The Tarot Saga: Sex and Candy
Just Like Heaven
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Summers strode into the War Room. Kurt was already there; his tail curled
around a half-full blue Slurpee. He had his eyes closed and feet propped up on
the seat next to him, a change from his customary crouch. He had his mp3 player
earphones on, his lips barely moving in a silent sing-along. He was wearing
jeans and a red tee shirt that read, “Give me your candy or I’ll steal your
boyfriend”. His hooded leather trench hung from the back of the chair. K
too
took no notice of Scott as the Team Leader set down a file on the War Room
table and brought up a holo-screen
walked in next, two bottles of beer in his hane kie kicked Kurt’s legs from the
chair and sat down, simultaneously yanking the ear-buds from Kurt’s ears.
floor.
Elf.”an san smiled good-naturedly. “You little pointy-eared fucker.”
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dich,
chuckled and handed Kurt a beer. “Here, it’s Canadian. You’ll like it.” Kurt
took a sip.
doesn’t taste like ass,
notorious beer snob that he was. “And welcome to Black Team.”
praise indeed.. tha thanks.”
nursed the beer and scrolled through his mp3 playlist. He shifted in his seat.
He had a perma-hard-on apparently and it was getting uncomfortable. He
continued to forward through his mp3s: The Cure, Switchblade Symphony, London
After Midnight, Cruxshadows, Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack, Siouxsie...how
very Goth of me, must have been in a mood, like now...he mused, ...Alien
Sex Fiend, The Ataris, Tori Amos, Weird Al, Muse, Dandy Warhols, Bad Religion,
They Might Be Giants, Dead Milkmen, Violent Femmes, Ween, Dean Dan Dance, Big
Bad Voodoo Daddy, Pixies, Lacuna Coil...nothing sounded appealing. His nerves
were completely frazzled. He hit shuffle and resigned to listen to
whatever came on. Snake River Conspiracy’s “Vulcan” played, ettlettled back
with his eyes closed and a decent beer at his lips.
ok, Elf?” WolvWolverine took a long swallow of beer.
one more person asks me that, I swear to fucking God I will bamf their
head off,” the elf hissed under his breath. Kurt seemed a little
tes.unc.uncharacteristically so. Logan could smell his problem
seemed simple enough to Logan, the elf needed to go
out and get fucked. From the smell of him, that was the kid’s main hobby
anyway.
ok, Kurt?” Scott asked, not privy to the conversation between Logan and the
young German. Kurt shot him a look and drained the beer bottle. He set the
empty bottle on the floor, his tail handing him his melting Slurpee.
fine.” He said, tersely.
walked in, “Greeeetings, Fuzz-butt.”
Mietze.”
“I didn’t
expect you so soon,
at his watch. “I thought you didn’t believe in early.”
expects the Spanish Inquisition,”
Livejournal, nobody’s online, I haven’t won any of my eBay bids, and I have an
annoying tongue-zit thing.” She stuck out her tongue and pointed at the small
red spot on the tip of it. She faux-pouted, “I am woe-begotten. I need love.”
“Well, come
here...I have love for you.” Kurt held open his arms. “And I’ll share my
Slurpee.”
herself on Kurt’s lap. He spread his legs and let her ass drop into the seat in
front of him. He was still painfully aware of his erection pressed to the back
of her jeans but s
and plucked one of his ear-buds from his ear and put it into her own. Kitty
started mout alo along to London After Midnight’s “Kiss” rocking her hips and
bouncing her head in time with the music. Kurt handed her his Slurpee and she
slurped it happily. Kuelt elt himself lapse into a kind of zone. As Kitty moved
against him, it was almost as if he could imagine a strange sort of heat
building inside him...inside her. Ribbons of white flame ran through them both.
