Inner Conflicts

Inner Conflicts -- Part 12 Inner Conflicts Part 12 Tabitha raised an eyebrow as Lance came sliding down the banister.  For the past week, the boy had been in nothing but a good mood, which of course, kept the others acting all giddy.  Todd was out pickpocketing for arcades.  Freddy would make Todd give up some money so that he could buy some food.  Pietro was out running through the streets beating cars and trains in his imaginary race, and hitting on whatever group of girls he came across. Tabitha liked to hang out anywhere she could. And each time they all got back into the house at 6 pm, Lance was either taking a nap or just chilling on the couch, watching t.v. with a smug grin on fac face.  He'd wave hi to everybody, eat whatever dinner they managed to throw together, then go to sleep without another word. At first, she thought it had to do something with Kitty.  Maybe the twit actually offered herself to him or something.   But around school, she was surprised to see that they were hardly around each other anymore.  In fact, Kitty had approached her to ask if Lance "was, like, okay or anything.'" So maybe a mystery girl? Tabitha didn't know.  And maybe she didn't want to know.  Whatever the reason , Lance was in a good mood and everybody was happy.  Just so long as what he was doing was perfectly legal.  No sense in getting into trouble with the law. X Kurt nearly got detention twice. His face still burned from the humiliation of being chewed out by his teacher. He had zoned out thinking about the day before, when he had inadvertentlllenllen asleep in Lance's arms. . . and the guy actually did nothing to him.  Nothing. A perfect opportunity, he was sure, for Lance to molest him in some way. And he hadn't. He felt relieved. . . but at the same time. . . disappointment? After all, it's what he came to expect from the guy.  So why was he still visiting Lance at his house? For that matter, why was he letting Lance drive him to  the Institute as well? "I'm the only one that will love you. . ." were his words.  Was he serious? Jthe the thought of him being . . . that friendly. . . with a guy was enough to make him blush and freeze up.  Not to mention that Lance had taken advantage of him.  How could anyone willingly go through that pain? Do guys learn to enjoy it? Kurt looked up from his shuffling feet and paused. Lance stood across the hall, talking to some girl. He glanced Kurt's way and winked, then continued talking. Kurt looked away as he headed to his class, unsure of absolutely everything. A few moments later, the halls were empty as the bell rang. X Lance washed the couple plates he and Kurt had used for the strawberries and whip cream.  He laughed to himself when he realized how naive Kurt could be.  To Kurt, strawberries and whip cream were just that. . . strawberries and whip cream.  But to Lance, it was sex food. And thanks to J, Kurt was going to start thinking of it as sex food too. Lance could hear Kurt fixing the papers they had just gone over on the small coffee table.  He knew that yesterday's events probably made Kurt too nervous to go upstairthouthout good reason. So he made it seem like the living room was his choice. "Man, let's just take a break," he said, glancing at the clock.  There was still time, and judging by the way Kurt's breathing had changed, and how he kept tugging at his collar, the aphrodisiacs were taking their effect.  Now if only. . .  "Why don't you turn on the tv and see what's on?" A few moment later, he heard it clicking on. Lance grinned. X Kurt made a face at Lance's suggestion.  But. . . it was better than sitting in uncomfortable silence.   Kurt tugged at his collar again.  It was hot in this place, and he kept shivering each time he felt a draft ruffle his fur. He looked around, spotted the remote, and clicked the television on. Moa sou sounds filled the room. . . . . . and Kurt's jaw dropped, his eyes widened, and the remote slipped from his loose grip. Some woman's boobs bounced on the screen before the camera pulled back to show some guy's penis plungintointo her. It looked big and hard. . . almost like the way his had feltn hen he and Lance had... His hand rose to his mouth as he felt himself hardening. "Gutt gott," he whispered, his brain in shock while his hormones went into over drive. "Harder, harder!" came the woman's voice on the screen, as the camera showed a close up of the actual penetration.   