Constant Craving

CONSTANT CRAVING CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Mad Queen of Plotbunnies, is currently being worshipped by a fleet of dolphins Dodo somehow snuck into the house. I have yet to figure out how he got them past customs... Vampyre: Narrow-minded bastards. They'll learn (evil laugh...) InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink-I throw myself at your feet in abject thanks for archiving! Mille, mille grazie! Readers/Reviewers: Okay. I have got to stop letting the ducks have so much power. Damned megalomaniacal birds...Last I saw, they were in full costume, heading for the Killer Kitties(tm) trailers with cat-o-nine-tails tucked under their wings. The platypi inform me it's supposed to be ironic. On a lighter note, their sculptures in honor of y'all's wonderfulness are nearly done. They ended up using a combination of pumpkin pie filling and cranberry sauce. Weird, but it works.


They could not have looked more suspicious if they tried. Kurt, Scott, Remy, Lance, Todd and Jamie sidled in as a group, eyes darting left and right, shoulders tense as if in preparation for a fight. When they reached the foyer, Scott paused and motioned for them to gather around. "Okay, guys. Keep in mind this is all a ruse, right? No hard feelings?"
"I try not to break bones, eh?" Remy winked at his companions.
"Hopefully it won't become physical." Scott grimaced at the idea of a full-powers fight between them all. "Just remember, we have to get Tabby to open up to you two," he nodded at Lance and Todd. "The best way to do that is make her think you're against us and for the Brotherhood."
Kurt raised a hand to break in. "My sisters have a ..."..."
"You said so earlier...Erika didn't tell us what it was. Want to share?" Scott sighed, wondering if Kurt's sisters were as fly-by-the-seat-of-the-pants as their brother.
Kurt looked both ways across the foyer and whispered in conspiratorial tones. "They don't think that Tabby knows they speak English...they're going to try and trick her into talking around them, saying something revealing...what's that look for?"
Lance shook his head. "I dunno, man...that doesn't sound well thought out..."
"Well, what do you want for short notice?" Kurt huffed.
"Wait a minute...can't we work that in?" Todd said thoughtfully. A cadre of curious eyes fixed on him and he cleared his throat nervously. "Well, I mean...if Tabby thinks that we're on her side, we can get her to talk around one of your sisters. She won't think that they can understand her but they can...I dunno. Record it or something."
"Sounds complicated," Remy said after a moment.
They all looked stair-wards at the sound of female voices growing closer. "Scatter!" Scott hissed. Lance and Todd dashed to the rec room and Remy headed leisurely up the stairs, pausing to bow courteously to Jean and Amara. Jean smiled and Amara scowled, but not as deeply as usual, continuing down the stairs. Scott elbowed Kurt in the ribs and mouthed "showtime" as the girls approached.
"Ready for dinner, Scott?" Jean asked, sliding her arms around his neck and smiling wide at him.
"I guess," he sighed. "So long as I don't have to sit near Lance or Todd..."
Amara snapped, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Scott cut his eyes to Kurt, who sighed inwardly. "Um, we had a falling out."
"What happened?" Jean asked suspiciously. She pulled away from Scott and pursed her lips. "You're sending confusing vibes."
_Vibes? When'd she get all New Agey? _ Scott rolled his eyes, knowing they were barely visible behind the red lenses. "It just wasn't working, sweetie..."
Jean kept her face neutral as she nodded. "Right...Amara, I think Kitty needed us upstairs."
"No she didn't..."
"Yes. She did." Without taking her eyes off of Scott and Kurt, she took Amara's arm and led her to the stairs. "We'll be back..."
Scott waited until they had remounted the stairs. "That," he sighed, "went well."
"Really? Where was I for that part?"

