Hiding

same disclaimers apply- just a little chapter to try and keep the plot bunny alive, it's looking pretty blue around the lips. Poor capilary refill too. Sigh. I don't own anything = all you recognize comes from Marvel Comics. YAY!!



“BAMF!” Kurt reappeared next to Logan and Kurt with a wicked grin on his face. Glen, who’d been teleported along with Kurt, looked decidedly ill.

“Please never do that again. Unless it’s a matter of life and death, and even then…it depends on what kind of death exactly it would be, ok?” Glen clutched his stomach and staggered to a chair. Logan chucked around the end of his cigar. He loved that look whenever someone teleported with Kurt for the first time. Even the biggest, toughest guy was reduced to a motion sick toddler on a roller coaster. Heh heh.

“Deal. Glen and I have decided we should work on our battle plan. Is everyone agreed? Logan, do you have that device that they sent to burn Roisin’s shop?” Kurt asked, very much back in Team Leader Mode.

“You own a shop? What do you sell?” Glen asked, reaching for the bottle of scotch and lighing another cigarette, looking over at Roisin and trying to imagine her selling yarn and knitting supplies. Maybe she was a hairdresser? Looking at her hair again, he vetoed that idea.

“Sex toys. Whips, handcuffs, floggers, crosses to whip people on, nipple clamps, cock rings, you know. Basic stuff.” Roisin answered around a mouthful of chips. Glen nodded. Somehow that seemed really obvious now.

“Good profit margin on that?” He asked, eyebrow raised, mentally going over his last six months’ profits.

“Yeah. Actually. I make a lot of stuff so some of my costs are pretty low. Plus, you get customers who are really, let’ say devoted- who are willing to drop some serious cash. Of course the entire thing is rubble now, but I’m hoping insurance will cover Acts of God Worshipping Religious Zealot Type Terrorist Accidents.” She grinned and stood up, swaying a bit. She sidled over to Kurt and put her arms around his neck, kissing his ear, paying particular attention to the pointed tips. Logan’s eyes narrowed just the tiniest bit t this, Glen noticed . He’d have to ask more about that later. Living up in Maine in a giant antique warehouse with nothing but inanimate objects didn’t do much for the social life. Glen hadn’t watched any tv lately, particularly none of the “night time tele” shows that this looked like it was turning into.

“Roisin, love, please…Not…here…I…we have to discuss strategy.” The fuzzy blue mutant closed his eyes and sighed as Roisin utterly ignored his protests and the other two men in the room and ran her hand down his chest and over the bulge in his pants. Kurt moaned wordlessly again, kissing her and then wrapping his arms around her and disappearing with her in his trademark Bamf and burst of flame.

Glen and Logan looked at the spot where the two of them had just been and then back at each other. Logan sighed and shook his head, rubbing his eyes and twisting his nose up at the smell.

“ I guess it’s up to us to formulate battle plans, huh? I think they have other plans to formulate. Or fornicate.” Glen burst out laughing and Logan choked on the whiskey in his mouth.

“I think you’re right. What time is it anyway? Never mind, I’m wired up. Let me go grab that thing out of the car and you can tell me what you think about it. Then we can work from there.” He stood up and walked off, looking over his shoulder to call out one more thing to Glen.

“If there’s somewhere else we can go, it might be a good idea. Roisin tend get get a little loud. Might be distracting.”

“How do you know?” Glen asked, stubbing his cigarette out in the ashtray.

“I used to fuck her. She used to be my girlfriend.” Logan sighed and walked around the corner.

Interesting…Logan used to be with Roisin, who was now with Kurt. The Logan that Glen remembered from the 40’s wasn’t really big on sharing his women. In fact, he was decidedly jealous and possessive. The fact that he seemed so unconcerned with the fact that his friend Kurt probably already had Roisin’s mouth wrapped around him and would probably have her in other places soon was strange. It was also unnerving to realize that they were most likely going at in his shop. Fuck. He’d have to mop tomorrow after all.

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Kurt had teleported Roisin and himself to the same aisle he’d spoken withn inn in earlier. He placed her gently on the ground as she shook her head and tried to reacclimatize herself to being out of the other dimension that the teleportation took them to. He kissed the tip of her nose and disappeared again, only to reappear with a pile of quilts which he unceremoniously tossed on the floor next to her.

“Glen will be angry, these look expensive, Kurt….” Roisin started to say, before Kurt’s mouth crushed hers and the words died away. He spread himself out on top of her, before wrapping his arms around her and rolling them over onto the quilts, Roisin now sitting astride him. She looked down at him, smiling, and started to unzip her sweatshirt.

