Constant Craving

CONSTANT CRAVING CHAPTER TWELVE (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather is supernifty and groovy. Ted tells me so all the time...well, he tells Joaquin and Billy who tell me...he seems quite smitten! Lucas, Kristen and the dolphin are on holiday in Majorca so they have no comment, but I'm sure they feel similarly...:) InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are double dipped strawberry goodness for archiving. Readers/Reviewers: Shhhhh! The ducks are pulling back...I think they might be flanking us....just keep low and arm yourselves with the Grenadine (no one drinks that, anyway!) and we should be fine...


Logan felt like he had walked into a wall of hostile tension. Sitting around the table with ample space between each were the males of the Institute and Rahne, who defied the unspoken maxim of personal space and was right next to Jamie, the two chatting happily. _This can't be good... _ Kurt growled at Lance who in turn snarled at Scott. Scott was glaring at Remy who was just snarling at anyone who looked twice at him. Todd stumbled into Logan's back, reeking of soap, vomit and..."You been drinking, Toad?"
"Erk!" He made to spring away but Logan's heavy hand came down on his shoulder. "No!"
"You stink of stale beer." Logan turned assessing eyes on the other males. "Who you been with?"
Lance half stood. "Me." Remy raised two fingers to indicate his complicity as well, his mouth occupied with a steaming cup of coffee.
"What the Hell were you three thinking?" Logan growled, advancing into the kitchen with Todd in two. Kurt and Scott snickered into their cereal but Jamie merely looked embarrassed. He hated to see people put on the spot and this was going to be a doozy.
Remy said softly but clearly "We jus' havin' fun, Logan...We ain't hurt no one et I do de drivin' las' night. I kin drink loads more'n dey kin et all I had were two beers...we fine."
"You're underage!" Logan shoved Todd forward and the boy stumbled to a seat. "Eat. We'll discuss this after you have food on your stomach."
"I ain't hungry, yo..." Todd's stomach felt as if it were scrubbed with steel wool and filled with acid. His head throbbed in time with his pulse, making the room seem to heave around him.
"I said," Logan growled. "Eat something...here." With a malicious grin, the man shoved a plate of bacon and eggs at Todd, the yolks still runny and grease rising to the rind of the meat.1
"Oh, man..." Todd felt his stomach lurch and was immediately sorry he even woke up. Kurt, to his right, chuckled. "What's funny, yo? Ain't you guys done enough to us?"
"Vas? We have done nothing to you! It's your dumb selves who went out and got drunk for whatever reason!" Kurt slammed his hands on the table, making the juice glasses dance.
Rahne scooted back slightly. "You spill anythin' on me, daftie, an' I bite you..."
"Rahne," Jamie murmured, "don't..." He was unsure if she was serious or not but did not want to chance it. "Want to go watch cartoons?"
Lance sniggered. "Kids."
"Eat!" Logan shouted. Jamie and Rahne made their escape and soon the sounds of Saturday morning cartoons could be heard from the rec room.
Kurt shoved the last of his cereal around the bowl and reached for another piece of bacon, noticing that Remy and Lance seemed to be having some sort of unspoken visual communication going on. "Vas ist the deal?"
"Nothin', homme..." Remy paused and looked askance at Lance, who then nodded. "We be thinkin'...we need to talk."
Scott snapped "Fine, talk! We're not going to listen!"
"Scott..." Kurt nodded to the Brotherhood's former members. "Hear them out..."
"Kurt! They're..."
"Trying to apologize," Lance said quickly.
"Oui...we be thinkin' dat tings be outta proportion round here an' we wanna get tings back ta normal."
Scott looked gobsmacked. "What?"
Lance shrugged. "We're acting like kids. I'm tired of it."
Logan snorted. "'Bout time someone saw the light around here..."
Scott and Kurt looked at one another. "Okay," Kurt said. "Apology accepted."
"No more pranks?" Lance asked, sticking his hand out to shake Kurt's.
"Ja. No more pranks..."
"We didn't play any..." Scott protested but was silenced by a sharp elbow in his side from Kurt. "Fine, we won't play anymore pranks on you."
Todd, trying to choke down his runny eggs, looked up blearily. "Huh?"
"Nothin', homme..." Remy polished off the last of his coffee. "I'm goin' ta work on de Jeep...it be makin' a funny noise, eh?"
Lance scraped his chair back. "I'm comin' with...I want to check the taillights."
Todd, Scott and Kurt eyed each other. "So..." Todd finally said. "Just us."
Logan rose and dumped his plate in the sink. "Just you guys. Behave." _Something isn't right here...Something is up. That was too easy. _

