Inner Conflicts

Inner Conflicts -- Part 24 A/N: I don't know how many people actually read these things... but I am amused that people beg me to do this or not to do that when all things considered... this story was completed long ago.  In fact, it was completed and originally posted at ff.net and my site sometime after the first introduction to Amanda in the series, and before the outing of the mutants in Bayville High.  So timeline is kind of shot thanks to the new shows, and thus my reasonings for the endings that I chose.  Despite some pairings the original readers didn't like, they did, however, feel that the ending was satisfying.  So, here's hoping you all do too. Inner Conflicts Part 24 Voices. . . . Movements. . . A night not too long ago. . . Drunken haze. . . Pain. . . Unlike now. . . A lone figure stood in the middle of a huge void. . . hugging himself, shivering, alone, and cold. Memories. . .memories of a fateful night that killed him. . . crushing his soul, reducing him to this sorry state. Laughter is heard. Pleasure now felt. Those are the memories one needs, not ones of pain. Those need to be forgotten. Floating lands of rock begin to move into view, floating past him. He saw shadows dancing on the islands, before they began to swim to him, dragging him to one of the lands. "What are you doing?" "You ruin us," said a strangely pleasant voice. "You ruin the one chance of happiness." "No one will love you but me," echoes a voice, over the land. "N-no...he hurt me!" "But he says he loves you...it was done out of love. And you are trying to keep us from having that love." "How can I love someone that hurt me like that!!" "By forgetting." Shadowy hands reached for him, and shoved him deep into the earth.  He kicked and screamed as muddy hands dragged him under to be buried, along with the visions of hands touching him, the pain he felt, everything, everything that made him resist. Dirt covered his sight. And then...only darkness remained. His eyes opened, and he found himself staring at the floor.  He looked at his hands, confused. Something . . . something was locked under here... but what? Maybe certain secrets were meant to be left alone. He turned and walked away. X Kurt stirred. What a strange dream. . . Or at least, he thought it was a dream. . . The bits that he saw were rapidly fading from his memory. The only thing current was that he was sleeping in Lance's arms, completely naked in the middle of a forest. Lance was looking down at him. "I love you," he said. Love? Was this what love was suppose to be? "I. . ." The experience had been pleasant. . . his body being worshipped. "I. . ." And no one would dare touch him like this. . . no one bothered to look past his appearance. . . except for him. Lance. No one else but Lance would love him. Kicking and screaming as he was dragged into the earth. Love. . . Fading screams of someone shouting "He hurt me!" To be held like this and enjoy it. . . Blackness. "I love you, too," he heard himself say, in awe. X Tabitha hung up the phone having made arrangements with a fellow classmate to lend her a camera. "We'll get proof, just you watch," she said to Todd. "Whatever," Todd responded, still uneasy about the idea of following one of his own team members. Todd hopped off to his rooms as Tabby moved towards the kitchen sink. She rinsed out a glass cup and filled it up with water. Her face twisted into a determined expression, baring teeth in a mock grin. "I'll catch him and keep Blue away from him.  Lance isn't going to get his way." The front door opened, and Tabitha peered to see who just came in. Her heart stopped. Lance and Kurt stood walked in side by side, Kurt with a small limp, and both looking like they had had one thorough fuck. Kurt turned to Lance and gave him  a smile before porting out of sight. "I get the shower after you," Lance shouted. His eyes then locked onto Tabitha's. Time stopped for a moment as his eyes narrowed. Then he smirked and trudged up the steps. The glass cup slipped from Tabitha's fingers. No. . . The sounds of glass breaking. No. . ! The look Kurt gave him. . . she had seen it before. . . NO!!! It was the same look she wore when she was barely a freshman. It's the same thing. . . A look of misguided love. Hell...things just got harder. She growled to herself. She would not give up. X Lance sighed as he cleaned himself up on the shower. He had left Kurt drying in his room. A moment later, the smell of sulphur