Hiding

Same disclaimers apply as before- Again many thanks to Magnus for helping me out, super Beta super guy. Also- if my horrific German offends you please know that I get all the german phraseom aom a website for translation, same with the bit of gaelic on this page. If you have better ideas, please let me know!




Kurt and Roisin finished the inventory on the shop for the rest of the day, Roisin getting up occasionally to chat with the customers who came to the shop door and saw the closed sign. Kurt spent a great deal of time trying to erase the mental picture of Roisin going at Logan with the strap on, but considering the damn things were hanging all over the walls it was kind of difficult. He shuddered, not wanting to know these intimate details of Logan’s life. Logan had certainly mentioned past conquests, but he was usually too much of a gentleman for any kind of detail. If these were the kind of details he usually left out, it certainly made sense that he wasn’t one to kiss and tell.

Kurt noticed that she knew most of the customers on a first name basis and realized this was technically what most people would call a ‘mom and pop’ kind of store. He thought it was kind of nice, even though most of the things she sold in there were utterly foreign to him and just imagining what people did with them was kind of awkward. Still, Roisin was a nice girl, there was no getting around that. A nice girl who used to dress up in spiked heels and corsets and whip people for money, but a nice girl nonetheless. She was talking animatedly with two men who were holding hands tightly and laughing at something that she had just said. They motioned over to where Kurt was and he knew they were asking her about him. Glancing up again quickly, he saw Roisin blush bright red as one of the men gave her a lascivious wink. He chuckled to himself and got back to work, trying to imagine what she was telling them about him. He hoped it was good things. Considering all of what had happened recently and the fact that today he had spanked a woman with a paddle and was now wearing a posture collar, Kurt had to admit to himself that he felt more content than he had in a very long time. It was funny what kinds of things could give peace, he thought. He should hanownnown that wouldn’t last.

He was wiping one of the countertops down with some windex when the thoughts of the past couple of weeks came barreling back into his mind. He tried to ignore them, tried to push them down deep. But seeing Jubilee on that cross, and Angelo- at least Jubilee’d woken up. He hated that he’d seen so many of his friends overover the years.


Roisin was saying good-bye to one of her customers and locking the front door up again when she felt a wave of despair and sorrow come over her, almost knocking her to the floor. Realizing immediately that these emotions were coming from Kurt, she rushed over to him, seeing him slumped against the counter, his head in his strange hands, the two fingers rubbing into his eyes and his thumbs rubbing his jaw. She reached behind him and unhooked the posture collar- there was a time and place for everything, after all, and wrapped her arms around him.

“Kurt- Kurt- listen, it’s me, it’s Roisin…come on, let’s go in the living room, you’ve done enough work for today… Let’s sit and talk…Kurt, please, “ he was shaking now and hardly breathing. “Kurt- Tóg d'anáil. Lig d'anáil amach. “ she whispered into his pointed ear, rubbing his back with her hands. He looked up, eyes wide, cocking his head to the side.

“What did you say?” he asked. She sighed, relieved that she’d been able to get him out of the mini-coma of misery for a moment- his feelings of despair and sorrow were still palpable, but they weren’t making her weak anymore. She could feel genuine curiosity creeping in along with the other feelings and she smiled a bit.

“I said breathe in, breathe out… it’s Gaelic, my grandfather taught me little bits before he died. I used to get panicky when I was small and I would stop breathing, you know like how kids will hold their breath till they turn blue and stuff? Not blue like you … I mean..anyway, he would say Tóg d'anáil. Lig d'anáil amach over and over. It just kind of stuck. I don’t really know much else. Let’s go in the living room, I’ll make us some tea. Why don’t you tell me your account of what went on…I mean, all those things I saw in your mind. I’d like to know if t tht them right even though I took them without asking.” Roisin looked downcast for a moment, but then forcibly brightened herself up, pulling Kurt up off the floor and through the hall into the living room. She sat him down on the couch and pulled a blanket over him, a soft wooly like one before going to maka. a. She handed him the remote to the tv and tossed an old movie in the VCR.

“Stay put. I’ll be right back.” She kissed him quickly on the cheek and then ran off into the kitchen, knocking over a bunch of plates within moments as the crash of breaking glass assured him.