Remy and Lance conspired together with heads bowed under the hood of the Jeep. "Think they bought it, Rem?"
"Oui..." Remy flicked his cigarette onto the garage floor, knowing he would have to clean up later to avoid Logan's ire for besmirching his beloved garage. "Now we jus' gotta wait an' let tings play out, eh?"
"How you sure this is gonna work?" Lance fiddled with a wire idly, more out of nervous habit than a desire to work on the car.
"Homme, dis Cajun got de mos' amazin' luck...jus' ask Jubilee..." He winked at his new friend and motioned for him to stand back, slamming the hood when they were both clear. "Jus' make sure you in place in 'bout an hour, d'accord?"
"Yeah...I'll make sure Toad's with us."
"Bien. Until then..." Remy sketched a bow and made his exit. Lance stared at the hood of the Jeep for a few moments longer, deliberating on whether he should visit Amara or not, when Kurt appeared before him, 'porting in and making Lance jump in surprise. "Shit! Don't do that!"
"What are you up to?" Kurt crouched on the car, eyes fixed on Lance's face, daring the other youth to lie.
"Workin' on the car..."
"Oh? Looks like you were staring at me..." Kurt leapt off the Jeep and landed next to Lance. He was shorter than Kitty's ex but his demeanor made him more imposing at that moment. "And I meant, what are you doing with this whole apology thing?"
Lance shrugged, looking away and fiddling with the hood ornament. "We just got tired of being shit on and wanted to be the bigger men here."
"I don't believe you."
"I don't care."
"Scott doesn't believe you either."
Lance snorted. "Thly ply person Scott believes is Jean and even then, that's not a sure thing." He turned to leave but Kurt grabbed his elbow jerking him back.
"I don't know what you're up to but I don't trust you further than I can throw you. If anything happens, I'll know who to blame."
"And what do you think is gonna happen?" Lance sneered, but he was freaking out inside. _Shit...what does he know? How does he know? _
Kurt sighed, suddenly feeling silly. "I don't know..." He let go of Lance's arm and ran his hands through his hair. "I guess all this stress is just getting to me."
"Kit not putting out, either?" Lance nodded sympathetically. "I know what that's like."
Kurt was on him in a flash, throwing Lance to the concrete floor and rolling as the taller boy tried to throw him. Lance yowled as sharp teeth sank into his arm and Kurt drew blood. "Never talk about Kitty like that!"
"Dude! You're freaking out!" Lance drew his knees up and tried to throw Kurt again but succeeded only in flipping them both, landing again on his back and getting the wind knocked out of him.
Kurt knelt on his chest, panting. _What's wrong with me? _ "Lance..." he began, but was silenced by a harsh glare as the other boy tried to catch his breath. "I'm sorry..."
"Shut the fuck up..."
"I thought you were talking about how Kitty wouldn't sleep with you when you were together..."
Lance was still gasping but managed to knock Kurt off of him. "I couldn't give a good god damn what happened when I was with Kitty anymore. I only meant that we all seem to be going through a dry spell with the girls..." He spat blood as he rolled to his knees. "Great. Fucking bit my tongue..."
"Lance, I said I was sorry..."
"Don't talk to me!" Lance snapped and stormed off, leaving Kurt sitting on the floor of the garage, looking pained.

