Institutionalized

INSTITUTIONALIZED CHAPTER TWENTY TWO (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm) , Alan and Billy are forcing Joaquin into progressively shorter kilts...This can't be good. InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are shiny happy special people for archiving. :) Readers/Reviewers: The ducks are hiding. It's hot down here and they've taken to stuffing themselves in the fridge and freezer for short periods of time...Disturbing. The Killer Kitties (tm) and their Minions(tm) have a/c in their bunker and I suspect the armadillos of hoarding ice cubes... Oh, sensitive readers, be warned...mild slashy implications in the first part of this chapter.

"I've been looking for you forever and a day," Bobby said, surprising St John as he rummaged in the fridge. "Avoiding me isn't going to help matters any..."
St John sighed and stood, closing the refrigerator door to lean his forehead against it, not turning to face his boyfriend. "I know...I just...I mean...Damn it, I don't know what I mean."
"You're upset because I kissed Rahne. I understand that. I'm a bit upset about that myself..." He reached out his hand and laid it on St John's shoulder near his neck, rubbing his thumb in seemingly idle circles, raising gooseflesh on the blond teenager's skin. "I really don't know what it happened...I wasn't myself."
"That's the weakest excuse I've ever heard."
"Look at me, please. I can't talk to the back of your head."
"I don't want to look at you right now."
"Please? You can't get the full effect of the puppy dog eyes if you don't turn around," he teased.
St John chuckled slightly and turned, not quite looking Bobby in the eye. "I refuse to fall victim to your dubious charms until you tell me just what happened, exactly."
"Well," Bobby sighed, stepping closer and brushing his lips across St John's forehead, just enough to be felt but not lingering. "We were sitting on the couch, me and Rahne and Empath, watching you and Jamie play that game, when my mind just went...blip!"
"Blip?"
"Blip," he said seriously, moving his hand so that it rested flat against St John's chest, right over his rapidly beating heart. "It was like an out of body experience. I could see myself doing it and even heard myself saying not to, but there we were...kissing."
St John nodded consideringly, licking his lips before he spoke. "I just have one question before I forgive and forget..."
"Yes?" Bobby whispered, leaning forward.
"What was it like?"
"What?" Bobby felt his mouth go slack in semi-surprise.
"Kissing a girl...I've never done it."
"Ever?"
"Never ever."
Bobby smiled somewhat devilishly and closed the distance between them, tilting St John's chin up to better meet his lips. "You're not missing a thing." He felt St John smile against his lips for the brief moment before the kiss deepened. Bobby slid his hand downward to tighten on his boyfriend's waist, his other hand moving to hold him closer, cupping his rear in the pro. H. He was just getting into the kiss, the taste of orange juice still on St John's tongue, the feel of his warmth so close, a few irritating layers of clothing all that kept either from groaning in absolute pleasure.
St John was more than happy to forget about the kiss between Rahne and Bobby so long as Bobby kept kissing him like he was doing. He relinquished control of the embrace and sighed softly as Bobby began to trail kisses from his lips to his jaw and lower, suckling on a spot just above St John's collar bone.
"When you two are done," Logan said somewhat gruffly from the doorway, "I need to talk to you both..."
Bobby pulled away, though not guiltily. Keeping his arm around St John's waist, he shifted to stand next to him. "Yeah?"
"Want to tell me why some of you guys were sneakin' around late last night?"
Bobby flushed. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Logan raised an eyebrow. "Seems to be an epidemic of memory loss around here today...Scott didn't know what I mean, neither did Jubilee or Remy or Toad...No one," he said, coming further into the kitchen, "seems to remember being outside last night." He peered closely at the couple and poked St John in the chest with one finger. "Not you...you weren't there..."
"Maybe I was," St John said defiantly, jerking his chin up in an effort to look rebellious. He did not want Bobby taking all the heat if indeed he had snuck out the night before.
"No, you weren't. I didn't smell you. You, though," Logan said, rounding on Bobby, "were all over the place. Almost as bad as Jamie with his multiples."
Bobby felt a tiny tremor of nervousness in his belly. "We...I...I was just taking a walk."
