Inner Conflicts

Inner Conflicts --Part 11 Inner Conflicts Part 11 Kurt stuck around in the library after the dismissal bell rung.  His earlier problem in his Chemistry class had faded away to just a vdulldull feeling.  He sat at one table, doing his homework, dreading the moment when Lance made his appearance. If his little problem didn't fully go away before then, he was nervous about what Lance would think. Last thing he needed was for the taller mutant to believe that Kurt really did like what he was doing to him. Kurt let out a deep sigh as he fidgeted one final time before finishing up the only math problem that had been giving him a problem.  He grinned in victory as he finally found out what he was doing wrong and fixed it.   A moment later, he almost jumped through the roof when a hand trailed across his upper back, stopping at his shoulder. Kurt's head whirled to his right and saw Lance sitting in the chair next to him, a smug expression on his face.  He settled down facing him, backpack slung over one shoulder, feet resting against Kurt's chair. "Hey,  Blue boy," he said, casting a cocky grin. No, not now, thought Kufeelfeeling that strange feeling in his crotch.  Not in front of him! Lance watched in unpure delight as Kurt stared at him with wide and troubled eyes.  Yep. . . the boy was confused, and most likely feeling the first traces of arousal. "So why don't we head over to my place.  We could stop by some place to eat first.  My treat." Kurt shook his head.  "That's okay.  I'll pay for my own food," he said, before realizing what he had just implied. Ach, no! I meant to say 'stay here!' Then he narrowed his eyes.  "You sound a lot better." Lance shrugged.  "It must have been a 24 hour bug." Then he grinned.  "Let's go."  He leaped out of his chair, grabbed Kurt's math book and homework, tucking it under one arm, and then grabbed Kurt's wrist with his free hand and yanked him out of the chair. "My bag!" cried Kurt, barely having enough time to snag his own backpack before Lance hauled him outside the library. X Kurt's stomach was really full.  And when he was full, it made him sleepy.  And that was dangerous grounds considering who he was with. Lance watched him carefully as Kurt drew out a time line of some key events in some war. He could see that Kurt was drowsy and was doing everything possible to stay awake. At least he had managed to get Kurt to come up to his room. Lance looked up at his ceiling, arms behind his head, back against the headboard of his bed. To his right was his desk, currently covered in papers and books as Kurt tried to tutor him. Chemistry was one thing.  History was another.  No matter who taught it to you, it was always boring. Lance glanced back at Kurt. The German kid was out of his hologram, and he looked kind of cute, sitting in the chair, tail twitching back and forth while speaking.  Kind of like a big blue cat. Well, Kitty would call him "Fuzzy elf," and with ears like that, he could see why.  But elves were green, so the coloring was wrong.  And the demon part. . . well, if he were a demon, then he was a damn sexy one and he would be the demon of temptation or some shit like that. "Vhat's so funny?" he heard Kurt ask, sounding annoyed. "Uh, nothing, really.  Just that you look bored teaching history.   It's a wonder why some teachers don't fall asleep doing their job." A small smile played on Kurt's lips.  "Ms. Lecheister did," he said. "The English teacher?" Kurt slowly nodded. Lance chuckled.  Then he  got out of his bed and took a couple steps over towards Kurt, who immediately tensed up.  Lance stood at Kurt's right side, placing a hand on his desk, the other on Kurt's chair, under the pretense of looking over the boy's shoulder.  "Okay, go over this one more time," he said.  "I think I dozed off somewhere with the beheading of the third wife or something like that." Kurt sighed deeply.  "No vonder you do so bad in history," he said. "I try!" said Lance, with a pout. Kurt started going over the time line again. This time, Lance paid more attention. Kurt was almost through with King Henry when he realized that Lance's hand had moved from his chair. . . and was playing with his hair. A shiver went up his back. It felt sort of nice. Kurt tried to ignore the sensation. . . but then. . . then Lance's hand brushed against the back of his neck. A gascapscaped his throat. "Something wrong?" asked Lance, looking down at him, his concern seemingly sincere. "N-nothing," responded Kurt, eyes wide. Lance gave him a smile and traced a finger down Kurt's cheek. Kurt felt his fur standing on end as his nerves began to tingle. "You know," said Lance.  "History really bores me." Next thing Kurt knew, Lance tackled him, causing him to topple off of the chair and onto Lance's bed. "Vhat are you doing?!" he cried, as Lance wrapped his arms around his waist and hauled him up completely on his bed.  He lashed out, trying to free himself from the other guy's arms. "Nothing," said Lance, pinning Kurt down. Kurt stilled. To his surprise, Lance spoke the truth.  Other than the actual tackling and pinning down, Lance made no further moves.  Of course, Lance's body was already on top of him. "Then can you get off of me?" Kurt asked, his voice cracking on the last word. Lance just grinned.  "Like I said.  History bores me.  Makes me want to take a nap.  I just figured we could both take one.  I can't sleep knowing that I'm all alone in the house." Kurt just blinked. "So vhy can't you sleep here and I just stay sitting over there?" he asked. Lance slid off of him, arms still around Kurt's waist, keeping him on the bed.  "Because that's boring too.  I can't sleep knowing that someone is working while I'm just bumming around.  Besides, I like to cuddle.  And I haven't had a teddy bear to be with since I was real little." "But I'm not a bear!" "So. . . you're soft and furry." Lance nuzzled Kurt's neck, and the blue mutant began to struggle again. Lance caught Kurt's wrists and pulled them back down, one leg thrown over Kurt's lower body, trapping both legs and tail.   "Just a nap, Kurt.  You don't have to worry about me doing anything to you," Lance continued with a chuckle.  "I'm willing to wait." "Vait for vhat?" Kurt snarled, growing angry.  Despite his predicament, he realizedt bet being held like this was kind of. . . nice.  If only it were someone else.  Anyone.  At this point it didn't really matter so long as it wasn't Lance. "For you to trust me enough to give me a chance.  Which sucks, since I did save your life and all." Kurt remained silent for a few seconds.  "And that's how you vant me to repay you.  Give you a chance. . ." Lance sighed.  "Not if you're doing it unwillingly." "I don't think that has stopped you." "Well, so you weren't in the mood all the times, but you like it.  After all, yesterday you got all hard when we were making out." Kurt's cheeks darkened.  Shit, he noticed. . . he thought to himself.  He felt humiliated. Kurt let out a yelp when Lance pulled him closer, turning him so that they were both on their sides, Kurt's back to Lance's chest. "Let's just take the nap, Kurt.  I won't, um, pressure you today." Kurt could feel Lance's chest moving behind him as the mutant's breathing began to slow down.  He could also feel the change in heartbeat that was racing slowing down.  Lance's arm was firmly wrapped around his stomach, and the other one propping his head as if it were a pillow. Lance's chin rested on top of his head. It was similar to the way his mother use to hold him when he woke up from a nightmare.  Except it seemed more intimate with the way Lance still his his leg thrown over his . Very soon, soft snores came from Lance's lips. Kurt sighed, wondering how he was going to extract himself from this one. But Kurt's body reminded him that he was sleepy just moments ago.  And since there was no danger, it was safe. His eyelids felt heavy, and they began to close on their own accord. All sense of time stopped, and then nothing was known. X The Brotherhood of Mutants weren't his only friends.  Lance was pretty much street wise and had a lot of connections back home.  So when he came to Bayville, that was the first thing he did. At first he thought the place was boring.  It struck him as a peaceful community filled with do-gooders. But then he found the type of people he was looking for. Ahey hey each had their own specialities. Like J. J specialized from the harmless stuff, like aphrodisiacs, to the more powerful stuff, whatever recent date rape drug that was out there. Lance didn't want a drugged elf.  He wanted one that was more susceptible to sexual advances.  And for that, he needed the elf to have all his inhibitions lowered. So aphrodisiacs it was, and J provided him a box of them in powdered form.  "One dose will have  her feeling horny," he had said.  "Two and the bitch will be wet and wanting someone to fuck her cunt and make her scream." Of course, Lance wasn't crazy enough to correct J.  So he paid for his stuff and went on his merry way.  If things worked right though, he would probably not even need the w box box.  Just enough to get Kurt into his bed and use to being claimed.  Then all he'd have to worry about is making sure the boy found him worthwhile. X Lance slowly woke up, the feeling of something soft and tic tickling his chin. He smiled when he realized that the fuzzy dude had indeed fallen asleep in his arms.   A look of evil delight flickered in his eyes. Today he had given the kid a break.  Tomorrow his dance of seduction will resume, and give Kurt a taste in the pleasures that a simple touch could do. X Kurt stirred. His mind was feeling cloudy. I must have fallen asleep,  he thought.  Strange.  I usually hear someone. Kurt's eyes snapped open when he remembered that he wasn't in the Institute. . . but in Lance's room. . . on his bed. He flailed about, trying to sit up. "Ugh, what's wrong?" he heard Lance ask.  His hair was mussed up on one side, and from the look in his eyes, he was trying to wake up. "I. . . I. . . I got to go," stammered Kurt.  "It's almost five thirty!" Lance frowned.  "Hmm. . . the other guys will be back from whatever stuff they do after school," mused Lance. "I'll take you to Xavier's gates.  That way you don't have to port or call Summers and wait for him." Kurt stayed quiet, but nodded in response.  He collected his items as Lance crawled out of bed and stretched himself. "Man, I haven't had a nap that refreshing in a while," he said.  "Sleeping with you is like having a personal teddy bear," he added with a smirk. Kurt tried to fight off the blush that was rising in his cheeks.  He refused to answer Lance's comment as he switched his hologram back on. A few minutes later, Lance and Kurt were in his jeep, heading towards the Institute. Kurt remained silent throughout the trip, watching the passing scenery go by. Lance placed a hand on his knee when the approached t des destination. Kurt turned to look at him, torn between shoving Lance's hand off or pretending that he didn't even notice. "See you tomorrow?" Lance asked. "Do I have a choice?" responded Kurt, bitterly. Lance shrd, ld, looking a bit hurt.  "I guess not.  But still, I'd like to think you do. And that you're choosing to spend the time with me.  I've enjoyed it so far.  Just hope that you'll start enjoying it as well." It sounded sincere. And that brought on guilt. Kurt had approached this with fear.  After all, Lance did. .. well. . . force himself on him.  But he now sounded sincere in his apology for that event.  And he wanted a chance to be friends. . . well. . . more than friends. The whole notion was still so conng. ng. . . And yet, it wasn't like he could ignore the sensations that Lance had provoked in him. No one else was even attempting to do the same to him. They all ran away. Maybe. . . just maybe. . . Lance was right. . . and being truthful. This required a lot of thought. Kurt got out of the jeep.  He then looked up at Lance. "Ja. I'll. . . I'll see you tomorrow," he said, softly. Kurt turned around and ported through the gates. Lance smirked victoriously. I love being a bastard. tbc