Persistence of Memory

Persistence of Memory Chapter Twenty One (NC-17)

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smutmuse…That’s a good thing, really!
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And *duck kisses * for all of you.
Even from the dictator-duck and his second in command, the Che Guevara
duck. Now all we need is an Evita duck
and we have a musical.

 

 

 



“Okay, we
have a problem here,” Beast muttered under his breath. He did not feel panic, mind, but rather
stress. A lot of stress. “Can you pick this up?” he asked, setting a
coffee cup on the table between him and Kitty.

“I don’t
know…” she cried, panic clear in her voice.


“Try,
Liebes,” Kurt urged, shedding great clumps of blue fur in his fearful
state.

“Okay,” she
practically sobbed, reaching for the cup tentatively. She gasped with relief when she closed her fingers around the
handle and picked it up, only to burst into tears when it passed through her
hand and crashed to the floor.

Swallowing
his own panic, Kurt pulled Kitty to him in an embrace, closing his eyes as she
passed in and out of phase like a candle flame flickering. “It’s okay, Liebes. Just alitclitch!” He tried to sound confident but he heard the slight sigh from
Beast and damned himself for a liar.
“Kitty, look at me,” he said softly.
She sniffled miserably and turned her -str-streaked face up to his.
“You’re going to be fine. Didn’t I
promise you everything would be alright?”

“Yes,” she
said softly, still sniffling. She was
trying hard not to cry but tears still leaked from the corners of her eyes and
her breath was coming in shorter and shorter bursts, verging on outright
sobs.

“Well, I
always keep my promises, don’t I?”

“As far as
I know,” she allowed, striving for a normal tone. She phased out of solidity again as she tried to touch Kurt’s
face. “Damn it!” she cried. “Why is this happening!”

“Schatz,”
Kurt began, only to be cut off by a bamf. “Sheisse!” he cried from somewhere
nearby. After a moment he
reappeared. “Schatz,” he tried again.

“It’s
happening to you, too!” she accused. “Beast, what’s going on?”

“I don’t
know,” he admitted. “This is something
I’ve never seen before.” He strongly felt that the only person who would even
have a vague idea would be Professor Xavier but he was not going to express
that out loud, especially as the man in question was currently locked in his
room, Forge and Warren outside the door to make sure he did not panic
overmuch.

Kitty
closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, grabbing Kurt’s hand and
squeezing it tightly. “I don’t want to phase
but I can’t help it!”[1] Opening her eyes, she focused on a cup of
pencils on Beast’s desk. Determinedly,
she reached for them, pausing for a fraction of a second before making contact. Almost triumphantly, she picked up the cup
and held it. “Oh…”

Beast
chanced a sigh. “That’s very good. Maybe this is transient…”

Kurt
frowned. He could not feel Kitty’s hand
in his own anymore, but he could feel her shoulder against his. “Liebes…” he reached out and touched the
pencil cup, finding that it was not in phase.
“How are you doing this?”

“Doing
what?” Kitty watched with something
akin to horror as Kurt pulled away from her, his hand passing through hers.

“Your
foot,” Beast said flatly.

Kitty
looked down and groaned, her foot disappearing into the floor. “God,” she cried. “What’s going on?”

Kurt looked
startled and disappeared again, teleporting back a moment or two later. “Beast,” he said urgently, “what can we do?”

“I don’t
know,” he said, aggravated. Kitty had
righted herself and was standing firmly on the floor again, though she was
trying to touch different things with her hands and bumping Beast’s desk with
her hip in an effort to determine some sort of pattern with the phasing. An idea occurred to him, a distasteful one
to say the least but it was the only thing he could think of that would
help. “I still have some of the
powdered component of the solution Magneto developed that interfered with
mutations…” he trailed off suggestively.

Kitty
inhaled sharply. “No!” Backing away, she glared at Beast. “No.
Find something else. Do
something else!” Without warning, she
fell through the floor.

Kurt
uttered a panicked cry. “I’ll talk to
her,” he said, shedding more fur as his tail flipped in agitation. “I’ll get her to take it.”

