Constant Craving

CONSTANT CRAVING CHAPTER THIRTEEN (NC-17)
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A/N Oh, Goddess Foxfeather...Tedbits, coming up...so to speak...um, that really wasn't supposed to sound perverted but it did...lol. Mille grazie for beta'ing! InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are super fantastic and great for archiving. They get personal servants for life now... :) Vampyre, I think Rocky and 2-D are fighting...get the camera! Readers/Reviewers: The ducks have fallen back...I think we've got them routed! Now, if we can just get them to stop singing the score to WestSide Story...



Evening was drawing nigh in Bayville and the mansion had been painfully silent since the Danger Roocidecident that morning. Girls avoided guys, guys avoided each other...all with the exception of Jamie and Rahne who earned filthy looks from everyone. Kitty was close to tears most of the day, feeling something between frustration and betrayal mixed with a heavy dose of guilt. _I can't hate Kurt, I don't hate Kurt...I'm just pissed as Hell at this whole boy's club fighting shit! What's wrong with them? Rogue is former Brotherhood and we have no problem with her... Amara's an outright bitch most of the time and she's getting better to get along with...The females here have no problems getting along. Is it the testosterone? _ She chewed the ends of her ponytail in contemplation, staring at the commercial playing across the screen, advertising some grand new product with wings.
"Why the Hell does anyone want wings on those things?" Jubilee's voice broke into her reverie.
Kitty started. "Huh? Oh...It's supposed to keep them in place..."
"More like make them more of a pain in the ass than usual..." Jubilee flopped down on the couch next to her friend and checked her watch. "Is it on yet?"
"Five minutes..." Kitty scooted over to make more room as Jean and Rogue entered together. "Hey."
"How much longer?" Jean sat next to Jubilee, Rogue perching on the arm of the sofa and leaning against the back.
"Five minutes," Jubilee and Kitty answered together. This was their weekly ritual, watching "their show" on local reruns and dissecting it afterwards.
Rogue cleared her throat and paused, searching for the best way to phrase her statement. Finally, she said, "So now what? I mean, they obviously aren't all kiss-and-make-up, and someone is lying about what happened in the Danger Room...Todd's got a broken finger and twisted his ankle! You know he of all people needs to be able to use his legs!"
"Calm down, Rogue, " Jean said with the barest hint of a smirk, "He'll be fine...he'll just have to avoid hopping for a while!"
"That's not the point..."
Kitty put in, "Well, Kurt got hurt fighting with Lance. He's got a black eye."
"How can you tell under the blue fur?" Jubilee asked snidely, earning a sharp elbow in her ribs.
"Is it on yet?" Amara asked, verging on breathless as she strode into the room.
"Three minutes," Kitty answered. "How'd your day go?"
"Well," Amara say on the other arm of the couch, next to Kitty, "it went well. Lance is bruised and bloody and pissed, he's not getting laid so he's tight as a bow string, and I'm verging on exploding because I haven't had sex in almost a week."
Jean ducked her head and hid a snigger behind a cough. "Well, that's a lot of detail. Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?"1
"Shut up." Amara squished herself between Kitty and the arm of the couch, pushing everyone close together and making Rogue suddenly wary of touch.
"Watch it..." the Southern girl snarled. "Shhhh! It's starting..."

Kurt had been deliberating confronting Kitty all day. On one hand, he wanted to chew her out for giving him the cold shoulder, on the other, he wanted to apologize and promise to make nice with Lance and Todd and Remy. One yet another hand..._Hmmm. That makes it my tail. So on my tail, I am confused as Hell and think she's the one being childish, not me! _ He checked the time and saw that it was near five pm; _Kitty will be in the rec room. It's Saturday Night Girls' Club...they'll all be there... _ With a sigh, he sat on the edge of his bed and ran his hands through his hair, frustration coursing through his veins. The earlier ecstasy with Kitty had only served to make him even more frustrated than before; instead of release soothing his nerves, it made them more fraught, made him crave her presence more. _I'm not addicted to sex...I'm not with her for her body...God, I love her so much and every time I touch her it makes me feel like I'm on fire and I don't ever want that to stop...I'd die if we were apart. _ With a sigh torn from his chest like his very heart was being ripped apart, Kurt forced himself to his feet. _Well begun is half done...who the Hell comes up with these sayings? _

