Every Breath You Take

Author’s Note/Disclaimer: I’ll be going down some very dark paths in this fic. I love Kurt. And we always hurt the ones we love. Don’t we? “Every Breath You Take” is a song by the Police from the eighties. I used to love the song. More than a decade later I listen to the lyrics and realize just how creepy they are. I think it’s perfect for this story.

BTW: This Kurt Wagner is the Nightcrawler from XMen Evolution and hasn’t had quite the rough life his comic book counterpart had. At least up until now.

This is the chapter I've been both dreading and looking forward to. This is about as dark as I get. I'm posting it now before I weasel out. Sex, blood, torture, angst, anal... some profanity. Sometimes I feel like I'm careening off the deep end right along with them. I swear, the next thing I write is going to be nothing but silly and fluffy. I'm starting to creep myself out. Help me get the monkey off my back. Rate and review please.

05/24/2007 – I just found a major error on my part that had made all the character’s internal thoughts invisible when posted online. I usually refrain from pulling up my own stories so as not to inflate the hit counter, but apparently I need to proofread online.

{This means character’s internal thoughts.}
**This means projected thoughts, as in telepathy.**

Chapter Fourteen: I Feel So Cold and I Long For Your Embrace

Adrienne’s personal imp of the perverse had struck her this evening. She’d pulled out the white dress and put it on, along with the sandals. She had taken the time to style her hair and spent the evening on the couch watching movies, a beer at her elbow. She knew he would come. The only question was when. It was after midnight when she fell asleep, the remote still in her hand.

That was where he found her, and for a moment he considered changing his plan. The dress suited her well and she looked softer and more feminine than he had ever seen her. Had she thought this gesture would deflect his anger? Or was she playing with him again?

He crouched beside her and silently slipped the remote from her slack fingers. Then he reached to brush a strand of hair from her face. He traced the shape of her lips with one finger and her eyes opened.

“Hello, Adrienne.” He continued to trace the contours of her face with his finger, letting it follow the line of her neck, across her shoulder and along the strap of her dress. “You shouldn’t have come back here.” He looked her in the eyes as his finger traced across the swell of her breasts.

“I won’t leave you, Kurt.” He saw her swallow and could see the pulse in her neck.

“This looks lovely on you.” He hooked his finger under one strap. “Did you wear it for him, too?”

“No. I’ve never worn it before tonight.”

“Did you enjoy it? Was it worth it?”

“Nothing happened outside of your imagination, Kurt.” Her voice was quiet and even.

“It doesn’t matter Adrienne. Because you’re mine. Tonight I’m going to prove that to you.” His hands moved to encircle her wrists and he pulled her upwards until she stood in front of him.

“Let me help you, Kurt. It doesn’t have to be this way. You don’t have to be this way.”

“You made me this way.” He pulled her wrists close to his chest and wrapped his tail around her waist, pulling her close. “I’m going to hurt you and I’m not going to stop until you make me stop.”

Then he teleported them to her room, shoving her onto the bed. Before she could roll away, he caught one arm with his tail and reached beneath the bed and pulled out a length of rope. He tugged at it to show it was firmly attached to the bed itself.

Adrienne’s eyes grew wide and she pulled away from him, but couldn’t break his grip. He quickly wrapped the rope around her wrist and knotted it tightly.

“Kurt, please…”

He was silent as he shifted the grip of his tail and produced another length of rope, using it to secure her ankle. He repeated the process twice more until she was securely tied to the bed, legs and arms spread.

Then he climbed onto the bed, letting her feel the length of his body against hers. He kissed her slowly until she began to respond, then he broke the kiss and lowered his mouth to the swell of her right breast. He brushed his lips against her skin, then opened his mouth and drove his fangs deep into the soft flesh. She gave a shocked cry of pain and he sucked hard at the wound before releasing it, only to repeat the attack on her left breast. She bucked under him and fought her bonds. He sat back and watched the blood trickle from the wounds and stain the white fabric of her dress.

Now she could feel his tail snaking beneath her skirt, reaching upwards to stroke against the fabric of her panties. The head stroked and teased her as he leaned over her again to capture her lips in a rough kiss. His tongue forced its way in carrying the tang of blood with it. His weight pressed against her wounded breasts and she moaned into his mouth. She couldn’t have said whether it was in pain or pleasure.

Now he moved downwards and pulled her skirt upwards over her hips until he could see her lacy white panties, another of his gifts. He slipped one hand beneath the waistband and rubbed roughly across her clit and dipped a finger into her entrance. He rubbed slowly until her body began to answer him, her hips moving slightly. Then he lowered his mouth to the soft flesh of her thigh and bit her again. She groaned with the pain.

