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Take Me Out Tonight	By : Darkhoelme Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 5749 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bobby makes an appearance in this chapter, poor boy. Played by Kel, who's an incredibly good sport about having his boy traumatized.

Rogue

"Sand? Up your..." She
simply glared at him as he snorted. Well, it was certainly good that he was
able to find some humor in the fact that sand had worked its way into her
clothes and the goddamn motorcycle ride back hadn't helped the situation at
all. "Why don't we get inside where we can do something about that
problem?" At least he had a solution, though. Her glare softened a bit
as she shrugged and moved toward him again, allowing him to take the scarf and
press it to her face. She draped her arms on his shoulders, one hand raking
absently through his hair, as he kissed her. God, it was definitely worth the
sand.

She pressed herself harder against him, moaning softly as
his tongue worked at her lips. She didn't know how things were going to be the
next day, but God was she going to miss this if they went back to how they
were. Without much warning, Kurt 'ported them inside the mansion, presumably to
his room. She was far too focused on what he was doing with his mouth and God,
she just wanted to touch him again.

She was pinned against the wall, and she had to lean
around him for a second to pull the gloves off, holding them in one hand and
running the other through his fur. In that moment, she noticed one tiny little
mistake that he seemed to have made. "This isn't your room."

Not that it really mattered, it was just noteworthy. At
that moment, for all she cared, they could have been in the middle of the
teacher's lounge. Didn't change the fact that he was there, and he was holding
her and... she pressed her mouth to his again, hand snaking up and raking
through his hair.

Kurt

He groaned in satisfaction as they reappeared exactly
where he'd expected, with her pinned to the wall by the weight of his body.
Gott, he wasn't sure he could possibly get enough of this as he let go of her
ass and ran a hand down her thigh and then up, dragging her skirt up as he
went.

He felt her leaning, fiddling with something behind his
back, and he shifted his attentions to her ear as he realized what she was
doing, smiled against her almost-skin as he felt a hand run through the fur on
his back. Gott, yes. He moaned softly and pressed against her harder, one
forearm braced on the wall by her head as he pushed his thigh between hers.

"This isn't your room."

He snorted, trailing his fangs lightly across her cheek on
the way back to her mouth. "'Course it is, Liebe," he half-mumbled
before capturing her lips again, his tongue pressing into the moist heat of her
mouth and his hips arching into hers as she pushed a hand through his hair.
Gott, he was so fucking hard again, and he nudged her knees farther
apart, pushing up and forward until she was virtually riding his thigh, until
he could almost feel the heat of her through the layers of cloth between them
as his tail snaked out to run up her side, across the curve of her almost-bare
breast..

Scheisse, gloves...he needed gloves. Because he wanted
every stitch of clothing off of her that he could talk her out of, and he'd
definitely need gloves for that...but not just yet. Right now he had a handful
of close to bare ass, the weight of her pressing against the ache behind his
fly and her tongue was doing fucking amazing things, even with a layer of
fabric between them. Naked could wait a bit longer.

Rogue

His thigh had somehow found it's way between her legs, and
he pressed himself closer to her, an action which (thanks in part to the ride
home) made her let out a soft moan. Of course, she probably would have let it
get a little bit louder, if it weren't for the fact that the wallpaper in
Kurt's room looked suspiciously similar to that in the hallway outside
of Kurt's room, a fact which she pointed out to him. "'Course it is,
Liebe," he assured her, obviously not taking the time to check and
make sure that he'd 'ported where he thought he had.

He was pretty damn sure of it, though, and she shrugged it
off as they kissed again, his leg moving in even closer. God, did that feel
great. Just... yes. That damn tail started to make its way up her body, lightly
stroking along her skin and brushing over her fairly exposed chest, and she
pulled him in even closer. She hadn't even been aware that it was possible
to have someone so intertwined with one's self and still feel like there was a
need for them to be even closer, almost until they melded into your body and
you were unable to tell the difference between them and yourself.

And not in the taking-over-my-brain kind of way that she
was used to. She pushed herself up a bit, using the wall to practically climb
farther up his leg as her tongue worked inside his mouth, doing... God, she
didn't even know but she honestly didn't care, either. He was there, he was so
close and she could taste him, feel him against her, fur pressing against the
thin fabric of her shirt, solid muscle of his leg right... Oh, God. She
could get used to this. Yep, definitely.

Kurt

Oh Jesu fuck yes. She was just about climbing his
leg and he worked it hard against her, pressing it up between her thighs as she
moved, rocking his groin into her hip at the same time. He had her skirt just
about hiked up to her hip as well now, and he ran his hand along her ass and
back down her thigh, pulling her leg up as he pushed against her.

