Carne Vale

CARNE VALE CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, mille, mille grazie for translating and beta-ing. If you haven't already, go read her fic. Now! I'll wait... *whistles * *checks watch * Okay. You're back. Now...InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are wonderful, wonderful people for archiving! Readers/Reviewers: *blush * Aw...you make me all bashful. Thanks for reading and reviewing. And I woke up this morning to see my lawn free of ducks and Panzers but now, the Killer Kitties (tm) and their Killer Minions(tm) are composing love-ballads to someone named Rei... The black Kitty is in charge of this campaign and he's ruthless, it seems.



Kitty pressed her palms to her cheeks, feeling the heat there and knowing she was beetroot red. In the end, it had been she that stopped rather than Kurt and somehow, that just made it all the worse, she thought. At first, she had been very pliable to the situation, kissing him back with a febrile intensity that made her knees weak, making her clutch at his shoulders as his tail worked under her skirt, seeking her in single-minded purpose. Kurt had moved to kiss her neck, biting her hard enough to leave a dark, purpling mark that she knew there was no use in trying to hide, for it spread from her jaw line down the tendon, the bruise spreading as testament to his forceful need for her. She had cried out in reaction, making him growl against her eve he he pulled her to the bed, lifting her enough so that he could take her perforce, not having to slow for her to match his pace. Kitty was lost in a haze of lust-addled thoughts and the feeling of Kurt's mouth and hands on her, his tail stroking the inside of her thigh as she writhed against him. No words were discernable in any language as he worked his hand under her top, a rough yank snapping the elastic of her bra, effectively ruining the garment beyond repair but making him grin in feral satisfaction as he cupped her breast, stroking his thumb over the rosy peak as he sought another kiss from her swollen lips. Kitty readily gave in, letting his tongue into her mouth, tangling her fingers desperately in his hair as she parted her legs, cradling his weight between her thighs. Kurt groaned jaggedly, squeezing the fleshy mound in his hand harder than Kitty honestly would have liked but she heard her own answering sigh of pleasure and accepted the touch for what it was-desperate, needy, and somehow what she wanted more than anything at that moment. She was vaguely aware, as if coming out of a deep sleep, that Kurt was hurriedly divesting her of her underwear, the horrid white and blue polyester ones that went under the cheerleading outfit and she was not quite sure if she should wear another pair under. His tail had wrapped itself securely around her leg and was pulling it up, making her bend at the knee, a process he repeated on the other side when Kitty found her limbs to be very unresponsive to her mental commands.
Kurt did not know what he wanted to do first, his mind a muddle of ideas and images that seemed to blur into one giant, flashing neon sign that demanded some relief from the current state of tension below his waist. Seeing Kitty in the doorway had been the straw that broke the camel's back, the last bit of self-restraint he had giving way to a stronger impulse-hormones fueled by his feelings for her, and, he said to himself, the outfit she had on did not help matters any. He had intended to just touch her once, feel her against him and maybe kiss her a little, despite what he had promised, but feeling Kitty against him was more than his nerves could handle. He had to have every single inch of her, posses her and know her and now here she was, sprawled beneath him in erotic disarray, her breasts heaving with each intake of air between the deep kisses he lavished on her. She whimpered softly, thrusting her hips against him and murmuring something that sounded like "please." Kurt pressed a fevered line of kisses down her neck, through the fabric of her top to the brief span of skin exposed before the waistband of her skirt. Kitty stilled expectantly, her muscles quivering under his touch as he contemplated what he was about to do, fluctuating between that and just taking her with all the grace and caring of an animal. Forcing a shred of patience into his actions, Kurt stroked the soft folds before him with shaking fingers, feeling the arousal he caused, the scent of her making him feel drunk with lustful need. He closed his eyes tightly, pressing his face against the pale velvet of her thigh and whispered "I love you, Katzchen," as he probed her petal-like entrance with one careful digit.
Kitty's eyes snapped open at his words. _This is wrong, this is so, so wrong... _ Despite her sudden change of mind, she found her body responding eagerly to his touch, her hips arching and rocking in time with his ministrations. He was kissing the inside of her thigh, biting and sucking the expanse from her knee to the juncture with her hip, leaving what she knew were tiny red marks that would match the one on her neck in color if not size. "Kurt," she said shakily, a hint of panic in her voice. He did not respond with words, simply increased his attentiveness to her center, determined, it seemed, to bring her to climax before her moved on to any other activity. "Baby, please..." Somehow, she could not quite form the word "stop," and she felt guilty for not truly wanting him to. The beginning of the end was subtle, small tremors spiraling like vines from the apex of her thighs, curving into her limbs and abdomen with liquid fire as the pressure built, making her mewl and clutch at the sheets beneath her as she fought to restrain herself, part of her thinking that it would not be such a bad thing they were doing if she did not enjoy it so much. This proved to be her undoing-the harder she fought against it, the harder it fought back in a paradox worthy of Nietzsche.1
Kurt felt a tremor run through him at the feeling of Kitty's release against his fingers, internally contracting around him as she cried his name over and over, one of her legs moving to press against his back as if she could bring him closer. She shuddered as his touch left her and she blinked hazily as she realized he was kneeling, trying with unsure fingers to unfasten his pants. _Maybe, _ she thought, _ it's not wrong. I mean, wouldn't he have stopped if he knew or wanted to? _ Kitty arched her neck, trying to relieve some of the tension building there. Behind her, she saw the corner of Kurt's desk and card propped on the corner, a vibransterster egg superimposed with a gold-colored cross on the front. Her arousal left her in a cold rush. "Kurt," she said again, this time without the thick tones of desire that had colored her voice earlier.
"I'm trying, Liebes," he said, a laugh in his voice. He looked up at her as he finally managed to unfasten the button of his pants and saw her tense posture, her eyes fixed on something beyond her. "Was?"
Silently, she pointed to the card, sitting up and half-turning, pulling her skirt down somewhat shamefully. "We shouldn't..."
Kurt's face slid from arousal to confusion to guilt in a heartbeat. "Mein Gott," he breathed, sitting back on his heels and passing shaking hands through his hair. "I'm sorry, Katzchen."
"Stop it," she said, finding the words that had eluded her moments before. "It's my fault...I shouldn't have come in here...I wanted...I mean, I knew...Damn it!" she cried sharply, covering her face with her hands. She was on her feet and out the door, her undergarment forgotten in her haste as she dashed to her room.
Now, she stood before the mirror contemplating what she had done, what she felt she had made Kurt do. "Fuck!" she swore loudly, both at her thoughts and at the knock on the door.
"Uh, you okay?" Rogue's drawl came through the door. When she got no answer, she announced, "If you're naked when I open this door, I'm throwing you in the lake!"
"I'm decent," Kitty snapped, turning away from her accusing mirror.
Rogue entered tentatively, her eyes carefully downcast just in case she was about to receive a repeat performance of Kurt and Kitty's first night together. "You're alone, right?"
"Very."
The Goth looked up, eyes narrowed at Kitty's self-hating tone. "What happened?" she said suddenly, seeing the mark on Kitty's neck. "Did you get in a fight? And why are you still in that outfit?" She rushed to her friend, deciding to save the complaints about the forced cheerleading for later. "Where did they hit you?"
"No one hit me," she sighed, tilting her head for Rogue to look at the mark.
"Teeth marks," Rogue said, realizing. "Oh. Damn. Kurcidecide to break his Lent deal thing?" Shrugging, she sat on Kitty's bed and said blithely, "About damned time! Thought you two were gonna die of tension before Easter!" She broke off her chatter at the sight of diamond-bright tears standing in Kitty's eyes. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"
"I'm the whore of Babylon!" she cried, flinging herself face-down onto the bed, her head in Rogue's lap.
_Shit _, Rogue thought to herself, stoking Kitty's tangled hair with some confusion. _When Kitty gets Biblical, it's going to be a long night... _


