Every Breath You Take
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Every Game You Play
Author’s Note/Disclaimer: I’ll be going down some very dark paths in this fic. I love Kurt. And we always hurt the ones we love. Don’t we? “Every Breath You Take” is a song by the Police from the eighties. I used to love the song. More than a decade later I listen to the lyrics and realize just how creepy they are. I think it’s perfect for this story.
BTW: This Kurt Wagner is the Nightcrawler from XMen Evolution and hasn’t had quite the rough life his comic book couterpart had. At least up until now.
Again. I don't have a Beta reader so I want your feedback. Good, bad or ugly. Thanks to tkd for correcting my German.
05/24/2007 – I just found a major error on my part that had made all the character’s internal thoughts invisible when posted online. I usually refrain from pulling up my own stories so as not to inflate the hit counter, but apparently I need to proofread online.
{This means character’s internal thoughts.}
**This means projected thoughts, as in telepathy.**
Chapter 4: Every Game You Play
{Fuck!}
She’d never trained a subject in less than 12 weeks. With this one, it should have taken twice as long. She had been unwilling to use the more painful, but faster methods of training with him.
{Sentimental fool. You’ll get both of us killed. Or worse.}
The boy seemed dumbfounded at the idea of a day off.
{I’m not up to a heavy session yet. I need to recharge, literally.}
Was it an excuse, though, really?
{Probably.}
In the end, would one day matter?
{No.}
She sighed and finished toweling off her hair, not caring that the boy watched her. She’d learned to live with the constant presence of sensors, cameras, and, of course, her Subjects. She dragged out her footlocker and rummaged around until she found an old frayed dorm shirt and a ratty old robe. She tossed the robe in the boy’s direction.
She slipped the shirt over her head as the boy fumbled with the robe. It was a little short on his taller frame, but who cared? She shoved the footlocker back under the cot and turned to look him up and down.
{Actually, that’s kind of cute.}
“Want to watch a movie?” He nodded.
“Go pick something out.” She waved him towards the shelf of DVD’s beneath the TV. She opened the mini-fridge that served as an end-table and pulled out a beer. She popped it open and took a sip. She curled up on the couch and rested her beer on her knee.
“This O.K. ?”
“Sure.” She said without really looking. She didn’t really care what he picked, since it was all stuff she’d seen a hundred times.
She watched him idly as he figured out the controls on her electronics. She could tell he was nervous. When he was done he turned and looked uncertain.
“Come on.” She patted the couch beside her, nearly dropping her beer. “Oops.” The alcohol was hitting her fast, thanks to the painkillers. He cautiously sat down on the spot she’d indicated and she stretched out to place her feet on his lap. He held his arms stiffly at his sides as if afraid to touch her.
“Don’t be silly. You wanted to touch me. You can rub my feet.” She hushed as the movie began to play and she felt him start to touch her feet gingerly. He tugged curiously at the heavy band around one ankle.
“What’s this?”
“My new leash.” He looked at her curiously. “Don’t break it, ‘less you want to set off an alarm.”
She sat, mind deliberately blank as she watched the movie and sipped her beer, slowly. She paid no attention to the boy’s rhythmic kneading of her feet and ankles. As his hands slowly traveled upwards it began to dawn on her that he might be up to something.
{I should put a stop to this.}
His hands had reached her calves and one thick finger brushed the sensitive spot behind one knee. She flicked a quick glance at the boy’s face. He was watching the movie intently as if his hands belonged to someone else, but his tail gave him away, twisting and curling on itself as it draped off the edge of the couch.
{Shit. That feels good. I wonder how far he’ll push it?}
She gave a little sigh and settled a little deeper onto the couch, allowing him a little more reach. She pretended to watch the movie, but “Swamp Thing” wasn’t really her “thing.” She stifled a little giggle at the thought and the boy shot her a puzzled look.
“Sorry. Shouldn’t mix pain killers and alcohol. Makes me a little silly.”
He reached over and took the empty bottle from her hand. He leaned over her body to place it on the mini-fridge behind her. She reached up to touch his face. He froze, his strange yellow eyes fixed on hers.
“What’s your name, pet?”
“Kurt.”
