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Chapter List
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(Warning: sexually explicit, contains slash)

�Oh, the incredible deadness of us if he finds out
we�ve been digging in his room.� Kitty nervously bounced on the balls of her
feet as Jubilee riffled through a laundry basket of clean clothes. Jubes drew out a tight black micro-fiber tee
shirt and tossed it to Kitty, who looked down at it with trepidation.
�Nah, he wouldn�t give a shit, you said yourself you
borrow his crap like all the time.� Jubes justified as she picked up a velvet
duster with the tags still on. �And he invited you to go with him. He just booked �cause of Jean�s mental
feel-up wigged him.� She grinned, �And
he�d be way understanding about how we...uh, I mean you need to look
fucktastic for clubbing.� She held up a
pair of leather pants, damn but they were tiny. Too bad they were way too long and had that ever-present hole
stitched in the ass; she would look The Hotness in them. Kitty continued to stare at the shirt in her
hand. Jubes snatched it from her with
an irritated sigh. Pryde was being
uncharacteristically skittish; she heard the girl was completely tweaked on E
at a rave when Kurt had picked her up.
She should be totally down with clubbing and making a break from Chateau
Le Boring for a while. Maybe her
Club-Fu was rusty...no worries, then...Jubilation�s was strong and she�d
reintroduce Pryde to the glories.
�Fucktastic?� Kitty ed. Kitty lay down on the bed and curled around Kurt�s abundant pile
of pillows. He had eight of them. �I think I�m gonna skip the clubbing. �Sides, Kurt�s kinda having...issues.�
Jubilee whirled around to answer her and promptly
caught her foot on the edge of the laundry basket, sending her tumbling over
the pile of laundry and knocking her against the dresser, rocking it hard. She discovered herself on the floor in a
tangle of her own limbs and a pair of Kurt�s jeans. Her pharmaceutically fogged brain barely noticed the sudden rain
of foil wrapped condoms that cascaded down on her head from the knocked-over
box above her. She scrambled to her
feet and threw her arms wide, sending condoms sailing through the air.
�Smoooooove.�
She congratulated herself. �Please observe my mad gymnastic skills...you
may bask in my majesty, if you like.�
�Nine-point-eight.� Kitty rolled over onto her
stomach, �had to take a few points off for the dismount.�
�And a six-point-five from the German judge.� Someone said, �But you know what picky
fucking bastards we are.�
Kitty and Jubilee froze and turned towards the
voice. Kurt leaned in the doorway.
�Jinkies...it�s the fuzz.� Jubilee dropped her triump pos pose. �Err...literally.� Kurt flashed his golden eyes towards her. �Exit, stage right...bye-eeeee.� She
scampered past him. Kitty heard the
door slam as Jubes made her escape.
Kurt turned to look at Kitty who slouched guiltily on his bed, hugging
one of his pillows to her.
�Someone�s been sleeping in my
bed.� Kurt sat down on the bed and half
crawled over to her, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. �...And she�s
still here.�
�Actually, someone�s been digging through your
clothes.� Kitty tried to look repentant
and failed. �Jubes wanted us to follow
you to the club.�
Kurt made a face and shrugged out of his coat,
tossing it on the floor, �Words cannot express the badness of that idea.�
�Benediction not our speed?�
Kurt tapped her nose with his finger, �Nail. Head.
Bonk.�
�You look like you feel better.�
�Indubitably.� Kurt slid off the bed and yanked his
sweat-sodden shirt over his head, �A shower I must have.�
�Yeah, gotta agree with you there.� Kitty pinched her nose; he did
smell...of sweat, cigarettes, and something else. The faint scent of something that made her belly flutter
slightly. Her mind suddenly flashed to
that moment in the War Room; Kurt pressed, hard and wanting, behind her,
rocking against her, his breath on her neck making the world fall down. Kurt cast a glance over his shoulder then disappeared
into the bathroom. Steam soon billowed
out in warm clouds, carrying the scent of Kurt�s expensive incense-y smelling
shampoo.
�You big girl.� Kitty whispered, wondering
why there was such a knot in her stomach.
**

�Fucking magic...fucking robe-wearing, basement
living, acne ridden FUCKERS.� Pietro was not quite done seething. He gripped the edge of the examination table
with white knuckles and a jaw clenched so tight his teeth ached. Hank gently taped his knee and then strapped
on the bright blue brace. Luckily,
there was no damage to the cartilage, just a nasty sprain. Some Advil and a few days off his feet would
be all his needed. Pietro�s bruises
looked terrible against his fair skin but were fairly superficial. Having to wear scrubs to replace his soiled
clothing seemed to pain him more. �Fuck them and their fucking-...oh,
thanks.� Pietro�s diatribe trailed off
as Scott handed him a heavy sack of Taco Bell.
