Devourer of Sins

DEVOURER OF SINS CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, I'd keep a close eye on Ted if I were you...he was grumbling something about short men in his bed? Hmmmm.... InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink, merci tres beaucoup for archiving!!! Readers/Reviewers: AFLACK! (okay, that only makes sense if you see the commercial, but I'm laughing...)

He had no idea what brought on this sudden rush of hormones, but Todd was not about to complain. Rogue had surprised him, knocking on his door less than an hour after she claimed she had a headache and wanted to go lay down for a while. He opened the door, fully expecting Scott or Remy asking to borrow one of his video games but was pleasantly shocked when Rogue pounced on him, pushing him back into the room and kicking the door shut behind her. "That time...already?" he gasped around kisses. He tried to do the mental calculation, counting the days since Rogue was last able to touch him, but quickly lost his train of thought as she attacked his mouth with ferocity, biting and sucking intensely. "What's gotten into you?" he asked, breaking away for air. "Not that I mind...oh!" Her lips latched on to the sensitive spot where his shoulder met his neck and Todd felt his eyes roll back as she nipped him, sending singing sensations all along his spinal cord. Something nagged at the back of his mind, but Todd was not quick to pay attention. Instead, he let his thoughts turn to more base pleasures, such as whatever that was Rogue was doing to his ear just then. Shaking himself mentally, he ducked away and turned his head to kiss her, only to have her jerk back, glaring at him. She pressed her lips together in a thin line, an expression he had seen her make when annoyed with one of the others in the mansion. "What? Turning into Amara all of a sudden?" He could tell by the vaguely confused expression that Rogue had not heard from Amara the details he had heard from Lance. Todd shrugged, smirking. "I can go with that in small doses."
Rogue saw that he was not going to try and take control again and resumed her attentions. Her fingers found the button on his jeans and made short work of pushing his pants down, followed quickly by his underwear. She still did not speak, merely smiled at his gasp of shock that she was going so quickly, then pushed him to sit on the bed as she dropped to her knees before him. Todd was fairly certain he was going to faint. Their limited sex life had not yet extended to things of an oral nature and he had rather hoped to go about it with more finesse, but he was not going to turn her down now! He made himself breathe evenly, trying desperately not to bring things to an abrupt end as he felt a whisper or, hr, her breath, no doubt, across his bare stomach. He tried to say her name but all that came out was a desperate squeak as she closed her mouth over his length, slowly taking him in, making him shake with the effort it took not to climax then and there. As she began to suckle him, a groan was finally torn from his throat and Todd felt like his bones were melting. Something, though, in the back of his mind, was demanding that he call a halt, that this was wrong. _What the Hell is wrong with me? Rogue's going down on me, something I've thought about pretty much since I've met her, and I want her to stop? Man, I've been around the Furball too long...sounds like his damned old fashioned logic... _ His mind dissolved into a gold colored haze for a few moments as the sensation of Rogue's mouth around his member, entirely new physically but long present mentally, washed through his body. Again, the nagging in his head picked up, destroying any enjoyment he was determined that he should have. _What the hell am I supposed to do? Say sorry, babe, I don't want you touching me! What the hell kind of response would that get? Not fucking likely... _ At his divided attention. Todd could feel his more southerly regions loosing interest in Rogue's virtually futile ministrations. Before he could continue his train of thought, Rogue stood, leaning between his knees to glare down at him. She seemed to be considering something, her eyes calculating. Todd knew that something was quite wrong then, beyond a shadow of a doubt. "Rogue, what's wrong with you today?"
She managed a smile, crooked and tight, totally unlike her usual grin, the slow crease of black-lined lips Todd knew by heart. "Nothing," she said, her voice low and thick, as if forced through water. She skinned out of her pants (_Too short, too baggy _ , Todd noted dimly) and straddled him, pinning his wrists above his head with a grip stronger than Logan's, stronger than Beast's.
Todd struggled then, knew her for another. His suspicions were sealed with one desperate glance at her bare thigh. "You're not Rogue!" he yelled, loosing a wad of spit at her face. She recoiled with a growl of disgust and he scrambled away, tripping over his pants. She scrubbed at her eyes and mouth, trying to clear away the hardening goo and failing. Todd managed to restore his state of dishabille and leap away as she lurched blindly towards him. "Who the fuck are you?" he said, bracing in the corner, a good three feet above the Other's head. He could hear someone coming, someone large and heavy and hopefully amenable to his side, so he knew he had to bide for time. The Other made some muffled noises, her mouth and nose blocked by the goo Todd had spit at her, and he realized then that she was not slowing down, the lack of air was not harming her. In fact, he realized with some horror, she was not breathing at all. The door exploded inward with a splintering noise and Beast was on all fours, tearing into the room like his namesake.
The Other whirled towards the noise, face covered and hands in claws. Beast drew up short, momentarily shocked to see what appeared to be Rogue, half naked and clawing towards him. The image of the real Rogue, bloody and unconscious in the lab several floors below, propelled him forward. In a savage swipe, he knocked her onto her back and flung the comforter fromd's d's bed over her. "Are you okay?" he asked, voice bearing a trace of a growl.
It took Todd a moment to realize the large, angry man was addressing him. "Yeah...I think..." _I feel violated _ ... A subtle crack beneath the blanket, now rolled around the woman and pinioning her arms to her sides, made Todd jump. "Damn it...she broke it."
Beast did not have to ask what. From within the folds of fabric, a voice issued forth. "Infidelity...Damning and pure." Beast stumbled back as the figure writhed, bucked and then _shredded _ free of the comforter, pieces of cotton batting and filling drifting through the room like snow. A tugging, burning motion ran through Beast's and Todd's bodies, stiffening joints and grinding jaws. "Mine," she hissed, remnants of the brown shell falling from her face. "Mine to have, mine to use...you will witness and know. You will fear and I will be absolved." With a hard, backhanded blow, Beast was ssprasprawling. Todd struggled vainly, his legs not wanting to obey his mind, his tongue locked in his mouth. Rogue's face masking someone else's will loomed before him. Her nails raked his skin, marring the greenish cast with red streaks. "You," she breathed, "will be my aide. You will be Itzli..."

