Reformed Sinner or Expecting the unexpected

My dear, sweet Chicken ! As if innocent little I would ever force you to retaliate in your next chapter, your choices are your own *laughs* Thanx for all the beautiful compliments dear...and if you don't throw out another glorious chapter soon I'll sulk *hands Chicken a cookie* eee cookie.



Gimpy: after all life as a preservative is tough...I mean...you get stabbed every time someone wants something on toast...how mean!!!



Lina - darling, you really thinks its too much? Should I dumb it down?



Windkaizer - HARSH! I didn't mean too and you take away my ham *wibbly lower lip*



Chapter Twelve



"We need to decide what to do with Mr Creed"



"He can't stay if he hurt a student-"



"He didn't hurt her, he -"



"So explain the broken arm-"



"She fell down the side of a cliff for fucks sake!"



"Watch your language Logan"



"Yeah, right" Logan stamped on his cigar, glaring at Scott,



"Cliff or no, it was Creed who broke her arm-"



"He saved her life!"



"He's a murderer Logan-"



"So am I" Logan and Scott glared at each other, practically nose to nose until Ororo pushed them apart, standing in the way with a hand on each of their chests,



"If we're going to decide what to do with him, we need to do it with clear heads" She said calmly, looking meaningfully at both of them, "we need to ignore that he's an assasin or a murderer or-"



"You don't know him!" Kurt yelled, hearing the plea in his own voice, "You don't know zat he likes marshmallows or zat he knows all zer vords to zer flying purple people eater song or or or or -"



"Breathe Kurt" Ororo said softly, reaching out to him. Nightcrawler drew back as if her touch burnt,



"Or zat he's good on zer inside und er weiß nicht was er ist Tun und er versucht so stark und -" Kurt clamped a hand over his mouth in an attempt to stem the words falling from his mouth. Xaviers eyes turned to him, flashing a little with an emotion that the Nightcrawler couldn't identify,



"He can't stay here Kurt" Scott said, his voice gentle but firm, "he hurt one of the student -"



"He was tryin to help" Everyone stopped what they were doing to turn and look at the Wolverine. Logan was now leant against the doorframe, his hands in his pockets and his expression as openly defiant as ever. Kurt looked at him with a purely grateful expression,



"Much as I regret to agree" Hank sighed, cleaning his glasses on the corner of his shirt, "Mr Creed *does* appear somewhat..." Hank rapidly searched his vast vocabulary for an appropriate word, "reformed" The look in Xaviers eyes was distant for a moment before his secret smile widened just a little,



"Miss Carnigie has awoke and it does indeed appear that Mr Creed was attempting to help, albeit a little clumsily-"



"He's never had trainin before, he handled it as best he could" Logan snapped defensively. Xavier raised a calm hand,



"I understand. Which is why I'm allowing Mr Creed to stay with us" The headmaster said softly, a gentle smile crinkling the corners of his eyes as Kurt gasped, a grin of pure joy taking over his face before he darted forward clasping one of the proffesors hands in his own and shaking it,



"What? Proffesor-"



"Scott" Xavier cut in, just a little sternly, "I assure you, Mr Creed intends no-one in this school any harm" With some force he extracted his hand from Kurts grip and the Nightcrawler turned to fling himself first at Logan and then at Hank, crushing them both in a hug before bouncing on the spot,



"He's staying!" He squeaked, "Mein Gott, bin ich nie so glücklich gewesen! I'm going to go and find him!" BAMPF. Logan waved a hand in front of his face, nose wrinkled as he tried to dispell the pungent Brimstone scent before turning calmly to Hank,



"Think he's happy?" The wolverine growled. Hank hid a smile, looking down as he cleaned his glasses on the edge of his shirt before speaking in a voice that was rich with relieved laughter,



"There may be a slight chance that he is" He glanced up as Logan flung himself onto the chair beside him, lighting a cigar almost instantly,



"Come along Scott, we need to talk" Xavier said sternly as he wheeled out from the room, "and Hank, I'd like that report some time in the evening, if it's convenient" He called over his shoulder,



"Convenience is my middle name, Proffesor" Hank smiled, resting his head back against the edge of the sofa, "well, I think that was a good display of solidarity, my friend" His smile - his entire body - froze as he felt a hand rest casually against his thigh,



"Mmm" Logan squeezed, mimicking Hanks pose and staring at the ceiling, holding his cigar between his teeth, "do you -" BAMPF



