Catspaws: Lost Innocence

Author’s Note/Disclaimer:
I do not own Marvel, X-Men Evolution, the X-Men or the universe they live in. This is a work of adult fan fiction written solely for entertainment purposes. No disrespect or copyright infringement is intended by the author. I make no money from this work.

This story is set in the X-Men Evolution universe after the television series ended. Kurt and Kitty are about eighteen years old and about to start college.

Warnings: This is a dark fic. Bad things are going to happen to our beloved characters. For the story as a whole -- M/M and M/F nonconsensual sex. Consensual M/F sex. Anal sex, hand job, oral sex.

Please rate and review. Constructive criticism is much desired. This is the final chapter of our story. Thank you for reading.

Chapter Ten: Rescue

“I have them, Charles.” Magneto’s voice was calm as he spoke over the radio. He leaned closer to Ororo to show her the coordinates on the small screen in his hand. “We are proceeding to their location.”

“Very good. I will be awaiting word.”

The radio went silent and the Blackbird’s engines screamed as Ororo sent the metal beast hurtling through the air toward those two little dots of light. Alive. They were alive. As long as they were, there was hope. Now, if only they knew where Logan was…


Kurt searched the river’s surface for any sign of the two men. But the water had swallowed them up without a trace. Kitty was still coughing and was beginning to shiver in the cool afternoon air. He was beginning to hate rivers. They always seemed to bring him nothing but trouble.

“Where are they?” Kitty asked between coughs. “Did they come up?”

“I don’t see anything yet.” Kurt doubted they would.

“Logan’s bones, they’re so heavy…” Kitty pulled herself to her feet with his help to look for herself.

“I know.” Kurt’s tail lashed with anxiety. Would Logan drown? Could he? And what of Sabertooth? He didn’t dare assume he was dead. Should they run? Or wait to see if either man emerged from the water?

He was saved from having to make a decision by the familiar roar of a jet’s engines. The plane hovered over the trees and a hatch opened. He and Kitty watched in confusion as Magneto emerged, along with Scott and Jean, each riding a metal disk down to the ground.

“Kurt! Kitty! Are you all right?” Jean called before her disk even touched ground. “We’ve been so worried!”

“What is he doing here?” Kitty asked with a scowl. She sidled closer to Kurt as Magneto approached.

“Rescuing you.” The man answered her. He held out one hand and the collar around her neck writhed before parting and falling to the ground. “My apologies. I believed these devices to have been destroyed. I had no idea they were stolen.”

“Sure you didn’t.” Kitty muttered suspiciously. Kurt put an arm around her shoulders and hushed her quietly.

“Please. Wolverine and Sabertooth fell into the river. Neither has come out. Can you…find them?”

“Finding your friend is easy enough.” Magneto strode toward the river bank. His gaze roved across the water for a moment, and then he gestured with one hand. A few seconds later, a body broke through the surface. Logan was pale and lifeless. His limp form floated above the water and came to rest on the river bank. Jean and Scott rushed to his side, checking for any signs of life.

Then Magneto stripped the purple cloak from his shoulders and approached the two teens. He offered it to Kitty.

“Here, child. You must be cold.” Kitty stared at it without moving. But Kurt reached to take it from the man’s hands and wrapped it around her shoulders. She was shivering. So was he, but he didn’t wish to show such weakness in front of their former enemy.

“He’s alive.” Jean called out. “His pulse is faint, but it’s there. We need to get him…all three of you back to the Infirmary.”

“I am fine. Just wet.” Kurt answered. “And cold. But, Kitty fell in the water…”

“I’m O.K. I just want to go home.”

“If Victor has survived, we will know soon enough. And you are right Jean; we should get them back to your Infirmary as soon as possible.”

In just a few moments, they were floating through the air on Magneto’s metal disks. Kitty held tightly to Kurt during the brief flight. Then they were being strapped into their seats with blankets tucked snugly around them. The Blackbird’s engines screamed as they sped back to the Institute.

They were going home at last.


Home. It hardly seemed real. Everything looked the same, but it all felt different. Doctor McCoy had insisted on examining them thoroughly, and while he’d asked his questions delicately, he’d refused to allow them to avoid answering. No permanent damage. At least physically.

He often found himself jumping at shadows. Kitty did too. He was worried about her. She’d grown so quiet. Everyone was trying to be so helpful, so supportive.