Kitty and Amara reached the bottom of the stairs as Rogue and Jean came in from their run. The four girls exchanged uneasy smiles before Kitty spoke. "How's everything...ya know..._everything..." _
Jean replied, somewhat out of breath, "Well, frustrating, honestly."
"Tell me about it," Rogue muttered, shoving sweat-damp hair out of her eyes.
Amara raised on imperious brow and deigned to look nonchalant. "It wasn't so bad."
Kitty snorted. "You and Lance are almost as bad as Remy and Jubilee...you're telling us you had no problems keep him out of your room?"
Amara said coolly, "I had no problems. In fact," she glided past the other girls as if she were floating, "Lance only offered words, not his body."
Kitty and Jean exchanged looks that bespoke their doubt while Rogue called out, "Liar!"
Amara whirled on her heels to glare at the girls. The poem Lance had given her was tucked in her bra, close to her heart and already much-folded. She would never share that with them, it was too meaningful to her. She felt special and, for the first time in a long time, good. She felt like she was no longer tainted, no longer singed byes tes that consumed her soul and tortured her when she was alone. "Lance loves me. Never doubt that. He would never go against my wishes." With a final glare, she stormed into the kitchen, nearly knocking said male down in the process. "Good morning, lover," she snapped as she passed, not even looking up.
"The fuck was that?" Lance asked, eyes following her.
"Hurricane Amara," Jean muttered. "What's wrong with you?" Lance was bloody, his lips clotted and chin streaked with browning blood. A bruise was showing on his cheek and deep puncture wounds marred his forearm.
"Kurt!" Kitty snapped. "Kurt did this..."
Lance edged away. He was annoyed with Kurt but cared enough about Kitty not to want to damage their relationship. "Um...well, maybe...I could've fallen."
Kitty grabbed his arm and examined the puncture wounds. "Kurt's the only person I know with fangs. What happened?"
"We kind of...had a fight. He misunderstood something I said." Lance took his arm back and glanced at the other girls. "Don't get pissed, Kit. Just...had a misunderstanding."
Kitty huffed angrily. "Whatever. You guys are acting so damned childish! I'm sick of it!" She strode past him, followed by Rogue who smirked briefly in Lance's direction, whether it was at the fact he was injured or that Kitty was having a fit of pique, he was not sure.
"Well," Jean said finally. "This morning is just shaping up to be a real hum dinger..." She patted at the drying sweat on the back of her neck and eyed Lance, who was staring at her as if she had grown another head. "What?"
"You can, um, read minds, can't you?"
Jean sighed. "I'm a little telepathic. And empathic. Mostly, my powers lie in telekinesis...why?"
Lance shrugged nonchalantly but even a non-empath could have picked up on the waves of nervousness rolling off of him. "No reason...what time is it?"
"About nine thirty..." Jean was surprised with the speed with which Lance moved. Before she could question him, he was bolting out the front door into the cool morning. "Weird kid..."

Todd managed to keep his breakfast down, just barely. Rogue was sweaty and disheveled and ignoring him, all three factors driving him crazy that morning. She stood by the sink, draining glass after glass of orange juice, one hand on her hip as she recovered from her run. "Hey, Rogue," he muttered as he put his dishes in the sink. "Things are looking up this morning."
"Are ?" s?" she asked as she polished off her third glass of juice. "How's that?"
"Lance and Remy...they apologized to the X Men. We're all cool now..."
Rogue felt elated then suspicious. "What'd they have to apologize for?" _Something isn't adding up... _
"Ya know...stuff..." Todd shrugged and smiled. He had only been given periphery details on the event that was to come, the Trojan Horse as Remy called it. Lure them into a false sense of security with an apology, then storm the citadel. Make the X Men out to be the heavies and the Brotherhood, former and otherwise, come out smelling of roses.
"Whatever..." Rogue placed her glass in the sink and said to Kitty, stomping into the kitchen with Amara, "Hey, Remy and Lance made nice with Fearless Leader."
"Really?" Kitty's features went through a rapid shift from angry to ecstatic to back again. "When? How? Why?"
Todd shrugged again, beginning to feel like he was cornered, "Breakfast, just said it...and just beca..lo..look, I gotta go and do...stuff...Later!" With a leap sideways, he dodged Rouge's grab for his arm and made it clear of the door, disappearing into the rec room then out the front door.
"Well," Amara said. "That's nice." She poured a bowl of muesli and stared at it for a moment. "I'm going to go find Lance."
Kitty had not even bothered to get breakfast. "Kurt!" she called, heading back into the rec room.
Rogue just shook her head. "Y'all are gonna be real disappointed...this don't smell right..."

