Family Ties

Family Ties Chapter Forty Eight (NC-17)

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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMANVE ™VE ™, Prophetic Muse and Hamster Witch, I have had that “Star
Trekkin’” song in my head for THREE DAYS!!!!!
InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are extra lovely for archiving. J ProPhile gets extra smut points just because
and Jubilee, Ramsey and Tex are sparkled for being helpful. Readers/Reviewers: Thank you!!!!!!!!!!! I know
this one is kinda weird but…well, it’s not as weird as Devourer of Sins,
huh? ;)

 

 

 

“No way!”

“Ja…I
couldn’t believe it and I even saw it happen!”

Kitty
sighed and snuggled closer to Kurt. “I
guess it was sort of to be expected.
They’re so young and all.”

“Katzchen,”
he said patiently, “Jamie’s barely a year younger than you.”

“Not emotionally,”
she pointed out firmly, squirming in his arms to face him. “You know, this is probably going to be
la
last chance we have to be together before school kicks in.”

“I know,”
he sighed. “Ever notice our summers
kind of suck around here?”

“That does
it. Next summer is cancelled. Spring will bleed into Autumn and skip the
hot bits entirely.”

“So speaks
Her Majesty.” He yelped in surprise as
Kitty tickled him for spite, nearly pushing him off her bed as he fought back
playfully. Kurt finally managed to pin
her on her back, the two of them panting and grinning in the aftermath of a
mostly innocent tussle. As his
breathing slowed, Kurt bent his head to kiss Kitty full on her lips, his eyes
closing as she slid her arms around his neck to deepen the embrace. He had barely parted his lips in
anticipation of a more passionate kiss, Kitty turned her face just enough to
break the moment. “Was?”

“Was she
really kissing Sam?”

“Ja…” he
sighed and rolled off of Kitty to lay next to her, both of them staring at the
ceiling. “And Jamie really caught them
doing it right in the middle of the Danger Room.”

“Did she
say why?”

“Not to
me. Maybe to Jamie. I know Sam’s hiding out in Paige’s room for
now.”

“That’s
awful,” Kitty sighed, turning on her side to trail her fingers down Kurt’s
chest and stomach idly. “Lance said
Amara’s still twitchy and he won’t tell me why…” Not entirely.
“This has been a really bad week for all of us.”

“At least
Scott and Jean are talking again. She’s
still staying in one of the guest rooms downstairs but they’re talking.”

Kitty fell
silent again and fiddled with the button on Kurt’s jeans without sensual
intent, just for want of something to distract her from her thoughts. “What’s going to happen when school
starts? Are you…have you decided to
stay here or go to Bayville?”

Kurt
captured her fidgeting hand in his and pressed a kiss to her palm. “I don’t know yet, Schatz. If I stay here, I don’t have to wear a holo
all the time, I can train with everyone…” I won’t feel like such a freak. “But if I go to Bayville, I won’t forget how
to act around non-mutants.”

“That
sounds like the Professor talking.”

“It is, a
bit.” He chuckled weakly and reached
out toy with her hair as he continued.
“By tomorrow, almost everything should be back to normal. As normal as an ban be around here.”

“Poor
Jubilee,” Kitty sighed, apropos to nothing.
“To find out you have some family left only after having that old need
used against you…”

“To be
fair,” he said, realizing that Kitty was far from being in an amorous mood,
“she didn’t ever really think they were her family. She just worried they were going to be able to take her back to
China with them whether she liked it or not.”

“But her
own parents were going to barter her for safety…her aunt—if she really is her
aunt—was going to take her back and let them use her for experiments…”

“Kitty,
you’re getting too worked up over this!”

She sat up,
frowning deeply. “I can’t help it,
Kurt!” Standing and pacing furiously, she gesticulated as she ranted. “I just noticed this past week that we’ve
all—well, apparently not you—been screwed over somehow by our families. Jubilee’s turned on her even before she was
born, Remy’s not even allowed near his anymore or he’ll get killed, Jamie’s
father was an ass and nearly killed him before he was six, Bobby’s only just
now gotten okay with his folks, Amara was…Amara, Rahne was almost Catholiced to
oblivion and me…oh, Hell, we know about that!”


Kurt
stopped her progress forcibly. “What about
Scott? And Jean? And St John? What about everyone else who’s here and wasn’t abused or
abandoned? Some people have normal
lives you know…”

“Scott’s
parents died on him,” she said petulantly before sighing. “That’s more of a cosmic injustice, though.”

“Families
aren’t perfect. Even this one has it’s
screwy bits.”

“This one?”
she asked, one brow creeping upwards in what was fast becoming a usual
expression.

