Devourer of Sins

DEVOURER OF SINS CHAPTER THIRTEEN (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and She Who Inspired This Fic, Ted is acting sneaky...he and Dodo, Lucas, Kristen and Joris were asking for LOTS of tape today...I think they're trying to wrap something. Billy and Joaquin are hiding, just in case. InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are happy shiny people for archiving. :) Readers/Reviewers: I'm a little black duck, swimmin' in the water, a little black duck, doin' what I oughtta....


Nettie was getting on Scott's last nerve. "I already _did _ that!" he snapped when she asked him to tally the canned goods for the third time.
"Well, do it again! I need the exact count, Shades..." She narrowed her eyes at him. "This is your last day. I can make it easy or I can make it hard. It's up to you."
"Fine, fine...I'll count the damn things again." He grabbed the clipboard from her hands and shoved a pencil behind his ear. "Then I'm taking lunch."
"You'll take lunch when I say you can!" she called after him.
"Ne ne ne ne ne ne ne ne" he mocked under his breath, tapping his pencil along the rows of green beans as he counted.
"Real mature, Summers," Lance said, slightly out of breath as he hauled in another box of donations.
"Stow it, Alvers..." Scott smirked slightly as Lance snorted. "Where's the ball and chain?"
"Amara? She's...huh. Good question. She was here earlier..." Lance rested against the doorframe and frowned. "She said she was going to get a drink and that's the last I saw of her."
"You lookin' for your little girlfriend? She went home." Nettie peered around the door and raised her eyebrow at the boys. "And I don't want to hear one word of complaint about it."
"Why'd she go home?" Scott asked ahead of Lance, feeling slighted about having to stay while Amara got to go.
"I see things, you know. Today's an important day for her and I wasn't gonna make her stay."
"What'd you mean?" Lance demanded, following the woman out of the room. "How do you know it's an important day?" _Fuck me, it's not her birthday is it? _
"String Bean, there's more than one or two ways of lookin' at things. Your little friend has things she needs to do today to make herself feel square with the Powers That Be..." At Lance's confused look, she snapped, "It's the winter solstice, dumbass!"
"So?"
"So? Insensitive, ain't ya? I know she don't celebrate Christmas or Chanukah so that leaves solstice. 'Sides, she's been antsy all mornin' and keeps looking outside at the sun...Like I said, I see things. I know things. And I see you ain't workin' and I know you ain't goin' to lunch unless you get your ass in gear!"
"What a..."
"Watch it!" Nettie called, silencing Lance.
Scott chuckled. "Nice to see she's an equal-opportunity griper."
"This isn't fucking fair," Lance grumbled. "I was supposed to do this with Amara..."
"Huh?" Scott flickered his glance towards the other teenager and found him to be sulking. He could hear Remy and Jubilee being scolded in the front of the small office for something (Scott guessed making out during work) while Rahne clacked away on the typewriter, churning out thank-you notes for companies that sent large donations. It was all mildly distracting so he missed Lance's response, only snapping to attention when the back door to the office slammed shut. "Well, shit. This isn't good." He stared at the closed door for a minute then made a decision. "Nettie!" he bellowed, striding into the small office.
"What is it?" she sighed, already tired of his complaints.
"Lance isn't feeling well. I'm taking him home." _Don't blush, don't blush... _
Nettie narrowed her gaze at him and approached slowly, staring him down. Behind his red lenses, Scott's eyes widened in sudden fear of being called on his lie. Finally, she said, "If you leave now, you gotta come back in the morning and make up the time. Your foster promised me so many hours and damn it, I'm getting so many hours..."
"Fine," Scott sighed. He made a break for it before she could change her mind. "Bye Remy! See you at home! Jubilee..." Scott called as he dashed out. He heard the Asian girl cry out in indignation over being made to stay but Scott did not slow down. _If Lance can go home and see Amara, I can go see Jean. She's still clammed up about Mexico and damn it, I want to know what happened. And I missed her...a lot. A hell of a lot. _ Scott barely noticed as he blew through a yellow light, passing Lance in the Jeep on the way to the mansion.
