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Warning- sexually explicit, mild
slash, graphic sex)

The Black Team meeting was not going well, especially
since its Team Leader had some sort of weird mystical sexual �episode� and
left. Jean was scarlet with
embarrassment after her mental probe of Kurt.
It faded rather quickly, as Scott�s revelation sunk in. The Professor had been missing for weeks.
Weeks. Cerebro couldn�t locate him for weeks?
She had felt his mind, his thoughts as comfortable in her head as her
own. He had sounded perfectly normal, his mental sending exactly like his
Oxford educated voice...barely British, bemused, and a tiny bit befuddled.
Hank would approve of my mental alliteration, Jean
thought, then her stomach clenched.
Hank. Did he know? Did Warren and Bobby? She didn�t think Bobby did, he seemed too...well,
Bobby-ish, when he came in earlier. Scott
should have told us in private, the five of us.
Wolverine had announced that he�d contacted people he
knew in Madripoor and the Viper story was a bullshit lead, a red herring. She noticed Kitty gone; Jean hadn�t seen her
leave. She looked around; everyone was
still animatedly discussing the Tarot card, Kurt�s episode, and the Professor�s
disappearance. Except Scott, who sat
and fiddled with his pen, rolling it between his fingers like a mini
baton. Scott�s behavior during the
past month suddenly made sense. As
though he were the one with telepathy, Scott looked over at her.
�Sorry I�ve been such a penis lately,� he thought to
her along their mental bond, �I�m really sorry.�
�I know, Hon...we need to tell Bobby, War, and Hank.� She walked over and leaned down, putting her
arms around his neck. �Then we need to go get him.�
Logan snapped his head up suddenly, breaking off his
conversation with Gambit and Sage. He
inhaled sharply.
�Well, fuck me,� he muttered. All eyes turned to him.
Logan walked to the door and waited, poised.
�He got some kind of heavy action pose goin� on.�
Remy grabbes trs trench coat and donned it with a fish.ish. �Should we be
worried?�
Scott was already on his feet, all signs of emotion
draining away as Cyclops took hold.
Sage produced a very impressive looking gun from under her coat. Gambit flicked his wrist and a small silver
tube appeared in hand. Another flick extended it into the six-foot staff that
was his preferred weapon and occasional mode of transportation.
�What do you smell?� Cyke asked.
�I smell something fucked up. It doesn�t make any
fucking sense.� Logan popped his
claws...and waited. �This could be very bad, or very weird. It�s-...�
The door opened. Three figures stood in the doorway.

�You know, I
was not expectin� dat,� Remy remarked, and lowered his staff. He tucked away
the spread hand of playing cards he had had at the ready.
Charles Xavier, Pietro Maximoff, and Jean-Paul
Beaubier shuffled into the room. Pietro
was supporting Charles, but all three looked battered and exhausted. Jean-Paul held his arm gingerly to his
chest. Quicksilver liberated himself from aiding Charles and eased the older
man into a chair. Jean crossed the
distance and flung herself into Charles�s arms, who gave her a tired smile and
hugged her tightly. Pietro helped
himself to a peanut butter cookie, limped to a chair, and sat down as Northstar
winced and experimentally opened and closed his hand. Everyone relaxed. Logan
sheathed his claws.
�They have collars on,� Sage noted softly. All three men had silver bands of engraved
metal clamped around their necks.
Charles gestured to his collar and then to his
mouth. He opened his mouth to speak but
nothing came except exhaled breath.
Jean tried to contact his mind but it was as if Charles didn�t exist...just
nothing. Scott scrambled to hand the
Professor his Palm Pilot. Charles took it, but shook his head. He dragged the stylus over the pad, but
nothing appeared. He touched at the
keys but the letters were scrambled.
Jean-Paul touched one of his slightly pointed ears with his good hand,
and shook his head sharply, snapping his fingers.
�They�re deaf, too,� Logan groaned.
�Let Gambit see.� Remy bent and examined Pietro�s
collar. Pietro sighed and yanked down
the collar of his tee shirt to give the Cajun thief better access.
�If they�re deaf, mute, powerless, and can�t write or
type...how�d they get into thesionsion?� Scott asked.
