Institutionalized

INSTITUTIONALIZED CHAPTER TWO (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), I think we're suffering from overflow with the multiple menageries... I found Joaquin sitting on top of the bookcase to stay out of the way of marauding ducks! InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are sparkled for archiving. ReadReaders/Reviewers: Hmmm...it seems the armadillo's demeanor was a ruse... They've got claws and aren't afraid the use them. The ducks have taken to watching KillKiller Kitties (tm) and their Minions (tm) grumble at the dillos from across the lawn...I think one of the armadillos shot them the finger. Or claw...whichever.

"So...you're Jewish?" Kurt's father winced as he said it. He was at a loss for things to talk about with Kitty, being left alone with her while the girls spirited Kurt away to see some new puppies during his girlfriend's shower. Astrid was busy in the kitchen, the smell of lunch wafting through the house and making Johannes's stomach rumble.
Kitty seemed just as lost. "Um, yes. My whole life," she said, laughing nervously. "Jewish."
"I think that there is a synagogue in the next town over... I'm not exactly sure. You see, we only live here when the circus is not performing." He was searching for something that might interest Kitty to talk about and hoped that, maybe, she would ask questions about the circus or Germany or even Kurt as a child, relieving him of the burden of leading the conversation.
"Oh." Kitty chewed on her lower lip nervously, looking everywhere but at Kurt's father. She knew that she was probably being rude, but the man intimidated her, despite his friendly demeanor. "Um...where do you stay when the circus is on?"
"Ah, we have a trailer, very nice one, actually..." He trailed off uncomfortably. "Kitty, I must confess...I'm not quite sure what to say to you!"
At that, Kitty's face broke into a relieved smile. With a giggle, she said, "Me, either! Kurt's told me so much about you but I have no idea what I should say!"
"Well, what did you and Astrid talk about when you met her?"
"Er...those were slightly different circumstances." Kitty colored slightly and looked down at her pink sneakers. Johannes made a noise that was somewhere between a murmur and a word and they fell silent again. "So...does everyone in town work for the circus?"
"Just about," he replied. "If they don't work for it directly, they have a family member that does or they take care of our homes while we're gone!"
"Oh, well...good...." Kitty was grasping at straws, the circus conversation not quite going as planned. She sighed and said, "I'm sorry...this is kinda silly, isn't it? Us sitting here like this. Kurt's told me so much about you and I'm sorry that you didn't get to come with the girls and visit."
"They could not stop talking about the mansion and all the teenagers there!" he laughed. "For weeks, all we heard from Erika was 'Todd's tongue' this and 'Slime' that... I don't recall what they said about your...gift, though," he said, pausing with wide eyes. "I'm sorry...does that bother you, to have me mention it?"
"It would have, when I was younger," she said honestly, "but not now. It's what I am..." She smiled in a slightly mischievous manner, reaching for Johannes' hand as if to get his attention. He blinked in surprise, his mouth falling open slightly as she passed right through him and back again. "I phase through solid things."
"And that's just one of the reasons I love her," Kurt said from the door, his arms full of puppy. "He followed me home, can I keep her?"
Kitty giggled as Kurt's father groaned. "You tried that with the tiger cubs when you were four...do you remember my answer then?"
Kurt sighed. "Nein...no pets because we travel so much. But I don't travel much!"
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"Maybe you should, like, ask the Professor then?" Kitty suggested, feeling slightly less uncomfortable now that Kurt was there. "Don't you think Rahne would be weird about it?"
"She shouldn't be...she can only look like a wolf...she's not really one!" Kurt put the puppy down on the floor and nudged it's bottom, sending it skittering in canine enthusiasm towards his father. "Look, she loves you already!"
His father shook his head. "It didn't work with the tiger cubs, or the horse, or the goat, or the baby birds..." The puppy, tiny and brown with a tail that never slowed down, chose that opportunity to whimper and lick Johannes' fingers, standing on pudgy brown and white spotted legs to do so. "Not you, too..."
"That's how we ended up with the chickens," Kurt said, nodding wisely.
"Chickens licked your father?" Kitty asked, raising a brow.
Both Wagners laughed. "Nein," Johannes said, smiling. "They pecked me until I let them stay in the yard...Kurti built a coop but they kept getting out."
Kurt was grinning fit to burst as he sat next to Kitty. Despite ample room on the sofa, he chose to sit very close, their arms and legs touching as he wrapped his tail around her waist. Kitty colored, not quite comfortable showing affection in front of the elder Wagner. "Where are your sisters?" she asked abruptly.
"Ah, mooning over Sergei. His family just joined the circus...they're fortune tellers, it seems."
"Are they Russian?" Kitty asked with no small interest. Any time she had a chance to use the language, she pounced on it, Bayville not offering a plethora of opportunities for it.
Johannes nodded, now holding the puppy in the crook of his arm as if it belonged there. "Very nice family, a little reclusive but they're coming around...Speaking of which, some of the troupe are coming around for dinner tonight, Kurt!"
Kitty felt a new wash of nervousness at the prospect of meeting many new people at once and, as Kurt and his father talked on in German, she wished she were back home. _I really like his family, aside from how nervous his dad makes me, but I don't know how to deal with so many new people at once! _ She could pick up some of their rapid speech and understood that at least twenty people would be over, but there would probably be many more, she realized as more names cropped up in the conversation. _You can do this...you dealt with Magneto and Tabby and Lance before he came over all normal...you dealt with your own family...this isn't the time for getting social phobia! _