His eyes half-closed and
flame, would it flicker? He could smell her through the heat. Her scent
traveled along the ribbon that through her and burned blue-white at the pulsing
in her throat. He was cold; he wanted to wrap himself in those ribbons of
warmth. He was freezing and she was hot, he wanted to bury himself were she was
hottest. His cock ached. He could taste her on those ribbons, too. Gott, it was
sweet. The ribbons were made of sugar and fire. His hips gently moved in time
to hers. The sugared heat at her neck burned. His mouth watered.
purred, brushing his lips across her neck. Kitty stiffened. She felt a jolt of
energy that was completely inconsistent to a quick kiss on the neck and
completely akin to the stroke of fingers between her legs. She grew wet almost
immediately. Her cheeks flushed pink and for a
second, it was like she was back on Ecstasy...but more intense. Kitty bit her
lip and shuddered. Kurt exhaled and with another barely felt touch of his lips,
came another jolt. Logan frowned.
glance at Kitty, his eyebrow rising up above his sunglasses. He saw nothing
unusual; Kitty was always hanging all over Kurt. He just wished she wouldn’t do
it at a Team meeting. They were both swaying in time to some Goth song on
Kurt’s mp3 player. Scott was not going to enjoy this meeting. Jean was going to
be pissed he didn’t tell her about Charles...way
pissed...clenched fist in the air-William Shanter-Wrof Kof Khan pissed.
walked in and was treated to a mental porn-show from Kurt andindulged herself with a small sigh, it would seem that the problem Nightcrawler
had confided in her about was growing more troublesome.
going clubbing later?” Kitty whispered in a strained voice.
hmm.” Kurt wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her shoulder. She
held up his Slurpee, offering him the straw. He took a sip and blew icy breath
against the tender flesh beneath her ear. The velvety touch of his cheek
against hers sent gooseflesh racing down Kitty’s arms. “You want to come with
me?” He murmured softly into her ear so only she could hear. Except for
Wolverine, who heard him just fine. Logan stood up, reached over and
plucked Kitty out of Kurt’s arms, who released her with an unnervingly hungry
smile. Logan deposited Kitty into a chair next to Scott.
playing grab-ass, yoo.” o.” Wolverine ordered gruffly, returning to his own
seat and handing Kurt back the Slurpee he confiscated from y. Ky. Kurt had his
golden eyes fixed on her, his smile suddenly fading. Kitty swallowed hard and
her face went scarlet. He put his head in his hands and gave a little
exasperated groan. He let his forehead hit the table. Gambit entered in time to
watch Kurt bang his head on the table. Everyone stared. Bang. Logan took
another gulp of his beer. Bang. Bobby wandered in, still wng hng his orange
kilt. Bang.
it, Kurt. Beat that giant forehead of yours into submission.” Bobby patted Kurt
on the back. Bang. Bobby headed over to Scott, “Is there any particular reason
why Fuzzy and Blue is trying to bludgeon himself to death with the Woom
oom
table?”
working on that one,
I’m late guys, I-...Kurt!” Jean walked in. No Bang. Instantly, a TK
shield around his noggin impeded Kurt’s ndinnding concussion. His head hung
unmoving mid downward progression. “Kurt, what the heck?”
Kurt sat back and Jean dropped the shield. “Just having a weird day.”
Jean settled down next to Scott.
thought dat “weird” was de default settin’ aroun’ here.” Remy set down a big
plate of homemade cookies on the table. “I made some cookies fo’ de meetin’,
dey peanut butter but I got some oatmeal ones fo’ you, Kurt, since I know dat
you don’t like peanut butter.”
Remy,
other side of him.
I’m just dropping off this weeks PM schedule. A lot of people didn’t sign off
their Maintenance reports and it’s fucking up my paperwork.” Bobby handed Scott
a file and then helped himself to a few cookies. “Remember people,” Bobby eyed
Black Team sternly, “Bad paperwork makes the Baby Jesus cry.”
