Constant Craving

CONSTANT CRAVING CHAPTER 2 (NC-17)
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A/N Slow start... Goddess Foxfeather is superlovely and special because she hasn't gone mad from my horrible grammar and all my translation questions...Ted, I request and require you to feed her chocolate and give her kisses on demand. Archivists-I really, really, really love you. I really do. Readers/Reviewers" :) squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeal!!!!!!!! (that was a happy noise)



Storm took a deep, cleansing breath and assessed the gathered teenagers. Hissed insults, harsh thumps and louder invectisignsignaled the fight currently brewing before her eyes. "Children...students... I thought it was understood that, when Lance and Todd took up residence here at the Institute, there would be no infighting or backstabbing. Was I mistaken?"
"No, Storm," came the general chorus.
"Then would someone like to explain the fighting that's been going on the past few days?" She was not prepared for the eruption of babble and accusations that spilled across the table. Voices raised to a dull roar as Brotherhood sniped at X Men, X Men yelled at Brotherhood, and each accused their brethren of crimes ranging from mocking their beliefs to drinking the last of thlk. lk. "Stop!" Storm clapped her hands over her ears and closed her eyes, the room falling silent in the face of her commanding voice. "You are behaving like spoiled brats!"
"Um, like, Storm, I totally think that's not fair!" Kitty said quickly, her nervousness making her fall back on old speech patterns.
"Too bad....it's true. You are here together and you must live together. I do not want to hear one iota of complaint-the only reason we have been so lenient with you all," here she paused to cut her eyes towards the known couples and the ones she suspected, "is because we believed you had all reached a more mature stage in your lives. I am sad to say that we seem to be mistaken. "
There was uncomfortable shifting as the teenagers exchanged glances before Jean spoke up. "Storm, n't n't think you were mistaken; I think that we just need to work out these differences before we can get along."
Storm sighed. A weak murmur of agreement rippled through the group but she ignored it. "Jean, it may surprise you to hear this, but you're right. I spoke with the other tutors and mentors last night and we decided that you are all on your own for this one."
"What?" Kitty was slightly incredulous. "You mean you aren't going to mediate this?"
Storm shook her head emphatically. "No. You're all usually mature individuals. I fought hard for you-Logan wanted to sentence you all to chores in order to knock this silliness out of you-his words, not mine. I convinced the Professor that you were all...capable...enough to handle in-fighting. Don't prove me wrong." Storm quelled any rising protest with a imperiously raised eyebrow and a murmured, "Very well then..." before nodding farewell and drifting from the room.
It wa sil silent that you could hear a pin drop. The clock ticked ominously as the teenagers refused to make eye contact and feet were shuffled under the table. "Well," Lance finally said, "I think this whole thing is fucking stupid."
"You're the one being fucking stupid, Lance!" Scott said. "You're the one who started all this shit!"
"All what?" Kurt asked, cutting Lance off with a flick of his tail.
Amara sighed and rolled her eyes; "Lance said something about the Brotherhood being more street-smart than us. Scott took it personal and they got Fight Club.1"
"It degraded into Brotherhood versus X Men," Rogue sighed, stretching her legs under the table to brush against Todd's calves, making him jerk before he grinned.
Kurt looked at Kitty with a raised brow. "Well," he said slowly, "it kind of is... Us versus them, I mean."
"Thank you, Kurt!" Scott straightened visibly and nodded in satisfaction.
"Don't encourage him," Jean snapped. "This is just stupid to fight! I mean, Lance and Todd are here now and whatever they believe has to be in line with us somehow...I mean, why else would you stay, right?" she addressed the last to Lance and Todd.
The two youths exchanged meaningful looks, seeming to debate an answer. Lance spoke quickly, eyes never leaving Amara's. "We don't think it's possible to live in peace with non-mutants. It's just not gonna happen. Me an' Todd...we want to stay cuz we don't really agree with the Brotherhood anymore but we ain't ever gonna be all soft like you guys!"
Rogue raised a dangerous brow. "I believe Remy can back me up here...we're not soft."
'But you guys are former Brotherhood!" Todd said almost desperately.
"Key word bein' former, Todd...We think that maybe we can make peace with the non-mutants..." Rogue looked at Remy for confirmation but found none. "Remy?"
Jubilee stared hard at her lover's closed expression. "Gumbo...you think we can make peace with the norms, right?"
"Mebbe...mebbe not," he shrugged, splaying a handful of cards lazily, nervous habit being masked as couth suavity. "I not be as...anti-norm as some of de Brudderhood, mais je ne pense pas que2 dere will ebber be peace between us, eh?"
"What?" Kitty erupted, jumping to her feet and slamming her palms down on the table. "You're fucking with me!"
"Non, chere, I be serious..." Remy shrugged but looked askance at Jubilee only to find her icy glare.
Amara rose as well. "Fuck this. I'm going to bed. Lance?" she asked, snapping her fingers.
"Me-ow, Princess...I'm not you're boy toy. Go to bed on your own!" _I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...ooooh...maybe she'll punish me later! _
Todd was looking wide-eyed at Rogue, mouth working in mute frustration. He wanted to tell her that he thought they could be peaceful with the norms but he could not figure out a way to do so without sounding loveland and desperate, begging for her attention and understanding. She rose to join Kitty and Amara and tossed her hair back from her face, eyes daring Todd to speak. Their relationship was still secret because of him, not her. He was afraid people would make fun of her or try to hurt her because of his nature, a fear that broke Rogue's heart on a daily basis. He finally said, softly and tremulously, "I don't think we're always gonna f wit with norms but I don't think we'll be...ya know...all lovey dovey and stuff..." He shrugged, refusing to meet Rogue's eyes.
Jean stood then, followed by Rahne. "Okay," the telepath said, "just doing a preliminary check, the women think you're being idiots. We're never all going to agree on anything-Hell, I know how hard it is to just order pizza for us, so why should we all agree on personal politics? What's important is that we are all in this together and support each other."
Kurt said slowly, eyes never leaving Kitty and feeling a deep sense of doing something almost wrong. "Jean, I don't think we can all live here if we don't all agree on the same basic principles..."
"Kurt!" Kitty recoiled as if struck. "How could you?"
Jamie piped in, "It's not the end of the world, Kitty..."
Jean held up a placating hand. "Girls, I'm going to bed." She moved quickly from the room, ignoring Scott's goodnight.
"Me, too!" Kitty followed suite, not even looking at Kurt.
Amara merely snarled at Lance and billowed past, followed by Rahne who gave Jamie an apologetic look before scurrying after the other women. Rogue was the last to leave. She paused in the doorway and turned to say something else but shook her head, glaring in turn at Todd then Remy. "You're all on your own..." she muttered before storming from the room. Behind her, before she even reached the stairs, she could hear the kitchen erupt into total chaos.

