Author’s Note:  This is pretty much just going to be smut.  Not that the whole point of the story isn’t smut, really, but since there’s nothing else really in this part, I might as well be honest about it.  ;-D  Just read and enjoy!  Chapter Six is coming soon.

Oh, and one really quick translation.  Ich verstehe means I understand in German.  ;-P  Kurt grew up in Bavaria; what do you want?

 

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

Aftermath:  Interlude
By Lady Eternal

 

                After they’d stuffed themselves, Pietro shooed Kurt upstairs, promising to zoom through the kitchen and clean up.  Kurt was still chuckling over the flip to Pietro’s wrist as he chased the elf away from the dirty dishes.  “If I know Lance, which I do, he’s brooding over the fight with Summers.  Just bamph or poof or whatever you do upstairs and snap him out of it.  Well, go on!”  It was enough to give Kurt a case of the giggles, which he still had when he appeared in Lance’s bed with a soft bamph.

                “What the-?”  Lance scrambled, almost falling off the bed.  When the newcomer’s identity registered, Lance’s entire body uncoiled… well, almost his entire body.  I could go a hundred years without forgetting how he felt in my arms…  “Hi.”

                “Hi.”  Kurt desperately wanted to curl into those muscular arms, but he had to be sure that Lance still wanted him.  It had seemed almost too tender for a one-night stand, and Pietro wasn’t acting like it had been, but still…

                Lance couldn’t resist him.  Kurt was warm and comfortable and smelled intoxicating:  peaches and innocence and man.  Rolling closer, Lance tucked the elf snugly against his body.  “You went off alone?”

                “I had some thinking to do,” Kurt replied.

                “Really?”  Lance gently brushed his lips over Kurt’s.  “What about?”

                “About you.”  Kurt sealed his lips against Lance’s, his tail stroking the length of Lance’s body.  Lance responded as Kurt had expected, peeling the clothes from Kurt’s body with almost clumsy haste.  “Mein Gott, Lance…”

                “You taste so good,” Lance murmured raggedly.  Jesus, he hurt… he’d never been loved in his whole life… it hurt so much… Kurt arched into his embrace, eagerly reciprocating every kiss and nibble and caress; his responsiveness drove Lance half mad.  Hungry and aching from a dozen old wounds, the brunette rolled with Kurt in his arms, kissing Kurt even as he pulled the elf down, impaling his lover to the hilt on his lance.

                Kurt gasped, taking a moment to adjust.  Lance’s breath was ragged, his face contorted almost as if he were in pain…  “Lance?”

                “Yeah?”

                “Are you all right?”

                Lance opened his eyes, and Kurt’s heart ached at what he saw there.  The beautiful, sensual, powerful man beneath him gazed up with a battered, broken soul; a little boy who couldn’t understand why no one loved him.  It was an expression Kurt would have given his soul to erase.  Slowly, Kurt shifted, bending to offer Lance his mouth while remaining fully impaled on Lance’s erection.  Lance gasped sharply as the hot, viselike grip of Kurt’s body sent electric sparks through his veins.  He reached up, gripping Kurt’s forearms as he fought for control; Kurt chuckled as he broke Lance’s grip and laced his hands with the brunette’s, effectively pinioning Lance where he lay.  Kurt then very slowly ran his tongue over the curve of Lance’s sensually full lower lip.

                Lance shuddered.  As did the bed.  Kurt smiled.

                With each loving caress, every open kiss, every erotic bite he could devise, Kurt wore Lance down.  Without knowing it, Lance had awakened a creature of intense sensuality in his furry blue elf, and the rock-tumbler was helpless in the face of it.  No one save Pietro had ever inflamed him so, and he needed the affection so desperately…  Kurt felt the cry of his soul and responded, brushing tender kisses along Lance’s throat as he gently guided Lance down onto his side, snugly wrapping his legs and arms around Lance’s waist and kissing him sweetly on the lips.  “Ich verstehe, mein liebe,” Kurt murmured.  “Just let it all go.”