But it wasn't enough. Not...quite...yet. Gasping as he
rocked his hips into her, he reached down with the hand that had been braced
against the wall, running it along her other thigh until he found a good grip
and then he tugged. Gentle but insistent, he braced her weight with his other
arm as he coaxed it up until her legs were not quite wrapped around his
waist. Butt, Gott, it was close enough for government work and he groaned into
her neck, fangs raking lightly through the fabric of her scarf as he rocked
into the cradle of her thighs.

It was rapidly reaching the point where all the clothes in
the way were a pain in the ass and he'd have to move them, find some gloves and
one of those squares of silk draped over the lamp by his bed and get
more...creative. But for right now he was content to work one hand free,
supporting her weight with the other on her ass and his thighs beneath her. Run
it up her side, letting his nails graze lightly through the mesh of her top as
once more found the of so fucking amazing swell of her breast..

Bobby

Bobby really couldn't sleep, which was such a drag given
that he was going to have to wake up at the asscrack of the morning to do a DR
session with Mr. Logan. As far as nights went this had been a pretty shitty
one. He and Sam had just finished hauling all of his crap back to his
room. Sam plopped into bed right away and was almost instantly knocked out - and
rightly so. It was pretty late. Bobby, however, couldn't sleep even if he
wanted to. He was consumed with thoughts of revenge.

Playful revenge, to be certain, but oh...this meant war.
He already had an idea of who it'd been as it was - Kitty, Rogue and Kurt.
Maybe one of the other X-men had been involved. He'd have to probe around and
find out, just so he'd know who to properly retaliate against.

Bobby would have stayed in his bed until utter exhaustion
finally got the better of him too, save for one simple yet powerful urge: he
really had to pee.

So decked out in snowflake pajamas, Bobby made his way
across the hall, treading softly as he didn't want to wake up any of the light
sleepers, and cursing the fact that his room was so damn far from the boy's
bathroom.

As he rounded the corner, Bobby thought he heard moaning,
he didn't really have the presence of mind to think anything of it. He kind of
just went 'oh, moaning, that's nice,' and went on his merry way. Once he was in
front of the girl's bathroom however, Bobby was sure he heard moaning,
and it sounded like it was coming from the little corridor between the two
bathrooms.

Tip-toeing around that corner, Bobby gasped as he saw what
was probably the last thing he was expecting to see right then. Xavier could
have dressed in drag, prancing around in high heels and Bobby could not have
been more surprised to see what he saw: Kurt...and Rogue...doing the Shasty
McNasty! Or pretty damn close to it anyway.

He pointed at Kurt and blubbered for a moment before
finally blurting out an astonished, "You!" His eyes were wide as he
looked from Kurt to Rogue, pointing at her in turn. "And you!" he
said. Bobby raised his other arm and pointed at them both. "Yous!" He
hadn't yet reached the point where he could think clearly, but Bobby quickly
began to rationalize. Like...there had to be some kind of a logical explanation
for this all. They were siblings! And it was Rogue! Two facts that made the
scenario he was witnessing seem highly unlikely.

"Oh. My. God! Kurt! What are you doing to
Rogue?!" Bobby voice got steadily louder as he spoke, and he found himself
backing out of the corridor with an instinct to just bolt. What would running
accomplish? Who knew?! Who cared?! He just knew that at least then he wouldn�t
have to be looking at them doing...that.

Rogue

His hand was tightening on her ass, and he was pushing her
leg up and she couldn't begin to describe just how good that felt, the way he
was pressing into her. And then, he was pulling her up, pulling her legs up
around his waist, and she complied, mouth still continuing its actions as best
she could while he positioned her legs. Immediately tightening them around him,
she tilted her head back slightly as he thrust and groaned into her neck. That
complete silence started again in her head and she grinned, finding his mouth
again as his hand snaked its way to where his tail had been happily settled
moments before.

She was still pulling her hand through his hair, pressing
herself down into him as best she could in her position, when a clearly
startled voice called out, "You!" Eyes shooting open, she
craned her neck slightly to see around Kurt as the voice, which she quickly
learned belonged to Bobby, turned its accusatory shouting on her. "And
you!"

She raised an eyebrow, looking down at Kurt and getting
the sudden urge to take off a shoe and hurl it at Bobby. "Yous!"
Oh, Jesus, the boy would not just shut the fuck up and walk away. "Oh.
My. God! Kurt! What are you doing to Rogue?!" And that was it. Little
fucker was lucky that her position made pulling off a boot hard. Balling up the
soiled gloves, she hurled them at Bobby's face, hoping that her aim was at
least close enough that he'd get hit by them and letting out a small, almost
inaudible moan as the throwing motion caused her to grind against Kurt again.
After a moment, she was finally able to choke out, "Fuck off."

Yeah, that'd show him. Looking down at Kurt, she frowned
slightly. As much as she would have loved to put all of the blame on Bobby (and
when it really came down to it, she still would), Kurt had definitely made a
miscalculation. "This is not your room."