Remy and Lance were nursing bruises and sore limbs, Todd sitting between them in the den of the boathouse. "I tol' you it'a be painful..."
"My ankle's all swollen, yo! I can't hop or nothin'!" Todd was mad as Hell. "You guys didn't tell me nothin' about what was goin' on...you just said for me to be there at a certain time...man, you got me all busted up!" _And my girlfriend is mad at me! _
Lance sighed a little painfully. One of Remy's charges had sent a piece of equipment sailing into Lance's ribs and he suspected at least one was cracked if not broken entirely. "Toad, look, the fewer people who knew what the plan was, the less likely it was for it to go FUBAR.2"
"Bullshit!" Todd snapped.
"Look, homme, I sorry dat you get hurt like dat but Lance be right..." Remy shifted the ice pack over his eye. "It be best dat at leas' on o'us look shocked et what not...didn' want Scott ta tink it look too rehearsed, eh?"
Todd snorted. "It'd be nice to warn a guy you were gonna blow shit up, huh?" He shifted down the sofa, staring balefully at the fuzzy picture on television.
Lance grumbled, "It's not like you're missing out on anything..._we're _ the ones getting no love from our women."
Something in Todd snapped. Gingerly, he stood and hobbled to that he was facing the two males still on the couch and in a voice neither of them had heard before, full of anger and pride and something neither could readily identify, Todd said loudly, "I am in love with Rogue. She's in love with me. We love each other. She is my _girlfriend... _ " Todd bared his teeth in an angry grimace. "So I've got all sorts of shit on the line here...don't fucking assume that you're the only ones with problems!"
Lance barked in laughter. "You? And Rogue? Not fucking likely! One of the hottest girls on the Eastern Seaboard and you!"
Remy saw a flame in Todd's eyes, a certain set to his features, and knew there was at least a modicum of truth in what the teenager was saying. "Homme, he not lyin'...at least he not think he lyin'..."
Todd growled, a sound that would have made Logan proud. "Fine. You don't fucking believe me...I'll prove it. C'mon!" He limped painfully towards the front door, turning on his good leg and snapping impatiently. "You comin'?"
"Where we goin'?" Lance did not want to move and he groaned at the thought of even getting up to use the bathroom. "Can't it wait?"
"No! You don't believe me. I'm gonna prove that I have just as much to lose as you do, if not more. Now get up!"
"Homme, "Remy said dangerously, "you best watch dat tongue o'yours..." With a faint flick of his wrist, Remy held up a card between two fingers. "Don' make me use dis..."
"Toad, you don't know what you're getting into..." Lance may have been annoyed with his friend but he did not want him hurt. He felt honestly queasy at the idea of Todd being embarrassed in front of the X Men. "I don't want to have to kick anyone's ass because you're mouth's writing checks your ass can't cash."
"Fucking come with me!" Todd was to the point of sliming them both to shut them up and dragging them forcibly to find Rogue. "I want to prove this to you!"
Remy sighed and stood, wincing as his thigh muscles protested. "Fine. We come with ya, mais si she scream an' run off, I'm gonna fry you. Got it?"
"Yeah, yeah..." Todd waved a negligent hand. "C'mon" Lance and Remy exchanged long suffering glances and slowly followed Todd.

