Author’s
Note: Finally!!!!! We finally get to
the slashy goodness. I know this is the
part you’ve all been waiting for, but I’m going to warn you, it’s not going to
stop here. My fics tend to become epic
on me if I’m not careful, and I think this one is going to do just that. Anyway, I’m really hoping I don’t get killed
for this one. ::hides behind Lord R, who
brandishes a sword at all those who threaten Lady Eternal with sharp pointy
things:: My stories tend to write
themselves; I just hit the keys. FYI: I know that there have been several
indications in the series that some of the characters share rooms. For the purposes of this story, we’re going
to take some artistic license and ignore that idea, mostly because I already
had half of this story written on the assumption that they had separate rooms
by the time I discovered that they might not.
;-D Whoops! I warned you in the beginning that there’d
be stuff wrong with this story.
This story takes place after “Day of Reckoning”. It is erotica, and therefore is not for the
eyes of those under 18 or easily offended by sexual situations, homo- or
hetero-. X-men: Evolution is the property of the WB, Marvel
comics, and several people that I’m probably forgetting. You can’t sue me! I don’t have any money anyway, so it wouldn’t do you any good.
:-P There are also random songfic
elements to this story; the songs used (plus a few others for good measure) are
listed below and belong to their respective artists and recording
companies. If you do not have these
songs or have never heard them, AudioGalaxy is a free peer-to-peer mp3 site
where they can likely be downloaded. I
especially recommend the songs by Anathema, Godgory, Linkin’ Park, Depeche
Mode, Poe and Nickelback as theme music for Wanda.
Comments, questions, and favorable reviews are encouraged. Criticisms that are phrased civilly will be
taken under advisement. Flames will be
fueled with napalm and returned, causing the offending keyboard to melt
internally and be unable to manufacture any further unchivalrous nonsense. You have been warned.
Recommended Musical Accompaniment: Play the Game- Motorhead
It
Doesn’t Even Matter- Linkin’ Park
Angry
Johnny- Poe
Blasphemous
Rumors- Depeche Mode
Dogma-
KMFDM
How
You Remind Me- Nickelback
Torpedoes-
MDFMK
Empty-
Anathema
Conspiracy
of Silence- Godgory
Last
Note of Freedom- David Coverdale
Nothing
Else Matters- Metallica
Can
I Touch You… There- Michael Bolton
To
The Moon and Back- Savage Garden
A few hours later, Pietro was
repeating everything he had told his sister to the inner circle of
mutants. It hurt to see Lance glowering
at him almost as much as the fact that Wanda sat beside him, still and
disapproving. The speedster had never
seen either of them so angry with him. It’s not like it was my fault. Dad made me do it!
I warn you, Brother:
don’t try that excuse with me.
You had no choice but to obey him when we were children. That, I forgave you long ago. But you made a conscious choice to collaborate
with him now, after I was returned to you… a circumstance that you also
did nothing about. You will not earn
forgiveness for either of those transgressions by claiming to have been
bullied. Now answer Cyclops’ question.
Cowed by his sister’s rebuke,
Pietro answered the older mutant almost meekly. “No, I didn’t see the Professor there. Trask kept everyone in separate cells, but they were all in the
same place.”
“Then how did you escape?” Jean
asked.
“And alone?” Todd echoed
angrily.
“Rogue told me to. We were right next to each other, and she
said that since I was the fastest, I stood the best chance of getting out and
getting back here. She… she wanted me
to get here and get help.”
“Is she okay?” Forge asked
softly. “And everybody else?”
“I think so,” Pietro
replied. “Wolverine was pretty badly
hurt before that mess, but he’s okay now.
Trask seems to be concentrating on getting that Sentinel up and running
again; it got pretty thoroughly trashed… and I guess he’s making more, too.”
Everyone’s eyes widened at
that. Storm leaned forward. “Are you certain of that, Pietro?”
“That’s what it sounded
like. He kept talking about needing to
send them someplace: Genosha, I think
it was. I don’t know where that is.”
Storm sat back, feeling the
blood drain slowly from her face. More
of those monsters… “Thank you,
Pietro. We’re going to need you to help
map out the interior of that complex, but for now, I think it would be best if
we all got something to eat and some rest.”
Without another word, Storm stood and walked out.
Slowly, the others followed
suit, chilled to the bone by Storm’s behavior.
This was bad. They knew it
was. And they still didn’t know where
Professor Xavier was. Jean slipped
under Scott’s arm as he walked out, trying to comfort him. Pietro gazed almost pleadingly at
Lance. “Lance?”