reached his nose. Kurt was just outside the tub. "Step right in," Lance said in a low voice, as the blue mutant shyly got in. Lance quickly devoured his mouth. It seemed that all this time, Kurt had been repressing his need, probably because he had been resigned to the fact that no one would want him. But now that he had showed Kurt how pleasurable it could be, it was as if all his hormones were now surfaced and working on overdrive. Lance pushed Kurt against the tile wall, grinding himself into the willing boy. Kurt let out a soft moan as he allowed Lance to touch him again. Within a few moments, both boys came in strangled cries. Lance leaned up against , br, breathing heavily, as the water ran down on them. A knock came from the bathroom door. "Yo, Lance, hurry up!" they heard Fred call out. "Yeah, yeah," Lance called out in return. &;The;Then he looked at Kurt.  "Wait for me, okay?" Kurt nodded, and bamfed his way out. Lance grinned. Things were almost great. He frowned.  Now if only he could figure out what Tabitha knew. X Tabitha fidgeted. Were Kurt and Lance doing anything upstairs?  They had been up there for a while.  She looked around, one idea quickly forming in her head. "Hey, Pietro?" she called out. "What is it this time?" "Can you be a doll and tell Lance to give me back my pen?  It's my favorite one and he's not giving it back to me." "Why don't you get it?" asked Pietro, food halfway up to his mouth. "Because he's banned me from his room.  You can go ask him, and if he doesn't give it, just use your speedy self to grab it from him." Pietro rolled his eyes.  "Whatever, I swear you get stranger and stranger each day and not for the better I hope you realize that." Pietro zipped up the steps. Tabitha held her breath, hoping to hear some commotion as Pietro banged on the door. X Kurt lay sleeping under the covers. Lance watched him with a smug look on his face. Kurt was definitely a quick learner. He had just given Lance his first head, but finished him off with his hand.  In return, Lance brought Kurt off as well with his hands. Now the blue mutant lay exhausted. A banging sound caught his attention. "What?!" he shouted, quickly pulling on a nearby pair of boxers. Kurt woke with a start. "Cover yourself like you were trying to go to sleep," Lance whispered. "Lance, man, open up or I'll come in myself," said Pietro. Lance kicked at a sleeping bag next to his bed and made his way to his bedroom door, pulling a shirt over his head. "This better be good," growled Lance, pulling the door open. "Tabby says you got her pen." Lance blinked. "What?" "Her fave pen or some lame shit like that, you know what she's talking about?" "No, I don't," growled Lance.  Oh yeah, she definitely suspected a good amount if she was trying to catch him off guard. "Why is the blue fuzzy freak on your bed?" Pietro suddenly asked. "Trying to sleep," muttered Kurt, back to the door, throwing a pillow over his head. "Like he said," said Lance. "Well, where do you sleep?" asked Pietro, baffled. Lance pointed to the messy sleeping bag.  "We alternate." Pietro smirked.  "Man, I would boot him to the floor every night." "Yeah, whatever.  Tell Tabby I don't have anything of hers, and if she thought I did, she could come up here herself and ask." "That's what I said." Pietro then zipped away. Lance closed the door and locked it.  That was close. Kurt turned to look at him, pillow pushed off his head, mussing up his hair. Lance chuckled at how much Kurt looked like a young child waking up. Kurt smiled shyly as Lance made his way back to the bed. "Where were we?" Lance asked. "Oh, yes.  Cuddling." Lance got into the bed and pulled Kurt into his arms.  His hand slowly rubbed Kurt's back, and both of them soon fell asleep. X Lance checked the address on a piece of paper. The house before him was pretty big, two story, and looking very much like a small mansion. This was the place. Standing at the front door was the shy girl from the ice cream parlor. Lance grinned as he pulled up. X Kurt rummaged through the cabinets, looking for one decently clean glass. Looks like the members of the Brotherhood didn't know how to operate either sink nor dishwasher.  Some of them looked like they had been cleaned by Todd.  Maybe he licked them clean. Ugh. Kurt finally picked one that looked almost clean and washed it himself in the sink before filling it up with milk. As he drank it, he heard someone approaching him from behind. He turned to look and smiled. "Hey, Tabby," he said. "Hey, Blue," responded Tabitha, a strange serious expression on her face. Kurt's smile melted a bit.  "Is something wrong?" he asked her. Tabitha took a deep breath.  "Kurt..." Uh oh, she said his name. . . "Kurt, I know about you and. . . Lance." Kurt's grip on his glass tightened, his lips pressed tightly in a poor image of a smile. "Lance and me?" Tabitha nodded. "I came home early from the carnival that Saturday.  I kind of saw some things that I shouldn't have."  The blush on her cheeks were pale compared to how red her cheeks got underneath. Kurt felt his stomach drop. "Oh?" Tabitha took another deep breath.  "Kurt, you have to realize that Lance is using you." A figure struggling as dirt rained down on him, burying him alive. Kurt's hand trembled as he set the glass down. "Vhat makes you think that?" "Kurt, please. . . Lance isn't exactly steady boyfriend material.  He likes having power over people!" "How do you know?" Kurt spat out. "Actually, vhat business do you have telling me this!" "Kurt, I know Lance isn't being sincere. . ." I love you. . . "Stop saying that. . ." His body began to tremble. Faint screams of "He hurt me!" fading. . . "You need to listen!" "Nein. I don't know vhy you are saying these things to me, but I von't listen." Tabitha coughed as a cloud of smoke went into her face as Kurt teleported his way out of the room. "Dammit!" she said, slamming her hand against the kitchen counter. X Lance grunted as he thrust into the previously virgin girl. Her brown hair was spread out against the bed of her parents, cheeks flushed, her teeth clenched as she groan in pleasure and pain. His hands skimmed over her pert little breasts, squeezing them and gently tugging at one of her nipples, making them hard. He leaned forward and took one of the rosy buds into his mouth, sucking on it. Her leuiveuivered as the wrapped around him hips, pulling him closer and deeper into her. Lance bit at her neck, marking her before claiming her lips. Her body trembled and she cried out, her body clenching, milking Lance's cock. Lance gasped and thrust a couple more times, before collapsing on top of the girl. Well, he had been right. The shy thing did have a great body under her modest clothing. Lance pulled out his limp cock out and moved off of the bed. He walked into the bathroom to remove his condom, leaving the girl exhausted on the bed. Seemed like she really enjoyed her first orgasm. Lance walked back out and began to put on his clothes. "It's getting kind of late for me, Carol," he said. The girl sat up. "Karla," she corrected, a shocked look on her face. "Whatever.  Karla.  I need to get back to my place." Karla's eyes were wide, as she slowly covered herself with her parents' blanket. Lance threw on his vest.  "Hey, it was great and all, but I'm thinking we should probably just be friends. Bye!" With a smirk, Lance showed himself out the door, leaving one very distraught girl behind to cry alone. X Todd carefully held a camera next to his chest. He could not believe he witnessed such a cold action. Guess he really didn't know Lance after all. And watching Lance fuck some girl was embarrassing.  So he just closed his eyes and snapped a few pictures, hoping that they came out incriminating enough. At the same time, he felt angry. Yeah, the idea of Lance and Kurt together was a bit icky. . . but Lance playing on Kurt's emotions was just wrong. And with these pictures, Kurt would wake up in time to realize this before he fell deep into Lance's trap. X Lance found Kurt pacing in his room. "What's wrong?" he asked, placing a bag on his desk. "You... you haven't b-been lying to me about how y-you f-feel about m-me, right?" Kurt asked, fear clear in his eyes. Tabitha...thought Lance in anger.  She must have said something. "No," Lance said softly.  "Why would you think that?" Kurt turned away.  "Stupid dreams, I guess," he responded. Lance embraced him gently from behind. "I love you Kurt, and only you.  Now cheer up.  I brought you some dinner. Burgers." "Really?" Kurt turned, a small smile playing on his face. "Yeah.  And tonight, I think I'll give you a massage." X Kurt smiled softly as Lance's arms wrapped around him. Lance had gently touched him, and while the touches were sexual in nature, there had not been any penetration involved. "Love isn't all about sex, although that is fun too," Lance had said. "And don't ever doubt my love.  I'll always be true to you." tbc.  .  .