Institutionalized

INSTITUTIONALIZED CHAPTER FOURTEEN (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), the kilts...they're hypnotic... InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are fanfreakingtastic. I mean it. :) Readers/Reviewers: Okay, the Killer Kitties (tm) and their Minions (tm) have a plane now. How the hell did they get a plane? * sigh * The armadillos are rethinking their ground attack and are looking into heavy artillery. This is disturbing. And the ducks are still duct taped. Though I think they're starting to like it... *shudder *

Pietro was immediately and violently ill all over Magneto's nice, clean floor. He saw his father step away half a foot, the toes of his insanely expensive shoes moving out of the way of the pool of vomit and wondered distractedly just who cleaned the floors in this place. As he dry-heaved over the parquet flooring, Pietro felt not only physically empty but emotionally as well. Incubus always made him feel that way. "Is he gone?" he finally managed to ask, coughing slightly with the effort.
Magneto barely controlled the disgust in his voice. "Yes, he's gone. Get up and clean this mess."
_I guess I know who cleans the floors now... _ "Yes, sir..." Pietro pulled himself to his feet, using the newel post of the banister for leverage, and groaned as the room spun on its axis. "What did...what did he say?"
"Clean this offal before you speak to me again. I'll be in the study." Magneto swiftly exited the spacious foyer, leaving Pietro to struggle along to the kitchen to procure paper towels and Lysol. _I wonder what the X geeks would think if they could see this place, Magneto living like anyone else...though I guess he has a little more metal in here than your average person. _ Pietro took a moment to rinse out his mouth, feeling less woozy than before stilstill not quite right, before heading back to the mess in the front hall. Magneto's home was truly magnificent, on par with the Institute, truth be known, but it was very, very empty. The place echoed with silence, even the older man's footsteps negligible in the cavernous spaces inhabited only by shadows and random imposing bits of furniture spanning every time period Pietro could imagine. Pietro did not know how much time had passed since he had been awakened by Incubus, a disembodied voice and the sense of something quite wrong with space and time overwhelming him as the incognito mutant led him downstairs to Magneto's private study. As he mopped up the mess, Magneto reappeared in the doorway, tapping his foot in annoyance, the very parody of an aggravated father. "Coming," Pietro said somewhat more strongly than he would have a few moments before.
"Good. We have company. Get yourself cleaned up, for God's sake."

Tarot tapped a short nail against her front teeth, a habit most of the Hellions found to be just about the most annoying thing on the planet. Just short of infomercials and Anna Nicole. _C'mon, old man...ain't got all day...Emma's gonna notice sooner or later... _ Just as she had made up her mind to wander out of the spacious study to go looking for her reluctant host, Magneto drifted in. Literally. "Whoa," escaped her lips before she could stop herself.
Magneto managed a smirk, his bone-deep pain not even showing through his mask of genteel superiority. "Metal plates beneath the floor," he said simply, feeling indulgent. "I presume you're here for a reason and not for your own health."
Pietro entered shakily, eyeing Tarot with a mix of interest and panic. _Is she better than me? _ popped into his head, his eyes sliding from Magneto to the girl and back. "Is this the company?"
"Tarot," she said firmly. "I'm here because of Frost."
"The White Queen...yes," Magneto said, somewhat coolly. "Is our agreement no longer satisfactory? If not, I must say that I would expect her to come in person, not send a...child," he imbued the word with such derision that both teenagers felt an immediate need to apologize for not being sedatelydle dle aged and willing to drive a sensible car and drink Metamucil.
Tarot straightened imperceptibly, reaching for the pack of cards in her back pocket as casually as she could, purely because she needed to feel their comforting weight in her hand. "She doesn't know I'm here...I came out of my own free will."
Something in Tarot's tone made Magneto take notice. Coming to rest near his heavy oaken desk, Magneto assumed a thoughtful posture and smiled silkily. "So what is it that sends one of the Hellions running to big, bad Magneto, hmmm?"