"Sure, kid. Want to explain to me why this walk necessitated nearly every person in the house going into boathouse, then to the woods?"
"Um, we wanted to get Sam and Paige..."
"Paige was with Jono...Scott told me that much before his convenient amnesia."
Bobby pressed closer to St John in his nervousness. "I can't tell you why," he finally blurted.
"Oh, yes you can," Logan growled. "There's some weird shit going on around here and I'd hate to think you're part of it..."
Bobby sighed and let go of St John, pushing his hands through his hair and moving past Logan to pace as he spoke. "Okay, we don't trust those new kids...Roulette, Sunspot and Empath. They're..."
"Skeevy," St John put in helpfully before averting his eyes from Logan's intense glare. "Sorry."
Bobby nodded though and continued, "Piotr suggested it, following them...he's the one who figured out where they were going. Roulette went first, stopping by the boathouse to talk to Sam."
Logan sighed. "I have got to give you kids lessons in tracking...you don't do it in large groups."
"Well, we're sort of new at this!" Bobby said before he was able to stop himself. Logan merely raised an eyebrow and waited out the brief outburst. "Okay, here's what happened..." Bobby found himself spilling everything, right down to the last detail, under Logan's menacing presence. Piotr had been invited by Roulette to go for a late-night walk out into the woods but refused, still affected by Kitty as he was. Roulette had been annoyed to the point of making Piotr suspicious of her motives so he had said something to Scott. "It sort of spawned out of control from there..."
Logan nodded as if it all made sense. "At least I'm not the only one who thinks they're up to no good...Listen, Bobby, St John...this conversation never happened, right?" He did not give them the opportunity to answer, turning and stalking back towards the main body of the house.
"That," St John said sotto voce, "was weird."
"It's about to get more so," Bobby muttered in return, Empath's ambling stride bringing him into the kitchen to stand before the two teenagers. "Hey, man."
Empath smiled widely. "What did Logan want?"
"You know," St John shrugged, turning back to rummage in the fridge, "just to talk. Put the fear of God into us as usual."
Empath nodded as if he cared and fell silent. Bobby made a small show of making a snack, chit chatting about nothing specific with St John while the blond youth poured more orange juice and sat down at one end of the table, idly fiddling with his lighter as was his nervous habit. After a few minutes of relative peace and quiet, Empath asked, "So you guys really buy into this whole mutaand and humans living together BS?"
"Uh...yeah," Bobby snorted, raising his eyebrows. "What? You don't?"
Empath merely smiled and cocked his head to one side, looking at them both with seeming interest. "Well, I wouldn't say that exactly..."
St John felt woozy, looking at Empath. "I don't feel so good," he said, his voice a strangled sound.
Empath frowned. "Oh, I'm sorry. Does this help?" As he spoke, St John swayed in his seat. Bobby felt frozen, watching it all but unable to do anything about it. "Better?"
After a moment, St John smiled slightly. "Yeah...must've been the orange juice."
Bobby felt his mouth work but no sounds coming out. Empath glanced over at him and said, "So, this whole equality thing..."
The voice was his, but the words were not. However, try as he might, Bobby could not stop them from coming. "I think that mutants deserve a place in society above the norms. They're trying to keep us down and will kill us all if given half the chance."
St John nodded eagerly. "Totally..."
Empath closed his eyes briefly and exerted further control over them. "Come to the woods tonight. Roulette will find you and bring you along. We've got a lot to tell you..." And he knew that they would be there.

"Beast have any ideas?" Kitty asked hopefully.
"Ja...come back home so he can fix it!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, baby..." She sat on the very edge of the bed in the too-neat hotel room, worrying her lip as Kurt glared daggers at the phone. "Maybe he's right..."
"Nein, I'm not leaving until I can see Erika and know she's okay."
"Don't be stubborn, Kurt. You know you can't go into the hospital looking all elfin. And you know you can't just port into her room...you have to see it, right?"
"Mostly..." he sighed raggedly and sat next to her, looking far too old for his age at that moment. "Damn it!" he yelled, startling her as he shoved himself back to his feet and began pacing. "Why can't things ever be easy for me? For us? I just want to see her, make sure she's okay, and I can't because I'm a blue furry mutant with a tail and no way to hide it!"
