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SHIVA—CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE (NC-17) Disclaimers apply… A/N Foxfeather is still a goddess…even if she is teaching pigpiles. ;p InterNutter and TC get big licky kisses from Kurt and Kitty for archiving alllllllllllllllll these chapters. And the reviewers: I love you passionately. Really. I know I say it a lot, but…I mean it. I have your names tattooed on my ass to prove it. I’d show you, but it’s in invisible ink, unlike my other tats…Just have to take my word for it… and the ducks. They’ll vouch for me! Rogue heard Kurt’s howl and froze, not sure whether to run to him or from him. Gritting her teeth, deciding on the former, she fixed on thought in her mind as she dashed pell-mell down the hall and down the stairs, Kurt is my half-brother, my brother…If someone’s hurting him, I’ll have to kill them. Rahne, Bobby, Jamie and a host of other teenagers were hot on her heels as she rounded the corner at the foot of the stairs. Kurt’s voice had trailed off but was soon followed by another cry, just as heart wrenching as the first. He echoed down the hall, along the walls, making it hard to tell where the sound originated. Rogue, however, kept running, knowing without knowing how exactly where Kurt was. She skidded to a halt outside the study, rattling the doorknob. “Kurt! Kurt! Open the friggin’ door!” Rahne slid to sprawling stop, legs and arms flying as she thumped to the floor, changing into canine form on the way down. Bobby tripped over her and sent a flash of ice across the floor and Rogue’s legs, earning a sharp bark of surprise from the Goth and a bite on the ankle from Rahne. “Sorry—panicked!” Bobby gasped, out of breath from his dash. “What the Hell was that?” “Kurt,” came Storm’s voice. She was walking quickly but calmly towards them, followed by Beast. Other mutants were trickling in from their hidey holes around the mansion, most of them, at any rate. “Kurt!” Rogue slapped at the door with an open hand, jiggling the knob again. The door swung open to reveal Logan, snarl firmly in place. “Elf’s gone.” He held up his hand to stem a clamor of voice and Rogue saw two small puncture marks slowly closing on the fleshy part of his palm, just under his thumb. “He ‘ported outta here…don’t know where.” Storm made a shushing noise to quell the sudden tide of voices. “He hasn’t gone far, not with Kitty missing. We’ll spread out and find him. Pair up, search the grounds. Each pair take a different direction. When you find him,” Storm paused, seemingly at a loss, “When you find him, don’t try and hold him there. Just…talk to him.” “Be careful,” Logan added. “Elf’s gone plumb loco.”[1] There was a low roar of voices as people paired off, went in search of other mutants to join in the search, and dispersed from the hall, leaving Rogue, Beast, Storm and Logan in the hall outside the study. “What the fuck happened?” Rogue finally hissed when they were alone. Logan sighedKid Kid thinks I’m hiding something from him about Kitty’s whereabouts. He thinks the Professor told me something that I’m keeping from him.” Don’t have to tell ‘em the Elf’s right… Beast raised one eyebrow. “Are you?” “Yes, Logan…are you?” Storm knew the Professor would never ask any of them to lie to a student, but it would be encouraged to withhold certain elements of the truth if the situation so called. “I didn’t lie to him,” Logan growled, confirming the suspicions of the other adults. “Ah.” Rogue crossed her arms and leaned forward threateningly. “You didn’t lie to him, but you didn’t tell him the truth, did ya? Fine. I can respect that. I don’t like it, I don’t understand it, especially since it could mean Kitty’s life….But I respect it.” Rogue felt a stab of pain in the area of her heart for Kurt and a wash of sadness when she thought of Kitty. “I like the little Femmebot[2], ya know…I even love her sometimes…” She sniffed softly and rubbed the back of one hand across her eyes, smearing the black lines around her eyes. “Rogue, go help look for Kurt…It’s all we can do right now,” Beast soothed. In truth, he was at a loss as to what to tell her, never having dealt with such a thing before. “I don’t think…” she began, only to be cut off by Storm. “Why