_Now's the time for social phobia _, she thought several hours later. She was still full from lunch by the time dinner rolled around and as a result, barely picked at the food before her. Astrid kept giving her worried looks, despite Kurt's assurances and tired sighs that no, Kitty was not sick. She always ate like that. Kitty herself tried to assure the woman that she was fine and even Kurt's sisters jumped in, understand as only teenagedls cls can the insane desire to control one's figure before it's even really developed, but Astrid still insisted on feeling Kitty's forehead for signs of a fever. Finding none, she returned to her seat and gave her worried glances until Kitty managed to eat most of the vegetables on her plate and several rolls. Before Astrid could push dessert on her, a knock sounded on the front door followed by several loud voices chorusing greeting. "Ah, they're early!" Kurt said, giving Kitty a slightly worried glance. He could tell that she did not relish the idea of so many people descending at once but was too polite to go hide in her (formerly his, before he moved to New York) room until the morning. "Katzchen?"
"No, I'm fine...just...full. Still tired from the trip," she said, only fibbing a little. The rest of the evening became a blur as plates were cleared and people began trickling into the kitchen to share the dessert Astrid had made as well as the cakes, pies, and other sweets people had brought to welcome Kurt back, even though it was for a short while. Kitty felt Kurt's eyes on her the entire time she was in the kitchen, mostly hiding in the corner near the stove while people crowded him and hugged him, commenting on how much he had grown or changed or both. No one seemed phased by his blue and fuzzy appearance, Kitty noticed, though she was not exactly surprised. She yawned widely, Katja catching her eye and frowning slightly. Tired, the girl mouthed, making it a question. Kitty nodded. Katja whispered something to Erika, who wove through the group between them and Kitty to say, "You can go to bed if you want...no one will be offended! You're tired and still a little disoriented time-wise."
"It's not quite that," Kitty began, before nodded. "If you're sure it won't be a problem..."
"Not at all. If something interesting happens, I'll come get you," Erika promised, smiling before giving her a quick hug. "Besides, if you pass out in here, someone's bound to start setting desserts on you when they run out of table space!"
Kitty laughed softly and returthe the hug. "If Kurt looks for me, tell him I'll see him later!" Erika nodded and took Kitty's hand, helping her weave her way through the group with minimal questioning. Kitty smiled and nodded if she did not recognize a phrase and answered when she did, though she was sure most of the smiling accompanying her response on their part was mostly due to her mispronunciations. "You'll tell me if I call someone a cabbage or something, won't you?"
Erika laughed. "Sure, unless it's Sergei's grandmother. She smells a bit like a boiled one!"
"Now, Erika, is that a nice thing to say?" Kurt questioned kindly but sternly, appearing from a well of shadows in the sitting room as the girls passed from the kitchen.
"Kurti!" she squeaked. "Stop doing that! I had just gotten used to not having the life scared out of me in the dark by well-meaning brothers and here you come, doing it all over again!"
Kitty found her gaze shifting from brother to sister, a little envious of their easy interaction. "She was just parting the Red Sea for me..." she said, hoping that Kurt would not be upset with hister ter on her behalf.
"Go back to the company, Moses," he said, tugging Erika's ponytail and receiving a raspberry1 for his efforts. He motioned for Kitty to be quiet when she would speak and took her hand, leading her through the sitting room and down the hallway to the room she was staying in. Once there, he shut the door and said, "Tired or stage fright?"
"A little of both", she admitted, sitting on the bed wearily before falling back to groan. "I'm so full..."
"Mama thinks it's her mission in life to feed the thin." Kurt sat next to her and took up one of her feet in his hands, removing her shoe and sock. "Where do you find all this pink stuff?"
"Around," she sighed as he began rubbing her feet. She stifled another yawn and felt herself slowly sliding into the pleasant darkness of sleep until Kurt shifted, reaching for her other foot. She blinked as if she would become more coherent but began the slip again as he massaged her feet and toes anew. She stretched luxuriously, part of her mind registering that his touch was moving further up her legs to her calves, then her knees, barely tickling the sensitive spot on the back of her legs before she felt his fingers unfastening the button on her jeans. "Kurt," she began, only to have him stretch to kiss her, cutting off her words.
"I'm goingoing to do _that _..." he said against her ear, unzipping her jeans. "You don't have to do anything...I want to do this for you tonight."
"What about the company?" she asked nervously, the din of voices intruding on her hazy state of mind.
"They won't bother us. I'll tell them that you're still jet lagged and I was just making sure your room was in order before you went to bed," he said easily, slipping his hand between her jeans and her panties, his fingers slowly and assuredly pressing and stroking through the thin fabric. "But you know," he said, serious and teasing at the same time, "you're going to have to meet everyone tomorrow. They're starting the rehearsals for later in the summer and we're both supposed to be there."
Kitty nodded, only half understanding him. She was more intent on the wonderful feelings spreading upwards through her stomach and limbs, driving all sleep away from her eyes in the process. She raised her hips when he began to tug her jeans downwards, leaving her momentarily bereft at the loss of his touch from her growing need. "Sorry I'm so weird today."