“Shut up, Pietro.” Lance tried to walk past him, desperately
trying to contain his fury.
“Lance, please…”
The rock-tumbler stopped in
front of him, his back resolutely turned.
“You don’t wanna push this right now, Pietro. You really don’t. You
betrayed us. If it weren’t for you,
Rogue and Fred wouldn’t be in trouble, and we wouldn’t have to team up with the
X-men to rescue anybody. You really, really don’t wanna push me right now.”
Pietro recoiled, cut to the
quick by Lance’s harsh rejection of his appeals. The hand he was reaching out towards Lance’s shoulder dropped,
and Pietro let Lance walk out. Miserably,
he turned to Wanda. “I really messed
up, didn’t I?”
“He will forgive you when he
forgives himself,” Wanda replied. “You
betrayed us, but he left the others behind.
Being the eldest, he feels responsible.” She held his eyes with a piercing stare. “I know what that feels like.”
“Sister, I didn’t have a
choice…”
“Yes, you did, Brother.” Her eyes never left her brother’s, her quiet
expression carved in stone. “You had a
choice between Magneto and me.”
The softly spoken words hit
Pietro like a slap to the face. Though
he desperately willed it not to happen, the speedster’s face crumpled like old
newspaper, a stifled sob escaping his throat.
The weight of the ramifications of his allegiance with Magneto dragged
on him until he sank against the wall, once again crying like a child.
Wanda watched as reality finally
caught up with her submissive. Without
moving an inch, she took in the sight of her brother’s realization of just how
many relationships he had damaged because of his obedience to his father. Go to our
room, she finally
commanded. I will bring you something to eat, but I don’t think it
would be a good idea for you and Lance to be in the same room any more than
necessary right now.
I love him, Sister… what am I going to do?
Whatever penance is required of you, Brother, by
Lance and I and anyone else who decides to exact it from you rather than
forgive and forget… and I think you will find that an extremely unlikely
possibility. Now go; I will join you
for dinner soon.
Too hurt by and frightened of
losing those he loved best to run, Pietro pushed himself away from the wall and
walked up to the dorm room that had been set up for he and his sister, his eyes
red with tears and his steps as leaden as his heart.
When he was on his way to the
dormitory floor, Wanda walked out of the briefing room and caught an elevator
to the dining hall. She wished that she
didn’t have to rebuke Pietro so harshly, but it was time that her submissive
learned the consequences of allegiance to their father. But other thoughts plagued her mind as
well: tremors against her soul that she
had felt ever since restoring the Institute.
{Agatha?}
Chai? Are you
all right?
I’m not sure.
I’ve been feeling the strangest flutters against my soul… there are
things I don’t understand.
What reaction do you have to these flutters?
It’s like… like something is trying to get my
attention, though I when I look around, I see nothing.
Perhaps you are looking in the wrong places,
chai. Keep your eyes and senses
open. It will come to you in time.
I know. Are
you well?
I am, though Raven is sorely displeased at the
rebellion of her young recruits. She
has been like a madwoman, given to rages that sack the house. I think that moving my caravan away from the
manor was for the best.
You are wandering, then?
I am near enough that if necessary you could come to
me. I have seen many changes in your
life and those of your compatriots in the cards, and I do not think it would be
wise to wander until you are beyond them.
The cards… my deck!
The boys wouldn’t have known where it was when they went to retrieve my
things. It’s still at the house!
Never fear, chai.
I already removed your deck from the manor. You will find it safely tucked away in your new home.
Thank you, Agatha.
You’re welcome, child. I will be near if you need me.
Taking a deep breath, Wanda
stepped off the elevator as the doors slid open, reassured that things were
still within the realm of her control.
After dinner, Lance headed down
to the danger room rather than to his new dorm. Pietro’s reappearance had upset the rock-tumbler’s equilibrium
even more than the idea of teaming up with Summers. His initial relief was nothing compared to the hurt and anger
that welled up within him barely a heartbeat later. Pietro had been a willing participant in that scenario; he had
chosen of his own volition to spy for his father, to help arrange the presence
of the Brotherhood as well as the X-men in that supply yard… the idea rose up
and choked Lance, cutting off his breath and bringing tears to his eyes. Goddammit
to Hell… for all I know, he was pretending the whole fucking time… did he ever
give a damn about us? About… me? No.
No, I’m not gonna think like this.