“I have
enough for both of you, Kurt.”

Kurt
blinked. “I don’t…I don’t know.” Shaking himself, he insisted, “I’m going to
go find Kitty. She shouldn’t be alone!”


Beast was
not sure if Kurt teleported on purpose or accident as he left. With growing trepidation, he padded into the
small storage area in the back of the lab and opened the cold storage
unit. Next to the various samples and
medications sat a bag of white powder that, when mixed with a simple base solution,
interfered with mutations. “Henry?”

Beast
turned and forced a smile as Cecilia peered at him anxiously. “Are you feeling better?”

“I heard,”
she said simply.

“Oh…” With
a sigh, he shut the door to the unit and leaned against it. “I don’t know what to do, Cecilia. I’ve never not known the answer to
something…”

“Bragging?”
she asked tenderly, crossing to him.

“Stating
fact,” he replied, folding her into an embrace. He sighed again as she slid her arms around his waist and pressed
her cheek against his chest. “Cecilia,
I’m lost here.”

“I’ll help
you find the way.”

“Hank!” Forge burst into the room without preamble
or apology. “Big trouble upstairs.”

Reluctantly,
he released his hold on Cecilia. “What
is it now? Did someone else lose
control of their mutation?”

“Who lost…”
Forge shook his head. “No. Media.”

“What?”

“Someone
called the media. Seems the security
guard didn’t take Logan’s threat too serious…barely two hours and the video
tape from the school office is all over the afternoon news!” Almost reluctantly, he added, “Someone saw
what happened in your office, too, Doctor Reyes. They gave a statement to that channel four schmuck.”

In an
uncharacteristic show of ire, Beast swore.
“Make sure all the kids are inside.
Call over to the boathouse.
Scott took Jean over about twenty minutes ago to sleep off the migraine
meds. Tell them to stay put.” He knuckled past Cecilia and Forge with a
determined look on his face. He threw
back over his shoulder, “Forge, meet me in your workshop at seven. If this isn’t at least staved off by then,
make it nine!”

Forge and
Cecilia exchanged identical, confused looks before running after Beast.

 

Kitty was
not hard to find, at least not for Kurt.
She had made it to his room without falling through any more floors and
was curled in the center of his bed, shaking with sobs. “It’s not fair!” she said brokenly,
struggling to sit up in the midst of a tangle of sheets.

“Katzchen,”
he said softly, trying to stay calm in the face of panic, “it’ll pass.”

“How do you
know?” she cried, holding out her arms to him as he hurried to sit next to
her. Irrationally, she sobbed, “You
promised me everything would be okay!”

“It will
be, Liebes. It will.” He kissed the top of her head and smoothed
her shirt where it ruched across her back, twisted in her squirming on the bed.

“What if I
phase and never come ? W? Will I
die? What’ll happen to me?” She was off and running, panic taking over
her tongue. “I’m not even eighteen yet…I
can’t die!”

“You won’t
die,” Kurt all but ordered, his own fear making is words harsh. “Kitty, listen to me. Beast has a way to buy time…”

“Buy time?”
she cried, terror ratcheting her voice up a notch. “Buy time until what?”

“Until he
can find a way to stop this…whatever it is,” he gestured vaguely. “Scheisse!”


Kitty
yelped as he disappeared, only to reappear a moment later, perched on his chair
before he scrambled back to her side. “It’s
happening to you, too,” she said, wiping her eyes with the back of her
hand. “Kurt, I’m so scared…”

“Me, too,”
he admitted, pulling her closer. “Very
much.”

She sobbed
against his chest for a moment, her fingers inching up his arms, digging into
his shoulders. “Kurt…This is going to
seem so wrong…make love to me? Please?”

“Was?”

“If I can’t
touch you again…” she trailed of miserably.

“Kitty, don’t
talk like that!”

