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As always- first off thanks to Magnus for all his help and his tolerance of dealing with my kvetching.

Disclaimers oooh la la disclaimers oooh la la- Marvel rules. Their characters are just playing with mine (Roisin, Golem, this other guy that will show up eventually, Ron, Sandy, etc) They need to get out more, get away from Cyclops and his uptight attitude.

Oh and a big thanks to www.uncannyxmen.net- their website makes my research for accuracy for Kurt’s past and other little bits way easier - if you like Xmen, which if you're reading this you probably do- you should go there. Really. Super resource!

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Kurt wasn’t sure what to expect when he got up the stairs to Roisin’s bedroom but he was starting to feel a little uneasy. Sure, he wanted nothing more than to be her plaything, let her do whatever she wanted to him, let her take over completely. But- maybe this wasn’t the best time. The fact that he’d been a responsible member of a superhero team for more than a decade wasn’t something he could just turn on and off. As much as he wanted to just forget about the world outside and focus only Roisin and himself, he knew he wouldn’t be able to. After all…people wanted to kill him. To kill her. What if they were distracted by, well by what he was sure would be mind blowing sex and they attacked? Granted that would be a good way to go, but he didn’t want Roisin hurt. Doubt started to churn in his belly.

He saw her sitting on the bed, pillows propped up all around her with a little bed tray next to her. Sitting there was the wine bottles and the phone. What is she going to do with a phone? He thought, a little worried. He hated that he was about to ‘lame out’ and wondered if it would make her wish she’d had Logan stay over instead. Kurt bet Logan could relax and stay in the mood for sex even if he had imminent battles with Sabretooth, the Brood, the Marauders, and a bunch of gun toting Jehovah’s witnesses riding N'Garai. Not that that last one had happened. As far as he knew.

She beamed at him from the bed. He smiled back.
“There you are. I was starting to get worried. Here’s your first command of the night- you’ll do this and then we’ll have a little talk about what you can expect, all that stuff I told you about this afternoon. I want you to order us a pizza. I’m hungry and I hate calling the pizza place. It makes me nervous, I don’t know why. If I ask you a question, you may speak, ok Kurt?”

“Yes Mistress.” He said. It actually didn’t feel as weird to say it as he thought it might.

“What kind of pizza would you like? I like mushrooms and meatball with extra cheese. What would you like?” she asked him, smiling a little. Was this a trick question? Was there a right answer? What happened if he answered wrong? She wouldn't really try to hurt him or anything, right? What the hell was he getting himself into here, anyway? Six months ago he thought he was a priest and now he was calling a woman he'd just met "Mistress". He missed the circus sometimes.

“Mistress, I would like mushrooms and meatball and extra cheese.” Now he felt ridiculous. At least he actually liked mushrooms and meatball, he thought. She smirked at him and then laughed.

“Kurt, this isn’t gonna work if you feel all strange anlly!lly!” she said, jumping up and walking over to him.

“relax, it’s me talking now, just me, plain old Roisin. We can just hang out like two normal-“ she looked down at herself and at him and shrugged –“people. I can save the domination for when you’re ready, otherwise it’s no fun. I only do it when someone wants me to, otherwise it’s like, torturing someone. Or battery. Or something. So let’s jusng ong out- get to know each other a little better. What do you say?” She leaned up and kissed his cheek. “You’re still a good boy, you know. And I still want you to call for the pizza cause I really hate doing that, ok?” She looked almost 12 years old when she said that last bit and he couldn’t help but laugh. She read him quickly, and was happy to see that his discomfort had gone and he was relaxed and at ease again.

“Ok, Roisin. But to be honest,for a Dominatrix, it’s kind of sad that you’re scared to call the pizza guy.” He whispered. She punched him on the arm, laughing.

“Just because I’m letting you speak, Boy, doesn’t mean you can tease me!” She dragged him over to the bed and the phone, dialing the number for him.

They sat on the bed together, sipping the wine and just being close to each other. Roisin couldn’t remember ever feeling this content- and she couldn’t help but wonder if it was all going to be ripped away from her. After all, according to Logan, there was a bunch of religious freaks out there that wanted to kill her. Cause she sold sex toys. Funny, she thought to herself. I don’t remember moving to Texas.

Kurt had his arm around her and was playing with her hair, enjoying the silence for a few moments. He was crazy about Roisin but it was kind of nice to hear silence for a few minutes. She really could talk on and on. She almost made seem Jubilee look like a mute. Roisin was dreamily waving her hand over the side of the bed, and he heard the strange glass like sound that the strings weaving together made. It reminded him of something, but he couldn’t quite put a finger on what it was, and then like a flash he remembered.

“You know, Roisin, I actually knew someone once before who could ometomething very similar to what you do with fabric.” He said, raising his eyebrow in one of his effortless charming Kurt expressions. She stopped what she was doing and looked up at him. The fabric appeared to have woven itself into a pair of wooly stockings.