“Kurt.” She repeated, fingertips still resting on his cheek, she moved them slightly, feeling the velvet texture of his fur with her fingertips. “Hmm…”
“Can I ask your name?” He rubbed his face experimentally against her fingers as his hand, now empty fell to rest on her arm. His thick thumb rubbed slowly across the flesh there.
“My name…” She frowned slightly, almost as if she couldn’t remember. “isn’t really important. I never liked it anyway. Why don’t you pick one for me?”
“Pick one?”
“Sure, why not? I’m taking a day off, so why not a day off from myself?”
He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, then snagged the DVD case from its spot on the couch arm with his tail. He flipped it over in one hand to look it over.
“Alice?”
She looked thoughtful then shook her head.
“Adrienne?”
“Adrienne. I like that.” She smiled at him.
He slid his hand slowly down her arm as he sat back down, but this time his tail rested beneath her knees. He began his cautious massaging of her lower limbs again, tugging self-consciously at his robe, which had slipped open, revealing his growing erection.
She closed her eyes and leaned back, enjoying his touch. Letting her mind drift. She was brought back to earth as she felt a soft touch between her thighs. His tail had snaked beneath the hem of her shirt and was stroking the inside of her thigh slowly.
He had given up all pretense of watching the movie and had shifted a bit so that both hands could reach past her knees. When he saw her watching he slowly raised her knee so that he could kiss the soft flesh just above it.
His lips were warm and his breath tickled. His tail now slid higher and she bit her lip when it brushed against her.
“I thought you hated me.”
“I hate Alpha-nine. Maybe Adrienne is different, hmm?” His look was hopeful as his tail slipped just a little higher and she felt its tip nudging against her.
“Maybe.”
{What are you doing? Didn’t you learn your lesson with David?}
His tail began to explore the growing wetness it found and she found herself biting back a moan.
{Apparently not.}
Kurt knew he was playing with fire. But, he wanted to touch her so badly that he couldn’t seem to control his wayward fingers or his wandering tail. For the moment, he didn’t care what she had done to him, or what she would do to him tomorrow. For now, he was only concerned with what she would let him do to her today.
His relationship with Amanda had never gotten past some pretty heavy petting. He never knew if she was just shy or too nice to say she couldn’t get past his appearance. Eventually she had gone away to college and the relationship faded away.
But, this woman was different. She had touched him intimately and did not pull away now. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying his touch. He stroked her legs and thighs as his tail wandered and he listened to the small sounds she made. Keeping his tail moving, he began to kiss his way up the inside of her thighs, pausing to bite the soft flesh gently.
“Kurt…” He felt her hands tangle in his hair and he pressed the spaded tip of his tail against her entrance. “Nnnnnn…” she moaned wordlessly as he let it slip inside. He began to move it experimentally and her hips bucked a little. He slid his hands up to slide under her shirt, stroking gently across her ribs and shifting to sit between her legs, spread on either side of him now. He slipped his arms around her and lifted her close to his body. She hissed in pain as he jostled her still sore ribs.
“I’m O.K.” She slid her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. He slipped his hands under the shirt and pulled it upwards. She let him tug it over her head and toss it aside. She clutched at him as his tail worked its way further inside her and he cupped her ass with both hands, pulling her closer.
Her hands slipped between them and untied the robe. She pulled the robe open and he shrugged it off. Now she began to kiss and nibble at his ear, working her way to his jaw and finally his lips. He tasted her lips and her mouth opened to him, accepting his tongue and offering her own. He tried to be careful of her split lip, but she didn’t seem to care, pulling him closer and moaning into his mouth.
She broke the kiss and lay back down on the couch, drawing him down with her. He followed her, kissing and nibbling down her neck to her collar bone and further until he reached the swell of her breasts. She tangled her fingers in his hair again, urging him silently to take a hardened nipple into is mouth.
He explored each breast slowly, savoring the moment. He licked and kissed and finally suckled each nipple as his tail continued to undulate within her. He slid one hand lower to stroke across her wetness and was rewarded with another moan.
As much as he wanted to savor the experience, he couldn’t wait much longer. He rose up again to taste her lips as he withdrew his tail. He shifted so that he rested his erection at her entrance. Her hips moved under him in encouragement while her hands reached for his hips, goading him on.