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eyes wide and face still flushed, reached out and picked up a cookie. She
stared at it and tried to figure out what the hell just happened.
fun in Madripoor, guys. Try not to get any social diseases.” Bobby left, the
cleats of his golf shoes clicking down the hall.
sipped his Slurpee and tried to catch Kitty’s eye so he could mouth an apology
to her. He couldn’t, she had her head down and was examining her peanut butter
cookie thoroughly. This is stupid, something’s obviously wrong with me. I
think I’ve seen this fucking movie...guy develops mood swings and mysterious
headaches, after being involved in some sort of magical ritual, starts having bizarre
“epis”. I”. I’m going to tell people before they have to fetch me a young
priest and an old priest and I start projectile barfing pea soup. He
cleared his throat, “After the mission briefing, I need to talk to you guys
so going clubbing. Possessed by the devil or not. He felt a very real
tendril of fear lash at him as soon as he had the thought. A hand touched his
arm and h
arm lightly, a trace of sympathy in the side-glance she gave him.
Scott sunk into his seat, “Jean, could you get the door?” With a look, Jean’s
TK shut the War Room door. She remembered being disappointed when she had first
arrived that the sub-basement doors didn’t slide shut like in Star Trek.
“Ok, guys. I have a few things I need to talk to you about and then I’ll turn
your team back over to you, Kurt.”
looked down; Scott had slipped his hand in hers and was gently squeezing it in
a reassuring way. Oh, shit, she thought, someone has a tumor.
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recently sanitized and now April fresh, was back in business. Viceroy Jubilee
sat cross-legged next to Warren and wore her plastic pink tiara proudly. The
battered Post-It Note that bore the Proclamation of her Royal Office was
affixed to her glittery wand. Betsy reclined on the other side of Warren, a
bowl of M&M’s in her lap. Law & Order had the three transfixed.
not the sodding doctor. It’s too fucking predictable. These programmes always
have a twist.” Betsy tossed back a handful of M&M’s.
the doctor, there’s not always a twist.” Warren checked the clock, “It’s almost
half-way through and they haven’t made the arrest yet. They don’t have time for
a twist.”
not the doctor. It’s never who they imply. It’s always the disarmingly helpful
nun or some sociopathic moppet.” Betsy passed the candy bowl down to Jubes,
“Tell him, Bit. Isn’t there always a twist?”
there’s usually a twist...makes for better TV drama
the doctor,
know such things.”
arse. The doctor’s a bloody tosser but he’s not the killer. I think it’s that
wilting violet of a sister he’s got.” Betsy eyed Warren with sudden
inspiration. “Let’s wager. If it’s not the doctor, then...” Betsy smiled. “You
have to kiss a boy. A good tonsil-lapping snog with tongues lashing about
furiously. A strapping lad of my choosing.”
Betsy. Fine.” Warren rolled his eyes. “It is the doctor. What do I get
when I win?”
kiss, in any manner you like, anyone of you’re choosing...any gender.” Betsy
grinned, “Oh, fuck it. I’ll shag anyone you want, within reason, of
course, Fred Dukes is right out.” She stuck out her hand. “Shake.” Warren
gripped her hand and shook it.
muttered his Viceroy.
Let’s start.” Scott didn’t stand up, he continued to sit at the head of the War
Table, holding Jean’s hand. He didn’t stand up, he wasn’t in uniform, he had
his regular ruby quartz “sunglasses” on instead of his visor, and even his
voice hadn’t lapsed into the crisp professional timbre of Cyclops. Jean
swallowed, a knot of worry growing in the pit of her belly. This wasn’t a Team
Meeting; it was a family meeting. Scott had news and was going to break
it to them. Jean brought up her own holoscreen. Sure, enough...Blue and Gold
teams were also going to be meeting with Scott tonight. Not in the War Room, in
the kitchen.
Professor is missing. He’s been missing for weeks. He’s...he’s not...Cerebro
can’t find him.” Scott took a breath.
Jean ed aed at him incredulously. “He contacted me. He told me about Logan and
the Hand and how to send Kurt...”
Scott interrupted, “Logan wasn’t being followed by the Hand. Sage was. The
Professor would have known that.”
cell phone rang. He glanat tat the caller ID. “I gotta take this.” He got up
and strode out.
used Kurt as bait. Someone wanted him in Toronto, and I don’t believe it was
Charles. But since it was a telepathic communication, I opted to not compromise
the mission by telling Kurt everything.” Scott winced under Jean’s angry glare.
case someone read my mind.” Kurt nodded.