“No…not yet…I’ll tell you when you can take off your clothes…I want you to kiss me now…and then you can undress me.” Kurt said, gazing up at her. Roisin smiled and leaned down to comply when he interrupted her again. “But you can’t use your hands. At all. Until I say so.”

“Yes sir!” Roisin kissed him gently, running her tongue around the tips of his teeth, sighing in contentment. She could feel him hard already, and she ground herself against him, eternally grateful that he’d so considerately ripped out the crotch of her stockings and panties earlier. He growled at that, and pulled his mouth away from hers, narrowing his eyes at her.

“My shirt, if you please. And do be careful, it’s one of my favorites.” She raised an eyebrow at that- it was a white undershirt. “You’re ruining the moment, darling. Just take my damn shirt off, will you?” he winked at her, and she wasn’t even upset that he was lightening the mood with jovial Kurt. This was just as much fun as scary Kurt in the car. She leaned down and took the hem of the shirt in her mouth and started pulling upwards. After a few fruitless moments and two or three accidental bites on his torso she heard him sigh.

“I’ve changed my mind. Use your hands. We’ll be here all night at this rate, and I’ll be fully clothed the entire time.” He smirked at her and she grinned, slapping him on the hip before tearing a little hole in the shirt and then ripping it up to his chest.

“oops. Sorry I’m so clumsy, Kurt. Will you forgive me?” She whispered sweetly, kissing his nipples and running her fingernails along his sides. He shrugged and reached down for the button of his pants.

“Maybe. You can try to convince me.” He gestured down at the bulge in his pants.

“warum don't setzten Sie diese Öffnung von Ihrem, um Gebrauch, meine kleine Dirne zu verbessern? I want to see what else you can do with that mouth..” Happy to comply, Roisin practically ripped the zipper in her hurry to un do it. In a moment, Kurt was naked except for a shred of the t shirt collar at his neck. Admiring her handiwork, Roisin trailed kisses down his belly, diverting to the lines of his hips before licking the head of his erection and twirling her tongue around the tip.

She used her fingers to grip around him and to reach around underneath his sac, playing languidly with it. He muttered under his breath as she leaned forward, impossibly far, he thought, and took his entire length into her mouth at once. Kurt squeezed his eyes shut, unable to remember how long it had been since he’d felt a woman’s mouth around him. Amanda had always been somewhat hesitant in this, doing it for as long as it seemed compulsory and then settling onto her back for some obligatory missionary sex. Cerise- well, she’d had a hard enough time learning the ‘tongue massage’ = he hadn’t felt safe allowing her mouth around his cock- he’d been pretty sure he’d end up without one.

Roisin, on the other hand, apparently didn’t harbor the same reservations as Amanda or, thankfully, the ignorance of the procedure that Cerise possessed. In fact, Kurt found himself thinking that he shouldn’t be enjoying something she’d mentioned to him she’d learned to do at a very young age by cruel boys in her school, but the way she relaxed the muscles in her throat and swallowed around him made that, and all other thought, difficult to maintain. Roisin, meanwhile, was happily clamping her legs around his knee, slowly squeezing herself around it, rocking back and forth, making little keening sounds. Kurt unconsciously reached for her hair, wanting to hold onto something. He pulled her closer and twisted his fingers in it just a bit, stopping when he heard her moaning.

“I’m sorry- I did not mean to” he started to apologize and unravel his fingers from her hair but she reached her hand up and clenched it around his hand and her hair.

“No…like it….pulling hair ok…very ok…"he mumbled around his erection. He shrugged and tried to figure out what to with this information. Experimenting a little, he soon found just the right amount of pull to increase the suction. Interesting, he thought, quickly imagining an equation with “amount of strength used to pull Roisin’s hair is = or slightly less than amount of suction Roisin’s mouth uses in fellatio” He chuckled to himself, imagining Storm or even better, Jean Grey, teaching this in class to a bunch of slack jawed and horrified teen aged mutants. Closing his eyes again, he leaned back, unconscious of the small breathy moans coming from him. Suddenly he f his his orgasm coming on, intense and quicker than usual, a huge wave he didn’t know if he’d be able to stop. He tried sitting up a bit and dislodging her so that he wouldn’t ejaculate in her mouth, but she pushed him back with one hand, claws sticking out a bit, and ran the points down his chest hard enough to draw little pinpoints of blood.

“Roisin, stop, please, I ….” The words died on his tongue as he came, feeling as though the orgasm has been ripped out from they tiy tip of his tail. Colors swam before his eyes and he felt as though he’d just gone twelve rounds in the Danger Room with Logan. He gasped for air, and looked over to see Roisin sitting up next to him, a huge grin on her face.