Tarot slid her gaze to Pietro and saw his killing glare. "I came because I think Emma is trying to screw you over. She's not what she claims and she's trying to take us with her. I don't want it. Fuck norms and fuck those do-gooders..."
Magneto cleared his throat delicately, pushing down a wave of dizziness. He would need another infusion soon, an infusion that was quickly becoming less and less helpful. He needed the blood of that Russian, he needed Pietro to bring Tabby to him...the doctor was waiting at loose ends without the suppliers. "How did you find me? I'm not exactly in the Yellow Pages..."
Pietro had not moved from the doorway the entire time Tarot had been talking, but within a blink he was at her side, his hand on her throat applying increasing pressure. "Who sent you? Where are they hiding?"
Tarot, her eyes watering and face purpling, fumbled then flipped a card onto the floor. There was a slight shimmer in the air above the card and a nearly inaudible pop, then a jester in full medieval Italian regalia. She closed her eyes, not sure whether to be embssedssed or hope for the best-usually, if she was going to use her cards, she was careful about the ones she chose, tending towards the more...violently depicted ones. The Fool, however, had been on top of the deck and now he danced around Magneto's study. Pietro was so startled that he loosened his grip and stared as the strange little man, a product of Tarot's will, froze mid-step and turned towards him on one foot. Tarot, still breathing thinly, grinned suddenly. "Cool..." _He does what I say...this is new... _ The Fool raised the bell-laden scepter in his hand and proceeded to bludgeon Pietro about the face and ears.
"Fucking hell! Stop it! Get off me!" He tripped over the divan as The Fool began his strange hopping dance again, still applying the makeshift cudgel. Pietro was on his back and could not get away as speedily as he would have liked, but he put up a good fight, dodging blows as best he could as Tarot and Magneto looked on.
Finally, suppressing a rather amused grin, Magneto made a small gesture to Tarot and The fool vanished. Pietro, breathing heavily and glaring but knowing better than to attack without Magneto's permission, lay on the floor between the other two mutants. Finally, Magneto said quietly, "I think you need to start talking, girl. How did you get here? How did you find me? I've seen a sample of what you can do...you need to prove to me that you're going to be worth my while."

Kurt, mercifully, slept the entire trip back to the Institute. Kitty was barely awake herself by the time they reached home, the gate manned by Logan a welcome site for literally sore eyes. "What's going on?" she asked as she rolled down the window. Logan had stopped them with a wave of his hand and now he leaned against the door of the sedan, sniffing deeply out of habit.
"Roulette turned up, said she had a date...but I don't believe it for a second. Something ain't right about her... Tabby and Wanda are here, holed up in your room, Half-Pint. Sorry-had no where else to put a pregnant girl just now."
Kitty sighed wearily. "Guess I'll need to find somewhere else to sleep tonight."
Logan glanced past her to Kurt's unconscious form. "I ain't sayin' this...but he looks done in for the evening...I don't see nothin'."
She nodded slowly, catching his meaning. "Why are they here, anyway?"
"Wanda says Incubus tried to get at Tabby. Not sure what to make of that. Checked 'em all out-none of them are Mystique," he added for her benefit.
Kitty made a face of tired annoyance. "But still...I don't know. I'm too tired to think straight. The systems back online?"
"The important ones. Periphery security, the main doors and the fire alarms. Only the private line is back up and the lights are working...the mainframe is still a problem."
Kitty nodded again, this time frowning in precognitive irritation. "Tell Beast not to touch it...I need a list of everything he's done to it until now so I can figure out what I need to undo to fix the problem..."
Logan snorted at Kitty's sudden turn for the brusque and commanding. "I'll tell him you said that..." He patted the side of the car in a universal dad gesture and said, "Get the Elf up to bed...he looks like Grover1 slumped there."
It was Kitty's turn to snort. She leaned out and gave Logan a quick kiss on the cheek, something that made him actually blush, before pulling through the gates that he closed behind them.

