Rogue's Kiss

Remy LeBeau stood outside the hotel just off of Bourbon Street where his two dates for the night were staying. The sun had been down for about half an hour now but the street was far from quiet. Mardi Gras was still in full swing with the parade only one street over. Many people made there way too and from the party in different states of drunkenness. Nobody noticed Remy in the shadows of an alley across from the hotel.

It was a perfect night really, warm and breezy, wafting all the scents of restaurants and bars into the streets and down the alley. Remy inhaled deep and sighed. He loved this city with all his heart, ever since he was a pup. The sights and the sounds of this truly unique city were home to him. He never wanted to leave it. From the sprawling swamps to the bustling riverfront, it was all familiar to him and everyone knew him. Friends greeted him wherever he went, even in the assassin’s guild where a very fragile peace was being made between the thieves and them. Truly big things were about to happen.

His Pere, the king of ves ves he was called, was grooming him to take his place when the time came. Remy was 18 and by the rules of the guild had proven himself a man many times over already by his skill in the art of stealing and loosening a pretty girls legs.

Much like the pretty girls across the way.

His Pere would think him an ironclad fool for actually going back when he was caught in their room. What kind of idiot goes back to a place that you’ve been caught trying to rob? It was foolish and apt to get him killed one day. But he just couldn’t help it. As sure as his Pere and friends would be that there were a platoon of cops of up there waiting for him he was even more sure that there wasn’t. the the girls were alone and up there waiting for him.

Now really, Remy was no fool. He was cocky and arrogant but he was no fool. As soon as that girl with the hair of blood came through the door, he knew she was bad news. Something about the way she walked and talked. And what she had said about fangs.

Growing up near the bayou you hear a lot of tales about ghosts and the like and he’s heard his fair share of vampire tales, never swallowing them since he was old enough to buy a drink. And here, that’s old enough to reach the bar! And he had seen his share of gothic girls in his time, even bedded a few just to pass the time, never really his taste. But this girl, if he actually believed in these things…

Remy snorted and lit a cigarette, thinking how childish he was being about this. He took a drag, the ember lightening his face into something that might look like a demons, with his red on black eyes.

He tried to crush the idea but then he only had to think of looking into her eyes and seeing that she wanted to kill hid thd the surety that she could.

Course surety didn’t mean she actually could! He had a few tricks of his own if she thought she could take him. These city girls got so high of themselves sometimes!

None of this mattered anyway, he had already decided that he was going to go into that hotel and meet them, let them take him to this rave the girl was talking about, while the other girl, Rogue had a look of fear in her eyes. Oh, he hadn’t missed that at all!

Somethwas was going to happen there tonight, probably something going to be tried against him and he wanted to know what it was.

He finished his cig and flicked ito tho the alley behind him.

Rahne St. Claire watched from the doorway as Kurt Wagner checked over his weapons. They had all come along way from the places and time they started. Kurt was the one who had seemed to make the easiest transition into this life. Rahne guessed that Kurt had to be flexible with life looking the way he is. His tail waved slowly back and forth as he tested the edge of his rapier, giving it a slash this way and that for good measure before checking over his side arms.

Storm had insisted that each of them carry guns with the special silver coated bullets. Rasmilsmiled at the memory of asking Storm why they didn’t have solid silver bullet and she had made one of her all too rare jokes, stating, “do you think I am made of money?”

The silver coats worked just as well but to Rahne it looked like Storm was made out of money, they stayed in the best hotels, finest clothes both for battle and the street and all the equipment they needed. Kurt though that she had a lot of African diamonds invested somewhere. Rahne wouldn’t be surprised.

She was dressed in what she had come to call her fight costume. It had taken awhile to figure out something that could adapt to her changes. The first thing she had gotten was the collar. It was made of metal chains that twined lightly together and had a few well hidden magnets. If she changed and her neck grew, instead of strangling her, the magnets let go and the collar expanded, lax chains growing taunt to the bigger neck It was to protect her from bites. The rest of her costumes were variation on this theme. In all she had ten dark red plates over her torso, arms, back and pelvis. When she changed the magnets holding them together would detach and allow her room to grow. When she had first been told about this she had serious doubts!

But it worked! And finished off with the mandatory black coat.

Kurt’s uniform was basically his old one with more light weight armor.

“You know, you can come in. no need to hold the doorway up,” Kurt said, his back still to her. Rahne pushed away from the doorjamb with a smile and walked in.

