Seven Deadly Sins
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Seven Deadly Sins
1. LUST
The only light came in through a high window, the pale, sick yellow of the old streetlight out on the corner, filtered through swirled glass and a film of grey dust, throwing a moon colored square on the concrete. There was a smell, in basements, a damp, smothering odor, though accented by the reek of crates of old, moldering books. Kurt was slammed into the wall below that single pale window, heels against a cardboard box of children’s books and badly off balance for it. His eyes glowed faintly yellow in the dark, and Todd pressed him too hard, holding him in place with fistfuls of his uniform.
Todd showed nothing, in the dark, though the pale light showed faintly on the crown of his hair. Kurt couldn’t see his face. His heart beat harder, fingers gripping at the concrete wall behind him. Todd’s dark head ducked, towards his throat, and he heard a sharp inhale. Kurt swallowed and braced his palms behind him. Todd smelled vaguely of the stagnant ponds where maggots grew as he felt Todd’s lips brush the fur on his throat.
Kurt was breathing too fast, and too shallow. Todd could hear it. His palms smoothed out, dragging his fingers sharply down the V of Kurt’s uniform, ribs padded by fabric and fur but still there, faintly. Kurt swallowed by his ear and Todd turned his face, pulling back enough to see him, nose to nose, those yellow eyes too bright in the dark. Kurt tilted his head back a little, mouth opening to show those white little fangs and breath puffing over Todd’s chin. Todd hesitated, hands on Kurt’s hips, but a challenge was a challenge; he kissed him, hard and clumsy, biting his lip, and Kurt let out a low sound that was too close to a whimper.
They’d been fighting. Viciously. There was blood crusting Todd’s nose to prove it. And somewhere after strangling Todd against the wall of the alley Todd had felt Kurt’s erection against his hip, and suddenly the upper hand was his.
Ten after midnight. The library basement. Deserted, silent, dark.
Todd bit at Kurt’s jaw, nipping down his throat, and Kurt threw his head back, letting him. Fingernails dug into Todd’s back and Todd reached the collar of the uniform, tugging it and momentarily unsure how to proceed. He let his hands wander instead, scraping fingertips down Kurt’s flanks, up his thighs, down the line of his belly and skipping the metal of his belt, grabbing him unashamedly between the legs and making Kurt gasp and swallow noises.
Todd caught him by the front of the uniform and pulled, dragging Kurt away from the wall and making him stand, stupefied, in the middle of the room. Kurt just looked at him, and reached out, trailing a hand down Todd’s chest. Todd gripped Kurt’s belt and tugged it pointedly. He had no idea how to get Kurt out of this getup. Kurt blinked at him, then down at his hand.
“No thinking, Fuzzy. Out of it.”
Kurt looked at Todd’s own belt, then unfastened and dropped the heavy XMen belt to the ground, peeling himself out of his uniform like a snake skin. Todd looked at him a moment. Without the benefit of clothes, Kurt looked less human. And he apparently knew it. Todd pushed him up against a table, knocking him back against the cardboard crates of books it held, and Kurt fell back onto it, tail lashing dangerously as cardboard crumpled under his shoulders. Todd stepped in between his legs and Kurt growled warningly at the treatment, reaching up and yanking at Todd’s shirt, unwilling to be the only one undressed. Kurt ripped the shirt up over Todd’s head and Todd put his arms up to accommodate, unprepared to fight this right now. His belt buckle went next, and his jeans, and he pushed Kurt down, kissing him as viciously as they fought.
Kurt’s fang pierced the corner of Todd’s lip and Todd recoiled, cursing, tasting blood. Kurt grinned, and as that tail wrapped around Todd’s leg he realized there was something off, something he was missing. Kurt pulled him down again and kissed him, blood and all, fingers raking down his chest and sliding between his legs. Todd swallowed a yelp as Kurt’s hand wrapped around him, feeling him out slowly. Todd stammered a curse and dropped his forehead.
“What are you gonna do?” Kurt asked lowly, still touching him, torturously slow.
Todd hadn’t planned that far. And Kurt’s sudden cooperation was changing things. He kissed him again, lip stinging, touching the bone of his hip and pushing Kurt uncomfortably down against the table and the cardboard boxes. Kurt let go of him, and began a careful exploration of his face, his throat, and his chest.
