My bad. I haven't written anything in almost a month. Except, strangely enough, half of chapter 3... Go figure. But once sitting, chapter 2 came easily enough. Sorry it's so blasted SHORT though.

I've been extremely busy at work. I'm doing overtime almost every day. Takes up a lo of time. I do most of my writing in the middle of the night after work, and the overtime means I get home later and... *shrug*. Vacation is a good thing, though :)

So, I know to most of you (or all of you) this chapter is not what you'd have expected as chapter 2, but it IS chapter 2. You don't have to go looking all over for it, this IS it. Expect the further adventures of Lance and Scott in chapter 3.

And on a related note...

ONLY ONE WEEK TO GO!!!!!!! SEASON 3!!!! YAH!

Go llama, go llama, go llama...
(don't ask)

Brotherly Love III ~ Bayville Nights
A Teenaged Mutant in Bayville

By Michiru

Kurt tipped his head back, feeling an anticipatory shiver of excitement thrill

through him. It felt so good! In the last 4 weeks since they stated seeing each other they

had never gotten so far. A couple long, slow kisses, but not this.

The delectable kisses were being laid on his throat, and then down to his chest.

He could feel the breeze on his bare chest, his short fur being no protection to the

coolness, or of the sensation being plied on him by insistent lips.

"Hmmmm," he moaned softly, eyes closing.

"You taste good," a muffled voice murmured.

"You kiss good," he sighed. "I'm so glad I said yes when you asked me out. And

that when I showed you, you didn't freak out."

"What can I say? I love the colour blue, and you smell good."

Kurt felt a wet tongue slide down to his belly. He gasped, back arching.

"Duncan!" he gasped.

"So far you taste pretty good, too," Duncan grinned almost ferally up at him.

Kurt giggled nervously. Being on a deserted stretch of road in the Matthew's

Family Rolls Royce was nervous enough. Being in the back seat, no shirt, no inducer and

his pants undone was getting to extreme nervousness. Duncan being only in HIS undone

pants was beyond nervous. The windows were down to get the night air in, and Kurt kept

thinking a police officer, or worse yet, Logan, would come along and then Kurt would be

history.

"What, didn't you know?" Duncan gazed up at him, and licked his lips. "It's the

fuuuuullllll moooooon."

"So?" Kurt was proud his voice didn't squeak. He wasn't a coward, but Duncan's

whole attitude had changed, and became creepy. Didn't help that only the night before

he and Evan had watched some horror movies. 4 of them. In a row. In the middle of the

night....

"So? On the night of the full moon I become... well, you wouldn't want to see it,"

Duncan shook his head.

"That's not funny, Duncan. There's no such thing as were-wolves," Kurt said, his

accent thick. Where he came from, superstition was thick and colourful. Some people

put hexes over their doors to ward off the supernatural.

"How about fuzzy elves?" Duncan asked seriously. "If you can exist, why can't

I?"

"What bit you, then?" Kurt's voice was hushed and breathy.

"Wasn't bit. I inherited--" Duncan bit off what he was saying, and looked out the

car window. The moon, fat and yellowish, was beginning to show.

"D-Duncan?"

Duncan bowed his head and shivered. A moment later he reared up. "Bah!" He

yelled.

Kurt yelled out in shock. "Damn it, Duncan!" he swore. "You... you... Ah!

Duncan! What happened to your eyes!?"

Duncan blinked a couple of times, then turned away, muttering.

"Contacts, right?" Kurt half joked.

"Kurt, I think you should go home," Duncan said, voice husky.

"What?" Kurt sat up, becoming a bit worried.

"I want you to go home," Duncan repeated. "Do the little teleporting thing and

get out of here," Duncan told him, as he got out of the car.

"I can't! We're at least 20 miles out into the middle of nowhere!" Kurt protested,

getting very worried. And a bit scared, too...

"Then get into the car and lock the doors," Duncan growled. Literally.

Kurt watched, feeling like some 2nd rate actress in a b-movie, watching her

boyfriend turn into... something.

Duncan's legs started to shorten, his arms lengthening. His hands and feet began

to rapidly change, getting smaller, but somehow bigger. His head began to get bigger as

well, and then, almost like his skin turned inside out, fur exploded all over his body,

silvery yellow in the moonlight.

"Duncan?" Kurt said softly, tentatively.

A huge head looked toward him. Despite the colour the harvest on was throwing,

Kurt instinctively knew the fur was white -- and black.

"Oh my. Oh. Duncan... you- you're..." Kurt just couldn't speak properly.

Duncan roared loudly, and began to move toward Kurt, graceful and deadly.

"Duncan? You remember me? It's Kurt," Kurt murmured, trying to forget how

Duncan TOLD him to get into the car. Almost ORDERED him, as if he knew that he

wouldn't know Kurt.

The great cat started to sniff around him. Kurt stood his ground, thinking that

there was no reason to be afraid. It the animal looked as if he was about to bite, he could

teleport away, leaving him behind.

"Duncan, you have to remember me," Kurt was happy to note his voice was

steady. This was Duncan. The boy he had been seeing - albeit secretly - for a month

now. He had never gotten the nerve to tell anyone, though Duncan had told his parents.

In fact Kurt had only had dinner with the Matthews that night.

"Duncan, remember me. You have to come back. I don't want to drive a car that

a lifetime of allowances couldn't pay for if I even ding it. And how would I explain it to

your parents? Mr. and Mrs. Matthews, there was an incident on the side of the road

tonight. Your son has turned into a tiger. But I'm sure a good zoo or a circus would take

him. Hey! The two of us could perform together! The acrobatic blue elf and his

amazing pet tiger!" Kurt babbled.

The tiger cocked his head to the side and looked curiously at Kurt.

"Man, Duncan! You're a mutant!" Kurt suddenly realised. "I have to take you to

the Institute!" He slipped backwards toward the car, not wanting to startle the beautiful

animal into chasing him. "That's a laugh. I had you chasing me not too long ago and I let

myself get caught. Do you know, I think I talk a lot when I'm nervous," Kurt nodded,

pulling on his shirt.

He felt a snuffling at his elbow. The huge cat was sniffing him. "That tickles!"

Kurt laughed. "Come on, kitty... um, Ok, not kitty. Duncan, get into the car. We're

going to my place. Shall you drive or I?"