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Starting with an accidental encounter	By : BluePixeledRedFox Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 5389 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Much to my depression, I do not own Marvel, X-Men, or the delicious Nightcrawler... Only Lacy and her dysfunctional self. Also, no money is made from this by anyone, since it is not for profit.

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_{Been a while, mostly due to a bunch of bull shit going on like losing jobs and trying to make enough money not to lose the house... And having too much plasma to donate plasma? Anyway... On to the naughty, naughty sex!} _{Extra tags in this chapter, possessiveness, solo... think that's all.}
Kurt knocked on the window, and Lacy opened it, letting him in as she went back to the chair, putting her book down on the dresser on the way.
Kurt watched as she leaned over, pulling the remote from the ottoman next to the chair, trying not to lick his lips as her pajamas showed off the complete curve of her hip and butt. She stood and his eyes jumped up to her face as she turned and came back toward him, smiling as she climbed onto the bed. He climbed on behind her, pulling her close to him and nuzzling into her neck. "So, what did you do today?" She asked.
"Dreamed about you," he told her, kissing her neck.
"Kurt," she said, giggling. "I thought you weren't going to keep me up."
"I von't," he told her, kissing her neck again. "I just vant to kiss you." Lacy cuddled back against him, letting his arms wrap tighter around her. He smiled and kissed her again, pulling her closer, his hands wanting to drift to the soft spots on her body, teasing her breasts and hips until she asked him to keep her up, but he wanted to see her tomorrow, too, so he behaved.
"What did you really do?"
"I told you, I dreamed about you. I zhought about you a lot. And vent on a mission to stop a lab from experimenting on mutants like lab rats," he said, his tone darkening.
Lacy frowned and held his arms around her tighter. "Did you stop them?"
"Ja," he told her.
"Good," she said, sounding a little relieved, but still held his arms.
Kurt smiled against her. "Not many non-mutants vould say zhat," he told her. Lacy huffed, but didn't say anything more or move. "Lacy," he asked.
"Hm?"
"Vhat- how... Vhat vould you say our relationship is?"
Lacy turned her head, but Kurt stayed hidden. "What do you mean?"
"Vell... Kitty, vone of zhe ozhers vhere I live... She keeps referring to you as my girlfriend," he told her uncertainly. A small smile grew on her lips. "Vh- vhat do you zhink?"
"Of what?"
"Is zhat- is zhat how you zhink of us?"
Lacy's smile drooped a little. "I- I don't know, Kurt, how do you think of me?" She asked, feeling as her heart pounded, nervous of the answer.
He was silent for a moment. "Vell, I have never really had a girlfriend, vhat vould you do vizh zhem?"
Lacy's hand stroked over his as she thought silently for a moment. What did you do in a normal relationship, again? "Um, well... I remember going to the movies, or watching them at home... Eating together, some times out, sometimes in, and... holding hands, kissing, being together... not wanting to be apart... Oh, yeah, and sex..." She told him. "That's what I remember doing, anyway; going out to a movie and dinner, staying in and watching a movie while eating pizza or something, not watching the movie because we got distracted with kissing. Of course, after I got to sex, my relationships crumbled," she muttered.
Kurt brushed his lips against the back of her neck. 'We watch movies all the time, and eat together sometimes, when I can get over here early enough... And plenty of kissing, holding each other, and sex...' he thought. "But isn't zhere an emotional connection, too?" he asked.
"Yeah, you have to like each other, and enjoy each other's company, since it's not all fun," she agreed. "Be able to forgive, and trust each other..." she blushed as she thought about just how trusting she'd been with him.
"Lacy," he ran his lips across the back of her neck again.
"Yeah?" She asked timidly, still worried about his answer.
"If zhose are all zhe zhings you do vhen you are going out, zhen ve have been going out for a long time, ja?" He asked.
"Y- yeah, I guess so," she told him.
"Gut," he told her, moving one of his hands to brush the hair away from her neck. "Let's stay zhat vay." He said, gently kissing the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "Ja?" He asked, kissing where her neck met her shoulder.
Lacy smiled, feeling like her chest was full. "Ok," she told him, a smile filling her face as they cuddled close together.
They fell asleep, and when Kurt woke up, he knew from the feeling pressing against Lacy gave him that he'd have something to take care of when he got home. He kissed her, waking her up enough to say good bye before he left through the window.
He made it into the yard of the mansion, pausing at the door to check that he looked ok, with no erection, before he entered.
Logan was in the entry, heading toward the kitchen as Kurt closed the door behind him. "Have a good night?" He asked.