�Guys! I can�t find Hank, but I opened up the
Med-Lab.� Kitty ran in, answering Scott�s question. �They were outside the
front gate, and I was leaving on the ol� Vespa to go fetch some Taco Bell. And
I saw them, he...� She pointed to Jean-Paul, �...had just punched the call box
out front. Nice right hook.� Jean-Paul glanced down at the hand he held
cradled; the knuckles were bleeding and bruised. �So,rabbrabbed them and phased
them through everything to the hallway here, and then I went to go get Hank,
who isn�t in the Med-Lab.�
�Dere�s no join in dis collar, it just one piece.�
Remy stood up and dragged his bangs from his red-on-black eyes. �Maybe Kurt can
bamf it off.� Pietro�s eyes went
wide. He shook his head furiously, no
doubt having images of his head traveling with the collar. Remy smiled. �Well,
dis one can read lips.�
Kitty wandered over and stared at Pietro�s collar
along with Remy. Scott touched the
Professor�s, and then looked over at Sage.
�Are these similar to the one you were wearing?� He
asked her. She nodded.
�Perhaps the spell Nightcrawler used on mine will
work on these.�
�Kurt cast a spell? Damn it, I miss all the cool
stuff,� Kitty sighed. �So these magic necklaces stole their mojo?�
Remy curled his fingers under Pietro�s collar,
feeling for a catch or anything at all on the inside of it. Kitty sucked her cheeks in and made a fishy
face, creeping her face closer and closer to Pietro�s. He raised his eyebrows and started leaning
away from her. Suddenly, her expression
changed. She laughed, and punctuated it
with a snort.
�Duh!� She whacked herself on the forehead, then
grabbed Pietro�s arm and phased him.
�Shadowcat, that�s not going to work don�t-...� Sage
trailed off as Kitty yanked Pietro out of the chair, leaving his solid but now
empty collar dangling from Remy�s hands.
Kitty grinned and Pietro looked down at her, then back at Remy. Kitty unphased them both. Pietro�s hand crept to his neck, which
sported a fading bruise in the shape of the collar.
�Fuck,� he rasped, his voice rough and foreign
sounding to his ears. He staggered
slightly as his powers returned to him in a rush. He sped up and the world slowed down to its usual maddening
crawl. �HolyfuckthosefuckingcocksuckersIsweartoGodtherearegoingtobefuckingmurders!�
he hissed. The collar in Remy�s hand began to smoke. He dropped it and jumpedy any and it disintegrated into
dust. Pietro gave Kitty a curt nod,
�Thanks.�

Kitty wandered over to Jean-Paul. Scott reached up and grabbed his
collar. Jean-Paul held out his
uninjured hand to Kitty who grabbed it and phased him out of the collar. He gave a long sigh of relief.
�Merci,� he said softly.
�No big...just feel all �D�oh!� that it didn�t occur
to me as soon as I saw you guys.� Kitty
shrugged. She repeated the procedure on
the Professor. He closed his eyes as
soon as he was free, preparing...
Charles clenched eyes twitched as he was bombarded
with the return of his powers. He
pinched the bridge of his nose, as he quickly rebuilt his mental shields. His eyes watered slightly and he blinked
away a few tears.
�Professor?� Jean asked, worriedly. She took his hands in hers and noticed how
bloodied his knuckles were. Logan
stifled a chuckle; all three were splattered with blood. Most of it wasn�t theirs. Their own injuries
seemed pretty fresh, too. He had
trained Jean-Paul himself in Alpha Flight; the kid was a scrapper and hot headed
as hell. Looks like they
had rescued themselves and fought their way out, sans powers.
�I�m...� he cleared his throat, �I�m quite all
right. Let�s not repeat that
experience, shall we?�
Sage looked over as Kitty slipped unnoticed from the
room. She frowned at the girl�s surface
thoughts. She wanted to, needed, to
speak with Xavier, but... She exhaled sharply and planned to head out as soon
as she managed to have a word with the telepath.

**
Betsy led Warren through the crushing throngs of
people that thrashed, gyrated, ground, and even fucked to the industrial growl
of music that thundered through Benediction.
Betsy gripped Warren�s wrist and shoved her way across the dance
floor. He pulled his wings in tight as
they navigated through. She had lost
her quarry. Kurt had disappeared as
soon as they made it past the bouncers.
She didn�t find him right away, but she did find his coat draped in a
corner booth. Good sign, it meant he
hadn�t ditched them.