He pulled away and opened the drawer in the nightstand, pulling out a pair of shears. He pulled down her skirt and began to cut carefully, splitting the dress from hem to neckline. Each time the cold steel of the shears touched her skin, she tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. Finally he cut each strap so that he could pull the dress away from her completely and he tossed it carelessly aside.

He stopped to look at her. Her eyes were wide and the emotions in them were stormy, unreadable. She bit her lip as if afraid some word would escape her and her hands were balled up into to fists.

“Say it Adrienne. Make me stop.” She shook her head in denial.

He slipped the shears beneath band of her bra and cut it away. He pulled away the bloody fabric and let it fall to the floor. Then he turned his attention to her panties, sliding the shears between the thin fabric and her skin. Soon they too, were tossed aside. He trailed the shears along the length of her body, tracing her ribs, touching each nipple, down the center of her stomach and lower until she felt the sharp edges nudging the sensitive flesh of her labia.

“Kurt?” Her voice cracked and her body shrank from the contact.

“How far will you let me go, Adrienne? Till I hurt you? Till I kill you?” He looked at her thoughtfully, then placed the shears on the nightstand. He stroked her thighs with his hands as he studied her face. He looked away for a moment and when he looked back something in his expression had changed. He leaned over her and brought his face close to hers.

“This should be simple. We both know Adrienne is nothing more than a boy’s fantasy.”

Her breath caught. This should not be happening!

“You’re not Kurt.”

“Of course not. And you’re not Adrienne. All you have to do is admit it and all this will stop. Speak my name, tell me what you want. Tell me yours and I will listen.”

“No. You shouldn’t be here. I didn’t wake you.” Adrienne’s mind struggled to make sense of what she was hearing. How could this happen?

“You’re mine. You always have been and you always will be.” He stroked her cheek slowly. “But if you’d rather play with the boy a bit longer. Have fun. He thinks you fucked that bastard this afternoon. I think he’s a bit miffed.” He placed a quick kiss on her forehead then sat back and closed his eyes briefly. When they opened again it was Kurt’s angry gaze that met hers.

“Whore.” He rose and began to pull off his clothes, tossing them angrily aside. He stood naked beside the bed, tail lashing angrily as he looked her up and down.

“Kurt. Stop. Something’s very wrong here.”

“Make me. I’m sure you have enough power now. After your little ‘ride.’” He leapt onto the bed and crouched beside her, not quite touching her. His tail flicked forward, a stinging slap across her thighs. She cried out.

“Or you could always use your little magic words.” He stung her again, higher this time.

{No. I’d rather deal with you. Angry or not.}

“Please untie me and let’s talk about this.”

“I’m not interested in talking.” His tail flicked again and again, leaving stinging stripes across her thighs. Soon she was writhing, trying to escape the blows. She heard herself whimpering and struggled to maintain some sort of control. She felt her grip on her gift beginning to slip and sparks crackled across her body.

Kurt stilled his tail and watched the energy play across her skin. She lay still now and he saw tears spill from her eyes. He reached for her breast and watched the sparks die as he touched the soft skin. He kneaded the flesh and watched her nipples harden, fascinated. The wounds his teeth had left broke open and a few drops of blood trickled from within. Even now she responded to him.

{Why?} He didn’t understand, but some glimmer of an idea lurked in the back of his mind.

He leaned down and kissed her, parting her lips with his tongue. She didn’t resist and after a moment she began to return the kiss tentatively. He broke the kiss and she lay still, only her eyes followed as he began to stroke her body, kneading her abused breasts, dipping between her legs to stroke her methodically. Slowly her body began to relax. When her hips began to move against him, he pulled his hand away and landed a stinging blow between her legs with his tail. She screamed and energy shimmered across her body briefly before winking out again.

“Did you enjoy fucking him? Did he let you tie him up? Or was it the other way around?”

“I didn’t fuck anybody.” Her voice was hoarse. He struck her again with his tail and she gave a strangled cry as sparks flashed again.

“Then where did all that come from?”

“I don’t have to fuck somebody to absorb their energy. Just touch them! You know that. Think, Kurt.”

“Fucking works better, doesn’t it?” His hand returned to stroking her, finding her still wet. He rubbed across her clit and felt her hips move slightly and he heard her hiss in response. He pinched the little bit of flesh cruelly and she bucked against him. This time he let the sparks arc over his hand. It stung.

“Answer me.”