He pressed forward, feeling himself slip inside. He could feel her warm and slick and tight around him. She gasped as he began to thrust, her hands on his hips helped guide him into a steady rhythm. His tail wrapped around her thigh and squeezed in time with his thrusts. She shuddered beneath him and called his name and he felt more wetness between them. He could feel the tension building in his loins and he held her hips steady as he began to thrust harder. She dragged her fingernails through his fur, tracing his spine to the base of his tail.
He felt her hand close around the base of his tail and squeeze. No one had ever touched him that way before and it sent powerful sensations through his body. He heard himself growl as he clutched her tightly and pumped his seed into her body. He lay panting for a moment, before her gentle nudging roused him.
“Ease up. My ribs.” He pulled away, but she stopped him, and instead drew him into a more comfortable embrace. She kissed his forehead. “Thank you.”
“Nichts zu danken.” (1) He mumbled sleepily.
She lay there thinking as he snored gently. She trailed her fingers through his fur lazily, savoring the velvety texture and the warmth of his body next to hers.
{It’s been so long.}
She closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of him, of their lovemaking. So different from the scents of their training sessions.
{Could we escape together?}
She played the game in her head, one more time. The stakes were high and time was running out.
{No.}
Her own gift might draw too much power. He would have to be in physical contact to ‘port her. Or the extra mass alone might be too much. She wasn’t sure how deep underground this facility was or the extent of his range.
{Even if I release his collar, he can’t teleport without a clear destination. This deep underground a blind jump would be crazy.}
Maybe he could escape, later. After his training was completed. They couldn’t make use of his gift without removing the collar. And perhaps she could get photos of the outside.
{But only if those butchers don’t get their hands on him.}
What if he tries to play hero? Tries to rescue her?
{I’ll never get out of here alive.}
She considered all the half-used bottles of pain killers in her desk. This wasn’t the first time one of her Subjects had attacked her.
{Should be enough.}
The elements of a plan began to take shape in her mind. She had nothing left to lose, as soon as the boy “graduated” she was almost certain to be turned over to the Lab. It didn’t matter what promises the Commander made, the result would be the same.
{They’ll be watching us for an escape attempt. Unless…}
She would start campaigning to be his Handler in the field. Keep his command words to herself as long as possible. It might work. She would have to put everything into his Training. His life would depend on it. There were too many watching eyes, eyes that had seen her work before, to think she would get away with faking it.
{He will hate me.}
That would make it just that much easier to leave her behind.
Translation thanks to tkd:
(1) ”You are welcome.”
BTW: This Kurt Wagner is the Nightcrawler from XMen Evolution and hasn’t had quite the rough life his comic book couterpart had. At least up until now.
Again. I don't have a Beta reader so I want your feedback. Good, bad or ugly. Thanks to tkd for correcting my German.
05/24/2007 – I just found a major error on my part that had made all the character’s internal thoughts invisible when posted online. I usually refrain from pulling up my own stories so as not to inflate the hit counter, but apparently I need to proofread online.
{This means character’s internal thoughts.}
**This means projected thoughts, as in telepathy.**
Chapter 4: Every Game You Play
{Fuck!}
She’d never trained a subject in less than 12 weeks. With this one, it should have taken twice as long. She had been unwilling to use the more painful, but faster methods of training with him.
{Sentimental fool. You’ll get both of us killed. Or worse.}
The boy seemed dumbfounded at the idea of a day off.
{I’m not up to a heavy session yet. I need to recharge, literally.}
Was it an excuse, though, really?
{Probably.}
In the end, would one day matter?
{No.}
She sighed and finished toweling off her hair, not caring that the boy watched her. She’d learned to live with the constant presence of sensors, cameras, and, of course, her Subjects. She dragged out her footlocker and rummaged around until she found an old frayed dorm shirt and a ratty old robe. She tossed the robe in the boy’s direction.
She slipped the shirt over her head as the boy fumbled with the robe. It was a little short on his taller frame, but who cared? She shoved the footlocker back under the cot and turned to look him up and down.
{Actually, that’s kind of cute.}
“Want to watch a movie?” He nodded.
“Go pick something out.” She waved him towards the shelf of DVD’s beneath the TV. She opened the mini-fridge that served as an end-table and pulled out a beer. She popped it open and took a sip. She curled up on the couch and rested her beer on her knee.
“This O.K. ?”
“Sure.” She said without really looking. She didn’t really care what he picked, since it was all stuff she’d seen a hundred times.
