Sins of the Father

Sins of the Father Chapter Seventeen (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta... I see slashy manga characters wandering around. Missing some? InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are fanfreakingtastic for archiving/hosting. ProPhile gets a muse cookie. ;) Morgan: *GLOMP * You smutbunny you... ;) Readers/Reviewers: I know I'm behind on sideflings and such but...RL sucks sometimes. Meh. And thank you sooooooooooooo much for reading/reviewing!!!!! And...HAPPY BELTANE!!!!!!!

"What are you doing?" Theresa screeched, a dangerous thing for someone such as her. "Stop it, Banshee!"
Sean whirled to face his daughter, his arm poised to throw the wooden spoon at Sam, who was standing stock still like a deer in the headlights next to Kurt. "Call me Da," he insisted. "Banshee is my codename!"
Theresa rolled her eyes. "And Da is what you call the man who raised you! Stop throwing things at Sam!" She reached for Sean's upflung arm but grabbed empty air as he lowered it, turning to fully face her and glare.
"I'd run now," Kitty muttered to Sam, her voice loud in the silence. "While the getting is good..."
Sean shot her a glare. " What're you two doing in here anyway? This is private!" He radiated anger, his face nearly glowing red and his voice obviously carefully modulated. His fists clenched at his sides as he did not quite meet Theresa's eyes.
"If you pardon my saying so," Kurt began gently, "you're having a private matter in the public kitchen..." He shrugged sheepishly. "Bitte," he added at Sean's death glare, "no disrespect but maybe you had better go to the study or even the gym. No one is in there..." He still had hold of Kitty's hand and had the distinct impression that Sam would have grabbed his other one had it been a socially acceptable gesture of panic. "What happened?" he asked the taller youth to his side.
"He just went nuts!" Sam exploded, his previous stillness seeming to vanish in a blink in the presence of friends. "We was just kissin'!"
Sean growled, "Do NOT talk about me or to me like that, Samuel! I am an adult and disrespect is an infraction of Institute rules!"
"Oh for the love of..." Theresa stalked into the center of the kitchen, to the head of the table and stood between her father and her almost-boyfriend. "He didn't deflower me, you overprotective twit! I haven't been a virgin since I was fourteen!"
Silence so deep one could drown in it fell instantly. After a moment where Kitty swore she could hear every heartbeat in the room, Sean ground out. "You. What?"
Theresa seemed nervous for the first time since her introduction to the Institute. "I...um...haven't been a virgin since I was fourteen..." She colored deeply and looked down at the scuffed toes of her shoes. "Sam knew before we even did anything..."
Sam nodded unhelpfully and looked as if he wanted to go to her but he remained rooted by Kurt's side. Sean, however, had no such problems with mobility and took three heavy, booted steps to Theresa's side. "And I suppose Black Tom1 knew about this? I suppose," he continued before Theresa could respond, "he even condoned it!" It was an accusation, not a question.
"Well," Theresa said sweetly, her eyes hard, "it isn't like I had a father around to give me guidance!" With that, she turned sharply away and strode from the room, leaving a stunned quartet in her wake. Sam opened his mouth like a fish, closed it, opened it again, then turned and ran, his footsteps thudding up the stairs.
Kurt's heart ached for Sean on a level he could not name. "I'm sorry," he blurted, porting before Sean could respond. They ended up in Kitty's room, the evening sun tinting everything reddish pink. "That," he finally said, "was uncomfortable."
Kitty nodded, her eyes still wide. "Wow." She shook her head. "Wow," she repeated. "That was messy."
"On several levels," Kurt agreed, releasing her hand. "Katzchen, I've been meaning to talk to you about what happened earlier..." He swallowed hard, nervous. He knew she was still sensitive to the point of anger about the Professor's actions of a few weeks before, but he also knew that he could not just sit by and watch her turn into someone who loathed and hated. Someone, he thought, like her grandfather.