“Yes.” She panted against with the pain. “Please…”

He released her clit and began to stroke her again. He looked down at his erection and the aching of it began to filter through his anger. He removed his hand and moved to crouch between her legs, watching her face. He dipped his head down and licked at her wetness. Her smell clung to the fur of his face and his desire sharpened. He took a fold of flesh into his mouth and sucked on it, then felt her stiffen as he scraped a fang across it.

“Kurt?”

Her voice sounded frightened and he smiled to himself. He lifted his head and lay his body along hers, letting his erection probe at her entrance as he kissed her again, forcing her lips open with his tongue and scraping them with his fangs until he tasted blood there. When he pulled back she followed him, letting him go reluctantly.

“Make me stop.” His voice was soft, almost pleading in her ear as he moved to nuzzle at her neck, holding his body still over hers.

“No one ever stopped me.” She whispered.

He lifted his head to meet her gaze for a moment before lowering his mouth to her shoulder, plunging his sharp teeth into her flesh at the same time he shifted his hips, driving himself deeply inside her. He held on tightly as she arched under him. A wordless moan came from her throat and her gift roared to life around him, snapping and sparking in the spaces between their bodies. It stung him and made his fur stand on end, but he didn’t stop. After a moment it began to fade as she regained control and he raised his head from her bleeding shoulder.

He kept driving himself deeper into her body until he felt her begin to shudder beneath him, then he bit her again, harder. She screamed and her gift flared again, sending a shock through his system that nearly unmanned him.

“Oh God! Kurt I can’t! I can’t… I could kill you.” Her voice was panicked and the energy around her spiked erratically

“You won’t.” He gritted his teeth as he waited for the energy to subside again. He gathered himself and began again. Somehow it had become important that he prove it. Again he drove her to the brink and then struck with his teeth. Again her energy flared and she sobbed as she tried to bring it back under her control. It hurt him and he thought it must be hurting her too as she desperately tried to turn it back on itself. He froze until the energy faded and she lay sobbing beneath him. He lifted his bloody lips to hers and kissed her once more. This time he was gentle. There was no resistance left in her.

He sat up and reached again for the shears. Her eyes followed them fearfully, but he merely used them to cut through the ropes, leaving the ends dangling from her limbs. He put them back on the table, then gathered her close in his arms and kissed her again before firmly turning her over and grasping her hips to pull her tightly against him. She jumped as she felt him nudging at her sphincter and tried to pull away. He grabbed her hair and pulled her backwards.

“Wait. Kurt…” Her voice shook.

“I’m not finished.” He pushed harder and she whimpered.

“Please…” She was beginning to panic again and sparks danced across her flesh.

{No. No. No. No….} Her thoughts babbled in her head, but she clenched her lips shut.

“Don’t move.” He kept one hand on her hip as he reached to fumble around in the nightstand drawer. He could feel her trembling as he clumsily opened a foil packet and slipped a condom on. Lubricated. That was all the concession he was going to make.

He returned to his position and held her hips tightly as he began to force his way inside. It hurt. He was clumsy and pushed too fast. It hurt too much. She struggled to relax. To let it happen, but there wasn’t enough lubrication. She felt something give and knew she was bleeding. He moved again and she couldn’t stop her gift from lashing out. She screamed behind her clenched lips as she wrestled with her gift.

It was hot and tight and felt very different from anything he’d experienced before. Kurt held on doggedly as he felt her gift reach for him. Fiery tongues of energy lapped across his belly and down his thighs. He felt her tighten around him painfully and he froze. He couldn’t move if he’d wanted to.

“Get it under control.” He grated from between clenched teeth. He heard her sobbing but slowly the tendrils of energy died and her muscles began to relax around him. He pushed again, more slowly this time until at last he was buried deep within her. He felt her shaking and he waited a moment for her to still.

He began to pump slowly and he heard her grunting beneath him, her hands clutching at the sheets. Soon the sounds became moans and he began to move faster. Her gift came to life again, but it was different, pulsating in time with her moans. The sensation was too much and he shouted in surprise as he thrust into her one last time and his climax shook him. She collapsed under him and he felt himself slip free.

He crouched panting for a moment, thoughts churning. She hadn’t stopped him. She’d allowed him to do this to her. Allowed him to torture her, had tortured herself to avoid hurting him. Why hadn’t she run from him when she had the chance? Why?

{Because she loves you, you idiot.}

Suddenly what he had done hit him and he felt sick. He rose and nearly ran to the bathroom.

{Mein Gott! I have become a monster.}