Professor Xavier tried but he still could not reach his chair. He felt sluggish, like his body was made of lead, and his mind was not following linear patterns of thought. He was experiencing psychic white noise, the usual voices and drone of thoughts he had experienced virtually every day of his life since puberty, easily drowned out through the force of will, degrading into nothing more than unintelligible hisses, sibilant sounds of nothingness. He woke on the floor, his chair just out of arms' reach, taunting him, it seemed, with it's nearness. He could not bring it closer, could not call for help. He felt as if his mind was bent out of shape, like he was himself broken. The Professor forced himself to remain calm despite the very human urge to panic. _Think, Charles...Don't act like an untried boy and panic about this. You've been through much, much worse. Jubilee came in, talking nonsense, and when I tried to reach into her mind, tried to calm her...It wasn't her. _ The memory dissolved into blackness, punctuated by pain. The back of his head throbbed dully and he knew there was a lump there. The shattered lamp a few feet away testified to the method of his injury. _Jean...Jean has to know what's happening. She will hear what's going on... _ He sighed deeply. _I'm getting desperate...the children are alone out there with Heaven knows what-that blackness inside whatever that was that presented itself as Jubilee swallows a person whole... _ He heard, like whispers, Beast's thundering steps and the crash of wood. He still could not move, though. He heard a struggle and then...nothing. Not even the hiss of white noise. A long time passed before the Professor redoubled his efforts to pull himself towards the chair, his joints creaking with effort it took to fight the psychic lock over his body. _Damn me if I let them take these kids from me... _

Jean, Rahne and Kurt pulled up short before the mansion, Kurt carrying Kitty in his arms like a child. "What is it?" the sleepy girl asked.
Jean was the one who had stopped them witraisraised hand. "Something's wrong. It's quiet."
"It's after ten o'clock," Kitty said around a yawn. "They're prolly in bed..."
"No," Jean insisted. "Not that kind of quiet...it's...it's like there's no one in there. Dead."
Kurt slowly lowered Kitty to stand on her own feet. They had opted for a late walk, Jean joining them as she could not sleep. They had lapped the lake twice before Kitty swayed sleepily and Kurt decided to head back, the girls following him with talk of frozen toes and noses. Now, they all stood stock-still, disregarding the icy wind and flakes of snow blurring against their skin, staring at the house. "Jean," he said softly, "I'm going in to check. You wait here."
"No!" Kitty said, her hand latching onto his wrist with a burning grip. "Don't..." Her breath was coming in hitches, her eyes rolling wildly, as if she could not control them. Her knees buckled and she swayed forward, Jean catching her as she fell.
"Katzchen!" Kurt said, dropping next to her. He reached to check her pulse but was hampered by her hand, still holding tight to his wrist.
With a hiss of air, Kitty said, "The time has come, sins are to be absolved and order restored!" Her eyes fluttered open and Kurt fought the urge to recoil-they were black as pitch, black like obsidian shining in the dark.
Jean gasped, drawing back in shock even as she sent a tendril of inquest into Kitty's mind. "God!" she cried, the pain searing her mind like fire. She was blinded from the sensation, pitching sideways in a contortion of terror.
Kitty released her grip on Kurt, who stared dumbly for a moment as Kitty rose to her feet. She dusted the snow off her pants and took a long draught of air before Kurt moved. He lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and knocking her back to the ground. "Kitty, what's wrong with you?" he growled, struggling against her writhing, her surprising strength cang hng him off guard. Her eyes bored into him, snake-like and empty. "Katzchen?"
"Call me as you must, but I am your deliverance. I am the end of all things. I will devour your blood and sin..."
Kurt found himself flying backwards with a thrust of Kitty's arm. He caught himself mid-air, porting into the mansion at some expense to his sense of orientation. He was loathe to leave Jean alone outside but he knew that whatever was wrong with Kitty would not touch the otherl arl any longer. He appeared in the foyer, Kitty phasing into the hall moments after he came. "Kitty! Stop it! I don't know what you're doing but this isn't you!" He made to grab her again but found himself sprawled on his back, not sure how he got there. Kitty leaned over him and smiled, oddly gentle in her blank face. Her voice was chiding, sweet and at odds with her words. "Kurt, you know it won't hurt. It's just a little thing, nothing major. Just..." here she made a short slashing motion with her hand. "We'll live forever, you know. We'll just have different bodies..." With a slow exhalation, she breathed on his face, a faint luminescence to her breath.
Kurt thought he was going to be ill. Kitty looked up, over his head at the stairway. Kurt felt his body become paralyzed, his senses dull as Rogue, or someone who looked like her, leaned over him. She and Kitty conferred in an unknown tongue and then lifted him like a log, Kitty at his feet and Rogue at his head, carrying him as if he weight nothing. He tried to speak but could not, tried to move anything, his tail, his hands, his eyes...he was truly paralyzed, he realized. _The lab, _ he realized, _They're taking me to the lab... _ He could hear faint voices as they neared, crying and muttering and knew that whatever was about to happen was going to be very painful.