don’t you go see if Jean needs some tea instead? She had a migraine earlier…Her abilities might be called into use very soon and it would help if she felt up to par.” Rogue nodded glumly, finally silent, and trooped off towards the stairs. Storm watched her disappear around the corner and waited until she was sure she was out of earshot before speaking. “What happened in there, Logan?” Quickly, the man sometimes known as Wolverine related the incident to Storm and Beast, adding, “And when I find him, I’m gonna h hur hurt him…” “He’s under a great deal of stress, Logan. It’s not wise to provoke further outbursts…” Beast leaned heavily against the wall. “I’ll give him a sedative if we can catch him.” “No if, Hank, when…” Logan snorted. “Fine. When, I’ll explain to the Elf why we don’t piss off the Wolverine!” Rogue did not check on Jean as suggested. She let herself quietly out the front door, ignoring the far and near cries of Kurt’s name and the occasional explosion or yelp as someone used their powers inadvertently. She was like a shadow, slipping around pools of light and hiding in pockets of dark whenever someone got too close. Soon she was at the gate, sliding between the bars like an old pro. Pays to be skinny sometimes…Wincing as her foot twisted in the iron bars, Rogue pulled herself free and cursed the Professor briefly for installing such an ornate device. Shaking off her discomfit, she set off down the blacktopd, fd, forcing herself to walk normally and ignore the throb in her ankle. She wound her way to the park, her usual haunt these dark hours, and found herself on the trail walked so many nights with Pietro, limp-walking slowly towards the bench. He won’t be here…It’s not our night to meet. He’s probably at the boardinghouse, fucking around with Toad or something… A silver shadow caught her attention then and she knew her evening was taking a turn for the even-worse. “Hey,” she whispered before he could notice her first. “Oh! Hi!” Pietro had been crouched near the bench, examining something on the ground, and rose quickly when Rogue’s voice caressed his ears. The eager look on his face was almost too much for Rogue to bear. “What’re you doing out here?” “Walking…” Sitting now…Rogue forced herself the last few feet to the bench and sank gratefully, taking her weight off of her now-screaming foot. “Why?” Pietro sat next to her, arranging himself in what he hoped was a pose of casual indifference but really looked to Rogue like a knot of nervous tension. “Cuz. What’re you doing?” “Oh…um…nothing…nothing at all. Just went a rua run and stopped to check something out.” He edged a little closer. “What’s going on over there, anyway? I think Lance came by earlier but I can’t find him anywhere…his books are all over the front hall and Toad’s gone too…” He chose to omit Tabitha-he was fairly certain Rogue would want to cause great pain at the mention of Boom Boom. “Haven’t seen any of ‘em. Maybe they’re out getting laid.” Keep up the bravado…Pietro doesn’t need to know our business. “Who’d want to fuck Toad?” His eyebrows crept to somewhere near his hairline, making Rogue feel like laughing at the comical expression he presented. “Now don’t be too han thn the boy…I know what it feels like to have no one want to touch you.” Great. Self pity. Way to be cool and aloof. Pietro shifted again, his clothed thigh pressing to hers. “To be fair,” he said with a low tone, “no one wants to touch Toad, but people—someone—can’t touch.” .” An awareness blazed in Rogue’s belly then. Fuck—Kitty’s missing, Kurt’s gone off the deep end and I’m getting all hot and bothered over Quicksilver. “Well….good to know.” “I would think so. Do you, ah, do you want to touch anyone in particular?” Me? “It isn’t that I don’t want to…It’s just that, well, I just don’t think I should.” Don’t ask me to explain. “Why?” Shit. “There’s a lot of stuff going on right now and I think that it would be…I dunno. Wrong, somehow, to do something like we do when so much is going all fucked up at the Mansion.” “Ah. Home problems. Got it…What kind?” Pietro, feeling brave, slid his arm around Rogue’s shoulders. She stiffened and her lips parted in surprise, but Pietro paid no mind. Instead, he squeezed her shoulders in a half-hug and