Kitty frowned deeply. "You sure?"
Jean nodded. "I got it, clear as a bell. They're up to something to trap Tabby but won't tell us."
"And how is this a bad thing?" Jubilee drawled, laying with her feet propped on the wall and her head hanging off the bed. "We're all together on this..."
Amara shook her head. "Scott is anti-Brotherhood again and Kurt seems to be going along with it."
Kitty's frown turned into a pinched expression of consternation. "Again? Damn it, and it was going so well..."
"Where are Kurt's sisters, Kitty?" Jean looked around the room as if expecting the girls to come tumbling out of the closet.
Kitty sighed. "Erika said she wanted to go ask Jamie something about the Danger Room, Katja is searching through her luggage for, and I quote, 'the verdammten thing,' what thing that might be, I don't know...and Anja really, really wanted to go see Beast's lab."
Rogue saw the devious look in Jean's eyes. "What're you up to, Red?"
"Kitty, you know I think Kurt is a great guy and he's one of the sweetest people I know..."
"I sense a but," Jubilee murmured.
Jean continued with a spare glance at the upside down girl. "He can't resist a woman in distress. _Three _ women in distress..."
Rogue grinned broadly. "You're evil, Red..."
Kitty nodded in agreement. "Get the Wagner girls to be so upset that big brother is being so mean to Todd and Lance-they really like Todd's mutation so that won't be too hard for them to put on the ham about wanting Kurt to like him-and Kurt will most likely tell them if they're up to no good again or if this is something...devious."
Amara spoke up for the first time in sev min minutes. "In the mean time, do we hold out again?"
Kitty shook her head in the negative. "This time, I think we need to switch tactics."
"What do you mean?" Jean asked.
"Well, holding out isn't working, obviously, so maybe giving in would get answers..."
Rogue snorted. "Fuck 'em to make 'em talk?"
"Well, not to be so crude, but something like that," Kitty blushed.
Jubilee rolled to her feet and was off like a shot, calling out "Good plan, Kit!" as she darted down the hall.
The remaining girls looked at each other with vaguely amused glances. "Well," Amara said, "I guess that's an emphatic yes."

"Scott, can you help me with this clasp?" Jean called across the hall. Scott rounded the door frame and froze. Jean stood, clad only in a thin white slip and low heels, hair piled on top of her head, fiddling with a necklace clasp.
"Uh...sure!" he croaked, damning hormones for making his voice jump. He tried not to think about the feel of her warm skin beneath his finger tips as they brushed her neck, deftly fastening the clasp. He let his thumbs brush the nape of her neck and her sigh made his heart skip a beat. "There you go..."
Jean turned, pressing herself against his chest. "Thanks, babe. You've always been good with your hands..." She could feel Scott's heart thump against his ribs, so closely was she pressed to him. The psychic waves of need and want were like drowning to her; she felt like she could not catch her breath under Scott's intense gaze.
"Jean..."
"Shhh." She stood on her toes, making them more closely matched in height and leaned in close, letting her breath flutter across his neck. "You smell nice."
"Than." _." _Okay. That was suave. I feel like a tool. _ Scott was painfully hard, Jean's artless seduction doing more than any fantasy ever could. His hands found her hips it it took all his will power not to grind against her, let her feel his arousal and tell her that it was because of her that he could not sleep at night, that he took cold showers at all times of day and that he was currently having the most embarrassingly erotic ideas about how to remove her slip without using his hands.
Jean smiled slowly, hoping she looked more sexy than she felt. _This isn't playing dirty pool...it's satisfying a mutual need, sharing love and finding out what the Hell he's being so sneaky about...three things in one. Who says I'm not efficient? _ "Scott, we have about an hour before dinner..."
"Actually," he said roughly, "about an hour and a half...there was a yam incident. Logan is still picking orange mush out of his hair."
Jean stared at him for a moment, perfectly still, before bursting into giggles. Scott grimaced, sure he had ruined the mood, before joining in her laughter. "I hope someone got pictures..."
"I think Rahne was lurking...suspicion is that Tabby put one of her charges in the casserole, just to be a jerk." Scott let his hands slide to the small of Jean's back, hoping to recapture some of the earlier mood by finally letting her feel the effect she was having on him. Jean stopped giggling and looked at him with shining eyes, chin tilted coquettishly as she seemed to memorize the details of his face. "What are you thinking?"
She breathed in deeply, letting her body relax against his. "I'm thinking that you need to relax more...I think you could get along with Lance and Todd if you just...let go." As she spoke, she gently nudged Scott back towards the bed. As his knees were forced to bend by the edge of the mattress, Jean let him pull her down on top of him, her body full length against his. "For example, I think you talk too much," she smirked, tracing his lips with her finger. Scott smiled as she leaned forward to kiss him, letting her hands twine in his hair to prolong the contact. Jean silently willed control over her actions to keep from letting him take over, to keep control of the situation herself. With easy movements, she shifted so that she straddled his hips and her center was pressing against the bulge in his jeans. "I think that you are entirely too tense, Scott..." she said softly. Scott groaned low in his throat as a response, making Jean feel like a wanton woman. Releasing him from his denim constraints, she said teasingly "Can Cyclops come out to play?"1 Scott laughed shakily, too wrapped in the sensation of her fingers sliding along his length to pay much attention to the corny joke. Jean licked her lips and leaned forward, bracing her hands against Scott's chest. "You know, though, I think you might be hiding something from me."
"Huh?" The sound was more a squeak than an actual question. Jean was poised just a bare distance from Scott's throbbing member, her heat and dampness tangible in the proximity. It was almost more than Scott could bear after not being able to be this close to her for so many days.
"Earlier, you were acting strange...I don't think I can really do this if I'm worried you're hiding something from me." Jean frowned, knowing herself for a liar.
Scott closed his eyes tightly, grinding his teeth for a moment as he fought the urge to throw Jean onto he back and ravish her madly. "I'll tell you..."
"Oh?" she said hopefully, lowering herself so that just the very tip of his manhood was inside her damp folds. She breathed slowly, desperate to impale herself on his length and feel the union she craved.
Scott felt helpless. He hated and loved being made to feel at Jean's mercy and he knew that he would tell her whatever she wanted to know just to feel her close to him. "We're just...we're just playing at fighting." Jean lowered herself a fraction of an inch more, making him hiss in pained pleasure. "We're trying to trap Tabby in her game, make her think Lance and Todd are on her side..." Jean sighed. This was enough for her, she decided. She took the rest of Scott's length in and flexed her hips, making him groan and knead her thighs in muted ecstasy.
"Scott," she whispered, leaning forward again, "take me. Now." He more than happily complied.

