Constant Craving

CONSTANT CRAVIN CHAPTER TEN (NC-17)
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A/N :( Foxy, heal!!!!!! Drink warm things, get Ted kissies...He says he'll rub Vicks on your chest if you aren't better tomorrow...He might enjoy that! Heal!!!!! InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink get extra butterscotch on their sundaes for archiving. Where they put the extra whipped cream is up to them! Vampyre, let 2-D breathe! Readers/Reviewers: The ducks! They're armed! Ye gods! They have day old baguettes and wheels of brie! Take cover!!!! They're kick-marching to Somewhere over the Rainbow! Save yourselves! It's me they want! Run, you fools! Run!


Kitty arched her back and let the vertebrae pop loudly in her dark room. Jean had left over an hour and a half ago to go to sleep but Kitty was too wrought up to follow suite. _Okay. I'm not a sex addict. It's just, like, when you know you can have it, but don't, you really really really want it...Bad! And Kurt...hell, sex is just secondary to him being there...I don't care if we don't have sex...I just really want to be near him. I wonder if there's a way... No. If I go to him now, I'll just ravish him. Not that he'd mind... _ Kitty rolled over onto her back and sighed, staring at the barely-visible ceiling of her room. _I just feel awful doing this to him...I promised him and all...but just because we're sleeping together doesn't mean he deserves sex. I just don't feel like it. Sure...that's it. That's why even my nightgown is unbearable against my skin. _ Even as she thought this, Kitty felt her hands inch the hem of her nightgown up to the top of her thighs. _Stop that this second, Kitty Pryde! Be good! Kurt thinks I'm good...STOP IT! _ Kitty growled to herself and rolled onto her stomach, pressing her face into the pillow in an effort to block out images of just what she and Kurt could be doing at just that moment. _We could be alone...no one would bother us. All alone...I bet he would want to take a walk since the sky is clear tonight. And it's nice and cool out. I know how much he likes the cool weather because of his fur. _ Kitty sighed again and forced herself to her feet. _Stop thinking about it. Get some warm milk...something...Just stop dwelling on it! _ Because it was so late, Kitty did not put her robe on but merely slipped on her bunny slippers and phased out of her door, padding silently down the hall and down the stairs. She did not hear the soft patter of footsteps behind her as she crossed the foyer and into the rec room. Nor did she see her shadow merge with another as she turned on the kitchen light. _Milk...milk...who's got the milk? Soy milk just isn't the same...Storm won't mind if I use her organic non fat stuff...she likes me. She won't kill me. _ Kitty poured a small amount of milk into a sauce pan and turned on the gas flame beneath it, shaking the pan gently to make sure the milk did not curdle. The sloshing of the milk was hypnotic and soon Kitty was biting her lip as her mind wandered again, the heat rising from the pan adding to her daydream-state.
_I bet Kurt is asleep by now. He's so cute when he's asleep. So peaceful. I love the way he nuzzles my neck and bites my skin when he's trying to get comfortable. I even love how his tail twists around my leg after he's asleep. _ Kitty slowly pouthe the milk into a mug but did not sit down, staring instead at the backsplash to the sink as her mind wound further down a sensuous path. _Tail...tails are good. I really think I'm ruined otheother men. Which is good because I know I'll never be with another one. Lovely things, tails. It's nice to have a boyfriend who can, um, keep going even after he's climaxed. Tails are useful surrogates that way. _ A familiar tingle began between her thighs and she mentally chastised herself for letting her body feel that way. Her watcher moved closer, still unnoticed. _It's not like going against the plan if I...alone...whatever... _ Ealonalone in the kitchen as she thought she was, Kitty felt horribly embarrassed eve even thinking of self gratification. She was modest to a fault at times and self-love fell into that category of things that "good girls' just never did. Unlike sleeping with blue, tailed mutants. _No one's even moving around...I mean, it's not like I'm gonna get busted if I go to my room and do it, right? But what if I did it here? _ Kitty blushed even as she had the thought. _I could never eat in here again! _The urge to sink deeper into sexual thoughts was compelling, though, and Kitty found herself propelled into the rec room, brushing against what she thought may have been a cobweb but it was gone far too quickly for it to truly register. The couch was cloaked in darkness and she let herself sink into the cushions. Her mind was a blur, partially from what she was about to do and partially from random images of things she and Kurt had done and things she could easily imagine doing with him on a regular basis if he ever felt experimental. Biting her lip, Kitty felt the warmth spread down her thighs and across her lower belly, her hands creeping the edge of her nightgown upwards until cool air brushed her most intimate place, making her gasp and jump. _Kurt in the shower...Kurt in bed...Kurt in me... _ Kitty forgot her embarrassment as her fingers found her center and drew through the moisture there. "Kurt," she whispered to the dark room. The shadow twitched but made no noise, rapt in the activity.
Kitty knew what would bring her release quickly-she was shy but she hadactiacticed" as she called it, quite a few times. She deftly felt for the bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex and began rubbing nearly frantically as her mind whirled through myriad images of her lover and their activities. Soon she was whispering Kurt's name over and over, a litany of desire that was barely slaked by her own attentions. Kitty tossed her head from side to side, feeling the tight pressure build and suddenly our from her in an explosion of stars as her fingers accomplished their task, making her feel weightless. She unbowed her back and lay in a shivering heap on the sofa, her nightgown around her waist, her fingers still stroking her center almost unconsciously. _I think I feel a little guilty...like that was for Kurt only and I stole it by doing this myself... Oh! Milk! _ Kitty righted herself as best she could and went into the kitchen after her milk. Kurt, in the meanwhile, detached himself shakily from the wall and promptly swooned.