He just wished they’d go away. Each hug, each touch, was an intrusion. But they looked so hurt when he pulled away. The Professor had told only the older members of the team. The younger ones didn’t know what had happened to them. They didn’t understand.

He thought Kitty felt the same. But she wasn’t talking. The Dr. McCoy, Professor Xavier, Jean…they all kept trying to get them to talk about it.

He just wanted to forget. To forget everything past the moment in that cave when Kitty had told him she wanted more from him. But maybe now that was gone, too. He was afraid to speak of it. Afraid to find out that she no longer wanted him. How could she? How could she want anyone after what Sabertooth had done?

“Kitty…” He didn’t realize he’d spoken until she turned to look at him. Her brown eyes seemed haunted these days. No life or joy in them. They were sitting together in the Rec Room, barricaded by pillows on either side to keep the well wishers at bay. Watching movies again.

“Yeah?” Her voice was quiet.

“Perhaps this is not the right time.” Kurt stalled.

“For what?”

“To have that talk. About…us.” His chest seemed to tighten. It was too soon. Much too soon for such talk. He was a fool…

“Oh.” She was silent for a moment. “No. It’s fine. I was thinking about that, actually. What we said in that cave, you know. Before everything happened.”

“And what were you thinking?” Kurt forced himself to stay still, actually grasping his tail with one hand to stop its nervous thumping.

“You know. After everything that happened…Everything he did to us…It’s hard to even think about some things. But I don’t want to give up, Kurt. I still want to try…But it might be a long time before things are, like, normal.”

“You still…Want me? To be more than friends?” How was that going to work? When both of them could hardly stand to be touched by anyone?

“Yeah. Giving up would be like letting him win. Screwing up our lives.” She scooted across the sofa closer to him. “I won’t give him that.”

“No. We won’t give him that. If that’s what you want, Katzchen.” He rested a tentative arm around her shoulders. She leaned up against him. He tightened his arm and she sighed.

“This is what I want.” She snuggled a little closer to him. This felt good. Right. He sighed with relief. He could touch her without his skin crawling. And she seemed comfortable. Perhaps this could work.

“I want this too, Kitty.” He stroked her hair. “I always have.”


It wasn’t easy putting themselves and their lives back together. Neither one of them were prepared to face school. Nor, he thought, were their teachers willing to risk letting them leave the Institute alone just yet. Kurt sincerely doubted that Sabertooth was dead. But he said nothing of it to Kitty.

After a month, nothing had changed between them. Yet it felt completely different. There was no outward sign that their relationship had changed. No holding hands or demonstrations of romantic affection. No kisses or declarations of love. But each touch was a treasured gift. Something wrested from the darkness that still lingered in their thoughts.

Just a few days and nights with the man had left both himself and Kitty plagued with nightmares and foolish fears. They jumped at shadows and flinched from the most casual touches. Their friends looked at them strangely and whispers seemed to follow them wherever they went.

Sleep was something that he both craved and dreaded now. He lay awake in his until the early hours of the morning when exhaustion would finally overtake him. Even that gave him no peace. Sabertooth haunted his dreams. So did Kitty, her sobs tearing at his heart.

He thought Kitty suffered the same as he did. She had grown pale and her eyes seemed hollow. How long could this continue before they were simply worn away? He had finally unbent enough to talk to the Professor about what had happened, and he thought Kitty had done the same with Jean. Yet it hardly seemed to matter.

All this continued night after night. Until the night Kitty ghosted into his room. Silently she slipped into the bed beside him and wrapped her arms around his neck. The cheek she pressed against his was wet with tears and he wiped at them carefully with his fingers.

“What are you doing here, liebchen?” He whispered. He knew he should send her back to her room. This was not allowed. Ah, but it felt so good to have her there.

“I can’t sleep anymore. Not at all.” She sounded lost, tired. “Not without you. Please don’t make me go.”

“I won’t.” He pressed his lips against her forehead and wrapped his arms around her. This time when he closed his eyes, sleep came quickly. And for once, his dreams did not torment him. Morning came and found him well rested for the first time since they had returned. And the sun’s morning light coming through the window was nearly as welcome as Kitty’s smile.

She left as she had come, as a ghost through the walls of his room. But first there had been a kiss, short and sweet that had left the taste of berries on his lips. Perhaps this was working after all.