Food. Food good. He suddenly became aware of how incredibly
famished he was and his righteous fury ebbed away and the need to cram as many
Gorditas as possible into his gullet became the main priority in life.
�Here ya go,� Scott presented JP with a white bag,
�Best sushi this side of the Hudson...on good authority from our resident
expert.� JP accepted the bag with a
small smile; he was starving.
Scott continued with a few more bags, �Miso soup, edame salad, and
enough udon to make an Iron Chef blush.�
�Chairman Kaga is the sexiest man alive and must be
worshipped.� Bobby dug into a brown paper bag, �Here. Procured from Warren�s
stash, all rescue-ees get free booze.�
He offered Jean-Paul a bottle of a very fine quality Japanese beer, the
frost already forming in steaming lacework on the outside of the glass
spreading outward from Bobby�s translucent fingertips. Jean-Paul took the beer and his smile warmed
which had absolutely nothing to do with the way Bobby peeked through
long blond bangs that hung so cutely tousled in his eyes.
�If I may interject,� Charles said good-naturedly
from his seat on another exam table, �We weren�t rescued, thanks to Jean-Paul
and Pietro�s quick, excuse the pun, thinking, we escaped...and rather
colorfully, I might add. Oh, is that my Big �N Tasty?� He settled the McDonald�s bag Scott gave him
on his lap and popped a French fry into his mouth.
�Colorfully...that�s one fucking way to put
it.� Pietro added testily between bites
of sour cream laden goodness.
�That would be thirty-seven.� Jean-Paul glanced at
Scott and Bobby. Scott nodded gravely and
made a hatch mark on the Pietro�s chart.
�Thirty-seven what?� Quicksilver raised an eyebrow.
�And where�s my fucking booze, seeing as how I�m emotionally traumatized
for the rest of my fucking life.�
�Thirty-eight...thirty-nine...� JP droned.
�I believe they are keeping count of every utterance
you make of the word �fuck� and you�re up to thirty-nine.� Hank explained pleasantly.
�Fucking Potty mouth.� Bobby said merrily.
�I�ve got some Scotch in my office that�s calling my
name, come on then, Pietro...I�ll make you a Gin and Tonic and we�ll call your
sister before she has a conniption.�
Charles reached down and scooted his wheelchair closer to him. Hank offered his arm, which Charles gripped
and swung himself down off the table and into the chair. He retrieved his bag of McDonald�s and spun
his chair towards Pietro who stared at the crutches Hank presented him with a
mix of disgust and petulance. The
silver-haired young man sighed exaggeratedly and followed the Professor out of
the Med-Lab, Taco Bell bag clutched in his teeth.
�Is there someplace I can sit and eat?� Jean-Paul
asked, carefully gathering his bags of food and chilled beer. His hand was bandaged and he had a splint on
his index finger, making carrying his bags rather precarious. Bobby suddenly snatched up several of the
bags.
�I gotcha. And as for someplace to rest your tuckus
while you eat...� he headed off towards the door, �Come on...�
Jean-Paul ran his good hand through his hair and
tagged after him.
Scott hopped onto the exam table abandoned by the
Professor, �Soooo, The Prof is going to gather us tomorrow morning and tell us
what happened.�
�It would seem so, I think-...� Hank was interrupted by
someone staggering in and stumbling into a cart of medical dressings. Betsy grabbed onto the cart and tried to
steady it, accidentally knocking most of the contents off the top.
�Bloody fuck.� She muttered, her face alarmingly
pale...almost gray.
Hank and Scott rushed to pick her up. She sagged in Hank�s arms as he pulled to
the exam table.
�Elisabeth?� Hank
laid her down, �What happened?�
�Fucking bet.� She squeezed her eyes shut, �I feel like
steaming arse. My head feels stuffed with cotton and I can scarcely move.�
Hank started to work, taking her vitals, �Your blood
pressure�s a little low...�
�Blood sugar crash? I�ve seen Pietro taken down by one
hard and it looks similar.� Scottnderndered.
�Sod that, it was Wagner.� Betsy wiped at the sweat that
clung to her forehead, her hands shaking, �Something happened at the club...I�m
so bloody stupid ,he said �No�, I thought he was being bloody coy...he did
something...when we were fucking...�
�Kurt? You had sex with Kurt tonight?� Scott helped
Hank get Betsy into an exawn, wn, who was shaking too hard to manage her buttons.