Kurt woke groggily to the feeling of being pulled and shaken. "Was?" he groaned. "Is it morning?"
"Technically," Kitty grunted. She had managed to phase him out of the car and was trying to lug both him and Baby through the garage. "It's about one thirty."
"I can walk," he muttered, slowly coming awake. "I'm too heavy for you."
"You weigh one twenty soaking wet...I think I can manage to get us to your room... Damn it!" She had to set the dog carrier down and Baby started whimpering. "This is going to be a pain..."
"Here, hold on," he said, taking her wrist in one hand and the handle to the carrier in the other.
A moment later, Kitty was glaring at him in the confines of his room. "Don't port on an empty stomach!" she scolded.
"Kitty, I love you but...enough with the mom lectures!" Kurt groaned and crawled onto his bed. "You sleeping with me tonight?"
"Yeah...Tabby and Wanda are in my room. Logan," she said, kicking off her shoes, "suggested I stay here. The theory being you're too worn out for anything energetic."
"In that case," he sighed, "you do all the work. I'll just lay here."
Kitty paused, one knee on the bed, one foot on the floor, staring at him for a long moment, unsure if he was serious. After a beat, she threw a pillow at him. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Kurt rolled onto his side as Kitty settled beside him, their faces a few inches apart as she wiggled beneath the covers. Baby, let out of his cage as soon as they entered the room, hopped onto the bed and squirmed similarly. "Actually...ja, very much!"
Kitty smiled faintly. Since seeing Erika, he was feeling somewhat cheerier. His sister was mostly awake, though not quite altogether mentally. She remembered the morning of the accident, but nothing after. The doctor had told them that he would wait a few days before deciding if surgery was necessary. It was unknown whether or not she had a blood clot forming or any further brain damage, but Kurt and the rest of his family took heart in the fact that the prognosis was generally good. Astrid had said firmly that she did not care if Erika could ever perform again, just that she lived. Kurt took up the thread and this seemed to be carrying him through. "You were dead asleep for the entire drive home..."
"That just means I'm well rested now..." he cooed, wiggling his eyebrows comically.
"You are incorrigible." She reached up and rested her hand against his cheek, feeling him smile in the semi-dark of the room.
"I swear that Mama named me after that kid on _The Sound of Music _ ..."2 His tail, having a mind of its own sometimes, wrapped itself around her knee and dragged her leg over his hip. "So is my tail, by the bye..."
"So I noticed... Baby, stop it!"
"What am I doing?" Kurt asked, going very still.
"Not you! The dog's chewing on my toes!"
"Hey! That's my job!" Kurt said, disentangling himself from Kitty and retrieving the dog from the foot of the bed. He placed him inside the carrier and shut the door but did not latch it. "He'll be fine for a few hours, Schatz."
"Optimist," she said, but cast a worried glance at the silent carrier. "The bugger's asleep already!"
"Not for long, I'm sure...now, I think we were right about...here," he said, rearranging himself next to her so that they were in their previous position.
"Close," she said, replacing her hand on his cheek only to draw him closer for a kiss. She could feel him growing hard against her and fa tia tiny thrill move through her. Whatever was wrong in the world around them, at least they would feel right for now.
"Have I ever told you," he murmured, breaking away from her lips to kiss her cheek and then her jaw, moving to her neck, "how good you taste?" He felt her skin heat with the blush that suffused through her, making him smile against her throat. "Guess not..."
"Well," she began, but trailed off. He was doing something quite interesting with his tongue and teeth that made all the blood leave her brain, including the speech centers. The best she could manage was a gasp followed by a soft moan as he tugged her sweater off her shoulders, exposing the straps of the tank top she wore beneath it, kissing her shoulders with tiny, feather-light kisses that left her shivering in anticipation. She felt him push against her, moving her onto her back as he carefully lay on top of her, still kissing her exposed skin with growing intensity. She sighed and arched towards his touch, his mouth skimming her breast through her shirt and bra.