Kurt felt weak in the knees. The tv showed the two gasping in plre. re. Was this what sex was all about? They looked like they were in pain! "Mein gott, doesn't that hurt?" "Not if you're doing it right," came a husky whisper in his ear, as one arm wrapped around his chest, and a hand cupped his crotch. Lips touched the side of his neck and Kurt felt a shocking wave fire run down his spine and into his pelvis.  His hips jerked forward involuntarily, deciding that it now had a mind of his own. A soft "Oh!" escaped his lips, as he knees lost all their strength and he slumped into Lance's arms. X Lance grinned before gently nibbling on Kurt's neck. The blue mutant shuddered violently before releasing another soft moan.  Lance felt as if his own dick was going to burst through his jeans. But he had to keep his control.  This one was for Kurt's pleasure, not his own. With deft fingers, he unbuttoned Kurt's pants, and pulled the zipper down, all the while half dragging Kurt back towards the couch. His hand pulled Kurt's pants down to his hips and then turned him around. Kurt's hands weakly grabbed at his shoulders as Lance wrapped his arms around his waist and hoisted him up.  A pair of legs wrapped around him as well as a tail. Both mutants fell into the couch, their pelvises grinding into each other. Kurt cried out, his head thrown back, exposing his neck. Lance continued to kiss his neck while his fingers worked on removing Kurt's shirt. As soon as he exposed his chest, he ran his hands upwards, causing the blue boy to shudder violently. Kurt's eyes looked like he was drunk, and he probably was, on sensations that he had never felt before on his life. His eyes rolled back as his grip tightened on Lance's shirt. Lance shifted over to one side, turning his attention to the other side of Kurt's neck, and his bare shoulder.  The unbuttoned shirt was now pushed over both shoulders, immobilizing the blue mutant to a certain extent.  With one arm, he pulled Kurt's upper body close to him, while with his other continued to massage Kurt's crotch, before slipping his hand into his boxers. He pulled his head up to see Kurt's reaction as his hand found Blue boy's shaft. He drew it out and stroked it, smiling as Kurt closed his eyes and let out a sharp cry.  His muscles looked tense and his breathing was harsh. X Kurt tried to protest.  He didn't want this, but. . . Lance was making him feel things he never felt before.  They were so good that it hurt!  He felt his shaft growing and hardening with each gentle stroke that Lance did. He cracked his eyes open and saw that he still had an unobstructed view of the television. What he saw was the woman dribbling spit on the guy's mushroom shaped head and then swallowing it, using her hand to cover the rest of him and moving it up and down in time with her head. A moment later, he felt something warm and velvety envelope his, and he became aware of the sudden absence of a body next to him. He had only enough energy to catch a glimpse of Lance doing what the woman had been doing before another jolt rose from his tail bone straight to his head. X Lance watched with wicked delight as Kurt struggled to break out of his hormonal induced dazed.  But the head he was giving him apparently broke that resolve. It wasn't something that he had ever thought of himself doing. . . but it was worth the effort to get what he wanted. Kurt was panting now, and trying to say something.  A few whimpers escaped that egged him on, wanting to see Kurt's face when he experienced his real first ejaculation. Lance let go of Kurt's dick and pushed himself up, lying down on top of the smaller mutant.  His own pants had been removed, leaving him in boxers. He aligned himself to Kurt's exposed dick and pressed down into him. Kurt arched his back, pressing back into him. Lance resumed his attack on Kurt's neck, hands trailing up and down Kurt's side, as he grinded relentlessly into Kurt. The blue mutant was now trembling violently.  It wasn't long now. X Gods, he needed something, but he didn't know what!  He felt like he was going to explode.  And the way Lance was moving against him, it brought him closer to an unexplored edge. Kurt felt himself tightening his legs around Lance's hips, rollroll his hips to thrust up against Lance. He felt something growing in him, and it burned. He let out another cry as a hand wrapped around his manhood and gave it a gently tug. That burn escaped him. X Lance felt Kurt shudder one last time as something warm gushed over his hand.  