�Oh, shit...Betsy, Kurt�s been having these episodes...�
�Well, I guess I didn�t get the fucking memo, now did I?�
she snapped weakly. �Warren and I had a shag with Kurt at the club and now I
feel like flaming rat arse.� She curled into a ball, �Oh, cripes...�
�Betsy,� Scott touched her shoulder while Hank prepared to
draw blood, �Betsy, where�s Warren?�

**
�Welcome to Warrentopia.� Bobby announced, gesturing
grandly towards a well-worn sofa bearing a fatigued looking Archangel.
�There is weariness in Warrentopia, but we beseech
you...come to Warrentopia, where Laziness is the Only Rule.� Warren looked a
bit pale as he greeted Jean-Paul who could only stare with mouth slightly
agape. Warren was concerned. Perhaps his Laziness had grown so mighty with
its Majesty that all energy was seeping from his very bones? He would consult with the Royal
Apothecary.
�Buffy�s on.� He said, to entice his new subject. �I stole
Kurt�s Buffy DVD collection.�
Jean-Paul couldn�t resist such enticement.yes"> The half-pint was still in his room. He raised an eyebrow at that, especially if the elf was being
sexually...special. He�d had to pull
him off her earlier that day during the Black Team meeting.
�Elisabeth�s going to be alright, she�s got a myriad of
symptoms but no real cause...exhaustion, low blood sugar, low heart rate,
anemia, and several flu-like symptoms.�
Hank cleaned his glasses on his blue Hawaiian shirttail. �She�leepleep. But she claims that during sexual contact with Kurt, she felt a
�pulling� sensation and that the act itself felt unusual and in retrospect was
rather frightening.�
Sage sat quietly behind Hank�s desk. �Nightcrawler seemed concerned even earlier
today at the Renaissance Faire. He had
an episode in the van concerning Shadowcat.�
Logan narrowed his eyes; his didn�t like hearing that, after what
happened at the meeting. A sharp inhale
let him know that Kitty was still in the elf�s room, and she was...sonofabitch!
She smelled of budding arousal and
that could only spur the elf on, if he was running only on instinct. Fuck knows, he�d been in that situation
before and it�s hard as hell to war the beast. Mojo mind-fuck or not, the elf
laid a paw on the half-pint against her will and he�d take his little ass
apart.
�I�m going to go talk to him, see if he�s ok...� Jean
started for the door.yes"> How, he had no fucking clue...he couldn�t smell like Logan could,
he couldn�t smell her shampoo from here or catch the scent of fear if she was
afraid.
...And she should be.
Black ice and shadow weaved though him.
He could smell her there on his bed, moisture
collecting like nectar as she thought about him, about him fucking
her. He squeezed his eyes shut and
turned the hot water on full, praying the heat and steam would drown her
out. It lingered, growing and spreading
thin...like ribbons. She was a virgin
and she was thinking about him, even her own body betrayed her by
readying for him. First. He�d be
first. No one else had touched her,
laid down his stink on her. The ribbons
stung his thoughts; he had trouble forming them. She�d be so tight, and so, so sweet.
He was out of the shower, water dripping, face
against the door...breath labored. His
tailed was low, the spade waving in a slow circle. Sugar was still sitting on the bed; he couldn�t seem to remember
her actual name. She was sugar. He�d taste her for days.

**
Logan�s stride turned into a run. Kurt�s scent changed abruptly. The hair on the back of his neck raised and
a deep rumble started in his chest, Wolverine smelled a predator.

**
He peeked at his prize, sitting oe bee bed. She could become untouchable, couldn�t
she? Oh, he�d touch her...he could
already feel her tiny body squirm beneath him, her pleasure drenching him with her.
But first, he�d have to make sure she couldn�t spirit away, beautiful
plaything that she was. Easy enough,
just need to touch her and lock her to him, grab a ribbon and tie it fast. He slipped into the room.

**
Kitty sat and nibbled from a handful of candy corn.
Kurt was always good about having some sort of sugar source in his room. She was seriously horny and though she was
going to die of embarrassment, she was going to ask Kurt about his �episode� in
the meeting. She toyed with the idea of
propositioning Kurt and laughed at his imagined reaction. She hated the stupid silent torch she
carried for him. Stupidest crush in
existence. Using two candy corns, she
jammed them on her incisors to give herself orange-yellow edibangsangs. Kurt thought of her like a little kid, a
little sister to coddle and play with.
It stung, since she thought she might really know him, even more then
Jean.
Jean was so locked up in her own problems; she
didn�t really look at Kurt. She didn�t
see him. Couldn�t see him. Kurt always censored himself around Jean,
didn�t talk about certain things.