She watched him idly as he figured out the controls on her electronics. She could tell he was nervous. When he was done he turned and looked uncertain.
“Come on.” She patted the couch beside her, nearly dropping her beer. “Oops.” The alcohol was hitting her fast, thanks to the painkillers. He cautiously sat down on the spot she’d indicated and she stretched out to place her feet on his lap. He held his arms stiffly at his sides as if afraid to touch her.
“Don’t be silly. You wanted to touch me. You can rub my feet.” She hushed as the movie began to play and she felt him start to touch her feet gingerly. He tugged curiously at the heavy band around one ankle.
“What’s this?”
“My new leash.” He looked at her curiously. “Don’t break it, ‘less you want to set off an alarm.”
She sat, mind deliberately blank as she watched the movie and sipped her beer, slowly. She paid no attention to the boy’s rhythmic kneading of her feet and ankles. As his hands slowly traveled upwards it began to dawn on her that he might be up to something.
{I should put a stop to this.}
His hands had reached her calves and one thick finger brushed the sensitive spot behind one knee. She flicked a quick glance at the boy’s face. He was watching the movie intently as if his hands belonged to someone else, but his tail gave him away, twisting and curling on itself as it draped off the edge of the couch.
{Shit. That feels good. I wonder how far he’ll push it?}
She gave a little sigh and settled a little deeper onto the couch, allowing him a little more reach. She pretended to watch the movie, but “Swamp Thing” wasn’t really her “thing.” She stifled a little giggle at the thought and the boy shot her a puzzled look.
“Sorry. Shouldn’t mix pain killers and alcohol. Makes me a little silly.”
He reached over and took the empty bottle from her hand. He leaned over her body to place it on the mini-fridge behind her. She reached up to touch his face. He froze, his strange yellow eyes fixed on hers.
“What’s your name, pet?”
“Kurt.”
“Kurt.” She repeated, fingertips still resting on his cheek, she moved them slightly, feeling the velvet texture of his fur with her fingertips. “Hmm…”
“Can I ask your name?” He rubbed his face experimentally against her fingers as his hand, now empty fell to rest on her arm. His thick thumb rubbed slowly across the flesh there.
“My name…” She frowned slightly, almost as if she couldn’t remember. “isn’t really important. I never liked it anyway. Why don’t you pick one for me?”
“Pick one?”
“Sure, why not? I’m taking a day off, so why not a day off from myself?”
He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, then snagged the DVD case from its spot on the couch arm with his tail. He flipped it over in one hand to look it over.
“Alice?”
She looked thoughtful then shook her head.
“Adrienne?”
“Adrienne. I like that.” She smiled at him.
He slid his hand slowly down her arm as he sat back down, but this time his tail rested beneath her knees. He began his cautious massaging of her lower limbs again, tugging self-consciously at his robe, which had slipped open, revealing his growing erection.
She closed her eyes and leaned back, enjoying his touch. Letting her mind drift. She was brought back to earth as she felt a soft touch between her thighs. His tail had snaked beneath the hem of her shirt and was stroking the inside of her thigh slowly.
He had given up all pretense of watching the movie and had shifted a bit so that both hands could reach past her knees. When he saw her watching he slowly raised her knee so that he could kiss the soft flesh just above it.
His lips were warm and his breath tickled. His tail now slid higher and she bit her lip when it brushed against her.
“I thought you hated me.”
“I hate Alpha-nine. Maybe Adrienne is different, hmm?” His look was hopeful as his tail slipped just a little higher and she felt its tip nudging against her.
“Maybe.”
{What are you doing? Didn’t you learn your lesson with David?}
His tail began to explore the growing wetness it found and she found herself biting back a moan.
{Apparently not.}
Kurt knew he was playing with fire. But, he wanted to touch her so badly that he couldn’t seem to control his wayward fingers or his wandering tail. For the moment, he didn’t care what she had done to him, or what she would do to him tomorrow. For now, he was only concerned with what she would let him do to her today.
His relationship with Amanda had never gotten past some pretty heavy petting. He never knew if she was just shy or too nice to say she couldn’t get past his appearance. Eventually she had gone away to college and the relationship faded away.
But, this woman was different. She had touched him intimately and did not pull away now. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying his touch. He stroked her legs and thighs as his tail wandered and he listened to the small sounds she made. Keeping his tail moving, he began to kiss his way up the inside of her thighs, pausing to bite the soft flesh gently.
