Family Ties

FAMILY TIES (NC-17)
CHAPTER ONE

Disclaimers: I own nothing. Marvel owns all of the X Men characters and other people own the other stuff in here that you recognize. As before, this story contains sexual situations, naughty words, and possible substance abuse. If any of this bothers you, bugger off please. And I have to share the best piece of advice I’ve heard in a long time… “If life gives you Frosties, eat them.” (Foxfeather is a very wise woman, she is…)

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, mille grazie for betaing all this! And just where does one get flea collars for werewolves anyway? InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are loverly and wonderful for archiving. J ProPhile (smutmuse in charge), Jubilee (a lovely little smutbunny J ) and Tex (don’t give me that look…yes, you did) all gave me ideas for this fic, so the ducks are doing a happy dance for them. J


“Is this all it does?”

“Yep…pretty much…”

“No tricks or anything?”

“Not a one…”

“Kinda disappointing.”

“Eh. At least it doesn’t have tentacles or something.”

Kitty paused outside the door to the study and cocked her head to one side. The odd conversation within seemed to be one of deep interest to the participants, judging by the hushed tones and serious demeanor of their words. “Ew, it stinks!” one of them finally cried, breaking the reverent air. She sighed and stuck her head through the door, then her whole body phased through as soon as she saw what was going on. Bobby held the baby at arm’s length, his nose wrinkled and face a mask of mild repulsion, St John next to him, looking equally horrified. “Kitty, this kid is smelly!”

She sighed and crossed to the pair, taking Lucas from his babysitter’s reluctant grasp. “He’s a baby. He doesn’t have much else to do other than eat, sleep and poop. Ugh…how long has he needed a fresh diaper?” Lucas was starting to make fussy noises, his little fists beating the air as his face turned a shade of crimson that Jubilee had taken to calling Red Alert, as it presaged a shrieking outburst. “Uh oh…go get his bottle and the diaper bag from the kitchen, quick!” Kitty cringed as the first wail split the air and the two teenaged boys disappeared with lightening speed. “Oh, hush, Lucas,” she fretted, jostling him on her hip as she paced, “If you stop crying, I’ll let you chew on my finger again…would you like that?” she offered, wiggling her index finger in front of his face like a treat. The baby only wailed louder. “Okay, okay…let’s see…. Where are those two with the bag? It’s less than a hundred feet….” She paced faster. “Want to go for a walk? Want to see who’s in the kitchen? Maybe mommy came back early with her…friend?” The word “mommy” seemed to sink in. Lucas’s wailing toned down some but still continued as Kitty carefully opened the door, unwilling to try phasing with a baby in her arms, just in case… “We’ll get you a fresh diaper and some dinner. How does that sound?” she asked without a trace of baby talk as she hastened towards the kitchen. Bobby and St John were standing in front of the fridge, looking slightly befuddled. “What’s taking you two so long?” she said pleasantly so as not to upset the now-hiccoughing Lucas, but with an edge of ire in her voice.

“Where’s his milk?” Bobby asked, pointing at the empty spot on the shelf where a plastic container of Tabby’s breast milk had stood not two hours before.

“Didn’t you put it in there?” Kitty asked, frowning, as she handed the baby off to Kurt who had just ported in from checking the mail. “It’s not still sitting in the diaper bag, is it?” she asked, rifling through the canvas tote.

“What’s going on?” Kurt asked as the baby cooed over the return of his favorite chew toy. “Ow! Das ist mein Ohr [1]!”

“I think he likes pointy things,” St John offered helpfully. “I’d watch the tail if I were you…”

“We can’t find the breast milk,” Kitty said, sounding exasperated. “I could’ve sworn I left it in the fridge when Tabby and Wanda dropped him off earlier… He needs his diaper changed and dinner.”

“Let go, Lucas!” Kurt said gently, prying grasping fingers from his hair. “I’ll change him if you want to mix some formula. Tabby left some just in case. It’s in the cabinet with the malt [2] mix.”