Jubilee was shooting sparks indiscriminately. Every time she moved her hands, an array of bright sparkles sprayed across the room, singing Remy's curtains or wallpaper with each _paff. _ Growling to herself, she shoved her hands under her thighs and took several deep breaths. _Calm down...this is just Remy. He's made you turn to jelly on more than one occasion, several times without even using his hands. It's your turn for once, Jubes old girl, and shooting nervous sparks is not going to make his knees weak. _ Straightening her spine, Jubilee nodded to herself as if making a decision. _Okay. He'll be here any second...get things in order. _ With swift movements, she cleared a space in the middle of the room, shoving an errant chair out of the way and kicking his trench coat to the wall. She checked one last time to make sure the CD was cued to the song she wanted and then, she waited. She did not have long. Less than five minutes later, Remy walked through the door, whistling. He paused even as she began to move, striking the "play" button as she gave him a bright smile.
"Chere?"
"Sit and watch..." Remy had told her his fantasy several weeks ago, asking her, all but begging her to do it for him. Remy did not take his eyes off of her as he threw his watch and wallet onto his dresser and sat on the bed, red eyes fixed on Jubilee's slow movements.
Fiona Apple's _Criminal2 _ wafted out of the speakers as Jubilee swayed in time with the music, her eyes closed to prevent the nervous giggles she was sure would rise in her throat if she looked at Remy even once. She had practiced many times in front of the mirror over the past several days, imagining how Remy would see her, what she would do to make him happy that his fantasy was fulfilled, that of seeing her strip for him, and she hoped her dance was sufficient. Her hands slid to her stomach and with languorous movements, she traced patterns on her skin and worked her shirt over her head, tossing it randomly across the room and feeling thrilled when she heard Remy gasp. She wore a bra, unlike her usual wont, to prolong the striptease. As she worked her skirt down her legs, chanchanced a peek at her lover only to feel her heart thump painfully in her breast. Remy was staring, openmouthed, as if he had never seen a naked woman before. Feeling empowered and very sexy, she flung her skirt to him, executing a slow turn to show him her lack of underclothing. Her black bra and very tiny black g-string were the only pieces of clothing remaining other than her boots. Jubilee bit her lower lip as she moved closer to Remy, grabbing something off the nightstand in the process. "Remy," she murmured, still swaying and running her free hand over her exposed skin, forgetting all the nervous tension she had ever felt about this.
"Oui?" he breathed, hands twitching on his knees with the need to touch her.
"I got something from the kitchen for you..." Stepping back a fraction, Jubilee smiled, feeling a little silly as she sprayed whipped cream across her breasts.
Remy grinned broadly and grabbed for her, pulling her by her waist to the bed. He had her on her back with his tongue lapping at the cream before she could catch her breath. "Mon ange..."
"I didn't get to finish..." she said, not really minding a bit.
"D'accord...next time, I let you finish...mebbe..." he pushed her bra straps aside and took one brown nipple between his teeth, rolling his tongue across it.
_Be strong, Jubes...find out what you need to know. _ With no small amount of effort, Jubilee wiggled from underneath him and got to her feet. "No...let me finish now..."
"Cherie!" Remy sighed, exasperated and aroused.
"Please?" she pouted, already swaying again, unclasping her bra as she did so. "It's important to me...I want to do this for you..."
"You've done more than enough, chere..." Remy reached for her again only to have her dance away.
"No, please..." Jubilee heard him sigh and the bed creak as he laid back. She divested herself of her panties, moving back to the bed. Remy sat up but did not reach for her again. Jubilee felt encouraged and knelt at the foot of the bed, playing with her nipples as she looked Remy in the eyes, enjoying the power she felt when he flushed deeply along his neck and his breath caught in his throat. "What's going on with you and Scott and all that, anyway?" she asked as if distracted.
"Quoi?" He jerked his head back and looked at her as if she had sprouted feathers.
"You and the other guys. I thought you were all getting along but Jean said you're fighting again..." Jubilee closed her eyes and let one hand drift to her navel, tracing circles lower and lower as she swayed to woman's voice on the CD.
Remy, definitely distracted, murmured, "Oh...don't worry 'bout dat, mon petite chou."
"Why not?" she mock-pouted, tracing her swollen nether-lips with one finger and sliding her other hand up to her neck.
Remy shifted, still not touching her but moving closer. Jubilee slid her finger between her folds and could not help the gasp that escaped her lips as she brushed the hard nub of desire between her legs. Remy said in a choked voice, "We just tryin' ta get Tabby in her lil' games, cherie..."
Jubilee opened her eyes widely and smiled at Remy. "I think that we should use the rest of that whipped cream before it gets too warm..."