“Kurt…” He felt her hands tangle in his hair and he pressed the spaded tip of his tail against her entrance. “Nnnnnn…” she moaned wordlessly as he let it slip inside. He began to move it experimentally and her hips bucked a little. He slid his hands up to slide under her shirt, stroking gently across her ribs and shifting to sit between her legs, spread on either side of him now. He slipped his arms around her and lifted her close to his body. She hissed in pain as he jostled her still sore ribs.
“I’m O.K.” She slid her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. He slipped his hands under the shirt and pulled it upwards. She let him tug it over her head and toss it aside. She clutched at him as his tail worked its way further inside her and he cupped her ass with both hands, pulling her closer.
Her hands slipped between them and untied the robe. She pulled the robe open and he shrugged it off. Now she began to kiss and nibble at his ear, working her way to his jaw and finally his lips. He tasted her lips and her mouth opened to him, accepting his tongue and offering her own. He tried to be careful of her split lip, but she didn’t seem to care, pulling him closer and moaning into his mouth.
She broke the kiss and lay back down on the couch, drawing him down with her. He followed her, kissing and nibbling down her neck to her collar bone and further until he reached the swell of her breasts. She tangled her fingers in his hair again, urging him silently to take a hardened nipple into is mouth.
He explored each breast slowly, savoring the moment. He licked and kissed and finally suckled each nipple as his tail continued to undulate within her. He slid one hand lower to stroke across her wetness and was rewarded with another moan.
As much as he wanted to savor the experience, he couldn’t wait much longer. He rose up again to taste her lips as he withdrew his tail. He shifted so that he rested his erection at her entrance. Her hips moved under him in encouragement while her hands reached for his hips, goading him on.
He pressed forward, feeling himself slip inside. He could feel her warm and slick and tight around him. She gasped as he began to thrust, her hands on his hips helped guide him into a steady rhythm. His tail wrapped around her thigh and squeezed in time with his thrusts. She shuddered beneath him and called his name and he felt more wetness between them. He could feel the tension building in his loins and he held her hips steady as he began to thrust harder. She dragged her fingernails through his fur, tracing his spine to the base of his tail.
He felt her hand close around the base of his tail and squeeze. No one had ever touched him that way before and it sent powerful sensations through his body. He heard himself growl as he clutched her tightly and pumped his seed into her body. He lay panting for a moment, before her gentle nudging roused him.
“Ease up. My ribs.” He pulled away, but she stopped him, and instead drew him into a more comfortable embrace. She kissed his forehead. “Thank you.”
“Nichts zu danken.” (1) He mumbled sleepily.
She lay there thinking as he snored gently. She trailed her fingers through his fur lazily, savoring the velvety texture and the warmth of his body next to hers.
{It’s been so long.}
She closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of him, of their lovemaking. So different from the scents of their training sessions.
{Could we escape together?}
She played the game in her head, one more time. The stakes were high and time was running out.
{No.}
Her own gift might draw too much power. He would have to be in physical contact to ‘port her. Or the extra mass alone might be too much. She wasn’t sure how deep underground this facility was or the extent of his range.
{Even if I release his collar, he can’t teleport without a clear destination. This deep underground a blind jump would be crazy.}
Maybe he could escape, later. After his training was completed. They couldn’t make use of his gift without removing the collar. And perhaps she could get photos of the outside.
{But only if those butchers don’t get their hands on him.}
What if he tries to play hero? Tries to rescue her?
{I’ll never get out of here alive.}
She considered all the half-used bottles of pain killers in her desk. This wasn’t the first time one of her Subjects had attacked her.
{Should be enough.}
The elements of a plan began to take shape in her mind. She had nothing left to lose, as soon as the boy “graduated” she was almost certain to be turned over to the Lab. It didn’t matter what promises the Commander made, the result would be the same.
{They’ll be watching us for an escape attempt. Unless…}
She would start campaigning to be his Handler in the field. Keep his command words to herself as long as possible. It might work. She would have to put everything into his Training. His life would depend on it. There were too many watching eyes, eyes that had seen her work before, to think she would get away with faking it.
{He will hate me.}
That would make it just that much easier to leave her behind.
Translation thanks to tkd:
(1) ”You are welcome.”