“Eine katzenartige indeed…” he thought to himselftchitching the familiar old MGM names on the screen as the beginning of the Eagle with Rudolph Valentino began. He settled in to watch, knowing already this movie was one of his favorites- falling into the category of the well-placed young man who becomes an outcast and dons a mask to right wrongs. That’s how Kurt himself felt when he was younger, except instead of a well-placed young man, he’d been a blue furred devilish looking young man, he realized as he curled into the couch and listened to the sounds of Roisin rumbling around in the kitchen. He wondered what kind of homeowner’s insurance she had on the place considering the frequency with which she broke things.

‘Kurt- things at the mansion have settled down considerably, and Logan will be coming by to check up on you later this evening if he returns from his mission in time. I’m afraid there’s been another attack and we think it might be by the Church of Humanity. Three teenaged mutants outside of Wichita Falls were found strung up on crosses just as at the mansion here. Logan and the others are already on their way out there to see if it in fact the same group. If they are still this active after what happened with their leader, you’re still in great danger. I want you to remain there with Roisin. Do you feel safe there?” Xavier’s voice cut through the swelling music on the screen and Kurt sat upright.

“Yes, Charles. I cannot imagine that the church members would think to look for their escaped priest in a sex shop. Hopefully they won’t catch onto the irony and figure it out…I just don’t like the idea of putting Roisin in danger. She’s aware of the situation- in fact more aware than I’d have chosen for her to be- it seems that though she’s usually empathic, with me she was able to feel all my emotions and see the things that I had seen- she told me that usually she just feels emotions, without pictures or sounds.” Kurt mindlinked back with the professor, listening for the approach of Roisin with the tea.

“That is unusual, Kurt. But, not to overstate the obvious, your physiology is somewhat different than most others, mutants and non mutants alike. Perhaps there is just a slight variance in frequency that affected her gift and gave her a more vivid picture.can can tell that you didn’t give her permission to read you and yet you don’t seem to be angry.y isy is that?” the professor asked. He knew Kurt took matters of trust very seriously.

“Because she was right. I am too proud- I’d never have told her all of it. You’d think someone like me would be a little more in key with the seven deadly sins, but instead it seems lately I’m just trying them all out. She read me while I was asleep and though initially I was angry, at the same time it was a relief that someone really knew how I felt without me having to actually describe it. How are the children, Charles? Any change?”
Kurt had paused the VCR and was closing his eyes intently, while still listening for Roisin’s return.

“No. No change, Kurt. I’m sorry. Logan will stop by as soon as he can and fill you in on all the details. Be well, and don’t be too hard on yourself. She is a pretty little thing, isn’t she?” the Professor broke off as Roisin walked back into the room. Kurt chuckled to himself under his breath at the combination of the Professor’s words and the sight of Roisin precariously trying to balance a huge silver tea tray laden with cups and saucers and a tea pot and sandwiches.

Grinning, she announced in a fake Irish brogue “Tea’s on” – and immediately the entire tray took a header towards the floor. Instinctively Kurt was on his feet, the tray stopped from smashing into the floor by a matter of millimeters. Roisin blushed.

“Sorry. Thanks. Um…tea?” Roisin poured some tea for the two of them and sat next to him on the couch, covering both of them up with the blanket.


“Yes, thank you. I just spoke with Charles Xavier, he said that Logan should be stopping by sometime later tonight.” Kurt told her as she added immense amounts of sugar to her tea. She looked confused.


“You talked to him? How? Did you bring a cell phone with you?” she asked, continuing to pour ungodly amounts of sugar into her tea.

“Oh, Xavier is an incredibly powerful telepath. He can establish mind-links with most everyone so he can keep up with what the various teams are up to and if they need help. He’s also tried to help Logan recover some of his lost memories but that’s been kind of a bust so far.” Kurt nodded as he spoke while Roisin tried to feel out if he really was as calm as he now appeared or if he was just acting for her. She decided he was more relaxed but still understandably upset about what had happened recently. He pressed play on the VCR and they watched some of the movie in silence, Roisin resting her head on Kurt’s shoulder, enjoying the warmth and pleasant scent of the man next to her.

“I know you want to know more about what happened, that you want to know what’s behind some of the things that you saw.” Kurt said quietly, rousing Roisin from the near slumber she’d been slipping into. She felt that his tenseness had returned and with it a feeling of determination. If he felt comfortable enough to share the information with her, she certainly wasn’t going to ruin the moment by thinking about how she already wished she hadn’t seen much of it.