"I still think it's some lesbian affair..." Jean's voice caught Scott's attention, making him stop and walk backwards a few feet until he drew even with the rec room entrance.
Kitty was braiding her own hair during a commercial break; she sighed at Jean's comment. "It's not a lesbian affair...they're best friends, soul mates3..."
Jubilee piped up, "Soul mates! So that means they love each other and..."
"No!" Rogue snapped. "First off, you can have several soul mates...it just means that you are deeply, profoundly connected to someone or some people and there doesn't have to be sex..."
"But it helps," Jean muttered, making Kitty snicker. NYWANYWAY," Rogue said loudly, "being soul mates is so much deeper than beinst fst fuck buddies or even lovers...It's like you have this..." she gestured, stuck for words.
"...profound connection," Kitty sighed. "Like you're joined in some way that can never be severed..."
"She's gone over all cow-eyed again," Amara said. "Oh! Back on..."
They watched in rapt silence for a few moments before Jean said "So Kitty...what's this Joxer fixation you have?"
"It's not just Joxer," Jubilee giggled. "She has a secret crush on Ted Raimi."4
"Not that secret, " Kitty groused, "Not if you knew about it! Besides, he's cute in that goofy sort of way...sexy, really."
"Oh, come on!" Jubilee nudged her hard. "You have every movie he's ever been in and a lot of t.v. shows...Every episode of seaQuest on tape... "
"And," Kurt's voice drifted from the doorway, laced with humor, "not to mention several pictures she thinks I don't know about..."
"Kurt!" Despite her periphery annoyance with him, Kitty's face flamed red. "Don'eak eak up on me!"
"Sorry...didn't mean to interrupt _Xena _ time for you girls..."
Rogue threw a pillow at him. "Then don't...there's ten minutes left...shut up..."
"But I have to talk to Kitty."
"Kurt, c'mon...girl time. Wait? Please?" Kitty gave him her best doe-eyed expression and Kurt melted to it. With a soft sigh, he sank into a wing-backed chair near the sofa and tried to make sense of the rest of the show.
"Is that guy Jesus?"
"No, he's Eli5. Shut up." Rogue threw the other pillow at him and fixed her attention on the screen.
Kurt picked at the pattern on the upholstery, only perking up when the end credit rolled. "Now can we talk?"
"Of course, babe..." Kitty pried herself from between Amara and Jubilee, stretching to expose a smooth expanse of stomach. "What do you need?"
You. "I want to talk about...Can we talk alone?" he asked eyeing the other girls staring at him avidly.
Kitty pinked slightly. "Um, sure..." Jean rd a d a brow as if to say "be careful," and Kitty held out her hand for Kurt to take. "Kitchen?"
"Ja, that's fine..." He had the uncomfortable feeling of being talked about as soon as they cleared the room. "Kitty, about earlier..."
Kitty held up a hand. "Look, sweetie, I'm not mad at you. I'm really not. It's just that this whole us versus them thing that you boys have going on is driving me-us-nuts! We want men, not boys. And until you can act like it, you can't us us as women."
"Vas?" Kurt felt an icy hand of panic clutch his chest. "Katzchen..." With shaking hands, he pressed her palms to his chest, over his racing heart, "What do you mean?"
"Oh, Kurt! Never!" Kitty was mortified. "I'm not breaking up with you! Never, ever, never!" Tears dripped from her lower lashes and, somewhat relieved, Kurt swept them away with his thumb, her breath on his palm making his mouth go dry.
"You scared me..."
"Baby, listen carefully." Kitty took a deep breath and pressed herself to Kurt's torso, his warmth enveloping her even as her arms slid around his back. "I love you so much and I know you love me. I'm not worried about it anymore. I admit I used to be..." She leaned her head against his shoulder, listening to his breath and feeling his pulse. He was waiting, she knew. _He'll wait forever if he thinks it's important enough... _ "But now I know better. I trust you implicitly and you know I'm yours entirely...but also you need to know that just because we're lovers, that doesn't mean either one of us are automatically entitled to sex."
Kurt drew back slightly and frowned a little at her. "Katzchen, what are you saying?"
Kitty bit her lip and sighed. _I can't just outright tell him...word will spread and then they'll make nice just to have sex... _ "Kurt, I love you with every fiber of my being and I trust that you are intelligent enough to figure out my reasons for not going to bed with you for a while..." Before he could respond, Kitty stood on her tiptoes and pressed a sweet, soft kiss to his parted lips. "Love you."
"Me, too," he sighed as she stepped out of his embrace. Kitty gave him a sad smile as she tripped lightly back to the rec room. _If I didn't love her so much, I'd shake her silly. _ Male voices from the other room made Kurt force himself to follow Kitty's path back to the rec room. There, Scott stood glaring behind Remy and Lance, his presence forced public by the entrance of the Brotherhood.