hooked his ankle around her booted one. Rogue hid her twinge of pain well, still stiff in Pietro’s embrace but now leaning back just slightly into the crook of his elbow. “Really don’t want to talk about it. What were you looking at on the ground?” “Oh…um, nothing…” Pietro looked away then and Rogue followed his glance. She could not make out what was on the ground but could detect a shadow, darker than the others, near the bench. “So…can I?” he offered in way of distraction. “Pietro…no. I really shouldn’t.” “Shouldn’t isn’t the same as won’t. Or don’t want to…” he murmured in her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine in the closest thing to actual skin-on-skin contact she had felt in what seemed like forever. Point…good point…Think of Kitty. Think of Kurt. No fair to be having fun when they’re in pain or suffering or sad…”Pietro…” “Just say the word, Rogue…say it and I’ll do it…” She could feel the heat rising off of him, making his words seductive. “Tell me and I’ll do whatever you ask…” She could feel her self control slipping, the need for his quick, meaningful caress growing stronger with each passing second. Rogue bit her lip, unaware of the effect it had on her would-be lover. Pietro nearly lurched and bent her back to lay on the bench until common sense kicked in, reminding him of Rogue’s mutation and it’s ramifications for him. Rogue felt his hesitation and reality seeped back into her thoughts. “I can’t.” Pietro had not been aware that he had been holding his breath until Rogue spoke. The air rushed out of him in a long, harsh sigh and he averted his eyes from her again, slowly sliding his arm from around her and moving a few inches away on the bench. “Why?” “Pietro, I can’t tell you that right now…” “Damn it, Rogue!” He was on his feet, striding in circles. “I’m in your head, for fuck’s sake! You know all my secrets, why can’t I know yours?” “First of all,” she bit out, ire raising, “I don’t know all your dirty little secrets. It isn’t like that, not all the time. I haven’t absorbed enough of you to know those things…” “But I’m in you! It’s like…Hell, it’s like we’ve been lovers and I still haven’t seen you naked…” Pietro cringed at the petulant tone in his own voice, drawing back in self defense as Rogue rose to her feet. “You want to see me naked? Is that all? Fine!” With one quick movement, Rogue jerked off her shirt, exposing pale, pebbling flesh to the cool night air. “Rogue, that isn’t what I meant…” “Fuck it, Pietro. I know what you really want, right? Isn’t that what you think?” Rogue kicked one boot off, struggling with the left one and finally throwing it into the brush. Her pants were easy to remove, and she tossed them to one side with a leafy crinkle as they hit the ground. She was naked now, her makeup smeared and muscles trembling with anger. “There! Naked. Are you happy now, you son of a bitch?” Pietro stared at her in a mixture of desire and consternation. Rogue, naked as the day she was born, surrounded by the woods and night, looking like a nymph from a legend. Angry faerie, he thought. “You’re naked in public.” Great. Smart, asshole. Rogue snorted. “No shit. I don’t give a fuck. Who’s gonna see me? We live in Bayville fucking New York, no one goes out after seven, except for us, no one does anything against any rules, except for us mutants….I’m naked in the woods! Big fucking deal!” She threw her arms wide and Pietro gulped as her breasts jiggled with the movement. “Now you’ve seen me naked. We’ve touched and you’ve seen me naked.” Her voice grew sad as the import of her words struck her; “This is as close to making love as I’ll ever get.” “That’s not true…” Pietro had to close his eyes to shut out the vision before him. “Get dressed—I can’t talk to you naked.” “You must kill at pillow talk…” He could not see her but he could hear her gathering garments and the rustle of fabric as she got her clothing back into place. “Can’t find my boot…” “Which one?” “Um…left.” He squinted at her and saw that she was all dressed save for said boot. Quickly, he ducked into the brush and felt around, coming up with the boot in his hand after a minute or two of concerted effort. “Thanks.” After she was fully dressed, boots included, they sat in uncomfortable