She leaned in towards Kurt more, rubbing his forearm with her hand. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been around a man that she just wanted to touch constantly, his arm, his back, his face. All of it. There’d been other men since Logan, of course, but those were usually fleeting romances, the longest one lasting six months or so. At the end of the day she preferred to be alone. Except now, she was already feeling the dread of what would happen when this whole mess with the Church of Humanity was finished and Kurt would return to his old life, leaving her with her own. She was glad he couldn’t read her feelings right now.


“What did you see, Roisin? Can you remember?” he asked her quietly, his eyes searching her face. She was again amazed how eyes with no discernable pupil could still seem to bore right into hers and she felt he was looking right through her.

She nodded, trying to force a smile, and leaned in against his chest so that he was resting his chin on top of her head.

“Um…I saw you as a little boy, praying and feeling hope. Damn you were a cutie. Not that you still aren't. Lots of times where you were clowning around with your friends, though sometimes it felt forced, like you wanted people to think nothing bothered you.” She said quietly and felt him nodding above her. “There was a woman- blonde hair, very pretty. Two names –Jimaine and Amanda? Even though it’s the same girl and there were also fleeting glimpses of a little girl that looked like her when you were in the circus-“

“You saw me in the circus?” Kurt whispered.

“Yeah. You were amazing. I don’t want to tell you what my warped little mind imagined after seeing the way you moved.” She laughed quietly and he did also, pulling her closer to him. “um…a birdlike woman whom you cared for, but not like the blonde. From her I felt love, love and devotion and pride. From birdgirl…resentment, contempt. Then there was another woman- she looks like she’s tattooed? Maybe? And she’s totally naked. Nice body, by the way. She’s on you like white on rice. You wanted her. But you hated yourself for it, and something called you away and you were so grateful. There’s like, a Logan reel, and God what was he thinking with some of the outfits he’s worn over the years? You too…spandex? Not a good thing…anyway…lots of, “missions” I guess you’d call them with all kinds of…people? Mutants? Aliens? Boy I’m glad I live a pretty sheltered life…but not you…you like it, it makes you feel good, to help people, it’s almost like atoning for some sin to you- like you owe it to the world because of how you look?” She stopped and sat up, looking into his face.

“Do you really feel like that? I mean, I know you do, I felt it, but- that you owe something because of your appearance? How terribly sad. And, totally unnecessary. I think you’re insanely handsome- your bones, the contours of your face- all of it- it’s perfect.” She whispered, reaching her hand out to caress his cheek. He closed his eyes and murmured something softly, and then pulled her close to him, enveloping her body with his and kissing her.

Moments later they were on the floor next to the couch, the blanket thrown over them as Kurt kissed her with a ferocity she’d only hoped for. Their hands searched each others bodies, and she rubbed his back, reveling in the feel of the fur against her hands, their tails entwining, their hips grinding against each other. She was kissing his neck and he was fumbing with the strings on her corset and cursing under his breath as she pushed his pants down over his legs, getting entangled in the blankets. A moment later, she was on her back, and he was over her, kissing her, holding her face in his hands, pulling her jeans and panties off and following them down, raining kisses on her as he went down. His teeth nipped at her breast and she growled softly, arching her back into him and holding his head down so that he nipped at her with a little more force. One hand was caressing her other breast, the strange two fingers and thumb making little circles and pinching her nipple while the other hand had slipped down between her legs- gently teasing apart her lips as she gasped and shuddered at the sensations she was feeling combined with the glee of feeling only desire and lust from him- no guilt, as of yet. She arched up into him, straining against him to try and increase the contact, feeling that she was just moments away from release, when they both heard banging on the metal grate outside the shop. "You've got to be fucking kidding me, Logan..." she thought, instinctively knowing it was her ex banging on the door.

“ELF! YOU IN THERE? ROISIN?” Logan’s voice barreled through the quiet and Kurt and Roisin looked at each other, rolling their eyes and sighing.

Keineswegs ! Kurt thought quickly as they both sat up quickly and started pulling on their clothing. Roisin tried to feel what Kurt was feeling now but only picked up irritation and frustration- so far the guilt and shame she’d been expecting the whole time they were on the floor together had yet to surface. She only hoped it wouldn’t emerge later and be worse for having been repressed. Kurt was working on relacing her corset as they walked through the front of the shop. He finished and then disappeared with a puff of purple smoke and the stench of sulfur and brimstone, reappearing a moment later with Logan inside the shop.

He didn’t look happy. In his hand he held what looked to be a bloodied and torn priest’s collar.


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