"Amara?" Lance eased her door open, the room before him dark. "Rogue said you wanted me?"
"Yes, I do..." the door slammed and Lance whirled to face his girlfriend. She wore naught but a heave silver torque around her neck and silver charms twined in her hair. Her eyes were made up with black liner and her lips shone red in the dim light of the room. "Off with those clothes."
"What?" Lance was already unbuttoning his shirt, though, excitement bubbling in his veins.
Amara gave him a rough shove towards her bed and he stumbled willingly, shedding clothes the whole way. "On your stomach. Now." Lance bit his lip. His secret shame was that he liked her being dominant; no matter how pleasing it was for him to be on top, to be the one seducing and taking, he still felt reduced to hormonal mush whenever Amara became even a little assertive. Ducking his head to hide the flush he knew was climbing his face, Lance eased onto his stomach, adjusting necessarily as he did so. "I think you're hiding something from me..."
"What?" he asked a little roughly. He managed to turn his head and saw Amara tapping a soft leather cat o'nine tails against her hand. "Where did you get that?"
Amara smiled thinly. "Rogue knows some very interesting shops in town." Slapping it against her palm, she stood next to the bed, so close Lance could smell her skin and her arousal. "Don't change the subject. You're hiding something from me and I don't like it."
"Amara, Princess, I'm not hiding anything..."
"Liar," she hissed, striking him across the upper thigh with the flail. It was hard enough to sting but not enough to cause lasting pain. "What are you keeping back?"
Lance winced at the contact then shuddered as she let the tails of the device trail down his back and across his buttocks. "Nothing..." _How far can I push this before she really gets mad? _
Amara brought the cat down again at the crease where his thigh met his rear. She struck him twice and said warningly, "Lance..."
"Amara, I'm not hiding anything..." _Just a little more... _
Amara knew he was pushing her and that he was enjoying the attention greatly, if the grinding of his hips against her mattress was any indication. "One more warning, Lance, and then pain." She brought the flail down again, hard enough to leave red marks on the winter-pale flesh of his calves. Lance hissed and groaned as Amara let the tails trail again up his legs and tickle his lower back.
"We're not really fighting...we're trying to bust Tabitha..." Lance sighed, his climax just below the surface, his mind screaming for a little more pain, another strike, something to bring him release.
"Good boy," she cooed, knowing what Lance would want. She pushed him so that he was on his back and let the flail trace along his engorged length before bringing it down on his outer hip. Lance bucked upwards and Amara knew it would only be one more strike before he came. She brought the cat down again on his inner thigh and Lance groaned loudly, throwing his head back and arching at the same time. His release spilled down his length, spattering his stomach and thighs as Amara eased herself between his legs. As he gasped in finality, she said softly, "Poor Lance...he made a mess...he needs help cleaning up..."