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was not aware that Xavier was missing.” Sage seemed agitated, “This changes
things.”
Scott looked over at her.
was a communication from Charles Xavier that Viper had commissioned use of the
Deck,
“He suggested I seek Wolverine out, due to his ties with both Viper and
Madripoor.”
looks like someone wanted Kurt an’ Sage in de same place.” Remy helped himself ano another cookie. “Guess dat miss-port was no accident.”
the mental communication I received from Xavier was either an impersonation or
Xavier being coerced.” Sage crossed her legs and glanced at Kurt. “I am not
sure exactly what the itatitation this Gregori used was intended to do.”
read the report thing Kurt wrote up.” Kitty suddenly spoke up, “He said the guy
touched a gemstone to you, it glowed and turned to dust. He then threw the dust
into Kurt’s face, right?”
Kurt leaned forward in his chair, his tail lashing behind him as he sat on the
very edge. “I think I know where you’re going with this...”
think Sage was a spell component. The spell was aimed at Kurt and they needed
her for a spell component...to do something to him.” Kitty excitedly munched
her cookie, the earlier weirdness forgotten. “They needed to whammy Kurt...ok,
let me think...” She drummed the fingers of both hands on the table. “Ooo!
Sage, you’re like a living computer right? I read all about you in the Cerebro
Files. You can also do the DNA thingy, right? Turn on people’s latent mutancies
and stuff?”
Sage trailed off. “I suppose they could
have wanted me to activate a latent mutancy in Nightcrawler, but I wasn’t aware
he had any. They couldn’t very well force me to, so they used magic to imitate
my ability against him?”
you cataloged Kurt’s DNA?” Scott asked, “Plus I need to throw this out there.”
He reached into a small manila envelope and pulled out a card. He tossed it
onto the table. Everyone rose slightly to get a good look at it. The image of
the Professor as the Heirophant stared back up at them. Kurt crossed himself.
Jean’s eyes went wide. Sage regarded the card with a raised eyebrow.
interestin’,” Remy shook his head.
Kitty said, “The plot...she thickens.”
I hadn’t cataloged his DNA. I didn’t know it was going to be of consequence in
the near future.” Sage turned to Kurt. Her eyes flared with a soft
luminescence. “Interesting indeed,” she added.
can’t be good,” Kurt sighed. He continued to stare at the card as Sage read and
cataloged his DNA.
sure dat Kurt don’t touch it. Could be a trap or somethin’...set t’activate what
dey did to him,” Gambit advised and then scooted a few feet away from both Kurt
and the Tarot card.
they did to me is already activated,” Kurt said, “I just want to know why
and for what purpose?”
did they do to you, Kurt?” Scott asked. Jean reached out with TK and brought
the card to her, letting it spin slowly before her eyes.
...kinda stupid.” Kurt settled back down, “I’ve been having...these little
episodes.”
Scott asked.
seizures or fits?” Remy sat on the edge of the War Room table. “Abdominal
cramps?”
Kitty stood up and walked around the table to where Kurt was, “That’s
what that was...an episode?”
Kurt reached out and squeezed her shoulder. “I’m really sorry, Kitty.”
filling me in?” Scott crossed his arms.
DNA has been altered,” Sage announced. They all turned to look at her. Kurt
felt a little fearful wave of nausea. “I am not sure what was done as I haven’t
cataloged him before. But I can see genetic coding that is inconsistent with a
Homo-Superior male. The latent powers are tied to a gene but it’s not his
activated X-gene.”
gene is it?” Kurt found his voice a little too squeaky for his liking.
do not know, I’ve never encountered it before.” She admitted.
“Jean, how about his mind? Has he been fucked with mentally?”
down, Hon.” Jean guided Kurt to his chair. She sat down next to him and took
his elfin face in her hand. “A quick peek and it’s over, k?”
