Carne Vale

CARNE VALE CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, the muses arrived! *happy dance * InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink make me giddy with happy sparkles because they archive. :) Readers/Reviewers: The Killer Kitties (tm) are massed and waiting for something. They're a little too polite, offering me cookies and tea. The ducks, for some odd reason, are covered in tape. There was a note attached saying they were obeying the Homeland Security directions...(Thanks, Rei Mars, for that image...lol).

"Todd, it's not the right time," Rogue murmured as he tried to pin her against his locker.
"Why? Afraid someone's gonna see us?" he asked with a slight laugh as he caught her around the waist when she side-stepped his original grasp.
"No, afraid someone's gonna get drained!" she snapped harshly, keeping her voice down to avoid arousing attention. "Come on...you know I can't do this all the time!"
"Why not?" he , pu, pulling her back to him when she would walk away. "We just have to be careful is all..." He succeeded in pressing a kiss to her scarf-covered neck before she broke the hold.
"Todd!" she ground out between clenched teeth, "You know the arrangement-if I can't touch you, we don't _do _ anything other than hold hands!"
"I never agreed to that, sweetheart," he pointed out with irritating calm. "st wst went along with it."
"Then that's a tacit agreement!" Rogue said severely. "Todd, I don't want to do this now!" Rogue winced as he sighed in regret, her ears burning with the whispers that were starting to dart up and down the hall. As quiet and subtle as she was trying to be, she knew that there was no such thing as a secret at Bayville High School and word of this spat would be all over the school before they got to lunch, various versions with more and more detailed embellishments popping up before last period ended. "Let's go somewhere else and talk about this!"
Todd shook his head stubbornly. "Not until you kiss me."
"Todd," she growled. He had not been quiet then, speaking loud enough for several people to hear them and start to group up, watching what they hoped would be a show.
"No, kiss me. If you kiss me right now, I'll drop the subject until..." he did a quick calculation, "the twenty fifth." _Ha! I can do math too! Neener neener neener! _
"I _can't!" _
"Hey, Tolensky, why you botherin' tall, pale and mopey?" Duncan Matthews, his uncanny sense for the worst possible moment working overtime that month, pushed through the admittedly thin crowd.
The slight groan that ran through the students belied their true feelings for the school's star athlete. Todd rolled his eyes and said in his most flippant manner, "Hey, Duncan, heard they're having a sale at Victoria's Secret...why aren't you there already?"
There was a collective wince as Todd hit the bank of lockers with a sickening thud. "Ow," came the understatement from the floor.
Rogue bit back the urge to punch Duncan square in the face and instead stepped between him and Todd. "Back off, Matthews. This ain't any of your business." _Where are the others when you really, really need them? Having a good day, they're all over the place. Shit hits the fan, it's like a mutant version of Raid. _
"Why, Rogue, I'm just trying to help a lady in distress..." Matthew's smile was obviously false to anyone who cared to look.
"Who you callin' a lady?" Rogue snarled. She saw Todd pull himself to his feet and shake off the aches setting into his body from the impact. _He shouldn't have to be used to this sort of thing. Go aGo away, Matthews."
"Not until I take care of Tolensky here," he said pleasantly, frighteningly so. "I think there's enough witnesses who saw him trying to get affection from you that anything I did would be held up in front of Kelly," he added in a low voice, audible only to Rogue and Todd as he leaned near.
"Not nearly enough," Jean's voice cut in stridently. _*He thinks too loud, _* she said so that only Todd and Rogue could hear. To Duncan, she said, "Go away Matthews and leave them alone or I know of a certain incriminating photo that might just end up on the school website."
Watching Duncan's face go from red to purple to some shade that was best described as puce would have been entertainment enough but for what happened next. Kurt, hell bent for leather, barreled around the corner with his head down, muttering to his feet to all appearances. Duncan took a step back, his mouth working furiously as he tried to form words that would not get him in trouble but would still strike fear into the hearts of lesser popularity groups. Rogue and Todd saw the forthcoming collision but could do nothing to stop it, Rogue only managing to blurt out "Kurt!" before the slight youth rammed head-first into Duncan, already off balance due to his backwards steps, his weight squarely on his heels.
Subconscious paranoia made Kurt twist as he fell, protecting his holo from damage but landing hard on his shoulder, a loud, wet pop drawing a collective "Ew!" from the small crowd. "I think I broke something," Kurt said faintly, his eyes wide and wet.