Rogue had no idea what to do. She could not very well throw Todd down on the floor and have her way with him to get him to spill his guts. She paced outside his room for several minutes, knowing Amara would keep Lance busy for a while and give her time to work on Todd. _Fuck it. I'm not gonna scare him by coming on all slutty... _ "Hey Todd...you in there?"
"Um...yeah. Just a sec." There were a few thumps and a curse before the door opened. Todd was half-dressed, wearing dress pants and an undershirt, his dress shirt slung over one arm and a tie clutched in his hand. "I'm having issues."
Rogue smirked. "I gather..." She stepped past Todd as he motioned for her to come in. "What's new with you?"
"I hate dressing up," he grumbled. "I never had to dress up at the Boardinghouse, yo..."
"Don't 'yo' me, Todd..." Rogue said, rolling her eyes. "Put your shirt on and I'll help with ya tie."
Todd, fastening his buttons, looked dubiously at Rogue. "You can tie a tie?"
"You don't live in a house with this many guys without having to learn how toit..it..." Rogue moved to stand behind Todd where he was facing the mirror over the dresser he shared with Lance. "It's easy...watch..." Keeping her eyes on Todd, she slowly tied the tie, making sure he saw each movement. "Think you can do it?" With a tug, she pulled it over his head an untied the knot.
"Hey! Not nice!" he said, but smiled anyway. Taking the tie from Rogue, he slid it around his neck and tried but failed, drawing a frown to his face.
"Want me to do it again?" Rogue slid her hands over his and leaned against him, feeling his warm back through her shirtfront. "You know," she murmured as she tied the knot, "Jean thinks you guys are up to something."
"Oh?" he said, squeaking a little.
"Mmmm. But I know that if you were up to something, you'd tell me. You wouldn't lie to me..." With an easy sway to her hips, she moved to lay on his bed, "would you?"
"No...I wouldn't lie..." he said, moving towards her. The sight of Rogue in his bed was nearly something beyond his wildest dreams and he was not going to miss an opportunity to be there with her. "What does Jean think we're up to?"
"Oh, who knows..." Rogue sighed, tracing her fingers up his thigh. "Is there something I need to know?" She looked up at him through her lashes, her fingers nearing his slowly hardening member.
"Um....define 'need'," he said softly.
Rogue smiled at him. "Need...desire...want...craving...longing..." Her fingers found their goal and squeezed gently, feeling him surge to hardness beneath her tough. Todd groaned softly and closed his eyes, falling back on the bed. "You know...need."
"I know, I know..." he sighed. "Need."
Rogue wanted to make love then and there but knew she had no time to do all the things she wanted to with him, especially with the preparations they would need to make. Instead, she straddled him and began rocking her hips, resting her hands on his chest. Todd whimpered and bit his lip as she moved slowly, his hips rising to meet hers after a moment. "So nothing, huh?"
"Unh."
"Unh? I don't think I know that word..." Hot pangs of pleasure were winding up Rogue's spine and down her thighs, making her sigh as she pressed harder against him.
"I'm not lying about anything...just...just some stuff is going on that I can't tell you about." He held on to her hips and arched into her, heat felt through his pants and making him shake with unfulfilled longing.
"If I guess," she whispered, "will you tell me if I'm right?" Todd nodded, figuring that he was not exactly breaking his promise. "Is it about Tabby?" Nod. "Are you still Brotherhood?" Shake. "You guys gonna do something to Tabby?" Pause, then nod. Rogue sighed. She let him take control then, still holding her on top but rising against her, making her grind unwittingly into his manhood. She felt the shaking and melting sensation of release even as Todd gasped and held her in place, a sticky warmth seeping through his slacks and onto her thigh. She shuddered softly and moved to lay next to him, letting him carefully wind his legs and warms around her and kiss her hair. _I wonder how Kitty's getting on with this... _

A/N Next chapter...Kurtty smut. I promise!

1 Don't blame me...blame ProPhile. Cyclops...one eye...get it? ((sigh)) Thought so...
2 I really like that song...good sexy music... ;)