"Jean..."
'Snix?" Jean rolled onto her stomach and pulled a pillow over her head, trying to block out the sound interrupting her dreams.
"Jean! I need to talk to you!" Scott shook her lightly and was rewarded with a sharp mental jab to the stomach. "Ow!"
"Need rest...go 'way. No sex..." Jean murmured as she tried to get comfortable again, finally finding a warm spot and cowering down happily.
"What's going on with you and Kitty?" Scott would not take "no" for an answer.
Jean cracked one eye open. "Scott, I love you. Really I do. But if you don't leave this room right now, I will kick your ass."
"Jean, this is important!" Scott sank to the edge of her bed and braced himself for another attack but received none, to his relief.
"Is the mansion on fire?"
"No."
"Are you on fire?"
"No..."
"Am I on fire?"
"No..."
"Then it's not important. Talk to meorroorrow." Jean burrowed deeper into her bed and tried valiantly to ignore Scott, but short of mentally moving him out the door, there was no getting rid of him. "Fine. What?"
"You and Kitty...are you messing around?" He heard his voice shake and squeak briefly, but forced himself onward as Jean struggled to sit up. "I mean, I overheard you two talking earlier and it sounded like..."
"Stop right there, Scott." Jean held up a hand. "Eavesdropping? I expected more of you..."
"I wasn't eavesdropping!" It took Scott a brief moment to realize Jean was not accusing him but merely messing with him. "Ha."
Jean blinked blearily, stalling for time. _Shit. What did he hear? What does he know? Shit damn fuck. _ "Scott...what you heard...it isn't what you think...I think..." She resisted the temptation to scan him, hoping instead to preserve what little trust might have been left.
"Jean, I have to know...do you still love me?" He sounded so desperate that her heart nearly shattered.
"Of course, love," she pressed her hand to his face only to have him eagerly turn to her palm and press a fevered kiss there. "Scott!"
"I'm sorry..." He kissed her wrist, then her inner arm, then the crook of her elbow, trailing his way to her shoulder.
_Must...resist...urge...to...copulate...like...rabbits... _ "Scott, stop...please...please..." Jean was shaky and feeling all all over.
Scott peered at her from the area of her upper arm. "Why?"
"I'm tired," she lied, feeling very wide awake. "I need some sleep."
"Jean, honey, I love you so much and it hurts that you're ignoring me."
"It hurts that you don't understand why I'm ignoring you." Jean gently disentangled herself. "Scott, I don't know what you heard earlibut but this is something that we girls need to do. You'll understand eventually. Now, go to bed. We'll talk in the morning."
"Jean..."
"Please, Scott." Jean gave him a gentle mental nudge. "Good night."
"Night," he sighed, feeling utterly alone. He walked slowly to her door, hoping she would call him back to her. He even paused as he exited but she remained silent. "Night," he muttered again, pulling the door to. _Shit. That did not go well. _