“Take Pinky and the Brain [3] here with you. It’s high time they learned how to change a diaper,” Kitty ordered, jerking her thumb in the direction of the suddenly startled mutants behind her.

“I’m the Brain!” Bobby said immediately.

“Are not!” St John protested, following ickeickering Kurt and baby from the room.

“If I were breast milk,” Kitty murmured, ignoring them, “where would I be? Other than the obvious…” She stuck her head into the open fridge again and began shoving things around, trying to see if it had maybe hidden behind an ancient jar of cornichons or maybe the ketchup of dubious usefulness.

“Hey, Kitty Cat…looking for something?” Lance asked, panting slightly with exertion.

She stood straight and glared at him. “I told you what I’d do if you called me that again…”

“Go on and do it,” Evan suggested, coming into the kitchen behind Lance, followed by Todd and Jamie. “It’s not like he’s using it anyway now that Amara’s gone weird on him.”

“Shut up, jerk off!” Lance snarled, going from a good mood to murderous in a split second.

“Shut up!” Kitty yelled before the fight could actually get underway. “Have any of you guys seen two plastic jar thingies of milk or a blue can of powdered stuff in here?”

Todd nodded, red in the face from the recent jog around the grounds, courtesy of Logan in retribution for three nights of loud music in a row. “Yeah…Evan made shakes with it earlier…”

“It tasted weird, though,” Evan said. “I think it was bad.”

“Evan, you idiot! That was breast milk [4]!” Kitty slapped him upside the head.

“It was what?” Jamie cried, horrified.

“I’m gonna be sick, yo,” Todd groaned, dashing towards the bathroom.

“Me first!” Lance was right after him. Evan looked horrified as he staggered in their wake.

“Well? What about you?” Kitty asked Jamie, irritated.

He grinned smugly. “I didn’t drink any. I just think it’s funny that they did…”


Kurt found Kitty an hour later, the baby still clinging to his ear like a drowning man would a life preserver. “Katzchen, do you know how to get this kid to let go?”
“Feed him.” She waved a bottle of fresh formula over her head like a conquering hero. “I had to get Scott to run me into town for it. He doesn’t trust me with his car still.”
“I don’t blame him,” Kurt said under his breath, taking the bottle from Kitty with his tail.
“I heard that…” She was only pouting a little, much less than she had been for the past few weeks since her driving privileges were finally revoked after her series of negligent acts. It was still quite a favorite topic with the younger mutants, Kitty’s run from the border patrol and her stealing of Magneto’s car. The only people who did not find it highly amusing that sweet, innocent Kitty could break such laws were the people directly involved. And possibly Jono, but no one could ever quite tell with him. “It wasn’t like I did any of that on purpose or anything…” Kurt arched a brow at her and she sighed. “Okay, it was all on purpose but not, like, for fun or something.”
“Poor Katzchen,” he said, handing her the mostly empty bottle and patting Lucas on the back. “She’s stuck at home with her fuzzy blue elf all summer…”
“Stuck at home helping finish the new wing all summer,” she said grouchily. “I have sweeping detail.”
“Don’t feel too bad,” Kurt sighed. “I have to help Logan hit things with a hammer.”
“What things?”
“I was afraid to ask.” Lucas burped loudly and wetly, making Kurt wince. “I forgot the cloth…” Indeed, a wet splatter of spit up decorated his shirt and upper arm. “Ick.”
Kitty wrinkled her nose and took the baby. “Wanda and Tabby are gonna be here in a minute anyway. You go get cleaned up and I’ll take Lucas to Storm so she can hand him off…”
Kurt grinned. “Want to meet me in the shower?”
Kitty looked mock-offended. “Not in front of the baby!” she said, covering one of Lucas’s ears with her hand and pressing the other to her chest. “Ow! I’m not dinner!”