silence, each staring straight ahead, six inches between them on the wooden bench. “Rogue, I’m sorry.” “What?” Pietro? Apologizing? Fuck me running backwards down a hill in the middle of the night… “I’m…I’m sorry. I was a jerk and I should have listened when you said no the first time.” He was blushing hotly in the dark and Rogue smiled, feeling flattered and suddenly very feminine. “I guess it’s okay. I shouldn’t have done…what I did. I’m just under a lot of stress…We all are.” They were quiet again for a little while before Pietro spoke again. “Still not gonna tell me?” “Nah. You’ll know soon enough…” Especially if the rumors are true, that Magneto and Mystique are involved. “Hmmm.” Pietro looked at his watch and stifled a gasp. “It’s almost midnight.” “Shit, really?” Rogue nearly brushed against his bare neck as she leaned to look at the time. “School for you tomorrow.” “Not for you?” He breathed in the cherry scent of hairhair and filed the sensory memory away for later. “Yeah, I don’t think I’m gonna be there for a couple of days…” Rogue stood again and drew a pattern on the ground with the toe of her boot. “Think you could, um…I dunno…get my homew for for me or something?” Pietro could not help the broad grin that flashed across his face. “Sure! Want me to bring it by, too “Nah—I’ll come and get it…” so I don’t have to explain you to anyone. Pietro grinned even more broadly as he backed away. “Night, Pietro.” “Night, Rogue….Hey, by the way…” He turned and was a silver blur, his last words flying back to Rogue, “Nice tits!” Jubilee had not blinked for almost a minute and Remy was growing concerned. “Chere?” “Shhhh!” she finally managed. “Processing…” “You not freaked out?” He moved, nuzzling her stomach as he shifted his weight to his elbows and rose above her. Her naked flesh was creating an interesting heat against his clothed torso but Remy pushed the rising lust aside, more worried about Jubilee’s response to his declaration of a few minutes before. “Hell, yeah, I’m freaked out, but it’s good…” She smiled finally and ducked her head to one side, hiding from Remy’s piercing gaze. “Stop looking at me like that!” “You rather me look at you like dis?” he asked, turning her face by her chin to look at him before sticking out his tongue and crossing his eyes. Jubilee burst out laughing and patted his cheek. “Cajun, you’re some kind of fucked up, you know that?” “Oui, mais you like it…” He shrugged and smiled, pressing a tender kiss to the crook of Jubilee’s neck. “Don’t you?” Jubilee made a low “mmm” noise in her throat before a slight embarrassment overtook her. She had never felt such an abandon as she had a few minutes earlier under Remy’s attentions. Pulling away from his mouth, Jubilee scooted further up the sofa and peered into the darkness, heavy since they had first come into the boathouse. Her eyes picked out bits of his face in the gloaming and she thought how he looked like a demon-lover, an incubus come just for her. Remy felt rather than saw the intensity of her gaze and sighed somewhat sadly. “You not gonna get all…mopey, are you chere?” “No…I don’t think so…” “Why you look so…off?” Remy moved closer, raising a hand to twine through her short locks, tugging on them to prompt her delayed response. “Off? Whadya mean?” He’s kissed me there! I’m not a virgin—Hell, I’ve been around the block and they named it after me, damn it, but Remy…God, Remy! “Remy be tinkin’ you embarrassed…” He drew her to his chest, leaning back at the same time so that now he was laying down and she was on top of him. With gently tugs, he drew her pants off her ankles where they had become tangled, leaving Jubilee clad only in her t-shirt, scrunched up around her neck. “Why?” She was trying to surreptitiously cover herself, scooting to one side, hoping maybe to conceal her nudity in the spaetweetween the cushions and the back of the sofa. “Why? Jubilee, in case you not been here de last few minute, you just had what I like to tink be a very nice orgasm—not like dere be any other kind, eh?