"Just today?" he teased, making her roll her eyes and give him a slight kick to his ankle. "Hey, you never know...I might be into the abuse thing!" He was all but invisible in the dark of the room and Kitty reached out to touch his face and know his expression.
"Uh, I think I'd, like, know!" she said, giggling as his breath tickled her ear. She could feel him smile beneath her fingers and his sigh when she began to trail bare leg up his clothed one. "You have on too many clothes..."
"Not for this I don't," he said quietly, kissing her neck then her throat, trailing his darting tongue down to the hollow where her collarbones met. She murmured softly as he licked her there, his hands at her waist and hips, removing her underwear and sending them the way of her jeans, in a neat heap on flo floor near the bed. He sighed, wishing they had time to do more, wishing she were less tired, but at the same time excited by the prospect of what he was about to do. Pushing her shirt up to expose her bra-clad breasts, Kurt kissed first one cotton-covered nipple then the other as she arched towards him, her fingers digging into the bedspread beneath them. He savored the taste of her skin, the faint sweetness of her lotion that lingered even hours after her shower, the slightly salty taste of warm flesh against his tongue and most of all, the feeling of her very warm center rubbing against him as she tried to find some relief from the pressure building within her. "Be patient, Liebes," he murmured against her stomach, darting his tongue into her navel and making her squirm.
"Don't want to," she said petulantly, but stilled herself nonetheless. She gasped loudly as he kissed her very softly just above the dark curls at the apex of her thighs. Kurt's fingers were caressing her slick folds, coaxing her to open for him as he kissed her again, lower this time, and finally, she could not stay still anymore as his breath sent a shiver through her entire body, teasing and torturing her sensitive flesh. "Kurt," she groaned softly. He murmured something inaudible against her, nuzzling her mound before dipping his head to lave her center in one long, slow lick. She bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out as he repeated the action, this time darting his tongue into her folds to flick at the tight bundle of nerves there. Kurt soon became purposefully erratic in his ministrations, making Kitty writhe beneath him, despite the tight grip he had on her hips for the entire event. She was moaning and mewling, her best efforts to keep quiet not quite succeeding, the voices of the guests in the front of the house luckily covering any sound that may have come from the room.
Kurt wanted to hear her more than anything else. He wanted to hear her cry out his name as she had so many times before as he veritably feasted on her womanhood, tasting the very essence of her. He swore to himself that he would find some way tomorrow to take her away from all the people that were sure to be around, take her somewhere they could be by themselves without having to sneak around and be subversive just for a few moments of pleasure. Kitty inhaled sharply as he scraped his teeth just barely across the bud of flesh that radiated need, following the action with a tiny lick. Softly, she said, "Again!" and he was more than happy to comply. She began moving her hips against him, trying to feel more and do more and somehow show him that she loved everything he was doing to her. Kurt's grip on her hips tightened almost painfully, but she did not care as she felt the first tremors of release run through her. His name became a whispered litany as hot lassitude spread through her body, her legs coming around his waist as if to hold him there as he increased his attentions to her trembling center. She could not help the one keening cry that escaped her lips as he suckled on her femininity, seemingly drinking her in. She finally pushed him away when she could not stand it anymore, her release making her supersensitive to his every touch.
Kurt crawled back up onto the bed to lay alongside her as she panted for breath, turning to him to clutch at his fur and press against him in the dark room. "I'd better get back out there before someone notices I'm gone..." he said regretfully after several long moments.
Kitty sighed. "If they haven't already," she said quietly, still feeling tiny aftershocks of or run running through her veins. "Come back tonight?"
"I don't know if I can...but I promise you that tomorrow we'll be together."
"So long as it's not first thing in the morning. I look like Hell then," she grumbled, though smiling. Raising herself up on one elbow, she kissed him before letting him get off the bed. "Night then."
"Good night, Katzchen...and don't be afraid of my father," he said from the doorway. "He already considers you another daughter."
"No pressure there," she sighed after he closed the door. There was a snuffling noise and then the puppy jumped onto her bed, licking her face as she scrambled to cover her nudity. "Oh, great! We did that in front of an innocent dog! Great!" The dog, however, seemed none the worse for wear as it circled twice and laid down against Kitty's arm. "Well, you're not Kurt but at least you're fuzzy," she said, yawning. "Don't tell him I said that," she added a moment later. As she drifted off to sleep, she realized that she missed the sounds of the mansion settling, of Jubilee's radio playing just a little too loudly, and Logan's heavy tread letting them all know he was making his rounds. _I wonder what everyone's doing back home... _

A/N I wanted to have two bits here, one of Kurt and Kitty and one of the Institute, but Kurt and Kitty ran long...Next chapter, what is going on back home?



1 You know, when you stick your tongue out at someone and go phhhhhhhhhhhttttttttttt!