That�s why he needed Jean; she was part of his fantasy. Like Sarah from Labyrinth, Kurt hid
from the world in fantasy. Go to
your room, Kurt. Play with your toys and your costumes...
Kitty wondered if Jean knew about Berlin.
Suddenly, Wolverine was in the room grabbing her by
her arm and flinging her through the air.
�Phase.� He said.
Simply said. He didn�t yell, he didn�t roar, his tone was quiet and calm
and the deadliest thing Kitty had ever heard. She phased and a blue blur rushed
through her as she sailed towards the wall.
A hiss of disappointment was the last thing she heard before she found
herself outside.
**
It took every ounce of self-control Logan had to not
pop his claws and end this quick. His
senses screamed in protest and he wasn�t even sure what the hell he was
smelling, just that it was fucking disturbing.
Kurt leapt silently and fluidly towards where Kitty had phased through
the wall. The elf ran up the
wall and flipped backwards over Logan, landing behind him. Wolverine whirled to face him, but he was
already moving. He lost sight of him
and felt slender arms that were deceptively ng cng circle around his neck from
behind. Logan moved to snatch the elf
when he froze. Fire flooded through
him, pure lun a n a vicious torrent that scorched him almost to the point of
madness. Wolverine felt his grip on the
black animal inside slip, and the berserk rage he kept so carefully locked away
shrieked to be free. Fighting through
the rage and lust, he managed to get a hand on the elf that clung to his back.
Pulling Kfreefree, he whipped the lithe boy around to face him. He saw himself reflected in those eerie
yellow eyes. Logan open palm connected
with the elf�s face, hard, snapping his head to the side. Blood trickled from Kurt�s nose. Kurt blinked hard and he sagged suddenly in
Logan�s grip. His scent changed as
Wolverine felt the bizarre rush of lust ebb away. Kurt crumpled into a naked heap, wrapping his arms around his
knees, rocking back and forth.
�*What did they do to me? What did they do to me?
Oh, God, make it stop, make it stop, make it stop...*� Kurt babbled in
German. Logan crouched next to him and
laid a hand on his shoulder, then moved to cup Kurt�s chin in his hand. His face was streaked with tears; his scent
was laced heavily with fear, guilt, shame and need. He could smell the story of the boy�s life and could see it in
the way he struggled to not cry.
Someone beat him for crying once; Wolverine knew that look.
�Elf, ...shh...come on.�
�No...no...don�t touch me.� Kurt pulled away and curled into a
ball. Wolverine ignore his little
protesd pud pulled the boy to his feet and without a word, picked him up. With
the instinct of a child, Kurt wrapped his arms around Logan�s neck and his legs
around his waist, burying his face in the crook of Logan�s neck.
Logan carried him into the bathroom and set him down
on his feet, leaning in to turn on the water. He kicked off his boots, gathered
Kurt back up and stepped into the spray.
He leaned the elf back, and let the water soak his black hair as the
shower drenched Logan�s wife beater and jeans.
He pulled Kurt back up to face him.
The elf looked broken...broken and used. And now someone had put something in him he couldn�t
control. Used. Logan knew that song like an old
friend. Logan took Kurt�s face in both
hands, the water caing ing over both of them.
�You�ve got to control it. You will control it.� Logan�s blue eyes were shadows, �Or it will
eat away at everything that�s you, and won�won�t know where you end and it
begins.�
�I...can�t...I can�t...� Kurt tried to shake his
head free from Logan grip. �I want
it...to go away...just go away.�
�What if it doesn�t?�
�Leave me alone...leave me alone...� Kurt started to
sink to the bottom of the shower, but Logan slid his arm around his waist and
used his other hand to hold his face.
�No.� Such a simple word.
Kurt�s eyes went wide and every muscle in his body
suddenly tensed. Logan could smell the
anger that bubbled over. He had a hunch
that people always left Kurt alone. He
said �Go Away� and they would. The elf started to fight. He kicked, he struggled,thrathrashed, but
Logan just held him tight.
�Get the fuck away from me...you don�t know
me...YOU. DON�T. FUCKING. KNOW. ME!� Kurt�s ragged scream became a sob.
�Yeah, Elf..I do...yeah, I do.� Logan�s voice was soft
and tired. Kurt�s whole body shook with
violent angry sobs. Logan kissed his
forehead, then his cheeks, and finally settled on his mouth. The scent of
confusion and fear poured off the elf, but Logan held steadfast as Kurt tried
to pull away.