His tail was still around her leg, but now he was trying to work open her pants, the zipper more difficult than he could manage without fingers. Kitty distractedly did the task for him, nearly whimpering when the spaded tip of his tail stroked her stomach, moving lower in a circling motion that made her want to cry out for him to hurry up, do it and get it over with, just to slake her growing need. "Katzchen," he said, his cheek pressed against her breast, "I have a feeling that all Hell is going to break loose..."
"Don't think about that now, Kurt," she said throatily. "Just think about this..." She moved against him again, undulating her hips in a way she could only have figured out from years of belly dancing, the very tip of his tail brushing the wet opening between her thighs. He made a strangled moaning noise against the swell of her breast and tried not to thrust against her as his tail touched her even more intimately. She tried to push her jeans and panties down further but Kurt beat her to it, quickly and hungrily, growling slightt tht the sight of her naked save for her thin white tank top and lacey bra beneath it. Instead of being as self conscious as she had expected, she felt deliciously wanton, exposed for him and him alone. "Kurt..."
He was unfastening his pants with some difficulty, careful of his obvious arousal but still in some amount of haste. His shirt ended up on top of Baby's carrier, earning a sleenuffnuffle from the puppy. Kitty reached for him, hooking her heels around the back of his thighs to pull him to her as she reached her arms around his neck. Kurt wanted to go slow but did not, both out of his own need for her and the fact that Kitty would not let him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back as a matter of course, her hand reaching between them to guide him into her waiting folds. He pushed into her slowly, feeling her body adjust to him within her and her breathing increase with each thrust. Her fingers tightened on the back of his neck, pulling him closer, her breath tickling his ear as she gasped his name. "God, Kitty," he breathed once he was fully within her, holding very still just to feel her around him and beneath him. She arched her neck, craning to lick his lower lip with a tiny dart of her tongue. He growled at her again, making her giggle when he ducked his head to her throat, nibbling at the curve where her neck met her chin, moving within her then. She tightened her legs around him, not letting him completely from her warmth before he plunged into her again. It did not take long for her to feel the familiar tightening in her lower abdomen and even lower than that, making her cry out softly, matching his movements measure for measure. His tail lashed in agitated excitement as she shuddered around him, tiny groans and half-words running together as she rapidly lost any control she had left. Her release flooded around him, sending him closer to the edge. His final undoing was when she reached for his tail, taking the tip gently between her lips and suckling with growing pressure, licking and nibbling the surprisingly sensitive flesh. He stifled his cry of pleasure against her breast, pushing into her hard one final time before filling her with his release, making her whimper softly, contracting around him in the final throes of her own orgasm.

Kitty regained some semblance of organized thought when the dog jumped onto the bed, her sock clenched firmly in his teeth. "Kurt, the dog's eating my clothes."
"Stop it," he muttered sleepily, slapping at the dog with his tail. Baby glared as best as he could, dropped the sock and got off the bed. "Did he stop?"
"Honestly," Kitty said, her eyes closed, "I don't think I care right now...Good night, Kurt."
"Night, Liebes," he murmured, leaning forward slightly to kiss her. It was an odd kiss, strangely gentle and heavy, like the kisses children give when they are first learning how to do it. Kitty opened her eyes and stared at him, the two of them sharing the same thought: it was as if he were kissing her for himself then and some unknown person in their future. "Get this mess settled first," he said quickly.3
"Yeah...yeah," she yawned. "Nigh..." Though she did not sleep for a long time after that.
1 Grover...My favorite Muppet on Sesame Street. Well, him and Oscar. Blue, fuzzy, cute...hmm. I think I sense a trend here.
2 I know I've mentioned it before, but one of the boys on the movie says "I'm Kurt, I'm fourteen, and I'm incorrigible!" Or was he thirteen? Hmm...
3 Have to admit...taken in part from The Changeover by Margaret Mahy.