Todd limped over to the sofa and propped his chin on Rogue's clothed leg. "Jak se mas6, babe?"
Rogue's expression ran the gamut from elation to fear to confusion. "Um..."
"Look, sweets, it's like this...I'm ready to come out."
"I knew it," Scott snorted.
"Shaddup," Jubilee snapped, throwing a shower of sparkles at Scott. "This is better than _Passions... _ "7
Todd straightened and drew Rogue to her feet by tugging on her elbows. "Rogue, I'm not ashamed of us..."
"Like _you're _ the one who'd be ashamed!" Scott hissed.
"Scott," Jean said warningly, "be nice. You're acting like a brat."
In response, Scott stuck out his tongue. Lance snorted and nudged Remy. "Do you believe this? When is she going to slap him?"
Rogue opened her mouth once or twice before she could form a response. "Todd...You mean it?"
"I love you. I mean it."
"I love you too..." She dipped her head to kiss him but pulled back, mindful of her mutation. "Can you?"
He looked embarrassed as the sea of surprised eyes fixed on them. "Um...Here?"
"Please?" She licked her lips and he nodded quickly. Without a thought, he brought his face close to hers and spread a layer of slime across her lips before kissing her.
"That is fucking disgusting!" Scott erupted.
"Scott!" A chorus of voices caroled.
"That's nasty!" Scott made a movement towards the sofa but drew up short.
"Homme," Remy said, stepping in front of Scott, "dis be weird, butve ive it go..."
"Rogue," Scott all but shouted, "you're sleeping with the enemy!"
"Who you calling the enemy?" Lance snarled.
"Boys!" Jean cried. "Stop this! Stop being such fucking idiots!"
"Oui, homme," Remy smiled, "stop bein' an idiot..."
"That's it!" Scott let fly with a right hook and Remy stumbled back, crashing into Lance and tumbling to the ground in a tangle of limbs and curse words.
Rogue and Todd pulled away, Todd clutching her hand tightly as the fight surged lif life. Kitty dove forward to grab Scott, phasing them to avoid more punches being landed. "Katzchen!" Kurt cried.
"I'm okay," she said, shaking Scott slightly as they came out of phase. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Me?" Scott jerked free of her grasp. "I'm not the one fucking one of the Brotherhood...but I guess once Brotherhood, always Brotherhood, huh?'
"That was uncalled for!" Jean snapped . Her hand was faster than a snake, leaving a red mark vivid on Scott's cheek. "Get out of my sight. Now!"
"Jean..."
"You took that too far, Scott," Amara said lowly. "Even I wouldn't sink that low."
Todd snarled. "I'll kick your ass if you _ever _ talk about my girlfriend like that again!"
Storm entered like a ghost, white and silent, striking startled surprise on all the faces on the room. "I can hear you all the way upstairs...break this up now! This is ridiculous...Scott, I think you need to go speak with the Professor. Now." Scott set his jaw and stormed from the room. "Now," Storm continued, "I am sick and tired of this infantile behavior. We expect more from you...ALL of you... I suggest that you each go to your rooms and spend the rest of the evening in contemplation on what it means to be an adult in this household."
Jean, Kitty and Jubilee shuffled their feet and looked defiant but obeyed first, Jubilee trailing, pausing to caress Remy's sore jaw and murmur an "I love you," before trudging up the stairs. Amara regally strode to the door frame, pausing to eye Lance. "I think you'd do well to look at those photos again. Think about what you'd need to do to...get where you should be...as it were." With a raised eyebrow, she swept away.
Kurt growled at Remy, "Why did you bait him?"
"Kurt!" Storm snapped before Remy could answer, "Room!" With a sniff and scowl, Kurt 'ported away. "Lance, Remy...come with me. We're going to see about those bruises..." She scurried them from the room without even noticing Todd and Rogue.
The couple were staring at the wall ahead of them, each aware of something remarkable, something unnoticed by the others. With slow movements, Rogue raised their joined hands, staring at entwined fingers. "Todd..."
"Yeah..."
"I've got no gloves on..."
"Yeah..."
"Feel okay?"
"Yeah..."
"I don't!" She promptly fainted.

1 Bad reference to the shooting of Abraham Lincoln. It's an expression that is basically sympathizing w/someone's bad day.
2 Military slang. Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition
3 Come on...you have to know what show they're watching by now...
4 If you don't know who he is, I have a list of shows and films to acquaint you with... ;) Oh, and Foxy---TEDBIT!!!!!!

5 Okay, I admit it. I watch XENA!!!!!
6 The one bit of Polish I know. It means "How are you?" A last name like Tolensky...I figure Eastern Europe and the only other Eastern European language I even know a phrase in is "Fuck you" in Czechoslovakian...
7 A soap opera ad iad it's funny...