"This is regoddamneddiculous." Rogue flung herself down on Kitty's bed and scowled at the ceiling. "They're being insane!"
"Tell me about it..." Kitty sank next to her, joining in her ruminations on the ceiling.
"What do you think they'll do?" the Southerner finally asked. "Think someone's gonna get hit?" Not Todd, by damn...
Kitty chuckled weakly. "Maybe someone will get the shit beat outta them, but I think we're just gonna hear a lot of yelling for the next few days. Maybe it's this cabin fever..." It was the verge of fall holiday and the weather was looking bleak. There were two days left in the week before the two-week Thanksgiving break celebrated in Bayville; people were getting antsy but the threat of impending snow made everyone cautious of making prolonged plans for the break.
"Nah...it was just a matter of time. I'm just surprised Remy didn't say something earlier. He was super in to the Brotherhood thing for a while there. I always figured he'd be the one to snap."
"I just can't believe Kurt is being so narrow minded!" Kitty sighed and hugged a pillow to her chest. "Gonna sleep in here tonight?"
"Nah...I'm headed towards bed...I'm just so pissed that I can't stand myself!" Rogue was halfway out the door when Kitty stopped her.
"If it doesn't all blow over soon, I have a plan..."

Kurt was the first victim. He was still feeling confused and worried over Kitty's reaction to his statement in the kitchen as oweloweled off, taking care not to mat his fur, still damp from the shower. He busily cleaned his ears with a corner of the towel as he wandered from his bathroom into the bedroom proper. "Yeow!" Kurt 'ported, naked as a jaybird, into the hallway.
"Nice..." St John sniggered and slapped Kurt on his bare bottom as he stood, agape and balanced on one foot. A spring-type mouse trap had snapped his toes on one foot briefly, his 'port freeing his digits.
"Klappe!" Kurt hastily tied his towel around his waist and glared at St John's retreating back, the other boy already giggling over how to tell Bobby for maximum effect. With great caution, he pushed his bedroom door open and let his eyes adjust quickly to the dark. A line of mousetraps was strewn from the bathroom to his bed and, as he pushed the door further open, a handful of raw eggs fell all over his shoulders and head, cracking with a sick, wet thud as they pelted him. Kurt stared in mute horror at the now-mess that was his room, his mind whirling for criminals.

Scott fell for one of the oldest tricks in the book. Actually, he did not have much choice. He was having the nicest dream about warm water, soaking in a tub with bubbles in it. The dream progressed to include a burgeoning pressure in his abdomen. _Mmmm...I can wait a bit...I like this part of the dream...Jean and bubbles! _ He felt suddenly relieved and cold all at once. His mind registered what happened and even picked up a sexless giggle before he found his glasses with one hand, realizing that the other hand was now soaked and wet, resting in a bowl of tepid water. A wet spot spread across his lap and beneath him, mortifying Scott no end. _I fucking wet the bed! I'm seventeen and I wet my fucking bed! Shit hellfire!!! Belatedly, Scott shook his hand dry aigheighed. Gotta be one of the Brotherhood... _

Todd was minding his own business, watching _Cops _ and rooting for the crazy guy running red lights all over Kansas City, Missouri. Lance's bellow of anger made Todd leap straight into the air and cling to the dormant ceiling fan. "Man! What the fuck..."
"Someone is not fucking funny, and I think it's you!" Lance stormed from the bathroom, boxers on inside out and backwards, hair wet and lank. "You're a sick fuck. I'm gonna kick your ass!"
"What did I do, man?" Todd was now afraid-Lance had only rarely turned tull ull force of his anger on him and this was shaping up to be one of those times.
"You know!" He made a grab for Todd's dangling leg but the smaller boy twisted so that he was out of reach.
'No, man! I swear on my stack of porn I don't know what you mean!"
Lance assessed his friend and found fear in his eyes. _Maybe he doesn't know...maybe it was one of the X-geeks... _ "Someone put Saran wrap over the toilet bowl!"
"Ew..."3 Todd lowered himself to the ground but made sure to stay out of Lance's reach.
"Tell me about it... And there's Vaseline on the doorknobs around back."
Todd snorted. "That's grade school shit!"
A gleam popped into Lance's eyes. "Think we can do better?"
"With hands tied behind our backs!" Todd smiled broadly. "Got something in mind?"
"Oh, yeah...Like Scott said last night...This is war!"


1 One of the most fucked up movies I have ever seen. It's best viewed under the influence of Schnapps or with strange friends.
2 "But I don't think that..."
3 makes a HUGE mes...