"Ja, it vas ok," Kurt answered, walking up the stairs. The memory of Lacy's body pressed against him exciting his body again. He made it to his room, shedding his clothes and making his way to the bed to sleep a little longer.
The sheets moved across his skin, and he felt Lacy's hand drift against his thigh. He opened his eyes and looked down. Only the sheet was on him. He tried to ignore the whispering feeling of the sheet on his skin as he tossed and turned.
Finally, he gave up, and his hand moved down his abs, his tail moving up his leg to meet at his groin. His fingers slid along the length, teasing his skin while his tail moved up to coil around him. He let his fingers wrap around his heated stiffness, mixing with the coils of his tail and moving along it.
He thought back to when Lacy had gone down on him, sucking, licking, and her hand, she'd tightened it when she moved it. His hand tried to follow her pattern as best it could, and his tail joined in in a slightly different pattern, making him groan as he stroked himself.
He imagined Lacy's lips around his hard cock, sucking, her tongue darting out to lick a tender spot before her head moved back down.
The friction from his hand and tail were a little much, and he stood, moaning as he walked to his bathroom, turning on the shower and letting the water fall on him as he continued to stroke his cock. His free hand pressed against the wall, holding him up, but he slid down it to his knees, his forehead against the wall as his hand and tail traveled faster from base to tip to base.
"Lacy," he whispered, moaning. He moaned a little louder, calling for Lacy as he wanted to. "Liebling, ah..." His head fell against his arm, "ah, liebling..."
He wanted to call her that, and more, all of the sweet things he could call his girlfriend, if only she wouldn't have a panic attack...
His girlfriend...
His girlfriend- She was his girlfriend, his. She chose to be with him, wanted to.
The thought pushed him closer, and he groaned. "Ah- ah- liebling..." His hips thrust into his hand as it and his tail moved. He nuzzled against his arm, pretending it was Lacy's neck. "Liebling..." His lips pulled back, wanting to bite her, mark her, show everyone who looked at her she was with him, his...
Where were all of these possessive thoughts coming from?
He had no idea, but it seemed to drive him harder into the palm of his hand, his tail tightening just a little tighter. He growled through clenched teeth, thrusting harder. "Ugh, Lacy- uh!" The tension in his body loosened and he collapsed against the wall.
He spurted, again and again, spilling everything onto the floor of the shower and watching the water as it swirled down the drain while he panted.

Lacy laid on her bed, feeling her body calling out for Kurt.
It was a want, desire- no, need, that had been simmering for days, every time he touched her, kissed her...
She bit her lip, glad that it was her Saturday and she could- well she felt cliched saying she would let him do anything he wanted to her, but she already knew from experience that she hadn't yet run into anything she hadn't let him do.
There was a knock at the window, and Lacy stood, letting Kurt in.
Kurt stepped into the room and looked up to Lacy, his eyes staying for a moment on her chest, where her nipples were poking obviously, reveling that she wasn't wearing a bra. His body started to react, wanting to pull her against him and thrust into her.
It had been difficult, but he had managed not to release himself again that week, no matter how the thought of her soft skin called to his mind, or the memory of her body called to him.
Lacy smiled. "Would you like a drink?" She asked.
"J-ja," he swallowed. She turned and he watched her walk to the other end of the apartment, her sleeping shorts seeming very tight to him. He tried not to stare at her chest as she made her way back to him, but didn't know what to do.
"I got something today," she told him as she handed him the drink.
"Ja?" She nodded and pulled him closer to the chair. Next to the chair, there was a folding camping chair, unfolded and ready to use. "It looks nice," he told her uncertainly.
"It's so there are enough chairs," she laughed. "But I don't mind if you still want to share sometimes..." She looked away coyly, and Kurt felt himself twitch. He quickly drained the glass in his hand, trying to cool himself down. "So..." Lacy looked over to him, her hands clasping in front of her, unaware of how it pressed her breasts together, equally unaware that the sight made his pulse race and his lower half react, wanting to thrust into her like there was no tomorrow. He blinked and looked back up to her face as she shifted slightly. "Do you want to sit down and test the chairs out?"
His eyes were drawn to her body as she turned, leaning to move the book and remote, but he felt his heart beating in his chest as all of his blood poured down to his ever stiffening manhood. "N- No."
She turned to look at him, confused. "No?"
Kurt's tail wrapped around her waist, pulling her close enough for him to grab her shoulders and pull her against him into a kiss. He pulled back for a moment to repeat, "no."