Kitty froze, steps away from him on the way to her desk where the briefly forgotten letter seemed to glow with promise. "Kurt, I know what you're going to say and I don't want to hear it, okay? Not...not right now. Please?" She turned back to face him with a pleading expression on her face. "Not until after I read my letter and know..."
Kurt could not see what the two had to do with one another but he nodded assent. "I'm not going to just let this go," he warned her, moving to sit on her bed. "It's too important, Liebes."
She sighed and visibly wilted. "I know." With an anguished expression, she reached for the letter on her desk. Glancing quickly up at Kurt she vented a shaky laugh. "I don't think I can do this."
He patted the bed next to him and held out his hand. "Sit down...you can't open letters standing up. It's against some law..." His tentative smile was answered with an even more tremulous one from Kitty.
School, she thought dimly, was almost everything to her. Academics, anyway. She defined herself by her intelligence most days and if she was rejected from the one school she felt worth her effort, worth the thirteen years of straight A's (well, almost straight), thirteen years of studying and pushing herself and trying even harder than her best...She was fairly certain she would do something very irritating and cry. She peeled up one corner of the envelope seal and paused. Her fingers were shaking too hard to do her much good. "Kurt?" she asked softly without looking at him. "Please?"
Kurt nodded and plucked the envelope from her fingers. He could feel her trembling beside him and patted her knee. "I know you got in, Liebes. I know it sure as I know my name..." He smiled in what he hoped was an encouraging manner and peeled the envelope open.
Kitty realized she was holding her breath as dizziness swept over her and exhaled in a noisy rush. "Well?" Her throat felt very dry all of a sudden and she found herself clutching mercilessly at Kurt's tail that lay between them. "What does it say?" she demanded shrilly.
Kurt folded the letter neatly and tucked it back into the envelope. He hid it behind his back and in a serious tone said, "Have I ever told you that I think you're beautiful?"
"I got rejected," she breathed. "I should've known. Damn it!" She started to stand up but his tail around her wrist pulled her back into place.
"Liebes, you didn't answer my question..." His eyes crinkled with a barely suppressed smile as he leaned away from her grasping hands. "Answer me and I'll give you the letter!"
"You didn't answer my question," she growled, trying to grab for the envelope but finding him too evasive. "Kurt! Uncute!"
Kurt laughed and laid on his back, holding his hands up for her to see. "I don't have it!" Making a sudden grab for her, he pulled her down on top of him, her legs straddling him for balance. "You're going to have to look for it."
"Kurt!" she whined. "Stop it! Lemme see the letter!" As she spoke, she realized what he was about. Pausing mid-wriggled, she narrowed her eyes. "Oh, really?" she intoned mock-sternly. "So I have to work for it now?"
Kurt cocked his heard to one side before grinning. "Ja...if you want to put it like that" He arched his hips against her meaningfully, letting her feel his arousal. She could wait a little while longer, he thought to himself, and so long as he did not have to think about her reaction when she read the letter, he was okay.
Kitty wriggled now with new purpose, pressing down on him to feel his hard length rubbing against the juncture of her thighs. He closed his eyes and exhaled noisily as she leaned forward and brushed a kiss against his neck, her fingers wrapping around his tail. She moved against him again, the clothes between them creating friction enough to make her shiver as the seam of her jeans rubbed against her sensitive folds. "You're being manipulative," she pointed out, pressing her free hand against his chest for balance as she pushed herself up. "I think you're using me," she pouted.
Kurt opened one eye, not quite sure if she was teasing or not. The slight smile on her lips gave him some measure of relief, transmuting into a sharp spike of lust as she began stroking the end of his tail. He could feel her growing more aroused through their dual layers of clothes and the faint scent of her teased his nostrils as she moved. "Katzchen, you're the one being manipulative," he ground out between clenched teeth. "Teasing me like this..."