A rational psyche inside her head decided to offer it's
little disembodied opinion, pointing out that now that Bobby knew, so would the
entire motherfucking mansion, and probably within a matter of minutes. On the
one hand, the kid was obviously shocked, which was good. Because he had been
responsible for completely soaking them at breakfast. On the other hand, the
idea of everyone knowing something that she wasn't even entirely sure she
knew so well herself was terrifying.

But Bobby's snowflake jammies were still funny. And Kurt
was still pressing up against her, and even though the fear and doubt flashed
across her mind, she found she didn't care so much.

Kurt

The bundle of his uniform slipped from his shoulder to the
floor at his feet as she tightened her legs and pushed back down into him.
Didn't give a damn, though, because all that really mattered just then was the
fact that he really should have done something about the pants in the way
sooner. That and the fact that she was pulling his head back up from her
throat, kisses hot and demanding as she ground down and his hand had managed to
press between them to find the firm nub of her nipple. Hands in his hair and
running through his fur and - "You!"

The sound of the voice jerked his head up and around like
it was on a string, but he couldn't quite manage to still the movement
of his hips, even as he made out a wide-eyed, horrified Bobby pointing directly
at him from just a few feet down the darkened...hallway? Oh fuck.

"And you!" he said. Bobby raised his other
arm and pointed at them both. "Yous!"

He had to hide a smile in the side of Rogue's neck, even
though the situation probably wasn't that funny. But Bobby was so...

"Oh. My. God! Kurt! What are you doing to
Rogue?!" So Bobby, and Kurt stifled a laugh in the hollow of Rogue's
throat.

"Talk to me about it tomorrow, I'll draw you a
picture," he finally managed, turning slightly glazed golden eyes on the
younger boy as Rogue threw...oh Gott, her jizz-covered gloves at him. He would
have actually laughed again, except for the way Rogue moved against him,
and warm breath brushed his ear as she moaned almost inaudibly and he didn't
really give a fuck about Bobby as she ground down harder.

"Fuck off."

Yes, Bobby could fuck off. They were busy right now.
Diagrams tomorrow, heat and pressure and friction and...

"This is not your room."

No. No, it wasn't. Which was a perfectly valid point...and
a disturbing one as well, really, considering they were nowhere near where he'd
planned to 'port them. But he'd pop an aneurysm about how they could have died
inside a wall later, right now he had other, way more...pressing...things
on his mind. What little of his mind was functional just now.

"Sorry?" And he did manage to look sort of
almost apologetic as he looked up at her through the indigo hair that had
fallen across his eyes again as he forced himself to stillness for a moment. It
wasn't far, he was - 90% - sure he could actually get them to their intended
destination this time. He just needed a moment to collect himself, because
tweaked out Bobby in snow-flake jammies was almost as distracting as Rogue -
okay, nowhere near as distracting as Rogue, he decided with a low gasp as she
shifted against him again. Nowhere near.

Bobby

"Talk to me about it tomorrow, I'll draw you a
picture," Kurt joked. He was making jokes! Did no one else seem to
notice how ass backwards the current situation was? Apparently not as they were
too busy...writhing all over each other.

Bobby was way too stunned to even attempt deflecting the
gloves that Rogue threw at him, striking him somewhere on the forehead, but he
did catch them in his hands instinctively as they fell.

"Fuck off," Rogue said, but Bobby was too
busy noticing the odd texture of the gloves to pay attention. Strange, they
seemed almost...

"Eww! Gross!" Bobby threw the gloves down and
furiously rubbed his hands on his pajama bottoms. "They're sticky,"
he muttered, and he didn't even want to think about what they were sticky from.
This was just too much, really, it was. Way too much for being so late at
night. Heck, it was way too much for anytime of the day, but especially being
that late at night.

"That better not be what I'm hoping to God it
isn't," he said, moving his horrified glance up from the gloves on the
floor to the shameless exhibitionist further up the hall.

"Oh you guys are so busted." Bobby shook
his head and grinned. The situation definitely hadn't lost its weird factor but
he was beginning to process thoughts well enough to form complete sentences.
Bobby couldn't keep this a secret if he tried; and they certainly hadn't given
him any incentive to want to keep his mouth shut, throwing gloves covered in
that-which-shall-not-be-named at his forehead.

"Oh...my God," Bobby said, still shaking his
head. This was all bizarrely wonderful. He'd probably be scarred for life, for
sure, but he'd totally be the bearer of the juiciest piece of gossip for months
to come. Months!

"Just...wow..."

Rogue

"Talk to me about it tomorrow, I'll draw you a
picture," Kurt replied to Bobby's little obvious question. If any such
picture was found, there would be two dead bodies on the mansion grounds that
they'd have to figure out how to properly dispose of. As it was, though, she
expressed her annoyance with Bobby's intrusion by throwing her gloves at him,
satisfied as they bounced off his forehead and into his hands. Her satisfaction
was incredibly affected, too, by the fact that her throwing the gloves had
forced her body to grind down into Kurt's.