He was so firm against her, his muscled chest, his toned acrobat's body, his demeanor, telling her that he was controlling his actions, even though what was running through his head was probably more along the lines of ripping clothing and bending her over the chair. Lacy let her hands run along him, squeezing every so often as he pulled a moan from her.
Kurt pulled back, letting Lacy pull off his shirt so she could stare at his chest and run her hands over it as she liked to do. He wasn't sure what it was about that certain expanse of flesh she liked, but she she seemed to love touching it, many different ways.
He took her hand from his chest and led her to the side of the bed that was facing the inside wall so they had more room, turning her around, kissing her shoulder and slowly running his hands up her back, making sure to squeeze and tease every tender spot. They ran back down, doing the same, then up again, sliding around her ribs to cup her unbound chest. "Lacy, es ist so schön, dich zu berühren, fühlt sich," he told her, nipping her shoulder. {it feels so good to touch you}
Lacy's breath caught in her throat, making it come out in a stuttering moan. His words to her always seemed so sexy, and she was sure that, given the chance, he might be able to make someone come just by talking. "Kurt," she whispered, her hand going between them to find the hardened flesh that was pressing into her. His tail caught her hand though, pulling it away as he nipped her, making her moan and press against him.
Kurt's hands moved down, catching her shirt and pulling it up, over her head until it fell to the ground and she was bare from the waist up. His hands didn't leave her breasts, rubbing, fondling, tweaking and playing with the nipples, making her moan and press against him while he licked, kissed, and nipped the tender spots on her back. Lacy could feel the heat pooling in her lower belly, wanting him, electricity sparking as he touched her skin and bit her, driving her insane with need. Kurt's tail slipped under her shorts and panties, wrapping around them and pulling, taking them to the ground. "Sie nehmen mir die Hose?" He asked, pulling his hips slightly back from hers. {Can you get (take off) my pants}
Lacy put her hands behind her, fumbling for the button and zipper, finding it and undoing them, pushing them down a little until they fell on their own, making her body rub against his now freed, swollen cock. He groaned into her ear as she slid back up.
His hands moved to her hips and he held her in place as he sat on the edge of the bed. Lacy looked back at him, her body crying out at the loss of physical contact, until he pulled her closer. His hands moved her hips until she was standing with the back of her legs on the edge of the bed, his knees between hers. He pulled her to sit down, and she let him guide her onto his hardness.
She sighed, feeling something like relief to have him inside her again. Kurt felt Lacy shift, and her muscles moved around him, dragging a moan from his throat. He let his hands slide up her body again, taking her breasts in them, and his tail wrapped around her stomach.
He pulled her up a little, and she did what she could to help, but they were about on even ground, and she couldn't lean much higher with her toes the only thing touching the ground. It was just enough movement to hint at something good, but more than enough to frustrate.
Kurt's hands moved down to help lift Lacy, and it was a little better, but it left them both wanting more, and the needy half moans she was making only frustrated him further.
Kurt growled his frustration, wrapping his arms around, under her thighs, pulling them up until he'd be able to support her, then lifted her. She let out a surprised, but pleased, gasp, but for some reason, Kurt just couldn't seem to get enough room to thrust into her.
He stood, making her grab his arms in a split second of fear that she'd fall, but he had her against him, his tail still wrapped around her waist. He lifted her with a bounce, pulling out at the same time. She fell back down him as he thrust upwards and the moan that left her lips flew the notes of a whole scale as he did it again.
Lacy's fingers tightened on his biceps, her eyes closing and a loud moan leaving her lips as Kurt bounced her up and thrust into her again. It felt good, really good, she'd never been able to imagine how it would feel to have sex this way because she'd never thought of it, but she figured that it was probably at least five times better than she would have imagined if she had thought of it.
'Make that ten,' she thought, a cry leaving her lips as Kurt added a new move to it. He bounced her up, then used his arms and tail to pull her back down hard as he thrust upward. Lacy could feel her core being hammered by the strong head of his cock, and it was amazing. Her hand faltered, slipping from him and her upper body fell forward a bit. Her hands flew forward to catch herself against the wall, and, though it pained him, Kurt stopped.
"Sind Sie in Ordnung?" He asked. {Are you alright}
"Yes," she told him, but her body wasn't happy with him stopping his movements. He was paused, seeming not sure whether to continue or move positions. "Please," she panted. "Please, Kurt, please..."
The panted begging leaving her mouth answered his question and he thrust into her again, having it a little easier now, since the wall added support. He found a spot on her back, licking it quickly before he bit it, thrusting into her as hard as he could muster. She arched, her cry coming loudly as she convulsed around him. Kurt groaned into her back, finding another spot and biting her again, making her orgasm harder around him.