Kurt relaxed and closed his eyes; the touch of Jean’s hand on her face tingled
slightly. She had a dab of perfume on her wrist; it smelled good, like vanilla.
caressed his cheek comfortingly and then plunged into his mind.
White
ribbons of fire. Ribbons of sugar. A hunger. A need. Lust so sweet it stung.
The coppery bitterness of blood. The hot salt of semen. The delicate tang of a
woman’s arousal. Good clean sweat. The faint bleachy smell of sex.
intense, his lips parted slightly and his eyes half-closed
between the ribbons. He was there, it was all him, no enigmatic
influence...just Kurt and his ribbons. They reached for her, into her, tasting
her. She saw him there, watching her as she wandered through his thoughts and
memories. She had ribbons, too...he showed her, they threaded through her like
tendrils. He touched one and she quaked. He moved towards her, ribbons
reaching. She could taste the sugar, but his fire wasn’t white. She looked into
it; it was black. It was cool to the touch and slick like silk. So black it was
purple-blue. The color of his hair.
the Elf’s face in her hands, rapture on her face. The Elf’s face was serenely
carnal, his half-closed eyes fixed on Jean. Jeannie’s scent flooded his senses.
She was wet. Her whole body was flushed and tense with need. Kurt jerked away.
Jean’s eyes snapped open; herd fld flew to her mouth.
Scheisse.”
said. “It’s actually kind of fun in a weird I-wanna-do-Kurt kinda way. Lucky
thing I have no shame.”
throat. “He’s not being influenced. Nothing’s missing or added. It’s just....
uh.... him.”
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Jeannie blush like dat,” Remy chuckled, “Well, dere goes de franchise.”
head.” Kurt shoved himself out of his chair, gathering his coat and mp3 player.
shook her head. Warren stared open mouthed at the TV. The sister? His sister
did it? She killed all the old ladies because her own mother had been a raving
bitch, so now all little old ladies had to go?
get to pick your snog-ee.”
He leaned back onto Warrentopia and found comfort.
his head, “Take your medicine like a man.... by kissing one.” She perked up at
the sound of jingling in the hall. Betsy darted out of the rec room and
returned, towing in a petulant looking Kurt Wagner.
he’s looking fly. He had on a long sleeved mesh half-shirt, very low cut
PVC pants, and a long black coat with a series of silver buckles down the side
of each opening. His black-blue hair hung spikily in his eyes, streaked with
dark purple. His eyes were lined with kohl and he wore a sort of smoky glittery
eye shadow. A series of silver hoops hung from his ears. The only thing missing
were some serious fuck-me boots.
pretty?” Betsy smiled sweetly.
suspiciously. Warren groaned. He smelled trouble. Trouble that involved having
to lift his Royalness from the indented ass-prints he’d worn into Warrentopia
and having to go get dressed. Bugger. At least he already knew who his
kissing-wager kiss-ee would be. He waited for it.
here.” There it was. She dragged Warren off. Kurt plopped down next to
Jubes on Warrentopia. She offered him the bowl of M&Ms. He smiled and
accepted. Jubes Kur Kurt watched a re-run of Buffy while Warren and Betsy got
tarted-up.
Gold Team meeting,” Jubilee commented.
M&Ms. “Black Team is still in their meeting.”
Team Leader”. Kurt looked agitated; she guessed the meeting didn’t go well.
“Sooooo, what’s Benediction?”
mostly. Some techno, some trance...depends on who’s spinning.” Kurt stretched,
his already bare belly exposed even further, revealing a hearty portion of his
treasure trail. Jubilee appreciated the private show. “It’s a member’s list
only thing.” He didn’t add that it had a hardcore fetish edge, and was pretty
darn exclusive. Only the rich and quasi-celebrated could afford that kind of
depraved decadence.
that.”
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coast thing, I guess.”
California.” Kurt smiled. “Rad.”
Arschloch: asshole, Verpiss
dich: Fuck off, Mietze: kitty.
been my ever patient Beta)