"I can't find him" Kurts face appeared - upside down but still distinctly worried - in Logans line of sight. He frowned as Kurts hands rested on his shoulders, two thick fingers tapping a nervous rhythm, "he's not in his room" Logans frown deepened as Nightcrawler worried his lower lip between his teeth, reaching up the canadian used a finger to pull the lip from between Kurts sharp teeth,



"I'll-"



"I shall locate, Mr Creed and inform him of our decision" Hank pulled himself out of the chair, wondering about *why* Logan hadn't removed his hand when Kurt had walked in, "ones olfactory senses should be sufficient in finding him" Hank tried to resist a smile as Nightcrawler positively *beamed* at him, Wolverine started to argue



"I -"



"Will stay here and calm down everyones favourite blue elf?" Hank said smoothly, shrugging on his coat, "how awfully kind of you to volunteer Wolverine" He grinned widely in the face of Logans scowl before nodding to Kurt, "I'll shall retrieve Sabretooth. I presume you wish to speak to him?" Kurt nodded enthusiastically, watching the gentle doctor walk to the door before -



"Hank!" His mouth called without any intervention from his brain. Hank turned, a questioning, bushy eyebrow raised, "danke"



"Bitte" The doctor replied with a slight incline of his head, shooting Logan a meaningful glance before leaving the room, carfeully closing the door behind him. Logan stood up before the tension could start to make the little hairs on the back of his neck rise, moving over to the window and looking out over the grounds, able to feel Kurts gaze on the back of his neck,



"He'll find him" Logan said confidently, Hanks nose was *almost* as good as his own - BAMPF



"I know" Kurt whispered, hot breath and the sticky scent of brimstone burst softly against the back of the Wolverines neck and it took nearly everything he'd got to keep back a shiver, his focus, his senses - and other things - perfectly at attention,



"They say we should talk"



"They say ve should talk" There was a pause after they had both spoken at the same time. Logan wasn't quick enough to supress a shiver as Kurts soft laughter gently ruffled his hair,



"You first, fuzzface" Logan said, purposefully keeping his voice playful - he *felt* it when Kurt moved away to sit on the sofa, legs crossed in a yoga like position.Turning to look at the teleporter Logan caught the tail end of the worried expression that flittered across Kurts face,



"I...ve...Creed and I...he thinks..." Kurt huffed a sigh, looking up with a frown as the Wolverine moved over to sit next to him before hurridly dropping his gaze to his hands, folded in his lap - Logan had to fight the urge to bite the smooth length of neck exposed to him as he settled back, a single dark blue curl hung just behind the Nightcrawlers pointed ear, seemingly pointing to the soft skin in a distinctly 'kiss me' kind of way, "I'm not very good at this" Kurt admitted in a defeated tone, chewing his lower lip and inwardly growling at the butterflies practicing acrobatics in his belly,



"Me either" Logan laughed softly, unable and unwilling to stop himself reaching out to trace a finger along the Nightcrawlers jawline, lifting his chin with a knuckle until Kurt faced him, almost stubbornly refusing to meet his eyes - not that Logan was complaining, it gave him a chance to study Nightcrawlers face...something about the blue German made him think of tender innocence, "how about we *don't* talk?" Kurt looked up into soft brown eyes, warm and more tentative than he could ever remember seeing and his eyes were rivetted to Logans mouth which seemed suddenly soft and totally inviting and when had his arms become wrapped around Logans neck? When had his hands tangled in the Wolverines silky hair? When did they start to drift closer and - oh *god* - when had Logan learned to do that with his tongue? A soft, yeilding moan fell from Kurt before he was even aware of it building as he felt one of Logans hands on his thigh, shifting them both around until Kurt was lieing beneath the Wolverine, limber legs shifting to wrap tightly around Logans waist -



"Never vant to let you go" Kurt whispered fiercely into the crook of the Wolverines neck, breathing deep, trying to remember everything - touch, taste, feel, scent, everything, all at once,



"Who said y'gotta?" Logan growled back as Kurts hands ran over what felt like his entire body all at the same time, clever three fingered hands that seemed to know exactly where to linger - the small of his back and the crook of his hip - squeezing curiously,



"Off" Kurt pleaded, tugging at the zipper for the leather uniform - he could feel the heat of the Wolverines skin through it, wondering how on earth the other man could stand all that confinement, he grinned to himself as he exposed miles of flesh and hard muscles. Where Nightcrawler was sleek, Wolverine was lithe, muscles picked softly, deliciously picked out in tender skin, a light dusting of hair covered his chest and Kurt couldn't resist burying his face in it, hearing Logan growl deeply above him as he found a nipple and latched on. One of Wolverines hands skimmed between them, flicking open buttons one by one, his hand splaying out against Kurts chest, tickling the soft fur lightly - Kurt giggled, breaking away a little to grin up at him, "neun-"