"Aaaah," Lacy cried into the wall, feeling her muscles tighten more as Kurt bit a tender spot on her back.
He was so amazing at this, she'd think he was a professional instead of only being with one partner before her. She bit her lip, wondering why she thought of that now, during orgasm, jealousy growing in the pit of her stomach at the thought of him with someone else.
Kurt thrust into Lacy, gasping into her back, nipping at every spot within reach. The tip of his tail moved down, flicking across her clit, making her moan harder and cry out louder as she arched and came around him again.
After the last of her current orgasm rolled through her body, Kurt started thrusting again, kissing and nibbling on the spot behind her shoulder. She was still panting and moaning, but it seemed muffled, and when he looked up to her, he could see that she was pushing her mouth against her arm to stay quiet. "Lacy," he pulled her arm away from her mouth wih his tail. "Unterlassen Sie," he told her. {don't}
"But- but the neighbors... they'll hear us," she told him, panting as he thrust into her.
"Lassen Sie sie," he said, nipping her shoulder again. She moaned, a second moan slipping out as he felt his cock hit against her inner wall. "Lauter," he told her, panting. He felt her clutch at the wall, moaning louder. "Die sollen sie hören, was wir tun," he told her, feeling his legs start to shake. "Die sollen sie hören, dass du mein bist," he thought he had thought to himself, sinking to his knees and taking Lacy with him. {Let them. Louder. Let them hear what we're doing. Let them hear that you're mine.}
Kurt thrust into her, his forehead resting against her back as he panted.
His, she was his.
He wanted to tell her, growl it into her ear and make her agree that she was his.
The words flowed through her mind as pleasure flowed through her body. "Let them hear that you're mine." Heat and need pressed against her belly, making her whimper and her lip tremble.
His. He'd called her his, claimed her, wanted to keep her...
She felt tears prickle in her eyes, letting her forehead rest against the wall as she panted feeling yet another orgasm building.
Kurt could feel it on his lips, one word, but he held it back.
"Mmmmngh," he bit it back.
"Mmmiii-" he couldn't hold it back any longer, and instead of saying something that might make her have a panic attack, he bit the spot behind her shoulder. Oh God, he wanted to tell her, shout out to the world, yell that she was his, HIS.
His jaw clenched tighter as he thrust into her, feeling the need to possess, wanting release for that need as much as for the aching, throbbing requirement that pulled at his testicles.
The added pressure, need, in the bite pushed her over, making her body jerk forward in orgasm.
Lacy's body thrust forward and back on him as her muscles tightened strongly, pulling Kurt over the edge with her, each thrust pulling another stream of hot liquid and moan of completion from him. He panted, groaning against her back as they drifted back to earth.
Kurt felt something liquid slowly drip down his forehead. He pulled back looking at her shoulder, seeing that he hadn't realized how hard he'd bitten her, drawing blood. His eyes widened in regret as he noticed that Lacy's shoulders were shaking slightly. He turned her, cupping her face as he looked down to see tears running down her cheeks. "Lacy, oh, God, Lacy, I'm sorry," he told her, pulling her closer.
She clutched against him, rubbing her cheek back and forth against his chest, her hand holding him. "No," she said. "It was good- I've never felt anything like it... Kurt, I've read the dictionary, and I can't think of a good enough word for it, some combination of; good, amazing, wonderful, perfect..."
"Y- you're bleeding," he told her.
"I am?" She asked, having been completely unaware.
"It doesn't hurt?" He asked, gently touching the bleeding mark he'd given her.
She shook her head. "No more than a normal bite... I guess I like being bitten- a lot," she said, blushing a little, another tear sliding down her cheek.
"Zhen- zhen vhy are you crying?" He asked, stroking her back.
"I don't know," she said, shrugging it off. "Maybe it was just too amazing..."
Kurt felt a tug at his heart. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he stood and laid her on the bed, climbing on with her. He couldn't believe how amazing the woman in his arms was, and even though he'd come, filling her with his liquid seed, and wouldn't be able to preform again for a while, he couldn't stop from wanting to gently make love to her again.
He showered kisses all over her face and neck, holding her against him and not wanting to let go.
Lacy kissed Kurt back when she could, but she eventually pushed him back, cuddling into his chest. She felt his breathing grow deeper and looked up.
His.
He'd called her his...
"I am," she whispered to his sleeping form as she burrowed back into his chest. "I'm yours..."
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