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Inner Conflicts	By : Nightbloom Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 14196 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.

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Author's note: Originally shown at ff.net, taken down for obvious reasons.
A favorite judging by the reviews there, or rather, a favorite among
my fics in general. Enjoy. And sadly, the characters of X-men do no belong to me. Otherwise, Marvel would be a rather intersting read to the females-- well, most females.

Inner Conflicts

Lance Alvers leaned up against the corner of Bayville High's gym building.
He watched with seemingly dispassionate eyes as Kurt Wagner and Tabatha
sat side by side in the bleachers. His heart was heavy with the loss
he just had gone through.

Kurt laughed out loud as he turned away from the blondie and glanced his
way.

Lance mentally flinched, seeing the hatred that flashed in Kurt's eyes.

He deserved it.

How he regretted that night that started it all. . .

X

Ever since he had met her, Lance always digged Kitty Pryde. She so
screamed virgin and Lance fancied himself to be the debaucher of virgins.

So he pursued her.

He was also aware of Kurt's attraction to her. Who wasn't? Except
for Pryde.

So when the Bayville's annual Spring Party came up, Lance thought up of the
perfect opportunity to humiliate Kurt.

He and the rest of the Brotherhood snuck in some liquor and spiked the punch.
He hoped that maybe Kurt would drink enough to forget he was in disguise
and just do something to completely turn Kitty off.

It wasn't a fool proof plan, but he figured he'd get some laughs out of it.

Todd and Pietro decided that the punch would be more fun. They kept
going for more refills. Lance stuck to four drinks, and spent the rest
of the evening watching who else was drinking it.

Kitty drank one cup, but didn't like the taste, Scott drank three while Jean
danced with Duncan. Then he stopped because she decided she wanted
to dance with him the rest of the night.

Rogue looked like she didn't want to be there at all, so she stayed away
from the dance floor and the snack table.

Kurt and Evan went up at the very least seven times before Evan fell asleep
in the benches.

Lance followed Kurt when he went into the boys restroom room.

The German boy was swaying when he walked, giggling in drunken glee.

"Oh, hey, Lance!" he greeted, when he saw Lance's reflection in the mirror.
"How are you?"

"Doing just fine, Blue Boy," Lance responded.

"This is some cool party, nein?" Kurt continued to babble, as he stopped
in front of a urinal. He unzipped his pants and proceeded to relieve
himself.

Lance suddenly found himself wondering just how fuzzy the boy really
was.

Kurt began to sing some German song as he zipped himself up. "I should
see if Kitty vants to dance," he said. "I think she really digs me.
She's so cute. Chicks dig the fuzzy dude."

Lance felt a flash of anger as the reason for the spiked drink came into
focus again.

"Hey," he said with a maliscious grin. "If chicks really dig the fuzzy
dude, maybe you should go out without the holo thing on."

"Ja," responded Kurt, holding his thumbs up. "You are a good friend."
With that, Kurt leaned forward and hugged Lance.

Lance tensed up for a moment, and then felt Kurt suddenly became heavy weight.

The freak had passed out on him.

His hands reached out to hold him up, and he couldn't help but feel a bit
surprised when he felt the fur.

He always knew it was there, but the holorgram always threw him off. And
he never quite felt it like this before.

It was soft and silky.

Lance tensed up again when he felt Kurt's warm breath blowing gently on his
neck.

It was kind of arousing, holding someone completely defenseless to any attacks.
Lance tried to shift Kurt to one side, gasping when Kurt's limp hand brushed
his crotch.

His jeans became unbelievably tight as the bit of alcohol went straight to
his brain.

He threw one arm around his shoulders and half dragged, half carried, Kurt
out of the room.

Outside, everyone was dancing or making out.

Lance spotted the chaperones near the spiked punch.

Seems like they figured out that something was wrong.

He made his way out the rear entrance, ready to shake some ground if there
were any chaperones outside guarding the parking lots.

There were none.

Lance dragged Kurt towards a well used red pick-up truck. He opened
up the passanger side and shoved Kurt into it. Lance got around to the other
side and hopped in.

A few moments later, the pick-up peeled out of the parking lot.