"Stupid fuck!" Duncan shouted, rolling to his knees. He looked none the worse for wear save for the gray layer of dust on his jacket and pants from hitting the dirty floor. He reached out and grabbed Kurt's arm, shaking him hard. "Watch where the Hell you're going!"
Kurt let out a nearly inhuman yell of pain as his nerves screamed messages to his brain. Jean acted as quickly as she could, her mental control making Kurt nearly impossible to move. To those watching, it looked as if Duncan were merely holding Kurt up, but to the larger teenager, it felt as if he were trying to push rock with a feather. "What the fuck did you do to me?" he cried, sure that there was a lawsuit brewing. "Why can't I move you?"
Rogue only had to glance at Jean to know what was going on. "Move it Matthews," she snapped, striding forward and taking Kurt by his good arm. "Come on, Kurt. I'll take you to the nurse..." She moved her friend facilely, drawing a shaking Kurt to his feet and sliding her arm around his waist, a patch of blue fur peeking out from under the bottom of his shirt, his tail in danger of becoming visible due to his distraction. Todd edged to join them, giving Duncan a wide berth.
Duncan lurched to his feet. "Get bherehere, Tolensky! This is your fault!"
"Oh, yeah, I'm running right over," Todd sneered, making sure Jean and Rogue were between him and Duncan. _I'm not ashamed-they could kick his ass so who am I to give feminism a black eye? _
Duncan snarled, his face an unpleasant shade of pink. "You guys are so fucking gone!"
Jean's raised brows were thly sly sign they had heard him at all.

Kitty was nearly out of breath as she skidded to a halt in the infirmary. "Kurt! What happened?"
Kurt felt very floaty and nice. "Katzchen! Ich habe hübsche rosafarbene Pillen!"1 He smiled blurrily and attempted to purse his lips for a kiss but only managed a strange grimace that made Kitty look askance at Beast.
"He's on some powerful stuff. I don't think he's quite...right...at the moment," the doctor explained gently. "He hit his shoulder just right and popped it out of socket and broke part of his humerus-er, the funny bone."
"I know what it is!" Kitty said shortly, crossing to Kurt's side and taking up his left hand, the hand that was not attached to the injured arm. "Sorry," she said a moment later. "I didn't find out about this till sixth period because I was in the library at lunch and for once, the gossip mill was slow!"
Beast nodded understandingly. "I can tell Doctor Reyes that you won't be able to help her tonight..."
Kitty sighed. "No, I owe her big time. All we're doing is interviewing...can we talk in here or will it disturb him?"
Beast laughed. "Kitty, you could tie his tail to a subway car and drag him through the five boroughs and Kurt will not be disturbed until those painkis wes wear off!"
"Somehow, that wasn't as reassuring as you'd think," Kitty sighed. Beast shrugged apologetically. "How long has be been here?"
"Well, Rogue convinced the nurse that the excuse we use for Kurt not participating in contact sports in PE-the mysterious skin ailment that's highly contagious to everyone except you, apparently-was a good reason to send him straight to his family physician," here he sketched a bow and Kitty had to smile, "So he's been here since around one or so. Todd, however, got some Tylenol and a pass to get back into class late."
"Todd? Oh...the lockers..." Kitty frowned. "School wasn't this violent last year."
"You weren't on Duncan Matthew's radar last year," Beast said seriously. "Jean and Scott were, and that was it. Now, the rest of you kids are in his sights for some reason..."
"I know why," Kitty sighed, simultaneously squeezing Kurt's hand and pushing her bangs back out of her face. _Well, at least this will help keep his mind off sex for a while. Small mercies and all that... _
"I'll go tell Doctor Reyes you can help her now...that way you have this evening free in case you, oh, I don't know," he cast about vaguely, "want to sit here and do homework or something."
Kitty smiled her gratitude before Beast lumbered from the room, calling for his fellow physician and potential partner. "You sure do get beat up a lot, don't you?" she said softly to Kurt, tucking his hair behind his ears to keep it from his eyes. He murmured drowsily, neither wholly awake nor asleep, and pulled her hand to his cheek, turning towards her to snuggled against it as best he could. Kitty sighed and hooked her foot around a low stool just barely within reach, pulling it towards her as Cecilia Reyes entered in a sweep of lab coat and curly hair.