—and your first one at dat…you be tinkin’, “ he paused to tug her to his chest again, stopping her wending progress into the folds of the couch, “dat mebbe it not be good to lose control like dat, dat mebbe Remy tink it gross to kiss you where he done did, to do dat…” Jubilee felt like crying. He had hit the nail on the head. In a small voice, she whispered, “No one’s ever…I mean, I haven’t…” “I know, chere…” He wrapped on arm around her back and cradled her to his chest, shifting so that her legs could drape over his hips more comfortably. One hand drawing lazy circles on the back of her neck, he murmured, “It long past time dat you realize you a desirable femme, eh? You not jus’ a girl or a mutant, you be Jubilation Lee and I be in love wit you.” “Why?” “Why not?” Remy chuckled and squeezed her tight, making her gasp before he kissed her again, drawing more moans from her already beleaguered voice box. “Just know dat I do…an’ I be more den happy dat you love me…” Jubilee sighed happily and snuggled against him, seeking his warmth and strength, reveling in his scent and feel. “So this whole losing control thing…” “Fun, oui?” He kissed her soundly and gave her a light smack on her bare bottom, making her poutttilttily in response. “You ever losntrontrol, Remy?” she asked after yet another kiss. He frowned mildly and quirked a brow, something she was only able to see because she was so close to his face. “Sometime…” “I can’t see that…You’re always so collected…” Jubilee tried hard but could not quite picture Remy in the throes of passion. She kept coming up with calm, cool, suave and teasing, never abandoned. “It happen…Hey!” Jubilee slid down his chest and was opening his fly before Remy knew quite what she was doing. “Jubilee!” “Shhh. No talk. Just…just,” she whispered, freeing his length from the confines of his dark jeans. “All I can say, Cajun, is woof.” She grinned at him in the , he, her self confidence returning quickly. Remy made an embarrassed noise and she was sure his head dropped back against the arm of the sofa. “Close your eyes, Remy.” “Why? It already be dark…” “Just do it. For me?” He murmured ascent as she trailed her fingers down torstorso from his nipples, scraping her nails lightly along the lines of the muscles there. Jubilee closed her own eyes for a brief moment and took a shallow breath before beginning her task. She pressed small kisses to the patch of skin exposed on his stomach where she had pushed his shirt up, his arousal pressing against her own flesh as she licked and suckled the flesh below his navel. Strange to think of Remy having a belly button, crossed her mind before more…pressing…matters drew her attention southward. Remy moaned and his hands clenched at her shoulders and the back of her head as Jubilee tentatively touched the tip of her tongue to the head of his manhood. “Mon Dieu en Ciel![3]” he rasped. Jubilee smiled at this encouragement and increased her attentions. She dragged her tongue down the underside of his length and nipped lightly at the base, making Remy’s hips buck upwards. She had just taken the head is sis sex into her mouth when a sound tore at their ears. “Fucking hell!” Jubilee gasped, leaping to her feet. Remy was slower on the draw, tugging his jeans up as he rose, mindful of the potential for serious personal injury. The howling noise faded out and Jubilee managed a deep, fearful breath before another noise much like the first sounded. “Loup-garou[4],” he muttered, only half-joking. There was a faint popping noise from outside and then the sound of someone—or something—scrambling over the roof. Jubilee dove for the safety of Remy’s arms as adow dow passed the window across the room, not moving from one side to the other as someone walking or running might but from the top to bottom, as if whoever or whatever it was fell or jumped from the roof. All Jubilee could make out as a form, an idea of a person, before Remy hissed, “Kurt!” “Was that noise him?” She heard her own voice shake and huddled closer to Remy. “I think…I think we’d best be getting’ inside and see what shakin’…” He stroked her back and muttered softly, “We not be done, chere…not by long shot…” [1] I couldn’t help it. It’s an old Cowboy-ism usually found in Spaghetti Westerns. Means crazy. Or damned crazy… [2] Someone in the house is watching Austin Powers. Sorry for the reference…lol. [3] My God in Heaven! [4] Werewolf, of sorts. |
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