X

Lance glanced down at his lap as he drove.

Kurt was still unconscious, and Lance was glad he had taken a pick-up.

Kurt was laying on his side across the seat, hologram off, head on Lance's
lap, facing him. Each time the truck bounced, Kurt's face would rub
gently across Lance's crotch, exciting him more on a physical level.

Mentally, he was just a bit disgusted with himself, that a male, a blue
freak, was exciting him so much. But maybe...maybe the X-geek
would be so ashamed that he'd stay away from Kitty, leaving her all to
him.

Lance pulled into a side road, leading him into a forest like place.

There were seldom any passer-bys, and it was the perfect make-out spot.

Lance felt his heart thudding when he stopped the truck and turned it off.

He glanced back down and ran a hand through Kurt's hair.

It was just as soft as his fur.

Lance carressed Kurt's cheek, his alcohol -induced daze marvelling at the
texture. He gazed at Kurt's slightly parted lips, and he licked his
own.

How warm was the Fuzzy's mouth?

Lance tentively ran a finger over Kurt's lips. They were so soft...

He inserted his finger into Kurt's mouth, feeling the moisture, the heat,
and the velvety feeling of the tongue.

With a moan, Lance unbuckled and unzipped his pants, needing to relieve the
pressure that was growing.

His erection popped out, grazing Kurt's lips.

Lance stared with a lusty look, debating with himself on whether or not he
should do it.

One hand wrapped itself into Kurt's hair and pulled forward.

The other hand parted Kurt's lips a bit more.

Lance closed his eyes and groaned as his cock slid into the moist cavern.

He could feel the teeth grazing his flesh, and it made him harder.

Lance gasped as he pulled Kurt's head away, and then pushed it back.

His hips lifted off the seat as he slowly thrusted himself into Kurt's mouth.

X

Lance stared at Kurt's genitals.

The fur was more like peach fuzz, and there was a patch of indigo curls growing
above his dick.

Kurt was on his back, legs and tail dangling off the edge of the truck's
bed.

Lance stood in front of him, hands trailing over the abdomen and legs. Lance's
throat grew dry as he pulled Kurt forward. His hormones were raging
and the fire between his legs was overwhelming.

He brought Kurt to the edge and lifted his legs.

With one quick movement, he shoved himself deep into the blue mutant, gasping
at the sudden heat the enveloped him. He pulled himself all the way out and
thrust back in.

It was incredibly tight.

Like a virgin.

Hell, the freak had to be a virgin. Who in their sober mind would fuck
a freak?

Lance giggled to himself. No one would.

"Man, I guess I am drunk!" he said to himself, quickening his pace. He began
to thrust hard, the whole truck slowly begining to shake with his movement.

X

Sharp pain.

All the way up his spine.

Being torn.

Hazy vision.

Someone... someone he knew...

What was he doing?

The pain!

Several whimpers... then a cry.

Darkness.

X

Lance slowly opened his eyes, feeling a warmth against his chest, and heat
on his face.

He also became aware of the pounding headache associated with hang overs.

Then he realized he wasn't at his place.

He was in the back of his pick up and something or someone was in his arms.
Looking down, Lance was appalled to see Nightcrawler. He jerked
back and looked around, last nights memories returning.

He raped someone. . .

He raped another boy.

A mutant. . .

One of the X-geeks.

His rival.

Lance felt the bile rising in the back of his throat. He quickly pulled
Nightcrawler off the pick up and dumped him onto the floor.

He then jumped into his truck and turned it on, driving himself
the hell out of there.

His mind was in the flight or fight mode, and flight was definitely the better
option.

X

Kurt opened his eyes, being aware of only pain.

He let out a whimper as he struggled up to his feet.

Pain flared up from behind, causing him to cry out and stagger.

Tears welled up in his eyes as hazy visions danced across his memories.
Someone had hurt him, hurt him really bad. And he couldn't help
but get the feeling that it was someone he knew.

Kurt slowly dropped to his knees, shivering despite the warm air, holding
his arms around him.

Who did this to him..? Why?

Kurt slowly began to cry.

tbc
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