Todd ghosted a hand over Kurt’s cock and past it, going to his ass and Kurt paused, breaking the kiss. Todd looked at him. After a moment Kurt nodded, then dropped his head back to stare at the black ceiling as Todd stuck his fingers in his mouth and coated them with spit and slime, bringing his hand back to Kurt’s ass and probing at him. Kurt’s eyes rolled back to Todd and he snagged a hand around the back of his neck, dragging him back down to kiss him as Todd invaded him methodically with his fingers, making him squirm. Kurt had tried very hard not to think about what that would feel like, lately. He’d tried very hard not to think about a lot of things.
At some point Todd seemed to deem him ready, and suddenly stepped away, making Kurt protest. Instead Todd grabbed Kurt by the shoulder and flipped him onto his belly, bent over the table. Kurt squawked and tried to stand up, but Todd pressed him back down, muttering something and reaching around for his cock. Then Kurt couldn’t think of anything, as Todd pushed into him, slowly, and it ached, a dull stretch of muscle that made Kurt pant and brace his elbows under his ribs, dropping his forehead down against the crushed cardboard and the musty load of books.
Slowly Todd moved, keeping his hand around him, stroking in a rhythm that didn’t quite match, and Kurt whimpered, jerking his hips to try to even it out as Todd’s cock found something inside him he didn’t know was there, something that made his back arch and his fingernails dig into the tabletop. Todd moved slowly, too slowly, and after a moment Kurt spat at him to go faster.
Todd hesitated, and moved faster.
There was a moment, as Kurt felt his orgasm building inside him like an unerupted volcano, that he panicked. Todd didn’t notice, or if he noticed, didn’t stop. Kurt came in Todd’s hand, spattering the concrete floor of the basement, and not long after, Todd followed.
Kurt felt Todd’s breath against the fur of his back. He humped up to push Todd off of him, and Todd obediently stumbled back, giving Kurt room to straighten up. They stared at each other in the dark room. Todd looked away first.
They went about gathering their clothes, wordlessly, Todd struggling into his jeans with his butt against the table. Kurt, stepping into his uniform with more difficulty than he’d stepped out of it, watched him for a moment. Then he moved towards him, and kissed him lightly on the lips. Todd just blinked at him, stupid.
“Next time.” Kurt warned vaguely.
He disappeared.
The only light came in through a high window, the pale, sick yellow of the old streetlight out on the corner, filtered through swirled glass and a film of grey dust, throwing a moon colored square on the concrete. There was a smell, in basements, a damp, smothering odor, though accented by the reek of crates of old, moldering books. Kurt was slammed into the wall below that single pale window, heels against a cardboard box of children’s books and badly off balance for it. His eyes glowed faintly yellow in the dark, and Todd pressed him too hard, holding him in place with fistfuls of his uniform.
Todd showed nothing, in the dark, though the pale light showed faintly on the crown of his hair. Kurt couldn’t see his face. His heart beat harder, fingers gripping at the concrete wall behind him. Todd’s dark head ducked, towards his throat, and he heard a sharp inhale. Kurt swallowed and braced his palms behind him. Todd smelled vaguely of the stagnant ponds where maggots grew as he felt Todd’s lips brush the fur on his throat.
Kurt was breathing too fast, and too shallow. Todd could hear it. His palms smoothed out, dragging his fingers sharply down the V of Kurt’s uniform, ribs padded by fabric and fur but still there, faintly. Kurt swallowed by his ear and Todd turned his face, pulling back enough to see him, nose to nose, those yellow eyes too bright in the dark. Kurt tilted his head back a little, mouth opening to show those white little fangs and breath puffing over Todd’s chin. Todd hesitated, hands on Kurt’s hips, but a challenge was a challenge; he kissed him, hard and clumsy, biting his lip, and Kurt let out a low sound that was too close to a whimper.
They’d been fighting. Viciously. There was blood crusting Todd’s nose to prove it. And somewhere after strangling Todd against the wall of the alley Todd had felt Kurt’s erection against his hip, and suddenly the upper hand was his.
Ten after midnight. The library basement. Deserted, silent, dark.
Todd bit at Kurt’s jaw, nipping down his throat, and Kurt threw his head back, letting him. Fingernails dug into Todd’s back and Todd reached the collar of the uniform, tugging it and momentarily unsure how to proceed. He let his hands wander instead, scraping fingertips down Kurt’s flanks, up his thighs, down the line of his belly and skipping the metal of his belt, grabbing him unashamedly between the legs and making Kurt gasp and swallow noises.