Kurt thought he was going to drown in the shower by the time Kitty arrived. She phased directly into the cubicle, looking vaguely concerned. She accepted his sudden, soggy embrace and kissed him back, though distractedly. “What is it, Liebes?” he asked as he nibbled along her neck to her shoulder. “You look worried…”
“You left the mail in the study. I got a letter from Chicago.” She sighed and leaned against him, her fingers twining in his wet hair as she rubbed against him, her breasts pressing against his chest in a very distracting manner.
“Chicago?” he asked, tilting his head back as her teeth sank just barely into the flesh of his throat. “Is it bad?”
“No…that’s the weird part.” She stood on her toes and kissed him, and for the time be the they lost the thread of the conversation. Kitty let him push her against the wall of the shower, the tile cold and hard and wet against her back as Kurt’s hands roamed from her shoulders to her waist and then back up to her breasts then slid along her back to her bottom, squeezing and kneading the flesh there until she pressed against him again. He murmured something she could not make out against her temple and she felt one of his fingers against her entrance; she arched slightly and felt warmth spread through her as he entered her this way, his fingers stroking and manipulating as she moved against his ministrations, her own hands seeking and finding areas that made him shudder and moan softly as the hot water turned cool then cold.
Kurt felt her contract around his touch as her release spread through her body, making her stiffen then grow languid, still moving against him and kissing him everywhere she could reach. He protested mildly as she pushed his hand away but soon lost most capacity for speech as she dropped to her knees and flashed a quick smile up at him. It was his turn to lean against the wall as she took him into her mouth, her teeth and tongue raising gooseflesh all over his body as she slowly, excruciatingly, teased him and drew his responses from him with the growing ease of much practice. He tried his best not to press into her, not to cause her discomfort, but it was more difficult than he could manage and he was not surprised when she pulled away a little and frowned at him. “Sorry,” he panted, looking sheepish.
“It’s okay,” she allowed and returned to her ministrations, taking him in deeply and making his eyes roll back as she laved and nipped and drew on him, her fingers and nails just as busy as her mouth. She felt Kurt’s release start the moment before she tasted it, his strangled, incoherent cry, almost quiet enough to pass notice should anyone be listening in, filling she shower with an echo as she swallowed and leaned back to look up at him. “See? No worries.” She let him help her up and, as he shut off the water, she phased out of the shower and went into the bedroom to get dressed.
“So what was so weird about it?” he asked, emerging from the small bathroom after a moment, a towel loosely around his waist.
“Huh?” She blinked in confusion for a moment. “Oh! The letter! My cousin Esther is getting married…”
“And?” he asked leadingly, sensing there was more.
Kitty shook her head, her wet hair sending droplets cascading down her bare arms. “I was invited to the wedding. In fact, I’m supposed to be in the wedding.”
“Was?”
“I know… I guess she doesn’t know. She’s actually my second cousin and a bit older than me, but we always got along well. She’s been living in California for the past few years so she probably doesn’t really know about…things…”
“Are you going to answer her then?” Kurt asked, giving his fur another going-over with the towel. “If you’re supposed to be in the wedding, it’d be a good idea if she knew, don’t you think?”
“I don’t know,” Kitty sighed, pulling on her shirt. “I guess I need to find out who else in my family is going and then decide if being there would cause a problem or not…or how big of a problem, rather…”
Kurt, Kitty…my study. Now. The Professor’s psychic voice was angry and booming, reverberating in their skulls like a foghorn.
They exchanged a sick look. “He knows,” Kitty said, pulling on her jeans hastily.
“Ja, and it looks like we’re screwed, too…”


[1] That’s my ear!
[2] You know…that powder stuff you put with milk and sometimes ice cream to make malts…
[3] “They’re Pinky and the Brain, Pinky and the Brain. One is a genius, the other’s insane. They’re laboratory mice who’s genes have been spliced…” Um, you get the idea. Love that cartoon…
[4] Some guys at a bachelor party made pina coladas with breast milk on accident on some tv show once. I think it was “A Different World.”