"Kurt," Kitty began, but a sharp gesture from him cut her off.
"I'm not going to stand here and think worsworst! I'm going back to the hospital. Give me the keys to the car." He held out his hand impatiently, his annoyance and anger nearly tangible to Kitty.
"No," she said firmly. "You're not going anywhere. You're going to sit down, I'm going to call the hospital and have your folks paged and tell them what's going on. In the meantime, you calm down."
"Don't tell me to calm down!" he snapped. "You have no idea what I'm going through here!"
"Don't you ever say something like that to me again!" She pushed against his chest hard, shoving him back onto the bed in her flare of temper. "I have every idea what you're going through! And don't be so selfish! Think of your parents, your sisters, especially Erika...You're not the only one hurting here!"
Kurt blinked at her owlishly, his yellow eyes very large all of a sudden. "Katzchen," he said, his voice more calm than before.
"Don't sweet talk me, Kurt Wagner! You've been up and down like a roller coaster for over a week and damn it, it's wearing! Not just on you, but me! I don't know what to do for you, how to help or anything...all I can do is just be here if you need me."
"That's important, Liebes," he said from where he fell, still on his back and staring at her.
"I'm not saying you don't have a right to your emotions," she continued as if he had not spoken, "but I think that you're not being fair right now. If you pop into that hospital or even just walk in, you won't be able to get to Erika and you know it. You'll be seen." The full implications of what she was saying seemed to be penetrating the angry fog he had been in. "Which do you think would be more helpful to your parents right now, Kurt? You being there in full blue fuzzy glory and scaring some nurses and interns, consequently getting yourself if not everyone else you know on some Fox special on mutant autopsies, or knowing that you're safe here with me, waiting to hear from them that Erika is okay?"
Kurt shifted and sat up, taking his tail between his hands in a ponderous gesture. "The latter..." He sighed and turned doleful eyes to Kitty. "I just hate being helpless and this damned mutation sometimes..."
"Kurt," she said seriously, dropping to her knees before him and resting her hands atop his, "you're not helpless. You just aren't doing what you want to do right now and it's frustrating. You're Erika's big brother, you love her and want to protect her and not being there, no matter what the outcome of her surgery, is frustrating."
"Ja..." He sighed again and leaned forward, pulling her up to join him on the bed. "I'm sorry that I made you yell at me."
"I'm sorry I feltt I t I had to." She sighed and pushed her bangs out of her face and started to push her glasses up before she realized that she was not wearing them anymore, but had contacts in instead. "Today kind of sucks, huh?"
"In a word..." Kurt shifted restlessly and half turned to face her. "Kitty, I can't just sit here. I need to know what's going on."
"I know, sweetie. But the fact remains..." she picked up his hand and held it up between them. "You're not exactly fit for society at the moment."
Kurt looked momentarily furious but not at Kitty. Instead of speaking, he turned his hand in her grasp so that their fingers intertwined, pulling her hand to his lips to kiss her knuckles. "Katzchen, I'm being a brat, aren't I?"
She giggled at his terminology. "Well, if you want to use Jubilee's word for it, yeah. A bit. But I think it's a little warranted in this case." She returned his kiss, this time drawing his hand to her mouth. "Beast says that the surgery isn't exactly simple but as far as neurosurgery goes, it's fairly safe and easy." She did not add, nor did she need to, that any brain surgery ran a high risk and that the one saving grace for Erika was that the clot they detected appeared to be in the most easy to access portion of her brain. The fact that she had never fully regained consciousness, slipping in and out with great frequency, remained a source of concern for family and doctors alike. Seeing how Kurt's face seemed about to crumple in on itself, Kitty hastened to say, "By this time tomorrow, you'll be standing there and teasing her about her shaved head."
Kurt's eyes slid to Kitty's ponytail and he picked up a section with his free hand. "She has such pretty hair...not like yours, but pretty. I like your hair."
_Kurt's gone bye bye... _ "Um..."