Todd caught him by the front of the uniform and pulled, dragging Kurt away from the wall and making him stand, stupefied, in the middle of the room. Kurt just looked at him, and reached out, trailing a hand down Todd’s chest. Todd gripped Kurt’s belt and tugged it pointedly. He had no idea how to get Kurt out of this getup. Kurt blinked at him, then down at his hand.
“No thinking, Fuzzy. Out of it.”
Kurt looked at Todd’s own belt, then unfastened and dropped the heavy XMen belt to the ground, peeling himself out of his uniform like a snake skin. Todd looked at him a moment. Without the benefit of clothes, Kurt looked less human. And he apparently knew it. Todd pushed him up against a table, knocking him back against the cardboard crates of books it held, and Kurt fell back onto it, tail lashing dangerously as cardboard crumpled under his shoulders. Todd stepped in between his legs and Kurt growled warningly at the treatment, reaching up and yanking at Todd’s shirt, unwilling to be the only one undressed. Kurt ripped the shirt up over Todd’s head and Todd put his arms up to accommodate, unprepared to fight this right now. His belt buckle went next, and his jeans, and he pushed Kurt down, kissing him as viciously as they fought.
Kurt’s fang pierced the corner of Todd’s lip and Todd recoiled, cursing, tasting blood. Kurt grinned, and as that tail wrapped around Todd’s leg he realized there was something off, something he was missing. Kurt pulled him down again and kissed him, blood and all, fingers raking down his chest and sliding between his legs. Todd swallowed a yelp as Kurt’s hand wrapped around him, feeling him out slowly. Todd stammered a curse and dropped his forehead.
“What are you gonna do?” Kurt asked lowly, still touching him, torturously slow.
Todd hadn’t planned that far. And Kurt’s sudden cooperation was changing things. He kissed him again, lip stinging, touching the bone of his hip and pushing Kurt uncomfortably down against the table and the cardboard boxes. Kurt let go of him, and began a careful exploration of his face, his throat, and his chest.
Todd ghosted a hand over Kurt’s cock and past it, going to his ass and Kurt paused, breaking the kiss. Todd looked at him. After a moment Kurt nodded, then dropped his head back to stare at the black ceiling as Todd stuck his fingers in his mouth and coated them with spit and slime, bringing his hand back to Kurt’s ass and probing at him. Kurt’s eyes rolled back to Todd and he snagged a hand around the back of his neck, dragging him back down to kiss him as Todd invaded him methodically with his fingers, making him squirm. Kurt had tried very hard not to think about what that would feel like, lately. He’d tried very hard not to think about a lot of things.
At some point Todd seemed to deem him ready, and suddenly stepped away, making Kurt protest. Instead Todd grabbed Kurt by the shoulder and flipped him onto his belly, bent over the table. Kurt squawked and tried to stand up, but Todd pressed him back down, muttering something and reaching around for his cock. Then Kurt couldn’t think of anything, as Todd pushed into him, slowly, and it ached, a dull stretch of muscle that made Kurt pant and brace his elbows under his ribs, dropping his forehead down against the crushed cardboard and the musty load of books.
Slowly Todd moved, keeping his hand around him, stroking in a rhythm that didn’t quite match, and Kurt whimpered, jerking his hips to try to even it out as Todd’s cock found something inside him he didn’t know was there, something that made his back arch and his fingernails dig into the tabletop. Todd moved slowly, too slowly, and after a moment Kurt spat at him to go faster.
Todd hesitated, and moved faster.
There was a moment, as Kurt felt his orgasm building inside him like an unerupted volcano, that he panicked. Todd didn’t notice, or if he noticed, didn’t stop. Kurt came in Todd’s hand, spattering the concrete floor of the basement, and not long after, Todd followed.
Kurt felt Todd’s breath against the fur of his back. He humped up to push Todd off of him, and Todd obediently stumbled back, giving Kurt room to straighten up. They stared at each other in the dark room. Todd looked away first.
They went about gathering their clothes, wordlessly, Todd struggling into his jeans with his butt against the table. Kurt, stepping into his uniform with more difficulty than he’d stepped out of it, watched him for a moment. Then he moved towards him, and kissed him lightly on the lips. Todd just blinked at him, stupid.
“Next time.” Kurt warned vaguely.
He disappeared.