I’m not gonna go down that road.
I’m just gonna go beat the Hell outta some machines that aren’t
programmed to blast me out of existence.
The sounds coming from behind
the doors told Lance that someone else was experiencing a similar need for a
workout. Not really caring whether or
not he had company, Lance opened the doors anyway, ready for whatever might
come at him as he walked in.
He wasn’t prepared for a ball of
blue fur to come barreling at him in an attempt to escape a long-armed
claw. The flying body hit him full-force,
throwing him back through the doors.
Grabbing for anything solid, Lance only managed to get a hold of a furry
blue body as he tumbled backwards, bringing his accidental attacker along for
the ride. A male voice sputtered German
curses as they rolled, and Lance just started laughing. He couldn’t help himself. He’d come down here for a workout, and wound
up with an armful of fuzzy blue elf. What a day. “You okay, Kurt?”
“Ja, I’m okay,” Kurt replied,
shaking his head to clear the tumbling sensation. Orienting himself, he realized that he and Lance were sprawled
out on the floor, his body draped over Lance’s the long way. It was a situation he wasn’t sure he wanted
to be in; as many assurances that Storm had given them that the time for strife
between the Brotherhood and the X-men was over, at least temporarily, Kurt
wasn’t sure he wanted to subject himself to any cruel taunts or off comments
about his true appearance. Not only
that, but the Brotherhood was, or at least had been, his birth mother’s
personal little militia. Kurt didn’t
like the idea of being compared in any way with the woman who had given birth
to him and then turned him over to Magneto for genetic experimentation. “Sorry.”
“Nah, it was my fault; I shoulda
just waited until the program stopped before I walked in.” Lance smiled softly, his arms still loosely
wrapped around Kurt’s body. The
position was comfortable, and Lance liked being comfortable… it hadn’t happened
very often in his young life… “Needed
to blow off some steam?”
“Sort of.” Kurt shifted just a little; the long, solid
frame of the man beneath him had definitely not escaped his attention, but he
didn’t want Lance to know about that. It’s bad enough that he knows that I’m Mystique’s
freakish bastard son; I don’t want him finding out I’m bi, too!
“You looked pretty mad at Pietro in the briefing room.”
“The kid almost got the lot of
us killed,” Lance replied, a bit of anger creeping into his tone. “I can usually forgive the stupid shit
people do; I’m no angel, either. Pie
crossed a line… at his usual speed, too.
I’m not ready to forgive that just because he says he’s sorry.” Absently, Lance stroked a hand down Kurt’s
back. The younger boy’s lithe frame
felt good in his arms… vibrant… I could use
the sex more than I could use a workout… but is he…?
Kurt watched the play of
emotions across Lance’s face, noticing every flicker of those soft brown
eyes. The strong, masculine body
beneath him was beckoning, and that mop of brown hair was positively begging to
be brushed from Lance’s brow. Without
stopping to think about it, Kurt followed his impulse, lifting one furry hand
to brush the hair from Lance’s face.
The gesture was almost softer
than the fur that caressed Lance’s forehead.
It hearkened back to a memory of elementary science class: the teacher passing a swatch of rabbit fur
around as part of a static electricity demonstration. This fur was just as soft to the touch, plush and full and warm…
Lance couldn’t help himself. It had
been too much in too short a time without any sort of real emotional
release. Lacing a hand into that navy
blue hair, Lance pulled Kurt’s mouth down to his for a passionate kiss.
A moment of surprise swiftly
melted under Lance’s heat. Kurt’s body
sighed into his, his tail curling around Lance’s ankle as his hands slipped up
into that soft sable hair. Lance felt
his acceptance and pulled him tighter, his hands cradling Kurt’s sleek, lithe
body close to his. Even the fur on
Kurt’s face was silky smooth beneath Lance’s fingers; Lance sighed in delight
as his tongue dipped into the honeyed cave of Kurt’s mouth, just grazing the
points of Kurt’s canines. He smelled
like fresh peaches… “Damn, you smell
good,” Lance whispered softly.
“Do you have any idea how much
conditioner this fur needs?” Kurt replied, playfully nipping at Lance’s lower
lip. “But I thought you were interested
in Pietro.”
“Not as interested as I am in
you right now.” Careful not to roll
over Kurt’s tail, Lance changed their positions, giving him better access to
those soft lips and that svelte frame.