"Ja" Logan grinned back, "this is for all the embarresing stunts you pulled, fuzz bucket" He laughed, keeping the Nightcrawler pinned as he tickled him thourougly, listening to the giggles and laughter that erupted from Kurt - hips bucked up against his own, attempting to throw him off, three fingered hands tried and failed to grasp his own - weak from the giggles - Kurt *squirmed*,



"Alright! Stop stop! Logan!" Nightcrawler tried to curl in on himself, giggling madly, his tail pushing the underside of Logans chin in an attempt to get him to stop, "Logan you vin! I give - ach no! - I give in! I give IN!" He collapsed back against the sofa as the Wolverine stopped, his hands still lightly holding Logans wrists, ready to clamp around if there was even a *hint* of further tickling. He looked up into a gentle smile, feeling the last of his giggles slide away Kurt leant up for a very slow, very serious kiss. Logans tongue flickered against his lower lip, almost chastly asking entrance, and Kurt opened to him, sucking lightly on the Wolverines tongue, encouraging exploration and feeling a deep moan rumble through the both of them - unsure from which one it had erupted,



"Want you" Logan confessed, trailing hot, wet kisses down Kurts neck, snuffling a little in the crook of the Nightcrawlers neck, inspiring a soft huff of laughter, "wanted you for so long, wanted to take you, make you mine, have you for my own-"



"Logan" Kurt breathed softly, one hand reaching up to card thick fingers through Logans hair as the kisses went lower, trailing down his chest, "Logan, yes" Kurts hips twisted in suprise as Logan pulled down his zipper, pulling out his cock, stroking it demandingly to full hardness before lowering his head once more - "YES!" Kurt clapped a hand over his mouth to forstall the noises he was making as Logans mouth - hot, wet, sucking cavern of sheer sheer sheer perfection - closed over him. A clever tongue rippled and jolted along the heated skin of his cock sending waves of pleasure crashing through his system. He whined through the mesh of his fingers as Logans mouth left him, only to return a moment later, licking and kissing slightly lower - "Fuck! Logan *please*-" Kurt choked out as Logans tongue swirled around his entrance, pressing in and slowly, teasingly lathing the tight ring of muscles, gently loosening it before Logan sat back, shifting to hover over him. Kurt wrapped his arms around Logans neck, grinding his hips up at the same time as drawing out another heated kiss,



"No lube-"



"Don't care" Kurt interuptted breathlessly, "vant to feel it - *now* Logan" He demanded, "I've vaited for you too long" Logan nodded wordlessly, trembling from the effort of *not* ravishing and breaking this tender morsel who was so willing beneath him. Kurt forced his hips still from their writhing as the Wolverines cock nudged at his entrance,



"Sure?" He asked one last time,



"I'm no virgin, Logan, bitte, bitte, I need you- ah!" Kurt gasped, eyes squeezing shut as Logans cock nudged into him, sliding pass the relaxed ring of muscles fairly easily. Wolverine forced his eyes open, to gaze down at the rapture that had overtaken the Nightcrawlers face, Kurts hips twitched a little as he re-adjusted to the hot hard length sheathed inside of him as Logan ground forward until his balls rested snugly against Kurts deep blue ass. Logan held still, feeling it all, the tightness rippling around him, squeezing when he wasn't expecting it, the brush of Kurts fur - soft and just a little damp now - against his chest, lower belly *everywhere* Logan felt wrapped in warm blue fur. Kurts fingers scrabbled at his back, his waist, gripping his ass, "Move, liebe, please, please-" Nightcrawler started to chant, his hips moving as much as the could, a low whine pulled from his throat as Logan slowly pulled back, almost all the way out, Kurt was just starting to panic, thinking that he'd done something wrong when Logans hips slammed forward, wrenching a loud moan from the blue german as pleasure coursed through his system. Again out...-in. Kurt writhed, moaning and pulling Logan down until he could coax him into a kiss, their tongues writhing together even as Logans torturously slow thrusts continued to wrack his body in hard, lingering bursts of pleasure. Kurt was pretty sure that the tip of Logans cock was striking his heard, he wouldn't have been at all surpised if there was a Logan shaped hole in his soul, Wolverien was carving out a place for himself and Nightcrawler was more than willing. Kurts hand slid between them, ignoring his stiff cock that bobbed between them to touch the place where their bodies were joined, feeling Logan stiffen in suprise for a moment before his thrusts sped up and up and up - Kurts moans became almost wails, breaking the kiss as red and black and white danced together on the back of his eyelids - how could anyone move that *hard*? That *perfect* that that, "Yes! Logan! Close! Mein liebe bitte-" Later on Kurt would be thankful that Logan had leant down, capturing his mouth in a kiss and forstalling the babbling nonesense that had started to fall from his lips. Kurt wailed into the kiss, hips snapping up to meet Logans thrust one last time before he froze, his orgasm setting him trembling helplessly beneath the Wolverine. Logan snarled, biting into the tender flesh of Kurts shoulder - claiming him, marking him - coming hard enough that shape, smell, scent, taste, none of it mattered but Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, "yes..." Nightcrawler breathed into his ear, bringing Logan back to reality, back to the comforting feel of Kurts fingers carding through his hair, gentle kisses pressed on the top of his head,