�Shh...it�s ok, you can�t hur. It. It�s ok.� Like
soothing a frightened and wounded animal, Logan murmured and petted; pressing
gentle kisses along Kurt�s jaw line and back to his mouth. The elf finally relaxed and leaned into
him. The cool burn of the ribbons began
almost immediately anrt trt tried to pull away again. Logan wouldlet let him.
�It�s starting?� Kurt nodded, and Logan cupped
Kurt�s cheek and brushed the fine fur with his thumb, �You can control it, just
close your eyes, and don�t let it use you. It�s yours, it�s a tool, you
use it, don�t let it use you.� Logan stepped back and stripped
off hiaterater, and then his sodden jeans.
He picked Kurt up again and carried him to the bed. �You can do this.� And without wasting a beat,
he sat down wKurtKurt in his lap and kissed him, hard and deep. Kurt returned the kiss, hesitant at
first. The ribbons began to burn. Logan stifled a gasp as the white fire hit
him, Holy fuck, I think I know what that is...Jesus fucking Christ...Kurt�s
kissed seared like a building orgasm. Logan pulled away from the kiss with a
deep intake of breath, �Pull it back, ..pu..pull it back.�
Kurt tried to yank the ribbons back, he managed to
thin them a bit and Logan felt the burn subside slightly. He renewed the kiss, his tongue pushing past
Kurt�s lips. The elf�s mouth was salty
and sweet, and Logan�s senses strained against their reins. The kid was built for sex, everything about
him, his body, his taste, his scent was an erotic sensory overload. For all his talk of control, Wolverine was
having a bit of trouble of his own, keeping the pace slow and gentle, so Kurt
could get a handle on what was happening to him. This isn�t about getting off, he had to remind himself and
resisted just losing himself in the feral embrace of this kid, because, damn,
it felt amazing. He ran his hands over
Kurt�s slender but muscular body, allowing himself to enjoy the tactile
sensation of his silken fur on rough calloused hands. He turned Kurt on his side and pressed up behind him, keeping his
hands stroking over his body and continuing to kiss the back of his neck. Logan�s body responded the second he had
touched Kurt in the shower and his own belly was wet with pre-ejaculate. Kurt started to purr and writhe, and Logan
felt the surge again and gritted his teeth against the blinding ecstasy.
�Easy...easy.� He whispered, and the sensation tapered off. Kurt�s
tail wrapped around Logan�s hip, drawing him closer. Logan resisted the urge to bite down on the back of Kurt�s neck,
instead just lightly nibbling.
Wolverine reached around Kurt�s hip and braced himself as he wrapped his
fingers around the kid�s uncut cock.
Sure enough, Logan felt a surge of..something...that nearly sent him
over the edge. He growled against the
boy�s neck.
�Control, elf.�
He nearly barked. The surge lessoned
clumsily and sweat broke out over Kurt�s body with the effort. Logan began to lightly stroke Kurt, sending
another surge and the elf bucking back against him. This time, the surgeed wed without Logan having to prompt. Logan wondered if he was going to survive
this. Kurt whimpered and Logan knew he
was barely clinging to the feeble amount of control he managed. Using Kurt�s pre-cum, Logan reach down and
began to work his finger into the tight ring of Kurt�s anus. He found himself able to slip relatively
easy inside, with Kurt awkwardly holding back the surges. The elf couldn�t help
rocking his hips in time to Logan�s carefully paced strokes. Logan began to guide himself inside and
nearly lost himself. Kurt�s body was very hot and very tight. Logan�s growl
deepened and he struggled against the surges of bliss that felt like falling
and ascending at the same time. Logan hilted himself as Kurt panted and began
to mov tim time to the older man�s thrusts.
Logan match each thrust with a stroke.
The surges became a flood and Logan tasted his own dark self begging to
be released.
�Pull it...back...pull it back.� He moaned and bit
down lightly on Kurt�s shoulder. Kurt
could only pant in response, but the flood trickled away a bit. He continued to move and felt himself began
that climb towards orgasm. The
twitching in his hand and Kurt�s scent let him know that the elf was about to
come, Logan bit down on his lip, tasting blood to keep from coming until he
felt Kurt spasm and then felt the hot splash of semen on his hand, he let
go. His crashed through an orgasm that
left the universe nothing but a white wave, Ohmyfuckinggodohmyfuckinggod...his
thoughts became incoherent and he felt something inside him pull...and
then he felt his healing factor kick in. Logan�s shudders joined with
Kurt�s.spanspan>The elf sagged back against
him, drenched with sweat. Logan wrapped
his arms around the boy as the tears came.
�You did good, you did good...� Logan whispered, kissing
his shaking shoulders. �Its ok to cry...get it out.�
Kurt cried himself to sleep, and Logan watched over him as
he slept.
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