Trying to ignore Bobby as he discovered the substance that
was, in fact, covering the gloves, she pointed out Kurt's gross miscalculation,
rolling her eyes at his apology but completely unable to remain at all aggravated
about it because goddamn did he feel good. "That better not be
what I'm hoping to God it isn't," she leaned around Kurt, forgetting
that she was braless and wearing a rather transparent top and informed Bobby
simply, "It is."

"Oh you guys are so busted." Little shit
was almost definitely going to go running down the hallways, knocking on doors.
And she didn't care. She was riding high, both mentally and quite literally. "Oh...my
God," Bobby went on, suddenly seeming much more religious than she'd
given him credit for. Good for him, boy found a fake little deity to... Oh,
God. They needed to get out of that hallway. Right away. "Just...wow..."
The boy really had no idea just how well he was communicating the few thoughts
going through her head.

Well, those thoughts and the ones that went along the
lines of "Jesus H. Christ, Bobby is standing there, watching as..."
Yeah. That thought was a little less comforting, and she leaned into Kurt's
ear, careful not to let her mouth actually touch it and asked, "Think you
can steer right this time?"

Kurt

The eye roll kind of cued him in that he wasn't entirely
off the hook as far as teleporting them into the hallway went, but he wasn't
really concerned about retaliation at the moment either. That was, apparently,
reserved for Bobby and Kurt felt a bit guilty as the boy caught Rogue's soiled
gloves right in the forehead.

"Eww! Gross!" Kurt pressed his forehead
to Rogue's with a groan as Bobby threw the gloves down on the floor and
frantically tried to rub his hands clean. Oh Gott...he'd obviously figured out
what was on them.

"That better not be what I'm hoping to God it
isn't," he added, turning a horrified glance on them.

"It is." Rogue shot back, apparently
oblivious to the fact that she was giving Bobby a full frontal view, and Kurt
went warm with a blush he was more than happy no one could see. Well, unless
they happened to be focusing on his ears, which did tend to turn a bit purplish
when he blushed...which was neither here nor there, really, because as Bobby
went on the situation was beginning to sink in. They were in the hallway, just
a couple of layers of clothing from outright doing the nasty, and Bobby was
standing there watching...and commenting...and apparently getting ready to
spread the word.

"Oh you guys are so busted." Which,
roughly translated, meant "I'm gonna teeeeell." Probably starting
with Sam, maybe even Jubilee, the minute he was out of sight. Hell, possibly
going straight to running down the hallway pounding on doors and yelling the
news at the top of his lungs. So much for being able to walk away from this
without a word tomorrow...if that was what Rogue wanted. It wasn't going to be
an option after this.

"Oh...my God," Bobby went on, and despite
their predicament Kurt found himself wanting to echo the sentiment as Rogue
shifted again. "Just...wow..."

Yeah, pretty much described the situation, now go the fuck
away! Seriously, he liked Bobby, really he did, but did the boy have nothing
better to do than stand there and stare at them? What was he waiting for, act
II? On the plus side, though, Kurt thought he just might be coherent enough to
actually get them to his room this time around, which was obviously something
on Rogue's mind as well.

"Think you can steer right this time?"
Her lips were almost but not quite against his ear and the feel of warm breath
brushing sensitive skin sent a shudder down his spine.

His only answer was to turn and catch her lips with his
once more as he gathered the image of their destination in his mind. No point
in worrying right now, the damage was done and there wasn't really much to be
done by way of damage control. And if Bobby was going to tell the entire
mansion that they were going at it like bunnies well...no point making a liar
out of the boy as well as a gossip.

*bamf*

Bobby

Bobby blinked as the fornicating pair disappeared via the
Kurt Express, waving his hand in front of him to keep that brimstone smell from
hitting his nose too strongly. He stood there for a good ten seconds more
digesting the whole thing. The first thing to hit his mind was 'INCEST!', but
then he reworked the complicated relations of Kurt and Rogue in his head and
realized that, OK, so they weren't really related so it technically wasn't
incest. It was weird nonetheless, especially since Bobby would never have seen
that coming. Not in a million years. He could scarcely even have pictured Rogue
doing that kind of stuff with anyone...or...well that was a lie, he had
pictured it a couple of times - idle teen male fantasies - but to think that
he'd actually see it? That was unbelievable. And that it was Kurt made the
whole OMG!factor go up like...exponentially.

Ten seconds later:

Bobby's bladder reminded him why he'd gotten out of bed in
the first place, prompting him to finish the journey to the boy's bathroom with
hastened steps. He so had to tell someone about this...
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