“Us. The Professor, Logan, Storm, Beast, all of
us here…we rely on each other and take care of each other like family. And I’m more than willing to lay good money
on the fact that we’re a lot closer to each other here than most families would
be. Um, sexual relatiips ips aside,
that is.”

“A little
too Deliverance for me there, babe,” she chuckled, leaning into his
half-embrace.

“Well, you
know what I mean. Even if we don’t have
the people we were born to, we have each other. All of us do.”

“We’re
stuck with each other here, huh?”
Somehow, that idea did not bother her like she suspected it should.

“Looks
like. Us and whoever else comes along
to live here and become part of the world’s most dysfunctional family.”

“Would it
be too strange if I had my evil way with you after that filial discussion?”

“I think I
can get over it.”

“Good,” she
said, smiling wickedly and pushing him back onto the bed.

 

I have
to tell her… I have to tell her soon.
Sooner the better…God, but not now…not the right time…Oh, God… Kurt bit his lip so hard it bled, trying not
to cry out as Kitty moved against him, her hands pressing against his chest and
virtually holding him to the bed as she leaned over to kiss him. He grasped at her hungrily, holding the kiss
for an almost uncomfortable length of time, until they both had to break and
gasp for breath. Kurt could not help
the moan that escaped his throat as Kitty began to move again, her breasts
swaying enticingly close and far too tempting to ignore. She mewled a stifled exclamation of pleasure
as he closed his lips over one turgid nipple, drawing on her as she dug her
nails into his shoulders. KatzchenKatzchenKatzchen…It’s
only going to be for two weeks but I think I might go mad with this as one of
the last images of you before I go… Kitty’s ministrations were near
frantic, drawing response unbidden from them both as he grasped her hips for
some sort of anchor in reality, the feel of her flesh, soft and warm, beneath
his hands only worsening his state.
When she threw her head back and gasped, the convulsions of her sex
around him and her shuddering body against him driving him to completion
himself. She cried his name softly,
trying to maintain some semblance of modesty in a house full of people—several of
which had hearing far too acute for their liking. Kurt did not withdraw from her as she collapsed against him,
nuzzling his throat in obvious pleasure.
“Think you want to do that again soon?” she murmured after a moment or
two had passed.

“Um…give me
a minute,” he breathed, the desire there but the capability momentarily
diminished. “Kitty, I have to tell you
something…”

“Oh?” she
asked, smiling as she raised her head to look at him. “Something like that fantfantastic and you’re my adoring slave
forever now?”

“Silly
Katzchen. You should’ve known that ages
ago,” he chided, twirling a lock of her hair around his finger. “No, something serious.”

Her smile
slid to careful neutrality. “What’s
wrong? Something’s wrong, isn’t it?”

“Don’t
panic!” he headed her off. “It’s just…well,
Mama called this morning and wanted to know if I would come back to Germany
with them for a few weeks before school started. They are to perform in Munich and I thought it’d be nice…”

Kitty
looked startled for a moment, then smiled.
“Go ahead. That sounds like fun…”

“You don’t
mind?”

“Kurt, I
love you with all my heart and soul…why would I mind you going to see your
family?”

“Well, it’s
so far away…”

“We
survived without each other before and we can do it again, you know.”

“Ja, but
now we know what we’re missing.”

“You are
the corniest human alive. You know
that, right?”

“But you
love me anyway.”

“Hey, guys,
are you…oh. Guess not.” Rogue paused, the door partway open and her
hand over her eyes.

“For the
love of God, Rogue,” Kitty growled, pulling a sheet over her and Kurt both, “don’t
you ever knock?”
“I’m getting you a bell to
wear around your neck,” Kurt informed his sister gruffly.

“Well, do
it after you get dressed. Come
downstairs!”

“Why?”
Kitty complained, not moving from atop Kurt but doing her best to look
dignified.

“Because we’re
having a party!”

“At three o’clock
on a Sunday?”

“Didn’t
seem to stop you two,” Rogue said dryly.
“Ten minutes before I send up Logan!”

Kurt and
Kitty sighed mutually as the door shut.
“I think,” he said after a few moments, “we need to start doing this
either very, very late at night or in one of the subbasements.”

“I think,”
Kitty opined, casting about for her underwear, “we need to install freakin’
deadbolts on our bedroom doors.”

“Maybe we
should just remember to lock them next time.”

“What, and
make sense? Never!”

 

 

a/n: Next one is the last one. Jean/Scott, Amara/Lance, Todd/Rogue, loose ends mostly tied, some
left loose on purpose for the next story… *insert evil cackle here *