"Kitty!" she said brightly as if meeting her for the first time. "How're you doing today? Aside from the obvious," she amended, gesturing towards Kurt. She had heard all about their relationship from Beast, Logan, Storm and the Professor, picking up some details from eavesdropping on the students as they ignored her in their rush through the day. She did not mind being invisible to them-it made her job easier. "Now, where did we leave off yesterday?"
"Um, you were asking me about..." she cut a glance to Kurt and was satisfied he would not be aware of her speech, "puberty and my mutation. Are you going to ask everyone this stuff?"
"If I can...I can't tell you enough how much I appreciate this," she added with emphasis. "Now, had you already experienced your first period when you manifested your abilities?"
"A few months before. I don't know if there was a lag or anything with menarche and the activation of my mutation. I may have been able to phase before I first did but it just never...came up, I guess." Kitty shrugged, sliding from a serious, mature tone to one of teenaged concern in a blink. "I mean, like, if I had been able to phase, you'd think it would happen before, right? I mean, I'm sure I fell off my bike or something before that night when I fell through the ceiling and you'd think my body would try to phase so I didn't hurt myself if I could've done it, right?"
Cecilia smiled in amusement. "Who's to say? Maybe it took being asleep to free your mind up enough to let your body try it. Once you knew you could do it, it was easy."
"It's scary," Kitty said, stroking Kurt's arm idly. "Not just phasing, but being a mutant. Phasing is kind of weird. I mean, what possible evolutionary advantage is it?"
"Isn't it obvious? You can avoid injuries that kill people who can't phase-you can avoid being shot, stabbed, impact injuries, compression injuries..." With a grin that bespoke youth rather than maturity, Cecilia added, "And you could go into the men's locker room at Mets games."
"Doctor Reyes!" Kitty said hotly, her giggle ruining the effect.
"Why is it scary being a mutant? Pretend," she said hurriedly when Kitty would point out that she, too, was one of them, "that I am not a mutant, that I have no idea what it's like to be...different."
"You don't really," Kitty said. "You don't use your powers at all and you seem to be afraid of them, not afraid of being a mutant. Sorry," she said, blushing. "I shouldn't talk to you like that."
Cecilia smiled crookedly, telling the younger woman with her expression that it was okay. "No, you have a point. I really don't know what it's like to be a mutant. I've only recently found out myself."
Kitty nodded, unsure of how to proceed. "What's so scary, I guess, is knowing that you could be found out. That someone you love could be found out. That one day, someone who thinks we shouldn't be alive could just," she snapped her fingers loudly, "and we'd be gone."
"You worry more about your friends than yourself, don't you?" the doctor asked, folding her hands over her clipboard. She was asking out of curiosity now, no longer following her script for an interview.
"I know they can take care of themselves mostly, but I don't like to think that one day, maybe sooner than we all think, that person who hates us may take them away. Even one would be almost too much for me to take," she said softly, squeezing Kurt'ngerngers again as he rubbed his cheek across the top of her hand. ecilecilia nodded. "I see..." Seeking to lighten the atmosphere, she said, "I wonder why it is that blue is such a common color for mutant fur?"
"You noticed that, too?" Kitty asked with a shake of her head. "Now _that's _ a research paper waiting to happen..."

Kurt felt like he was wrapped in a big, fluffy blanket right out of the dryer, his face barely peeping out to the light of the room. _I feel pink, _ he said to himself, sing-songing the words in his head as he tried to turn away from the bright light.
Kitty looked up from checking her calculus homework and frowned. Kurt was trying to turn over onto his injured side, clenching his eyes against the lamplight she was using to see her work. Pushing her glasses onto her head, she sighed and reached over to turn off the light, deciding that she had done enough for one evening anyway. "Shhh, Kurt...don't keep trying to roll over," she said quietly, standing to move him gently onto his back and away from his sore shoulder and arm. Kurt capitulated and let Kitty move him, murmuring in his sleep as she fussed over him, leaning near to fluff his pillows and adjust his blanket. "My poor Fuzzy," she said tenderly, brushing a kiss across his lips almost guiltily. "Why do things always happen to you like this?" She was loathe to move away from him so she carefully sat on the edge of the bed, leaning backthe the thin sliver of mattress available to her to balance against Kurt's side, gazing at his face, relaxed in sleep as it rarely was in wakefulness. "You never just...be...do you?" She nestled closer, closing her eyes as she slid one arm across his chest both to hold him and to keep herself from falling. "You're always talking or laughing or something, your face is always moving..." She kissed his shoulder and felt him sighed beneath her ear. "You need to relax more."