“I dinnae want to interrupt,” she said.

“Nonsense! My time is always free to eat, sleep, fight vampires and chat with adorable Scottish girls,” he said smoothly. Rahne couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled up her throat. He was always flirting, even with Ms. Munroe. He pro probably the only thing keeping any semblance of humor alive in her.

“That’s nice to know,” she said, sitting down next to him on the floor.” Storm was using the living room for her meditations and ye know…”

Kurt nodded, “and it got to cold in there for you.” He finished.

“Aye. It gets really bad when she mediates,” she added.

Kurt sighed, “I know. She wasn’t always like this you know, its just because…”

“…of her nephew,” Rahne added. She knew the whole story from beginning to end.
Evan, that girl Rogue, the fight in the club, the X-men. But Kurt always felt as if he had to apologize for her and the blast of arctic wind she brought into any room, like her very soul was a block of ice now.

Kurt nodded glumly and crossed his legs, resting his elbow on a thigh and his chin in his hand. “At one time, she used to bring so much calm light and warmth into a room, like just by being there, you knew everything was going to be alright,” he would have gone on but Rahne stopped him.

“Lets not talk of her right now.”

“Why not?” Kurt asked a little offended that she would speak that way of Storm. Rahne saw it and calmed him.

“Kurt, I love Ms. Munroe, she saved me from the streets, took me, showed me I could do something other then starve and sell meself in alleys. But I don’t want to be depressed right now.”

Kurt understood and cracked a grin. “Yeah, its going to be a big one tonight.”

“The biggest, dinna kin?” Rahne said, a little excitement mixed with fear creeping into her words. “ I heard her talking with another hunter over the phone. Mardi Gras is like Christmas for them, well except maybe for Halloween, but this is the biggest party of the year. So much drunk food around and all.” She ended bitterly.

“JA, do you know how hard it was to get the location and keep the dämons from knowing we know. Apparently last year they caught wind and took out nearly 20 hunters.” Kurt said, the excitement getting to him.

“Aye, so we very well could be dying tonight,” Rahne said a little more seriously.

“Nein, never think that way,” Kurt said, grabbing her hand. “Never think that.”

She gave him a weird look; “I think that everytime we go out.”

Kurt chuckled, “you shouldn’t be thinking such somber thoughts.”

“Are you going to take me mind of it then?” she said impishly.

“Maybe,” he said softly, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing along the knuckles
Rahne froze and then shivered, stunned, aroused and confused all at once.

“I know this is coming out of nowhere,” Kurt whispered, pulling her closer to him. “But tonight is a big night and your right. It could be a trap. So I was thinking you might want to spend some time until then doing something more fun then waiting.” When she was close enough he bent his head to her neck, kissing and so very lightly, drawing a fang across her neck.

Rahne shuddered more and gave in, after all, she did have a bit of a crush on the German boy and god knew this might be the last night they saw even if the info was accurate. There was talk that there might be over 300 down there and Storm thought there might be 50 hunters, the largest amount ever to be together in one place but still outnumbered.
This might be her last time.

Rahne brought Kurt’s head up to her own and kissed him deeply, parting his mouth and finding his tongue, drawing it into her own mouth and twisting it with hers. They never broke the kiss as they shed there armor, 3 months of practice making short work of it. When she was naked Kurt pulled her to him, feeling her body, the hard and lean muscles, built up from fighting and killing. His body was much the same thougngernger.

In a frenzy she pushed him back onto the floor, straddling him, she couldn’t believe how wet she was already with about two seconds of foreplay. She felt the scorching shaft of him brushing against her aroused clit and she almost came. She grunted into his mouth and reached between them, gripping and guiding.

Kurt gasped out “mein gott” when Rahne put him inside of her body, gripping him so tightly and sliding down the whole length. He gripped her hips hard and held htilltill, afraid he might cum. They were both panting and moan anyway as they grinded lightly against each other. Kurt slit open his eyes and caught the sight of her, atop him, mouth open in panting breath, short red hair standing out against her pale face that was no becoming flushed, her small breasts, with gumdrop nipples heaving, the redness spreading across them and he lost it.

He bucked up his hips and came , li, like his whole soul was shooting out the tip os cos cock to merge with hers. She shuddered with him, grinding hard on him until she was spent and flopped down.

When they could catch there breath they spoke.

Rahne. “Wow.”

Kurt. “Yeah, wow.”

Rahne. “Wanna go again?”

Kurt. “JA!”