“Really? Who? When?” she asked, gazing up at him. As far as she was aware, she was the only one with this incredibly lame mutation. If she could mass produce, it would be different, she could be a clothing designer or something. As it was, making one shirt in five different sizes was tiring and it made her fingers sore. Her defensive manuever? Her nails extended a little bit, going from normal length to extreme Jersey girl without the decals. Ooh. Scary.

“Actually, it was another mutant. Sort of. A Warpie. Called Silkworm.” The look on her face plainly stated that this explanation was lacking.

“I used to be with another team, besides the X-Men. Excalibur, it was called. There were…this will sound crazy, but there were lots of dimensional jumps. One of the results of one of these jumps were that some children were born different. Very different. There was what they called “genetic destabilization”- there was an illness in one of these dimensions, where mutants who were obviously very different in physiology all suffered the same way- a loss of their para-human abilities, then a return to human form, and then death. That’s the really condensed version. We helped. Anyway, Silkworm fixed my costume. Gussied it up a bit, too. He looked like a light blue version of the guy from MAD magazine though, not a cat. He was…incredibly flamboyant. Northstar would cringe at this guy- really.”

Roisin just looked at Kurt blankly. She had no idea who Northstar was. She nodded anyway.

“Yeah. I feel kind of like someone just threw some parts together in a blender and hit puree. Out came me. I don’t know. I feel like I fit in with mutants although part of me wonders if maybe I’m something else. Like, maybe not mutant. Alien? Who knows. I guess most little girls imagine that their real parents are like a king and queen or something. I don’t really know what I imagined mine were. My mom always tried really hard. She died a few years ago. We stayed in touch though, so I know she knew I loved her. That helps. My dad basically just exists now- beer and tv. He’s just waiting to die. But who wants to talk about that! That’s so … the absolute worst possible ‘getting to know you’ conversation. Damn I sound pathetic. Do you still think I’m cute? Like in an unstable way?” She shrugged and tried to smile but Kurt was able to sense the sadness that she felt and he tightened his embrace of her.

He thought briefly of his parents- at least the genetic donors that were his parents and shuddered. The buzzer on the front gate rang downstairs, and Roisin jumped up to go and get the pizza.

“Let’s eat downstairs, ok? I don’t want to get sauce all over the bed. And cheese is a bitch to clean out of fabric.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him down the stairs behind her.

“Kurt- maybe you should stay in the living room- just in case. We don’t know who else is out on the street, and Logan thinks these people might be looking for you here. I’ll be fine, don’t worry. I recognize the pizza guy- he’s like 16 and the closest thing to a weapon he has is the seriously unfortunate acne on his face. Really, I’ll be fine.” She kissed him on the cheek again and winked at him as she walked into the shop.

Kurt was frantic that something bad was going to happen and he was starting to think that maybe he was hearing things. It almost sounded like something was in the ceiling. Still, two minutes later, Roisin was back with the pizza and carrying it into the kitchen, so Kurt just attributed the sound to his nerves.

“Hey, Wagner, go get the wine, OK?” she called.

“Sure thing.” He Bamfed upstairs and back to the kitchen with the wine. They spent the rest of the night just sitting around getting to know each other- they watched another old movie in the living room, and Roisin instructed Kurt on the finer points of foot massage. She returned the favor and he couldn’t belihe’dhe’d lived that long without anyone rubbing his feet. He felt as though he’d been gypped. His tail was twisting around itself in it's own expression of ecstasy.

He told her more about his days with Excalibur, about Meggan the empathic shapeshifter, about Piotr and his sacrifice to save everyone else from the Legacy virus, and the recent revelations and new questions raised about his origins. Also about Nils, and Kiwi Black. Two brand new brothers he’d never met before, and how he grieved for the little blue boy like him that had been killed in Wichita Falls. And his father, whose identity he’d finally learned. Azazeal.

“Yeah so basically my father is kind of like…well not actually Satan but...someone banished for enslaving and killing humans. He was banished by another group of mutants with wings- like Angel, a friend of mine. Epic, huh? He wanted me to stay and rule with him in the Brimstone dimension. I wonder if somehow the Church of Humanity knows about that. I hope not, I don’t imagine that’ll endear me to them anymore. The fact that my dad was banished from earth for torturing, enslaving and murdering humans. Just what they think all mutants do. And my mother? Yeah. She chucked me off of a bridge as a newborn to save her own skin. She did donate this fabulous blue color though, so I guess she’s not all bad right?” Roisin ran her fingers over his tail and smiled.

"I do love the blue, Kurt." she whispered and then leaned against his shoulder.

Sitting on the couch in dark with her, drinking more wine and complaining about her cigarette smoking as the black and white movie flickered before them, Kurt again felt that same sense of peace he’d felt earlier. This time it lasted for the rest of the night and as they walked upstairs together to go to sleep, brushing their teeth together in the bathroom, Kurt felt happier than he had in ages.

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They slept in the same bed and though they necked like teenagers, Roisin could sense that Kurt was unable to fully relax- he was still incredibly worried about an attack coming for them as well as some weird pent up issue with Logan. So she decided she’d just put off his training which she was just thinking of as an excuse for getting him tied up and fucking him for days- until later. It wouldn’t be any fun if he was convinced religious extremists were going to come bursting in any minute.