Remy, and and Lance stumbled into the mansion like old friends, their recent bonding making them feel as if they had known each other on good terms forever. "Shhhhh!' Todd held one finger to his lips. "They might hear us, yo..."
"Well, if you'd quit yelling!" Lance rubbed his ears. "Oh...that's nice."
"Ears pop?" Remy was silently locking the door. They had found a club that did not check ID's and had a great band playing so they spent several hours there after leaving the burger place. Todd had discovered the joys and pitfalls of dollar beer night as well as how many shots were too many for him, as evidenced by the drying stain on his shoes and pants and the faint reek of vomit.
"Yeah...damn but they were loud!" Lance popped his jaw next and shook his head. "You okay there, man?"
Todd nodded shakily. "I think so. The floor's all ripply."
"Nah, homme...dat jus' be yo' eyes..." Remy chuckled faintly and offered his shoulder for the shorter boy to lean on. "C'mon...we get you to bed, eh?"
Lance sneered. "You puke in our room, I'm kickin' your ass."
"I think," Todd muttered weakly, "I'm all puked out." He felt his legs go out from under him as Lance and Remy each took an arm, carrying him up the stairs. "Wow....I feel like I'm flying."
"You come down plenty hard in de mornin' eh?" Remy let Lance lead the way, opening the door to the shared room. Todd's bed was easy to spot-a jumble of sheets, a terrarium with plants and steam in a random homage to his mutation, and several posters of rather scary, vinyl clad girls who bore a disturbing resemblance to Rogue in features or dress. "Here ya go."
Lance and Remy heaved him onto the bed with a muffled thump and groan. After a moment, Lance said, "You think the Trojan horse will work?"
"Homme," Remy smiled, "ys tys trust de Trojans, eh?"1
"But if this plan backfires..."
"Then we make anudder...We canna let dese prigs make us feel like we second class, eh?"
"Right...if Scott hits me again, he may find himself in thirty pieces under a pile of rubble!"


Somehow, the males of the Institute always ended up in the rec room when they were wakeful. It was nearing three a.m. and the room was buzzing with a dull throb. Lance and Remy were playing foosball in the corner while Kurt and Scott sat conferring over the latest video game in serious tones. "Hey guys, " Jamie said a little too brightly. He was pleasantly rumpled and his lips were kiss-swollen, his eyes were wide and shining with happiness.
"What's with you?" Lance snapped.
"Leave de chile' alone, Lance..." Remy murmured. He had noticed Jamie did not take sides in this infighting and did not want to drag the boy in if he did not have to. "Jamie jus' in a good mood."
"Hey, J-man," Scott said. "You look thrilled."
"Yeah," he sighed. He made his way towards the kitchen, intent on finding juice, when Kurt's voice stilled him in his tracks.
"You smell like a girl!"
"Huh?"
Scott and Kurt crept closer. "You smell, " Kurt repeated, "like a girl. Like perfume..." He sniffed deeply. "Flowers..."
Scott inhaled as well. "Light flowers..." Another sniff, "Not Jean..."
"Kitty, either..." Kurt and Scott had Jamie pinned between them.
Remy, suddenly curious, came up on the right. "C'est not an expensive perfume..." He, too, sniffed deeply. "But nice..."
Lance remained a short distance away but also sniffed, catching a whiff of the feminine scent. "Who you been with?"
"Huh?" Jamie said again. "Uh, no one!"
"So," Scott said sharply, "you started wearing perfume now?"
"And lipstick?" Kurt rubbed at a smudge of the pink tinge on Jamie's cheek. "Nice color...not you, though."
e fee felt surrounded. "Um...I need juice..."
"No way. How come you're getting play and we're not?" Scott demanded.
Jamie gulped. _The one thing to bring the X Men and Brotherhood together, and it's mauling me! _ "I hugged a girl earlier...no big deal, right?"
Kurt narrowed his eyes. "What's going on? All the girls are ignoring us but you come down here in the middle of the night smelling like perfume and wearing make up...What do you know?"
Jamie gulped. He was trapped. "Okay," he sighed, "It's like this..."



1 Bad Condom joke...lol.