Warren scanned the mob, looking for some sign of
Kurt...a flip of his tail or a glow of yellow eyes. He understood why Kurt came here; no one seemed to give a shit
about his wings other then to cop a curious but surprisingly gentle feel. He looked around, in some aspect, everyone
here was a freak...be it lifestyle, aesthetics, or genetics. He shuddered as someone stroked his left
wing. Touchy-feely crowd, he thought to
himself, then paused for a moment as Betsy dragged him past a trio of very
pretty people of indeterminate gender fucking against an ivy-and-roses
decorated stone pillar that fit in with the club�s Old Church/Eden Reborn
theme.
He found himself watching, enspelled. Closer inspection revealed that it was a
woman pinned to the wall, writhing beneath her two male lovers. Or was it the boy in the middle who was
pinned, trapped between the other two, all moving in ecstasy along with the
harsh beat of the music.
�Do you like that?� Betsy breathed in his ear,
shaking him from his reverie. Warren
exhaled and turned towards her letting his mouth twist into its customary
sardonic smirk.
�Let�s just find Kurt and get this over with.� He
found he had to nearly scream above the deafening cacophony.
�This better?� Betsy asked him, �Handy things...us telepaths.�
�Thanks,� Warren returned.>
�Hold on a mo-...there he is...� With Warren in tow,
Betsy plunged back into the crowd.

Kurt leaned against the bar, staring into his
drink. He could see the glow from his
eyes reflecting in the ice. He felt a
bit bad for ditching Betsy and Warren, but didn�t feel like playing straight
man to their banter tonight. Heh,
straight man. He was the least
�straight� of all the male X-Men, both sexually and chemically. He didn�t have time to be Warren�s tour
guide into the seedy underbelly of a subculture.
He had issues tonight. His whole body ached, he needed release so badly. He had tried to tend to himself earlier,
while showering. It didn�t work. He was pretty sure that defied some sort of
cosmic law concerning a twenty-four year old male. His headache had settled into a weird sort of faint hum of
pain. It wasn�t pain exactly, any more
then a hunger pang was a pain...just a strange little annoyance. It was draining.
He turned and faced the crowd, watching the beautiful
freaks the club attracted commune in a music and sex fueled frenzy. He drained his drink, savoring the
burn. Kurt silently cursed his German
birthright ability of being able to drink nearly anyone under the table. It took too long to geoperoperly pissed. Things were easier back when he was on every
drug this side of Amsterdam.
Lindsey, the raven-haired Gothic ta bta bartender,
slid another drink towards him, unbidden.
She gave him a genuine smile that he returned. She was very sweet, a Vegan graphic design student with an
interest in J-Rock, anime, and all things Japanese. He�d been inside her ruffly panties on more then one
occasion. She had a steady girlfriend
now. They went to his church. He
drained that drink, too. There it was,
the very beginnings of a buzz. Lindsey
pushed a shot of something at him.
�You�ll like it,� she mouthed more then said, it was
fruitless to try and be heard over the din.
�Thanks,� Kurt mouthed back, and tossed back the
shot. He smothered a slight cough. It burned like liquid rage but had an
intensely sweet cinnamon taste. It
packed a punch, as his lips went promptly numb. Lindsey grinned and nodded, pleased with the look on his face. Time to dance.
He pushed some bills towards Lindsey laced with a
healthy tip and turned to weave his way into the crowd, coming face to face
with Betsy, who had a divinely predatory expression in her violet eyes. Warren loomed behind her, his tight black
silk shirt already soaked with sweat.
Betsy reached out and caught Kurt by his wrist, pulling him to her. She pressed her mouth to his sensitive,
elfin ear.
�I�ve won a bet, and you�re my prize,� she purred.
�Dear Warren�s never kissed a boy before...I want you to kiss him and
make it something he�llembeember.�
Kurt wiggled easily out of her grasp, casting an
easygoing grin towards Warren. Gott, he�s beautiful, he allowed himself an
appreciative all over examination of the angelic X-Man before letting him off
the hook, poor Warren. Plus, he didn�t
think it was a good idea...with his �episodes� and him being so aroused. He didn�t want to go there with Warren, who
was only here since he lost a bet. I�m
not going to be someone�s booby prize... He was surprised to discover that his
feelings were a little stung by Betsy�s demand.