Lance snorted. _Summers thinks he's getting laid...fat chance. Kitty won't even talk to me and Kurt's lookin' like hell...Jean's probably just as bad. _ Pulling in behind Scott, it was an unspoken race to see who would get in first, neither looking at the other out of a misplaced sense of decorum-_If I don't see him, he doe see see me. _ Scott veered towards the rec room in search of Jean while Lance headed just where he knew Amara would be.
Kitty watched from her doorway as Lance strode past with a determined set to his features. He knocked on Amara's door and waited as Kitty looked on. There was no answer so after another minute, he knocked again, louder. Her voice low, Kitty said, "She's not there. She went out."
"Where?" he snapped, turning to face his old friend only to step back in shock. "Kitty?" Her hair was loose from it's usual ponytail, falling in thick waves around her shoulders. Kitty's pale countenance was highlighted by the dark clothing she was wearing-all black, Lance noted-and the application of deep crimson lipstick and heavy black eyeliner. "Been hanging around Rogue lately?"
Kitty's lips did not even twitch in a smile. Instead, she shifted with the ease of a cat, coming from her leaning position against the doorframe and walking towards him with a rolling gait. "She went outside...she wanted to collect some pine." Nearing Lance, she finally smiled, baring her teeth in a very un-Kitty like expression. "Poor Lance...she abandoned you. You need comforting." She slid her arms around his waist to meet at his back, stroking him along his spine.
"Kitty! Stop it!" He twisted from her grasp, mind reeling. As little as six months before, he would have gladly taken her up on the unspoken offer, right there on the hall carpet. Now, he could not get away fast enough. "What the Hell is wrong with you? You drunk or something?"
"Silly Lance...you know I don't drink..." She stepped back and stroked red-nailed fingers down her throat in an alien gesture. "Well, not alcohol anyway..."1
"Look..." Lance edged along the wall, putting distance between him and Kitty, backing towards the stairs, "I don't know what your deal is, but I ain't gonna get sucked in to some elaborate make-Kurt-jealous routine or something...Just...just...bye!" He backed down the first few steps, his eyes wide and startled, before turning clumsily and hastening the rest of the way to the first floor.
Kitty walked to the railing and looked down into the empty foyer, inhaling deeply. "Fear...yes...fear is good..." she breathed.
"Katzchen?"
Kitty stiffened and swooned back and into Kurt's arms, the teenager rushing forward to catch her. "Kurt..." she said softly, tears rising in her eyes. "How did I get out here?"
"Was? Kitty, I think you need to lay down..." Kurt bent and slid one arm under Kitty's knees, lifting her against his chest. Wincing as his tail lashed involuntarily at her proximity, Kurt ignored Kitty's protests and took her to her room. "Katzchen, we've had a hideous week and we both need rest...you've been acting pretty strange these past two days and I'm worried."
Kitty frowned as he arranged sheets around her, mindful of her stitches. "Lay with me a bit?"
Kurt sighed. He had some last minute shopping to do, but he could not pass a chance to be near Kitty. "For a little while," he conceded, slipping under the duvet to lay next to her. He hissed as his tail made contact with the mattress and fought the urge to swear fluently in every language he had even a passing acquaintance with. "Sorry, Liebes," he said with a faint smile. "I never give my tail much thought until I can't use it."
"Poor baby..." she purred, snuggling close.
"What's with the new look, Schatz?" he asked, inhaling deeply of her hair. "You smell different..."
"Different?" she murmured, lightly kissing his neck. "What do I usually smell like?"
"Strawberries...skin...you..." he sighed, tilting his head as she moved her lips to his Adam's Apple. "Now...it's deeper. Like musk or something."
"Copal,2" she answered against his throat. "It's a resin..."
"Mmmm..." Kurt heard the blood rush past his ears as Kitty's tongue darted out to lap at his chin and throat. "What's with the makeup and hair now?"
"Dunno what came over me," she murmured. With slow but sure movements, she worked her hand down to his waistband and slid it inside, cupping his growing length. "I have a pretty good idea what's come over you, though," she grinned.
"Kitty!" Kurt could not help the smile that crossed his features as Kitty began manipulating his member, squeezing and stroking softly as he squirmed to get closer to her. "Are you sure..."
"Very." She tipped her chin to accept his kiss, nibbling his lower lip to ask for entry, teasing his tongue with her own and exploring the dark recesses of his mouth.