Kurt arched into his hands as he stroked the length of that glorious
body, and Lance was caught by the sudden, undeniable urge to take him right
then and there, forgoing any attempt at foreplay… His hands went to the zipper
of that suit and he barely remembered that they weren’t exactly in
private. “We’re… likely to attract an
audience down here,” Lance managed, his lips brushing over Kurt’s as he formed
the words.
“If you say so,” Kurt replied,
nipping at Lance’s lip again. “Your
room or mine?”
“Yours; we’ll just have to
remember to lock the door.”
“Not a problem.” Kurt wrapped his entire body around Lance’s
long, hard frame and kissed him openly.
He then teleported to his room, just inside the closed door.
If Lance had noticed the ride
they’d just taken, it was peripherally at best. Kurt’s open mouth beneath his, his legs locked tightly around
Lance’s waist drove Lance half mad.
Fumbling wildly, Lance reached up and locked the door even as his other
hand found the zipper to Kurt’s battle-spandex. Kurt was just as eager as he, those furry fingers pulling at
Lance’s clothes. He managed to get
Lance’s shirt off before Lance simply picked him off the floor and stood,
pressing him up against the wall in an effort to peel the spandex away and
still use both hands to drive Kurt wild.
No sooner had Lance shucked the suit away than his fingers were sunk to
the knuckles in Kurt’s fur, massaging the flesh beneath and stroking in ways
that had Kurt purring in ecstasy… It
was endearing and erotic; Lance had never known anyone who could literally purr
before… The furry blue elf was anchored
tightly against his body, and Lance quickly carried him to bed.
The elf liked being comfy, too;
Lance could tell that from the nest of overstuffed pillows and warm quilts that
graced the bed. Lance lowered him into
the nest tenderly, watching those pale eyes watching him as he cast aside his
own unwanted clothing. The hungry,
passionate expression was so tempting… Lance slid into the nest beside him,
curling Kurt close to his body and kissing him again. Kurt melted into his embrace, eagerly responding to those
beguiling lips. Lance was obviously
experienced; for one white-hot second, Kurt was wildly jealous of Pietro and
Tabitha… but it didn’t matter when Lance began stroking his body again, his
fingers combing through Kurt’s soft fur and igniting a thousand tiny fires in
his blood. He arched up into Lance’s
hands, needing Lance closer, needing more… it was so likely that this would
never happen to him again after tonight…
And Lance was determined to take
forever in this one night. With
devastating expertise and heart-stopping tenderness, Lance explored every inch
of Kurt’s body, finding just the right places to stroke, to scratch, to poke
his nose into the fur and nibble the sensitive skin beneath… Lance drank in the
sight of him, the scent of peaches and femme in that soft fur. The fluffy texture of it was a caress
against his skin, especially when Kurt writhed and twisted beneath him,
pressing their hips together… Lance groaned as Kurt’s long, only slightly furry
erection rubbed against his own, sending sizzling tremors through his entire
body. Capturing Kurt’s lips once again,
Lance’s hands gripped Kurt’s ass tightly, massaging the taut globes and the
muscles between them. Kurt moaned and
trembled in Lance’s arms, needing Lance so desperately… just once, he wanted
this…
Lance was still kissing him as
he slipped inside, still massaging even as he sank inch by inch into that
incredibly tight warmth. Kurt gasped,
clutching even as he tried to relax, to open more for Lance… it was wonderfully
foreign, a welcome intrusion… and Lance just kept right on kissing him,
distracting him as he sank to the hilt…
Fully seated, Lance had to pause
for breath. Kurt’s grip on him was
unbelievably tight, impossibly deep; it was all Lance could do to give the
adorable elf a moment to adjust rather than simply pound endlessly into
him. Kurt’s fingers were digging into
Lance’s back, his legs locked tightly around his waist, his tail curled around
his leg, stroking along the sensitive skin of Lance’s ankle. Lance shivered, bringing a gasp from Kurt as
the tremble followed the length of Lance’s erection inside him. For long, heady moments, Kurt clung to
Lance’s solid frame, desperately trying to commit to memory this feeling of
wholeness, of tender fullness… of being wanted…
Finally, Lance dipped his head,
just brushing his lips over Kurt’s in a light, questioning caress. Kurt’s lips reached for his eagerly,
brushing against his just before he captured Lance’s lower lip in his teeth and
tugged playfully. Lance sealed his
mouth against Kurt’s, coaxing his lip from those sharp teeth. “You okay?” he murmured.
“Why you think I would not
be?” Kurt smiled softly up at
Lance. “This is the first time we
haven’t been trying to hurt one another.”