She smiled outright then. "Teasing am I? Well..." She slipped her hand between them and giggled at his gasp as she phased her hand through his jeans and grasped his length. "Guess I'd better stop."
Kurt groaned softly as she squeezed him. "Hexe2," he breathed, grasping her waist and quickly but carefully moving so that she was beneath him.
Kitty gasped in surprise but kept smiling at him, unabashed. She grabbed the waistband of his jeans and pulled them off without so much as a by-your-leave, mentally thanking whoever was listening that her powers were useful sometimes. Kurt's hands were everywhere on her, touching her bare skin as she exposed it, pulling at her jeans before she could manage to phase out of him as well as her shirt and underthings. His shirt joined hers at the foot of the bed and she shivered happily. Kurt rested on his elbows above her, his arousal hard and hot against her core. "You were accepted," he murmured simply. "You have a scholarship and you are accepted without reservation." He could not keep the tinge of sadness out of his voice.
She stared at him, open mouthed for a long moment before uttering, "Oh...oh!" She pulled him down hungrily for a kiss, her legs wrapping around his back and thighs in entreaty. She did not have to be an empath to know how Kurt felt about her acceptance to the school. She knew he was sad because she would spend days away from him but she knew, too, that he would be killing himself with guilt over it. She did not know which to address first so she applied herself to their physical union, the outward aspect of their love for each other. She carefully did not think of being apart from him for five days at a time as he filled her, the length of him making her shudder as he pushed into her slowly. She did not entertain the notion of the stress their relationship would suffer due to her departure, even for a few days at a time, as he lowered his head to her breast, his tongue darting out to flick across the rosy peak before capturing it between his lips and drawing on her softly. She concentrated only on how good it felt when he thrust into her, how her body seemed to arch of it's own volition as his fur brushed against her bare skin, his breath a prayer on her heated flesh. Kitty offered her throat to his litany of her name and pleasured words, shivering anew as his teeth nipped at the tender expanse of pale neck. She tightened her legs around him and bit back a whimpering cry as his fingers found her folds, rubbing the nub of her desire as he filled her with his length. She felt the warmth flood her veins and did not have to concentrate on keeping the bad thoughts at bay any longer as the familiar coil of need became tighter in her belly. Kitty closed her eyes and sighed his name, asking for release as he gave it to her. Golden shocks of climax arced in her limbs, burning bright in her womanhood and belly as she felt like she was melting from the inside out. Kurt moved within her still, his guttural tones in her ear making her gasp with pleasure. She could not stifle the cry that escaped her throat as Kurt stiffened and groaned, filling her with his release.
Kurt reluctantly moved from atop her, Kitty's legs slowly untwining from his back. "Sorry I held it back from you," he breathed when he could form coherent words. "I guess...I don't know."
"It's okay...I liked how you kept me from reading it," she teased, rolling onto her side to rest his head on her chest. "Kurt, don't be scared about us. We'll be fine... Together forever, right?"
"Right," he sighed. "Together forever." He laid there a moment longer before sighing. "We had better get dressed. Dinner is in fifteen minutes."
"Don't wanna," she sighed. "Besides, the kitchen is still a mess, I bet."
Kurt opened his mouth but his words turned into a snarl as a knock fell on the door. "How the hell to they always KNOW?" Kitty giggled and grabbed her clothes, running into the bathroom to dress as Kurt pulled on his jeans and stalked to the door. Aggie stood there, sullen. "Ja?" Kurt snapped. "Was?"
"Annie can't do anything right," she ground out. She held up one hand and made a twisting gesture.
"What the Hell was that?" Kurt demanded. "What do you want?"
"Nothing now," Aggie smiled sweetly. "You're done."



1 Black Tom was Siryn's uncle and raised her after the death of her mother when Siryn was a baby. Until Banshee found he had a daughter, Siryn thought of Black Tom as her father and joined him in his criminal acts, growing up in a not so good environment...
2 Witch