"Mine" Logan growled, holding Kurt tight enough to make him squeak,



"Ja, Logan, mein liebe" He whispered, smiling a little and nearly bursting with joy, "yours"



~*~



Hank found him sitting by the pond, the legs of his pants rolled up to his knees, his legs in the water...sat back and chewing a long stem of grass, Creed looked almost content. The picture would have been perfect bar the scowl on Sabretooths face,



"Penny for your thoughts" Hank said, sitting cross legged beside the assasin, the man he'd formerly called enemy, and earned himself a glare,



"Where am I gonna go? That's what I'm thinkin" Creed said softly, voice thick with an angry growl, "I'll be damned if I'm goin back to Canada to freeze my ass off-"



"They decided to let you stay" The doctor interupted with a smile, watching as relief flickered over Creeds face before a scowl set in and the assasin went back to contemplating the water, legs kicking slightly,



"You don't want me to stay, do you?"



"Oh don't be ridiculous Creed" Hanks words were softened by a gentle tone of voice, "I don't know what you've done - and, quite frankly, I'm not sure I want too - but whatever it is Logan and Kurt are...happier than I have seen them for quite some time" He said, picking absently at the grass, wondering just how cold the water was. Creed smirked, looking at the doctor from the corner of his eye, Hanks head was bowed but he could *just* make out the hint of a dark blue blush,



"And that's the closest y'can get to sayin thank you?" Creed laughed softly as the doctor looked up at him, scowling just a little - Creed cut off the words with a finger pressed against the Doctors - startlingly soft - lips, "I'm playin, don't worry about it" The assassin didn't move his finger, simply...let it slide, gently tracing the soft contors of Hanks lower lip -



"No"



"I didn't-"



"I know. Just...no" Hank said softly, pulling away. Creeds eyes narrowed as he looked at the dark blue blush and ludicrously long lashes - so very like Kurt, he mused absently - and a flash of inspiration hit him,



"You're not a virgin are you?" He growled inquisitivly. Hank looked up at him, his expression perfectly blank before he roared - literally roared - with laughter. Creed watched, just a little bemused, as Hank wrapped his arms around his stomach, still laughing, and fell backwards, lieing in the grass as his humor bounced around the grounds, "in the face of adversity p-proclaim ignorance of the other side!" Hank giggled, waving his arms grandly in the air in front of him,



"What?" Creed asked, leaning over him, taking his legs out of the water. Hank reached up, patting his cheek just a little roughly,



"Never mind, Creed" The doctors grin was gentle almost...loving as he looked up at Creed from the grass,



"Just for a minute" The assasin growled, "just for a minute" let me give you what you want. Hanks eyes widened a little as he understood, watching, but not saying anything, as Creed removed the glasses from the end of the Doctors nose, swiping away a lock of blue hair with the back of one finger before leaning down. Hank moaned softly as the assasins lips pressed against his own, opening his mouth willingly to a wandering tongue. Creed kept his eyes open, captivated by the *need* on the doctors face, he'd expected a reaction but he hadn't expected such *want*, he could smell the desire pouring off Hank even as large blue hands fisted in his shirt, clinging desperately. There was something missing from the kiss and Creed just *knew* that Hank was counting sixty seconds when the kiss was broken off midway. The Doctor stood, straightening out his clothes and swiping the grass from his back. Hank didn't make eye contact, his voice unusually soft even for him as he spoke,



"They're waiting for you in the second study I think" Creed huffed a sigh, heaving himself to his feet and watching as the gentle, kind *needing* doctor walked away from him.



~*~



"Lieblings...ve...have to talk to Hank"



"Mmhmm"



"Yeah...yeah we do"



"-ow Creed! Teeth!"



"Sorry"



"When? There Kurt...THERE!"



"Gottit, Logan...mm-tommorow?"



"Yeah, yeah, yeah"



"Mmmm kay"