                For one wrenching moment, Lance couldn’t move.  His heart clutched, and then he did just as Kurt asked:  he let go.  With almost savage ferocity, Lance used every trick he’d ever learned, tormented every erogenous zone Kurt had, pounded almost viciously into Kurt’s willing body.  Kurt accepted it all, reflected only love and tenderness back at him, moaned and arched and writhed in Lance’s arms with elfin abandon.  Lance pushed Kurt from orgasm to orgasm, needing to feel Kurt exploding in his arms, desperate for it…

                It seemed like hours before Lance finally came with Kurt, pouring into his body and kissing Kurt with almost bruising force to muffle his near-scream of release.  When the last shudders faded, the two collapsed into one another out of sheer exhaustion.  Kurt was drained; Lance seemed half-dead.  For long moments, they lay there, curled tightly against one another for comfort, listening to the CD Lance had put in shortly before Kurt’s arrival.

 

                Here I am, Burning Man
                Singing a song, my open soul
                Will time pass me?
                All my dreams, I have to know
                I don’t wanna be cheated
                I can’t go on in a world where love is beaten

                Rise up, Burning Man
                Seize the right and take command
                Days of thunder see me shine
                All my dreams turn out fine

                I know the suffering will end, my friend
                When the last note of freedom is rung throughout the land
                I know the hateful will bend
                When the last note of freedom is heard throughout the land

                A sob registered beneath the music, and Kurt just nestled closer.  It was an almost torturous descent, but Lance finally let go:  not of his passion or his fury, but of his pain and his loneliness and his fear.  In Kurt’s warm and comforting embrace, Lance wept as he had not in years.  Kurt cradled him through the storm, keeping Lance nestled and warm even as the storm shook the bed with more force than his passion, understanding better than anyone else Lance’s need for love and affection.  When his tears finally quieted, Lance lay in Kurt’s arms, soaking up the feeling of acceptance and affection.  Kurt was so certain that Lance had actually fallen asleep that it startled him to hear that low, sexy voice rumble in his ear.  “I love you.”

                Kurt lifted his gaze slowly to meet Lance’s.  The rock-tumbler wasn’t asleep, wasn’t dreaming of Pietro.  He was gazing back down into those pale eyes with more sincerity than Kurt had ever seen.  Touched to the quick, Kurt couldn’t bring himself to entertain the thousand objections that his rational mind was screaming at him.  Instead, he simply lifted his mouth to Lance’s for a sweet, lingering kiss.  “I love you.”

 

                “I just can’t believe she did that!”  Scott paced furiously, completely oblivious to his lack of clothing.  “She practically took his side!”

                “Scott, please.”  Jean sat up, tucking the sheet around her chest.  “It’s over; you can’t change what’s happened.”

                “Jean, it’s not right.  Storm all but gave Alvers the go-ahead to use Kurt while he’s pissed at Quicksilver.  Doesn’t she realize what it’s going to do to Kurt when Alvers finally gets over his little snit and they make up?  Kurt’s gonna be in so many pieces, he’ll be a furry blue jigsaw puzzle.”

                “But isn’t that Kurt’s decision?”

                One eyebrow quirked over his shades.  “Do you honestly think that Kurt is in any place emotionally to make a decision like that?  The only reason he even went to bed with Alvers is because Alvers could make an ugly stick feel sexy if it suited him.  He did it to Tabitha, he was doing it to Kitty, and now he’s doing it to Kurt.  I’d be surprised if he’s even really serious about Maximoff, except that little fruit’s more manipulative than anyone I’ve ever met.”

                “But what good does it do to curse about it now?  We need them, Scott, and it would kill Kurt to have to decide between Lance and you.  You’ve been like an older brother to him-”

                “All the more reason for me to try and protect him from that philandering, amoral bastard!”

                Sighing softly, Jean let the sheet drop and rose from the bed.  Scott’s reaction to her naked body was instantaneous; in a heartbeat his umbrage melted and his erection stiffened.  Stepping into his arms, Jean slid her hips provocatively against his.  “Lance isn’t the only one around here with a shady past, Scott.  You weren’t exactly an angel in those orphanages, you know.”

                “But I got past it.  I know now that just because my life wasn’t a Norman Rockwell painting, it wasn’t an excuse to turn my back on everything that’s right, on all the good things in this world.  I see Alvers and I can’t help wanting to smack some sense into him.”