One sweet cry of completion escaped Kurt's lips before the mutant collapsed in exhaustion.  His breathing slowed and his eyes fluttered, trying to remain open. Lance felt his own body still trembling with need.  As much as he wanted to continue to use Kurt to enjoy his own release, he didn't. Instead, he let himself lay down on the boy and took deep breaths to calm his excited body down. He buried his face into Kurt's neck and sighed. Kurt's breathing evened out, letting Lance know that he had fallen asleep. Lance chuckled to himself.  He had worn Kurt out. Now, it all depended on Kurt when he woke up. A few minutes later, Lance joined Kurt in slumberland. X The first thing that Kurt was aware of . . . it was a big warm weight pressing down on him.  The second thing he was aware of, was that his shirt was open, exposing his chest, and his pants and boxers were at his hips.  His eyes snapped open and he found himself staring up towards the ceiling, as well as a leather clad shoulder. Lance! he thought.  No. . . NO!! This isn't what I wanted!  I. . . how could I let him?! And yet. . . it had felt good. . . and he wanted a bit more. His breath froze in his throat as he felt Lance start to shift.  A soft moan vibrated against his sensitive neck, sending chills down Kurt's spine, and blood into his body parts below his waist. He also felt his face growing warm. Lance pushed up, and brown eyes locked into pale yellow ones. X Lance stared down into a pair of very troubled eyes.  And, judging from the growing hardness pressing against his upper thigh, and flushed cheeks, a slightly aroused blue elf. Lance smiled as gently as he could and brushed a lock of indigo hair away from Kurt's cheek. Kurt's eyes shifted over to watch Lance's hand before moving back to look at Lance. Lance continued to smile gently as he brushed his fingers over Kurt's lips. Kurt visibly swallowed. "I, um, I should be. . . getting b-back," he stammered. "In a minute," Lance said.  "I just want to enjoy this moment a little bit longer." Kurt's face turned away from him, his expression still troubled. Lance knew that Kurt's thoughts and emotions were one hell of a mess. . . but if he continued playing it right, Kurt's thoughts were all going to lead to him.  At least, enough to accept his fate as being loved only by him. Lance got off of Kurt and pulled up his pants all the way, feeling the residue of Kurt's cum on his stomach. He shrugged it off as he pulled his shirt back over him. Kurt slowly got off the couch and pulled up his own pants, taking care not to look at Lance. His face was hidden by a curtain of hair, and his movement were almost clumsy. He paused when Lance handed him his shirt. Kurt took it without a second glance, put it on, and buttoned it up.   Lance had already gathered Kurt's stuff when the blue mutant looked up. "Thank you," whispered Kurt, not sure just what he was thanking Lance for. "Come on, let's go," said Lance. X The air whipped Kurt's hair in his face, but it didn't bother him. The scenery was as green as always, but it didn't captivate his interest. A warm hand on his knee made him jerk. "I think it's time we should let other people know about us," he heard Lance ask. "Vhat? Just vhat is it that ve should let people know about?" Kurt stared at Lance, eyes wide and scared. Lance gave him a weird look.  "The tutoring?  I mean, the rest of your squad will be suspicious if they ever see us together.  And this way, you don't have to really sneak off when we meet for lunch." "Oh," responded Kurt, before looking away, feeling his face all hot.  He had assumed that Lance meant. ell.ell. . . the thing they just had gone through.   Lance pulled up near the Institute.  He parked the jeep and turned to face Kurt. "See ya tomorrow, okay?" he said softly, using one finger to caress Kurt's cheeks. Kurt slowly nodded, a slight quiver going through his body. Lance continued to smile gently at him as the German youth got out of the jeep and ported away. A few moments later, he put his jeep in gear and took off. X Kurt stopped right in front of the mansion's front door.  He took a deep breath.  He was back home where he was completely safe. So why did he feel like a part of him was missing? Kurt glanced back towards the gate. Lance. . . . . . what the hell have you done to me? tbc