�Tempting,� Kurt said with an impish little laugh,
�But I don�t think it�s a good idea. I can
introduce you to several people here who I can give you my personal guarantee
are fantastic kissers.� His accent was
thicker then usual, as his level of German-ness was directly proportional to
his blood alcohol level. Warren just looked impatient and took a swallow from
the drink in his hand.
�Sod that, Kurt. I want it to be you.� Betsy pulled a
cigarette from a silver case. Kurt,
ever the consummate gentleman, automatically produced a lighter and offered her
the flame. She leaned forward. The ember of cigarette glowed as she took a
luxurious drag.
�Betsy...� Kurt sighed. Warren could see were this was going. He�d been quietly observing their resident elf, while Betsy made
her plea. Empirically speaking, Kurt
was very well...pretty, in a feral, fey kind of way. Warren had a taste for
exotic beauty. He tried to picture
himself kissing Kurt, and as long as all participants� breath was pleasant, he
found himself with no objections.
Pleasure was pleasure. He
couldn�t let Betsy know that, of course.
It would spoil the game.
Warren was very good at one thing; it�s why he chose
Law School. He could read people, and
he didn�t need telepathy to do it. In
fact, he often thought that telepathy made it harder for Jean and the Professor
to read people, crutch that it was.
Betsy simply didn�t give a shit.
He could tell by Kurt�s expression and the way he kept gently pulling
away from Betsy, and not looking Warin tin the eyes, that he was hurt and a
little annoyed. He believed that Warren
was being forced into kissing him, a hapless victim of one of Betsy�s
whims.

�Bloody hell, Wagner. I�m not asking you to shag the man. Just kiss him.� She blew
an impatient stream of blue smoke and gestured towards herself. �You�ve had
your tongue and other bits in me and everyone else in this sodding hemisphere
often enough, can�t bloody well see why you�re going all shy now.� Kurt�s jovial expression flickered for a
fraction of a second.
�War, you should know better then to bet with Betsy.
� His mirthful demeanor was back, but Warren took note of the way Kurt�s
tail was whipping from side to side in a slow warning.
�Betsy,� Warren grabbed her upper arm and jerked her
away from Kurt. �Shut the fuck up.�
Kurt grimaced; he didn�t want to be the catalyst for an argument. He looked up at Warren.
�So, you guys having fun?� He nodded his head towards
the bar, trying his best to diffuse the situation, �Get a drink on me, Lindsey
here is the best-...�
�Oh, for fuck�s sake,� Warren growled. In one fluid motion, he stepped up to Kurt,
one arm going around his waist and the other catching the elfin boy�s chin.
�en..en...Nein...� Kurt felt a stab of panic,
�Bitte...wait...� he tried to whisper a warning, but Warren cut off his hiss by
pressing his mouth to his. Kurt was
dimly aware of his arms moving of their own volition. He felt his hands wind in Warren�s hair, pulling him down in a
hot, open-mouthed kiss.
Warren�s mouth was surprisingly soft, his lips
parting; his tongue darting to meets Kurt�s.
Was machst Du da f�r Schei�e? There was a flash of white, threading
through Warren and reaching for Kurt. Hang
on, hang on, hangonhangonhangonhangon.. Warren moved his hand away from his
face and instead slid it down his spine, lightly dragging his nails through his
fur and Kurt felt the gentle brush of one of Warren�s wings as the taller man
curled it around , pu, pulling their bodies closer. Oh, Gott... Kurt�s thoughts ran desperately together and
dissolved in a tangle of fire and sugar.
Warren had smiled internally at the look of surprise
on the infamous Kurt Wagner�s fine-boned face when he had gathered him up in an
embrace. He was a little taken aback at
the urgency with which Kurt returned his kiss.
He felt a rush of...something ...as he found himself deepening the kiss
when he felt Kurt�s tongue flick against his teeth. A line from a song raced though his mind, I felt you like
electric light...Bush�s Machinehead.
He couldn�t resist, as Kurt devoured his mouth,
Warren ran his hand down Kurt�s back, under his mesh shirt, savoring the
silk-velvet touch of his indigo fur.
Warren�s head reeled, something was...strange, but Fucking God, did it
feel good. The taste of Kurt�s mouth
was as tantalizing as a tongue lapping at the head of his cock, impossible as that
sounded.