Kurt felt the hunger rise in him quickly, making his breath hitch in his throat as Kitty responded to his roaming hands with soft sighs and mewls of delight. "How sore are you, Liebes?" His voice was muffled against the crook of her neck, sending soft puffs of air across her sensitive skin.
Kitty stretched experimentally. "Er...a bit. But if we're careful..."
"Ja...and so long as I don't forget about my tail..." His hands were already pushing the hem of her shirt up, seeking her breasts under the flimsy cotton of her bra. "Katzchen," he sighed.
"Shhh..." Kitty felt the pull of lust strongly in her belly, stronger than she had ever felt before. Her hands shook against Kurt's shoulders as she held on for what felt like dear life, his kisses searing her jaw line and lips.
"Why?" he breathed. "I like hearing you. I _love _ hearing you..." he corrected himself, nipping at the tender skin on her breast hard enough to leave twin red pinpoints.
Kitty groaned then, and let her eyes flutter shut. "Because," she managed after a moment of Kurt's small kisses on her chest. "Do I have to have a reason?"
"Guess not..." Kurt said, somewhat curious as to what she had been reading or hearing that would make her want to try total silence. Kitty's hands guided him to her nipple and Kurt latched on with all the enthusiasm inherit in hormonal teenaged males, drawing and laving until she was nearly sore before moving to her other breast, his hands caressing her sides and thighs with increasing desperation. Kitty tapped him on the shoulder, drawing his attention away from her breasts and to her face. "Ja?"
"Shhh...." Carefully, she pushed him onto his back and scooted down the bed. She pressed a finger over her closed lips and he nodded, gulping hard. Kitty smiled to herself as she worked his pants down to his knees and ran her hands up the inside of his thighs, tickling and teasing him at the same time. Kurt hissed as she carefully pushed his tail out of the way of her knees, making her frown at his sound of pain. With a moment's pause, she lowered herself as well as she could and kissed his tail near where it was splinted. "Better?" She took his strangled moan for 'yes'. Kitty maneuvered slowly, her stitches protesting when she pulled the wrong way, and began leaving a trail of damp kisses from his chest to just below his navel, pausing every few kisses to nip and lick a random spot. His erection was painfully obvious, brushing her skin as she moved down. With a wink and smile up at Kurt, she took his length slowly into her mouth, sucking as she moved downward, making sure she did not gag as she took him all the way into her throat. Kurt's hands clenched at the sheets as he clamped his teeth together, fighting to stay quiet as per Kitty's request. She withdrew until just the head of his arousal was in her mouth, licking the drops of moisture rising there and tasting the salty tang of his coming release on her tongue. A tiny voice in the back of her head was screaming at her, but she shoved it aside, working to ignore it and focus on Kurt's pleasure instead. His hips rose to meet her mouth and Kitty began drawing on him in earnest, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, alternating licks with a squeeze to his manhood, making him gasp and grunt in withheld passion. She could feel his climax start almost as soon as he could; his hands twisted in her hair and his entire body tensed, shaking for a moment before he turned his head to bury his face in her pillow and smother his cry as spurts of his seed found their way down her throat pasting her soft tongue, still working against the sensitive head of his erection. Even as he softened, Kitty licked him still, cleaning the evidence of his sticky release from his body. Resting her cheek against his stomach, she finally said, "You can talk now."
"I had better get you one hell of a Christmas present," he said shakily.
"Goof...I'm Jewish. How about you just return the favor later?" His heart nod could be felt even though she did not see him. His hands again tangled in her hair, smoothing knots and stroking her neck as they both just held each other, the scent of release heavy in the air. Unbidden, Kitty felt a sharp tug in her mind. _You're a sinner...you're wrong and sick and what you just did is evil. _ Kitty blinked and tensed. _Where the Hell did that come from? _ Another tug and this time the voice was stronger. _ *If you don't repent, you're mine to destroy... * _ Bile rose in her throat as she slowly sat to look at Kurt. "Baby..."
"Ja?"
"Go get the Professor...I think something's wrong..."
1 Semistolen from Dracula. "I do not drink...wine."
2 Sacred incense for many So. American groups. It smells very heady...