The truth of those words struck
a powerful chord in the rock-tumbler. Why were we really fighting one another, anyway? I might have thought the X-geeks were
stupid, but I never actually wanted to do more than kick Summers around a
couple of times. What am I doing
fighting Mysti’s war? Or Magneto’s? Why are they fighting Xavier’s? It doesn’t make any sense… but this makes
sense. Right here, right now, life
makes sense.
The expression in Lance’s eyes
was so strange that for a moment, Kurt thought he might have said something
wrong. That frightening misconception
was shattered as Lance curled his strong arms around Kurt’s slender body and
kissed him so openly and so honestly that Kurt almost cried for the love it
seemed to confer… and then Lance slowly stroked inside him.
Kurt gasped and arched into
Lance, his fingers tightening into Lance’s shoulders. Lance groaned softly as Kurt’s tail twitched against his ankle,
the hot, tight depth of Kurt’s body clutching at him. It was pure bliss… nothing else mattered… just the sweet, loving
stroke of one body into another… one body sheathing the other… Kurt wanted to
sob for the joy of it… for once in his life not being defined by this damnable
blue fur… “More, Lance… please…”
“How much more, Kurt?” Lance
teased. His whole body was shaking; he
was trying not to shake the building down around their ears…
Swiftly, Kurt leaned up and caught
Lance’s earlobe between his lips. The
whole bed shuddered as Lance nearly lost all restraint. “Rock my world,” Kurt whispered huskily.
The elf almost got more than he
bargained for. Lance let go, focusing
entirely upon driving deep and hard and strong into Kurt’s ass. Determined not to hurt the younger boy,
Lance turned every iota of expertise he’d gleaned from his previous liaisons to
Kurt’s advantage, caressing and nibbling and suckling until Kurt thrashed and
bucked wildly beneath him, grinding his hips against Lance’s, taking him deeper
than even Lance thought he could go… Lance absorbed every gasp, every cry,
every moan of ecstasy into his soul, needing the release, the affection, the
absolution…
Kurt’s ass clamped down on him
as he drove Kurt over the edge and Lance couldn’t hold on. Only vaguely did he feel the bed vibrating
beneath them as he erupted inside Kurt, clinging to the younger mutant just as
hard as Kurt clung to him.
For long moments, neither seemed
able to move. Neither really wanted
to. Kurt was soaking up the affection
like a thirsty sponge, and Lance wasn’t about to let go of Kurt after an orgasm
like that. He didn’t even want to open
his eyes. After all, the furry elf was
snuggling into him like a contented kitten, that soft-furred tail still wrapped
around Lance’s ankle. Lance was feeling
fairly content himself; in fact, he hadn’t felt this peaceful with any lover
he’d ever taken…
Except Pietro.
Guilt rushed over Lance, washing
away much of the euphoric tenderness he’d been feeling. It was one thing to have strayed from
Pietro’s bed; Lance knew that Pietro would eventually forgive him. But Lance could easily tell that Kurt had
been a virgin, and not just in the gay sense, either. Much as Lance didn’t want to part with the adorable cuddly elf
just now, he still loved Pietro; still wanted to eventually get back together
with the snowy-haired speedster. That
wasn’t fair to Kurt, far less fair than a brief infidelity was to Pietro…
especially when Lance knew the odds of anyone getting past Kurt’s
less-than-normal appearance as he just had.
Kurt knew what Lance was
thinking about. He could feel it in his
lover’s body. It didn’t matter; he’d
already accepted the reality of the situation.
Lance opened his mouth and Kurt cut him off with a shake of the
head. “Nein.”
“Kurt…”
Soft fingers covered the rock
tumbler’s lips. “Nein, mein liebe. Talking is for later.” Before Lance could respond, Kurt leaned up
and kissed him gently.
This
really isn’t fair… Lance
thought to himself. He deserves someone who’ll love him forever… someone
who’ll never get enough of stroking his soft fur, kissing those sweet lips…
just tonight isn’t enough… but just for tonight, I’m all he has.
Abandoning all thoughts of justice, Lance deepened the contact between
them. “Beautiful…” he murmured, just
before he lost himself once again in the sweet, hot depths of Kurt’s passion.
A/N: Um… hi!
::hides from all Lance/Kitty and Pietrance fans:: Don’t hurt me! It’s okay, I promise! I
honestly do have a plan! Just be
gentle; I’m feeling very fragile today.
:-}