“Was that ok, babe?” She asked, sweetly. He reached his arms, strangely numb at the fingertips- around her and pulled her close.

“Uh…yeah. I wanted to make love to you though…I don’t know if I will be able to…recover…for a bit.” Those few woexhaexhausted him, and he truly felt the weight of the day- the explosion, the car ride, seeing her withan, an, their almost fulfilled activities in the car, more driving, drinking lots, teleporting with Glen, and finally, the best blow job he was certain he’d ever had.

“That’s ok. I don’t plan on letting you go anywhere anytime soon. Besides, it is really late.” Roisin pulled some of the quilts laying around them over them and put her head on his chest, tracing little circles with her fingers, and kissing him softly.

“Besides, you can fuck me first thing in the morning.”

"Oh. Good. You do know first thing in the morning is only like two hours away, right?" He asked, kissing the top of her head.

"Uh huh. I'm counting on you, so get some sleep. I expect to be ravished like the star of some horrific bodice ripper romance novel." She smiled again, and he sighed, enjoying the weigh of her and the feel of her lips curling into a smile against his chest.


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Gled Lod Logan stood in the parking lot of the antique warehouse, Logan’s claws extended as Glen carefully leaned down and unwrapped the device that had unleashed the chemicals in Roisin’s shop. He got the last piece of PVC off of it and jumped back as the device whirred and clicked. Logan skewered it again, and it stopped making any sounds.

“It looks like one of those remote control vacuum cleaners.” Glen said, gazing at the small piece of metal, with “1812” engraved across the top in large block t

“They have remote control vacuum cleaners now?” Logan said. Glen just looked at him. I thought I was the one who lived up here alone and didn't talk to many people and separated myself from society. Even I know they make remote control vacuum cleaners now.

“OK, we need to find something strong to put this in, just in case it wakes up again. What time is it?”

“About 4:30.” Glen said, looking at his watch and up at the night sky. Logan nodded.

“When does this friend of yours usually wake up?”

“Um..Bout 5. Kind of set in his ways…not that you’d know anything about that. I’ll head over to his place now, get us some coffee and stuff. Why don’t you go check on the wonderkids? Oh..Logan, how is it that you used to fuck this girl and now one of your best friends is with her, and you don’t seem to care? I remember you breaking some guy’s arm once because he mentioned that a girl you had a photo of looked like she’d be good in bed. I didn’t think you shared.” Logan shook his head.

“It’s a long story. " Seeing Glen's bored and anticipatory expression Logan sighed and continued. "OK. Simple version is that she was mine, as much as anyone owns anyone I guess, about 10 years ago.”

“What was she then, 12? “ Glen asked, a smirk on his face. Logan just glared.

“No! She was..17…anyway, I fucked it all up, took off on her and just saw her again for the first time three days ago. I knew she lived near me, had heard the women at the institute talking about where the best lingerie and sex toys came from- but I’d never gone there. But Kurt got into some trouble with some religious zealots and we needed a place to stash him. I thought it’d be a safe place. For both of them. Obviously, I fucked it all up. Got her shop burned down and almost got her killed. Can’t say I didn’t try though, right?" He sighed and looked down at the ground.

"Let me go check in on them. You go get coffee and shit. Roisin likes diet soda. Diet Pepsi. Get some doughnuts and shit too, all right? “ Glen noticed the rapid change of subject and knew that Logan was very disappointed in himself for not protecting his friends better. Still, religious zealots were a rather unreasonable lot. He nodded at the continuing list of breakfast foods that Logan kept adding and walked his friend to the door, putting the 1812 device in an empty dumpster and locking it in, Logan pushing two other dumpsters in front of it and somehow, mutant strength he guessed, lifted another one and placed it on top of the one with the machine in it.

“Hopefully that will hold the little bugger.” Logan said, wiping his hands on his jeans. “Hey, Glen…thanks again for helping us out. It’s good to see you. Not having huge chunks of shrapnel coming out of your neck and chest is really a good look for you. You should keep it.” He smiled, lighting another cigar.

Glen just shook his head and handed Logan the keys to warehouse.

“Lock up when I leave. I’ll be back in an hour or so. I’ll call if there’s any problem. The phone is up by the front. Be careful with that thing in the dumpster, and tell me what Roisin looks like naked, ok?” He called over his shoulder as he got into his car. Logan just laughed and rolled his eyes. Some people never changed, it seemed, no many how many times they died. He just hoped this woudn't be another of those times, and wondered what lay ahead.