Kurt knew a new yet familiar sensation inside his cocoon of sleepiness. He was aware of Kitty against him but did not know why he was thinking he should ask her to move. When he could not make his mouth say the words, he took it as a sign that the girl really belonged next to him after all, and the part of his brain saying she should leave had no idea what it was talking about. _She feels nice...all soft and curvy and she fits very well right there... _ He unconsciously slid tail out from under him and worked it around his waist, his subconscious registering the brief tensing of her body before it relaxed against him once more as his tail wrapped around her, nothing more. _She always smells nice...Is that some sort of girl thing or does she try to? _ Kurt was aware of her melting against him, close to sleep, and he began stroking her arm with the tip of his tail, feeling the frissons of sensations shimmering through her skin beneath his touch. He was still half- asleep but somewhat aware of what he was doing as he slid his tail under her shirt, her bare side too tempting even to his drugged mind. He was pleased to find that she was in her pajamas, his mind doing a jig of happiness at the fact he would not have to deal with snaps or hooks if things were to progress. _Wait...why is that a bad thing, going further? Huh. _ Kitty did not seem to be protesting; in fact she was mewling softly, pressing against him in ways that made his protesting mind go quiet in pleasant numbness. One of Kitty's legs draped across his hips as she sought to get closer and Kurt felt his body respond quickly, his length hardening to a painful tumescence. _ I really have to have a talk with myself later...all this protesting is quite inhibiting..._
Kitty sighed and wriggled closer to Kurt, dreaming what she was sure was one of her most pleasant dreams to date. She and Kurt were laying in her bed and there was no one else in the mansion to bother them. How she knew this, she did not care. _It's a dream...if I can have a dream about flying fish doing a mambo, then I can have a dream that no one else is here, can't I? _ She sighed and relished the fact that she could actually feel Kurt against her as she slept, not caring that she did not usually dream so vividly. It was frustrating her that he was teasing her, stroking her skin so slowly and softly, making her want him so badly but not even speaking, not whispering or murmuring, just touching her. "Kurt," she said, a little surprised that she could hear herself in her own ears but writing it off to an aspect on the dream. Kurt responded with a thrumming purr, vibrating the length of his body and against Kitty's sensitized flesh. She murmured in frustrated need and pressed her dampening center against hhighhigh. She felt his tail twitch against her breast, barely skimming the soft skin and making her gasp. He did not continue there, though, but rather took a decidedly southward course with the tip of his tail, brushing across her stomach to work it's way beneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Kitty shifted, accommodating that which would bring her pleasure.
Even in his sleep-addled state, Kurt found Kitty's center quickly, the heat beckoning his touch, making her open for him. He touched her with the tip of his tail, drawing a low whimper from her as she rocked her hips against him. Kurt heard a warning in his brain but shoved it aside, so intens hes he on Kitty. She mewled again and he felt deep, burning pleasure melt through his bones as he found her slick heat ready for him, her needy bud of desire aching for his touch without any further encouragement. He rubbed against her experimentally, moving more assuredly with her fevered, though sleepy, responses. She writhed against him, seeking fulfillment even as his own breathing sped up, his gasps in time with the caresses and thrusts of his tail against her femininity. Kitty came to sudden wakefulness, her eyes flying open and taking in a great lungful of air the bare moment before climax shook her body. She let the waves wash over her, feeling like tiny gold lights were dancing in spirals through her ve the the melting sensation almost too much to bear on top of her recent somnolence. She clapped her hand over her own mouth to keep from crying out, her panicked expression at warh thh the pleasured noises coming from her throat Kurt's tail worked against her, slowing from it's previously frantic pace. Kurt seemed to either be asleep or still under the effects of the painkillers Beast was administering on a regular basis. _Oh, God, is this bad or good? And am I wrong for not caring? _ Kurt slowly slid his tail out from her pajama bottoms and Kitty seized the chance to slide from bed, no matter how badly she wanted to go further. _Will he hate me if he remembers and knows I didn't stop him? I have to tell him tomorrow...But tonight, I've got to get out of here! _ On bare feet, Kitty dashed from the room, leaving behind one slowly awakening mutant.

1 I have pretty pink pills! (Is that right, Foxfeather?)