Kurt followed Kitty's call and found her in the rec room. "Katzchen," he said tentatively. "Everything okay?"
Kitty beamed at him. "You and the Brotherhood guys all good now." It was more of a statement than a question so Kurt merely nodded. "Yay!" With a little leap, she flung herself into his arms. She kissed him hard on the mouth, tasting blood. With a small scowl, she drew back and asked, "Tell me about this fight with Lance, though..."
"Kitty," Kurt murmured thickly, her proximity driving him half mad with lust, "Can we talk about it later? It was a misunderstanding..." Still holding Kitty in his arms, he backed towards the foyer. "I think the hall closet is free..."
"Kurt!" Kitty giggled but did not protest. She felt the vertigo of teleporting and found herself in a dark, cedar-scented space with a coat hanger tangled in her hair. "Ouch..."
"Liebes," Kurt whispered, gently disentangling her hair. He set her on her feet and promptly pressed her against the wall, kissing her for all he was worth. Kitty felt the frustration of two days without Kurt become a raging fire in her lower abdomen, driving all rational thought away. She found herself grinding against him with abandon, her fingers alternately scratching at his back and neck then tangling in his hair, drawing growls of pleasure from Kurt. His hands pushed her top up to expose her breasts and he nipped at her tender flesh, leaving his mark with each nibble. Her gasps made his fingers fumble in panicked excitement but Kitty did not seem to notice. In fact, she grew more frantic herself, clutching his head to her breast as he shoved her pajama bottoms down. "Kitty..."
"Yes, Kurt...Please!" She was breathing heavily, her face mere centimeters from his own.
"Lay down..."
"No...room..." she panted. Kurt growled in frustration, ready to scream, when Kitty grinned suddenly. "Like this..." With no small amount of squirming, Kitty turned her back to him and wriggled against him, her bare skin pressing against the painful bulge in his jeans. "See? No need to lay down..."
"You're wicked...but it's a good wicked..." Kurt made short work of his zipper and was poised at her entrance, her heat make him shake. Kitty shifted slightly, making them both groan as the very tip of his member slid into her. "I'm sorry..."
"For what?" She sounded startled.
"I can't...be gentle this time..." Kitty responded by pushing against him, forcing him all the way into her. Kurt nearly cried out in ecstasy at the feeling of her hot, wet opening taking him in. He pounded against her, her gasps and encouragements making him drive harder until he was sure he would break her from the force of his thrusts. Kitty tensed then, her hands coming back to clutch at his hips as her internal muscles squeezed painfully tight around him. She made a soft keening sound and ground against him. He felt her release as surely as he could feel his own, her pleasure shining through her and into him, driving him over the edge. He gasped and bit back a cry as he felt his climax fill her, seeping around him and making her slicker than he would have thought possible.
Kitty leaned forward against the wall, Kurt leaning against her. They were joined but he was slowly slipping out of her, making her feel bereft. His arms around her waist made her feel warm, though, so she did not complain. He nipped at her ear and murmured to her in German and English, her mind only comprehending half of what he was saying, so full of pleasant buzzing was she. Kitty turned to murmur something into his ear in return when shouts rent the air.

Scott was shouting at whoever would listen. "It was an accident! Remy wanted to run a sim and it was going fine but then...it just went haywire! I didn't know it was going to happen!"
"Move, Scooter!" Logan forced Scott to one side and tapped in the manual override code to the Danger Room. Remy, Lance and Todd tumbled out, looking battered and the worse for wear. "What happened?"
Lance was able to speak first. The other mutants had by then gathered around and were muttering and curious. "Scott set up a sim for us and the damned thing tried to kill us!"
Todd croaked out2 "He didn't stay, but he set up the sim..."
Jean turned angry eyes on Scott, "What did you do?"
"Nothing!" Scott was torn between being offended and being defensive.
Kitty narrowed her eyes, her face still flushed from her recent activities. "Scott...what did you do?"
"Katzchen, he didn't do anything..." Kurt broke her grasp and approached the three downed mutants. "This is off...something's not right...you guys never run sims together..."
"You callin' us liars, homme?"
"Yeah...liars?" Todd rose to his knees and glared at Scott and Kurt. "You set this up?"
"No!" Scott whirled to face Jean. "They're lying!"
Rogue straightened her spine and said loudly, "This whole truce thing is crap, isn't it? Nothing is over..."
Jean nodded to Kitty, Jubilee and Rogue. "Right. Girls, as you were..." As one, the females turned and marched off, oblivious to the entreaties of the various males still in the hall.
"Well," Logan said finally, seeing that the Danger Room incident produced no fatal injuries, "you guys have done it now..."
1 Anyone who has ever had a hangover knows this sort of thing makes you want to vomit. A lot.
2 It's bad pun day for me...lol