                “Scott, you don’t know what his life has been.  You’ve got your brother, and your parents loved you and Alex, and when the Professor brought you here, you found a home like the one you’d lost.  I don’t know what Lance has been through, but I can’t believe he’s not struggling towards the kind of home that you had as a child.  I don’t think he’s ever had that… and he’s been on his own all his life.”

                Shoving away from her, Scott snarled in rage.  “Great.  Now you’re taking his side!  Why don’t we just give him the keys to the X-jet!  Or better still, to the dorm of anybody whose ass happens to catch his eye!  After all, he’s definitely gonna figure out the right way to live your life by romping through every bedroom in the Institute!”

                “Stop it, Scott!”  Jean reached out with her mind, flinging him back onto the bed.  Propelling herself over as he landed, Jean hovered over him for a moment before sinking down to lie between his legs.  Her tongue slowly traveled the length of his erection and Scott groaned aloud.  You and Lance have a lot in common, which is why I think you hate him so much.  You feel threatened by him, by how easily he seems to deal with everything that’s wrong with his life.  You feel so guilty about your parents, your brother, everything you had to do in that orphanage to survive… you hate Lance because he doesn’t seem to feel any guilt over what he’s done or what he does… he doesn’t let it rule him…

                “I… don’t let it… oh God, Jean… it doesn’t rule me…”  Scott’s hands laced into her long hair as she suckled on the head of his erection, her long, manicured fingers teasing at his pouch.  “It keeps me on the right track…”

                Maybe Lance doesn’t want to live his life ashamed of things that he’s done because he can admit, unlike you, that the life he’s lived really wasn’t his fault.  He’s angry, and he has a right to that anger, Scott… and Kurt has the right to feel like someone wants him despite what he really looks like.  He’s not stupid; Kurt probably knows that this will only last as long as Lance is angry with Pietro.  Maybe Kurt just wants to enjoy it while he can, because he doesn’t know when he’ll have this again.

                “I guess… you’d know, wouldn’t you?” Scott managed; it wasn’t easy.  Jean’s tongue was tracing the ridge of his erection while she suckled, making Scott’s entire body feel like a coiled spring.  “You’ve been… hearing things from them, haven’t you?”

                I think hearing Wanda’s call for help turned something on… I just catch glimpses, but those glimpses are more than enough… it’s all right, Scott… you don’t have to protect them… you don’t have to make sure they’re on the straight and narrow… they’ll find their own path.  It’s time you concentrated on your own… on ours…

                Scott couldn’t take anymore.  Grabbing Jean’s arms, he pulled her away from his erection and rolled with her.  They spilled onto the floor in a tangle of limbs and sheets; Jean’s legs parted easily as Scott drove hard into her, accepting his passion and his emotional turmoil with equal grace.  As tender as Scott had been over the past few days, he turned almost vicious now, pounding into her body as fast and as hard as he could.  He couldn’t stand that Duncan had gotten here first, but he was suddenly determined to stake his claim on her, to make her his forever, to brand his touch into her flesh and burn away any memory of her football-playing paramour.

                Jean arched into his possession eagerly, reveling in how different he was from Duncan.  Duncan groped; Scott played.  Duncan took; Scott exchanged.  Duncan had been tolerably hung; Scott felt perfect inside her.  She could kill Scott for not saying anything about his feelings sooner, but Jean was determined to put the past, and Duncan, behind her.  Scott was everything she could ever want, and she wasn’t going to give him up now.

                Almost in a fury, Scott drove her to orgasm just as he reached his own.  Tightening her grip on him, Jean absorbed the feeling of his life spilling inside her, comforted by it at the same time she was glad that she’d been on birth control ever since she started dating Duncan.  Vaguely, she wondered what kind of powers a child of theirs might have, but there was too much uncertainty surrounding their lives now for a pregnancy to be at all advisable… and there wouldn’t be any way to know at this point if the child was Duncan’s or Scott’s…  Yeah, that’d be a good way to start a relationship.  Snuggling close, Jean brushed at the tears that leaked from beneath Scott’s glasses.  “It’s all right, Scott.  We’ll get everyone back, and everything’s going to be fine.  You’ll see.”

                Desperate to control the emotions that he’d held in check for most of his life, Scott cradled Jean even closer, blotting out reality with the scent of her hair.