"That was one of the very first things I noticed about you," he said, twisting the strands around his fingers. "I wanted to touch it, bury my face in it and smell you..." He noticed her slightly pink cheeks and smiled ruefully. "You didn't think all my pining for you was of the chivalrous sort, did you? I must say that I entertained several lascivious fantasies about you long before you would even look twice at me without yelping."
Kitty looked down at where her hand rested on her thigh, her lashes making dark crescents on her cheeks as she spoke. "Want to know a secret? Well, it may not be much of a secret...I thought things like that about you, too..." She looked up at him again and was a little startled to see that he was closer than she had thought. She felt as if he were trying to memorize exactly what she looked like in minute detail, down to the last freckle on her face as his breath brushed her lips and skin, making hinglingle in places she thought might be inappropriate, seeing as how they were in his parents' hotel room. He apparently had no such reservations about the direction of their meanderings. As Kitty debated disentangling herself, Kurt leaned forward a fraction of an inch and caught her lower lip between his teeth, biting gently as she gasped.
He closed his eyes and reveled in the moment, his mind pleasantly diverted as the soft flesh of her lip gave beneath his fangs, compressing but not breaking. Kurt traced the line of her lower lip from one corner to the other in this manner, tiny nips sensitizing her to his touch. He was not sure how they ended up with him on his back and her laying full-length atop him, but he was fairly sure that he did not care. Kitty's hands rested on his shoulders as she kissed him back, more tentative than she was wont to be but still responsive to him. She murmured softly, though he could not quite tell if it were a word or his name, before she darted her tongue between his lips. She moved against him instinctively, making him almost frantic in his efforts to remove enough clothing to touch everything he wanted to touch, everything she needed him to touch.
Kitty nearly sighed aloud as she kicked her pants off and onto the floor, not bothering to remove Kurt's all the way. She kissed him deeply, his hands coming to rest on her hips after meandering down her back in lazy circles and kneading motions. The need between them was almost palpable as she adjusted so that she knelt astride him, leaning forward to rest her weight on her palms against his chest. Kurt nodded slightly, as if to tell her it was okay and it was what he wanted, despite being upset about his sister and the holo and the general weirdness at the Institute. Kitty smiled a little before reaching between them to guide him within her, biting down hard on her lip to keep from making too much noise. Kurt had no reservations, though. He cried out her name when she moved against him again, her desire evident against him in the most obvious way. He gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements and meeting them with his own, rising into her as she began to breathe heavily, a fine sheen of sweat standiut out on her brow and neck. Her hands against his chest splayed and her fingers curled, nails digging into his skin even through his shirt. Kitty ground against gas gasping sharply as the pressure she craved against the bundle of nerves that drove her need was brought to bear.
Kurt felt alive for the first time in days as Kitty writhed against him, murmuring his name between gasps and moans, her eyes tightly closed and limbs shaking with the effort it took to hold back. "Don't wait, Liebes," he whispered hoarsely. "Don't wait for me..."
"Oh, God, Kurt..." she gasped, partially from his words and partially from the fact his tail was doing tantalizing things to her lower back, dipping lower to tease at otherwise forbidden areas. Her release was sudden and harsh, her nearly violent cry of his name making him wince and work harder against her. Kitty threw her head back and gulped in a lungful of air before moaning his name again, her climax seeping around his own arousal. "Come for me, Kurt," she whispered.
Kurt blinked, a little surprised. She usually did not say such things in bed, but he made a mental note to ask her to do it more often. He pulled her to him as he climaxed, kissing her everywhere he could reach, panting for air and saying her name like a prayer over and over. They remained in a semi-tangled heap, sweat cooling on their skin, their bodies still vaguely joined as Kitty did not want to move off of him and he would not have let her, anyway. Nearly half an hour passed before she spoke. "I guess I'll call your folks, then. Let them know..."
Kurt nodded. "Ja...maybe we should call the house, too. Just in case."
"Just in case what?"
"I'm not sure...just in case..."

A/N Next chapter...the "in case" happens...Tarot, Magneto, a bit of Mystique, pissed off Emma, more mutant fun tohad had by all...