“Please,
Kurt,” she whispered, leaning to kiss him.
She pressed hard against him, his fangs drawing beads of blood from her
lower lip as she sought immediate touch, desperate to prove her existence and
solidity while seeking comfort and fulfillment.

Kurt froze for a long moment, long
enough for Kitty to start to pull away in misery, but before she could utter so
much as a sniffle, he slid his arms around her back and deepened the kiss,
softening it so that there was not as much urgency in their embrace. He felt a flutter of absence and realized
that her leg phased and came back to solid state in the space of a few
seconds. Kurt could not help the
desperate noise that rose from his throat as he clutched at her, seemingly
willing her not to phase. Panic made
them frantic, their kiss breaking then remerging, breath coming in short gasps
as neither was willing to chance separation.
Kitty pushed against him, whimpering urgently as Kurt gave way to her
will. “Slower,” he breathed, wanting
this to last because, no matter how much he thought be believed otherwise, he
was afraid she would disappear like a phantom, vanishing into the ether to
haunt him always. Kitty moved against
him, pressing her heated sex against his arousal. Kurt groaned and gently but forcibly pushed her away. “Not so fast,” he pleaded. Kitty looked slightly mutinous but did not
protest as he kissed her jaw, her throat, the hollow of her collarbones. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Schatz,”
he promised, hoping it was not a lie.
She sighed, seeming to melt as her hands fell to her sides, her fingers
curled like she was trying to hold onto something. Kurt pushed the hem of her t-shirt up, exposing the expanse of
her stomach and the swell of her breasts, covered by thin cotton that was
quickly pushed aside. Kurt’s own shirt
soon joined Kitty’s on the floor as his covered her with his hands and mouth,
his lips and tongue tracing the path his fingers took downward, leaving small
bite marks on her flesh, her whispers and encouraging noises making him hard
pressed to keep calm in the face of her need.
He could not think of anyt oth other than the soft well of flesh between
her thighs, the urgent noises rising from her throat, and the sweet-salty taste
of her skin against his tongue, the sheer sensuality of her body against his as
she raised her hips, silently demanding and requesting his attentions. Almost reluctantly, Kurt slid her pants from
her hips and off her legs, stroking the inside of her thighs with his fingers
and tail as she stared back at him, her body laid bare like an offering. Kurt dreaded touching her only to find her
incorporeal and his sigh of relief was almost audible when she gasped, arching
her back as his tail gently prodded the folds of her femininity. Kurt was not quite sure how he lost his
pants but he was glad he did as Kitty’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling
him inexorably against her, into her.
The first touch of her heat against his throbbing desire made him clench
his teeth to keep silent. Kitty raised
her hips, pushing against him and drawing him in, setting a desperate rhythm
that Kurt strove to match. All he knew
was he wanted her, he loved her, he had her and could not be without her in his
life, her cries and whispers and grasping touch. She pleaded in a litany, begging him and giving him what he
needed without being asked. When she
gasped sharply, he thought she was phasing again and tried to stop, but she
cried out his name and tightened her gasp on him, her body convulsing around
his, drawing his own climax from his depths as he followed her shattering
release with his own. He could not
bring himself to pull away so he stayed inside her, their bodies twined in
sweaty, needful union, Kitty on the verge of tears for what she might lose and
Kurt holding her so tightly she was nearly breathless from that alone. “Liebes,” he began, only to disappear and
leave her bereft.

Kitty sobbed once, looking around
the room, waiting for his reappearance.
“Kurt?” she snuffled softly. “Kurt?” After a full minute, she got up, still
looking around as she pulled on her clothes.
“Kurt?” she called out, not expecting an answer. Some logical part of her brain said, Well,
he’s naked so he’s not going far…
But that thought was subsumed by sheer anger and panic as she felt
herself flicker in and out of phase again.
“No, damn it!” she scream. “No!”

 

A/N Next chapter, Rogue/Todd,
Jubilee/Remy, and Proor aor and Emma.



[1] One of the
comic arcs for Shadowcat involved her losing control of her mutation and slowly
becoming incorporeal until the problem was solved. Long story.