That seemed to be a turning point for them. It was easier to deal with the rest of the world and their lives when they weren’t desperately tired from lack of sleep. Each night Kitty would slip into his room and his bed. And they would find sleep together as they had in Sabertooth’s lair. Only this time they had only nightmares to fear, rather than the man himself.

The nightmares did come, still. But not as often and they were much easier to dismiss with Kitty there to remind him that he was home and safe. And she seemed to find his presence a comfort as well when she woke with her own.

They had missed that first semester of college. But when registration came they resolved it was time to go back. So they did. At first Logan insisted on driving them back and forth to school. But by the third week, they were on their own. It felt good.

Normalcy. Routine. Over time they quit jumping at shadows and started enjoying their friends again. By now, it was no secret that they were a couple. Other than a few concerned looks from the Professor and Jean, their friends seemed to accept the change happily. Logan seemed to have taken it for granted somehow. Maybe he had seen something they hadn’t.

Now when Kitty slipped into his bed, they didn’t always go right to sleep. Sometimes they would talk a little, usually about their day. Each night before closing her eyes, Kitty would kiss him. Over time the kisses grew longer and deeper. Then one night she touched him.

He lay still and silent as tentative fingers smoothed the fur of his cheek and trailed down his neck to his shoulders. He was afraid to speak or move, afraid she’d stop…Maybe afraid that she wouldn’t. He wasn’t certain. He swallowed hard against the thumping in his chest.

“Kurt? Is…Is this OK?” Her voice was quiet. “I’ll stop if you want.”

“No. Don’t stop Katzchen, unless you wish to.” He reached out to brush a lock of hair from her face. “I am not sure what to do. I do not wish to frighten you.”

“I know you’d never hurt me.” Kitty kissed him then. Her mouth was sweet, tasting of mint and strawberries. He wrapped his arms around her, carefully, though he wanted to pull her close. Then she spoke again, in his ear. “It’s OK, just go slow. If…If one of us freaks out, we’ll just try again some other time.”

“Ja.”

So they went slow. Their kisses gradually deepened and became more heated as they shyly explored one another’s bodies. They’d slept beside each other for so long, yet they had never really touched one another as lovers. He ran his fingers over her skin, listening carefully to each sigh and moan. Waiting for her to respond or to ask him to stop.

And her hands felt so good as they stroked his fur. Her touches became more confident as they followed the fur covered planes of his body. His back, his chest, his ribs. He gasped when she touched the base of his tail, and then stiffened as her hand trailed lower. A queasy feeling passed through his gut. Kitty pulled her hand back quickly.

“Kurt? Did I do something wrong?” She sounded so worried; the queasiness was quickly replaced with concern.

“No. I am all right. Just…Not there.” He touched her face with one hand. “Not tonight.”

“OK.” But for a few moments, her hands were still as they simply kissed slowly. This time when she touched him, her hands traveled along his belly, moving slowly and more tentatively. “Can I?” Her hands stopped just short of his erection, fingertips moving slightly in the plush softness of his fur.

“Ja. Please. Touch me.” The slow careful pace was beginning to wear on him. The need to be so careful when his body was making its own demands. The touch of a fingertip, so light that it almost seemed his imagination ran from the tip and along the shaft. He moaned quietly and bit his lip.

For a long, tortuous moment, she simply repeated the touch. A single finger exploring his length. He was sure she didn’t mean to tease him. But he couldn’t seem to help the pleading tone of his voice when her touch drew another moan from him. She turned wide dark eyes on him then and licked her lips.

“I love you, you know.” Then her hand closed over him and stroked at him gently. “I really want this to work.”

“I think I have always loved you, Katzchen.” He groaned at her touch. If she continued they would end like this, and he did not think she wanted that. He reached down and stilled her hand with his own.

“Something wrong?”

“No. But I will not last much longer if you continue.”

“Oh." She stroked him once more before pulling her hand away.

Then she kissed him again, pressing her body against him. Bolder now, he pulled her more tightly against him. Was it time now? The thought made him nervous again and threatened to undo him. But he pushed it aside and concentrated on the girl in his arms.

“I want you.” Her voice was so soft; he could almost believe he hadn’t heard it. He almost asked her if she were sure. But the trembling of her hands told him she was nervous too, and perhaps it was better not to ask.

“Now?” He whispered in her ear. He felt rather than saw her nod.

Kissing her again, he rolled her onto her back. At his gentle touch, she spread her thighs to allow him access to her center. Wanting to be certain of her readiness, he touched her there. She gasped at his touch then moaned as he stroked her carefully. Reassured by her reaction and the wetness he found there, he shifted until he rested the head of his cock at her entrance.