He curled his wings around them, pulling them
together and Kurt suddenly relaxed, nipping at his bottom lip and growling
against Warren�s smothered gasp. There
was a jolt of erotic bliss and it flooded through him. Kurt�s kiss grew
darker. Warren felt
himself...falling? Ribbons of black ice
exquisitely burned him, yanking him from the depths of whatever just
happened. Heaven? and, oh,
Christ...Hell?... just a kiss...oh, god...what the fuck?
Kurt�s lithe body started to move, rocking against
his in time with the music, tail wrapping around them both. Warren could feel Kurt�s desire pressed hard
against his own. The elf�s lips trailed
away from his mouth, traveling along Warren�s jaw line and down to the hollow
of his throat. Warren couldn�t repress
the groan that rose, and his wings shuddered.
His head fell back, exposin muc much of the sensitive skin as possible. Pull
away...I should...oh, shit... Kurt�s tongue and teeth began an assault on the
tender skin of his neck, sending shocks of stinging pleasure radiating through
his whole body. They began to grind
against each other, the low thump of the music guiding each rock of their hips.
Betsy gawked, amazed. She hadn�t expected that Warren would initiate the kiss, much
less that it looked like they were going to start fucking right in front of the
bar. Kurt�s indigo body was pressed
tight to Warren, his tail snaking around to stroke the base of the angelic
mutant�s wings. Warren shuddered as
Kurt�s hands slid between them and began to fumble with the button of his
pants. Betsy frowned and reached out
with her mind and reeled.

�Bloody hell,� she muttered. She hated to interrupt such a pretty sight,
but something was decidedly fucked up.
Grabbing Kurt�s abandoned drink and downing it in one gulp, Betsy walked
up behind the Kurt half of their little manwich and wrapped her arms around
him, grasping at his wrists. She
steeled herself for a fight when she more felt then heard the low rumble of a
warning in Kurt�s chest. She kissed his
neck and nipped at his ear and his growl dropped away. She assumed she'd managed to draw his
attention.
*BAMF*
Betsy looked around as her stomach finished lurching
with disapproval. They were in one of
Benediction�s private playrooms. Warren
was alr she shedding his shirt, with Kurt�s eager assistance. They paused with
the black silk still hanging from one shoulder to kiss and feverishly pull at
other pesky items of clothing. Betsy
made a grab for Warren�s chin, forcing him to look at her. Kurt and Warren both turned to stare at her
at the interruption, their breath ragged.
�Warren, you sodding git, are you in there?� she
demanded, simultaneously becoming aware of velvet furred hands sliding up her
thighs. The panting smile on Kurt�s
elfin face was filthy and inviting. His
touch suddenly turned electric.
�Holy crap,� Warren managed to gasp, �Bets, I�m
ok.... just.... Christ.... what is that?�
�I have no fucking idea.� She petted Kurt�s cheek,
�Kurt?�
He answered her by purring and wrapping thick blue
fingers around her forearm and lowering his mouth to the inside of her
wrist. The lap of his tongue stung, the
pleasure was so intense. His tail thrust
up under her skirt to work against her now soaked panties. Warren�s hands joined Kurt�s in caressing
Betsy. She found herself being pulled
between them, and she no longer cared about if anything was decidedly fucked
up.
She was dimly aware of the sound of two zippers. Kurt�s tail caught her panties and tugged
them down. She felt Warren�s mouth, hot
and hungry, finding hers. In a blizzard
of maddening sensations...feathers and velvet and blinding arousal, she was
pressed between them, Warren in front of her and Kurt behind. Warren�s freed, weeping cock pressed against
her sex. She raised her leg and Warren
slipped inside her.
Her moan turned to a gasp as Kurt tongued the tight
ring of her ass, then replaced his tongue with his finger. No stranger to partaking of Kurt�s
particular charms, she relaxed and began to open to his ministrations. Warren began to thrust languidly, as Kurt
stood and braced Betsy�s hip as he guided himself into her ass, using his pre-cum
as lubricate. Betsy whimpered. The
familiar burn ebbed away to something else entirely as he hilted himself deep
inside her anus.
Hissing, Kurt leaned his face past Betsy�s to kiss
Warren. The men began to thrust in
synch with each other and Betsy broke out in a sheen of sweat, as the spade of
Kurt�s tail found her clit. Warren
reached around Betsy and took hold of the base of Kurt�s tail, stroking
it. Kurt groaned and bucked faster,
Betsy threw her head back and grunted with the violent fullness of them.
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