He paused wondering if he should say anything. But she clutched at him, pulling him closer, telling him with her lips and tongue and hands what she wanted. One long slow thrust and he was deep inside her for the first time. She made a little noise, half moan, half sob.

Then he began to move inside her, trying to go slow, to make it last for her. For both of them. It was both a relief and terribly frightening, he was so afraid that something would go wrong. But each time he paused, she would urge him on with her mouth or her hands, though he could taste the salt of tears on her lips.

Then there was no more holding off. His body was demanding release and he found himself quickening his pace. Kitty clung to him, her sobbing moans coming in time with his thrusts. A harsh groan burst from his lips as he was driven over the edge at last. He was left shaken and panting afterwards.

When he could think again he rolled over and pulled her into his arms. She was still crying a little. But she snuggled deeper into his embrace rather than pulling away.

“Are you all right?” Kurt whispered, concerned at her tears. He wiped them away with his fingers.

“Yes. I’m fine. I’m happy actually; I don’t know why I’m crying.” She sniffed. “Is that silly?”

“No. No I don’t think so.” He reached out and pulled the blankets over them both. He kissed her lips briefly. “Thank you.”

“No. Thank you for being so patient, Kurt.”

“I would have waited as long as it took, Kitty. There was no hurry.” He gave her a little squeeze. “Now we should sleep I think.”

“Good night, Kurt.”

“Good night, Katzchen.”


By the time the school term wound down, life had taken on a routine normalcy for them. Once again, they felt comfortable going out together, just the two of them. But now, they went as a couple rather than as just friends.

With finals behind them, they decided to make a night of it. Kurt made reservations at a restaurant that Scott had recommended. Logan had even slipped him a couple of extra twenties before they left, forgoing the traditional threats he usually made when someone took one of “his” kids out.

“Show her a good time.” He’d said and given Kurt a swat on the shoulder that nearly staggered him. “And be home by curfew.”

“Of course, Logan.”

Kitty looked wonderful to him and the weather was perfect. The sky was crystal clear and even the traffic seemed to part before them as they drove. First they simply took a drive through the scenic countryside, admiring the trees that had burst out in crisp new green leaves. As the sky began to darken, they turned back toward town.

The restaurant was exactly as Scott had described. Classy without being so expensive or snobbish that he felt out of place. Though of course, he wore his image inducer. Kitty seemed happy, talking nonstop and exclaiming over the décor and the clothing the other guests were wearing. Honestly, he didn’t care what she talked about, as long as she continued to smile like that.

They continued to talk over the wonderful food. And after seeing the menu, Kurt was thankful for Logan’s last minute gift. The prices were definitely out of the typical college student’s budget. At last the waiter approached with the dessert menu and a smile.

“Would you care to order something from our dessert menu?”

“I think perhaps we should ask for the check, now.”

“Ah. The check has already been paid, sir.” The waiter smiled even wider. “Including dessert if you like. The gentleman asked me to give you this.” He offered Kurt an envelope.

“What gentleman?” Kitty asked, looking around puzzled.

“He was sitting over at the bar a moment ago.” The waiter turned to look, but failed to spot the generous patron.

Kurt opened the envelope and unfolded the note inside. The handwriting was a masculine scrawl that meandered across the page: “Always thought you kids made a good couple. No hard feelings. Dinner’s on me. – Victor.” At the bottom was a post script. “P.S. Tell the runt I’ll be seeing him.”

Kurt dropped the note as if it had burned him and stood, searching the crowd of diners for the familiar figure. Kitty reached over to pluck the note from the table and her eyes grew wide.

“No.” She whispered.

“There.” Kurt spotted the man near the door. Even from the back, those broad shoulders and the mass of thick blonde hair caught in a tail were unmistakable. As if he knew they were watching him, the man turned and raised the wide brimmed hat from his head with a smile. He nodded deliberately at them before turning again and leaving them dumbfounded.

“Is something wrong, sir?” The waiter had watched all this with concerned interest.

“No. No. I was just surprised that’s all.” Kurt fumbled to cover his shock. Should they call home? Was this a threat? Or the closest he could expect to an apology?

“I think we’ll have that dessert, after all.” Kitty’s voice was steady and even as she tucked the note into her purse. “I’d say buying us dinner is the very least he could do.”