Kurt was almost positive that his hiding place was very nearly perfect. No one-almost no one-ever came down to this basement room, crammed full of Kitty's belongings from the Great Parent Debacle of 2002, as the events of the past months were being called. He wedged himself between a large box that was most likely full of clothes she would never wear again on the grounds they were out of style and a large, lumpy pile that he suspected to be her hidden stash of stuffed animals that she swore she gave to needy children. As perfect as Kurt thought his hiding place was, he realized he was wrong when he heard the tell-tale sniffing. "Herr Logan," he sighed.
"You hiding cause of the phone bill, Elf?" the older man said, stopping directly in front of the teenager. "Gonna be a lot of extra chores for this one..."
"Wieviel ware das?"2 he sighed, not even bothering to switch to English. "Ich wollte nur mit meiner Familie reden."3
Logan felt pity for Kurt. The phone bill was a convenient excuse to come looking for him, Kitty's jagged sobbing and Rogue's soothing "There, there, sugars," drawled in her attempts to calm her friend, told him that something was amiss in Kurtty Land. "Kurt, what's going on with you and Half-Pint?"
"Why do you think something is going on?" he asked sullenly, pressing his face to his knees.
Logan stifled a growl and reached out, grabbing a handful of Kurt's hair and gently but firmly pulling his head up so that they were looking at each other. "Kitty's sobbing all over Rogue, for one. And for another, you stink of sex but I know you two didn't do anything...don't ask how, I just know..." It had actually been a gentle nudge from the Professor that derailed that train of thought. He performed a fast, quick scan of Kitty's mind, just to ascertain what was wrong when Logan had demanded that he do so.
"She's crying? Why? It's all my fault," he said, his voice breaking.
"Why do you say that?" Logan asked neutrally, his protectiveness of Kitty warring with his honest concern for Kurt. "Did you do something to hurt her?"
"Nein! I'm just...I'm a lust-filled cad!" Kurt finally started crying then, feeling double the fool for being witnessed.
"Whoa, there, Errol Flynn. First off, I'm cutting you off the Turner Movie Classics channel until you pick up some new lingo. Second, what, exactly, do you mean by lust-filled cad?"
Kurt seemed to realized belatedly who he was talking to and said "So, I've got school tomorrow. I guess I'd better get to bed!"
Logan pushed him back down when he would stand. "What do you mean by lust-filled cad?"
"Kitty verzeiht dir nie, wenn ich sterbe, weißt du!"4
"I ain't gonna killa ya, Kid. I won't even maim ya...just tell me what's going on!"
Kurt bit his lip and assessed the older man. "Okay, it's like this..." he said, pausing for a very long time. "I can't!" he finally blurted. "I just can't tell you!"
"Tell me this much," he sighed, "will Kitty get over it?"
"I hope so."
"Did you break up?"
"I am not going to dignify that with a reply."
"Of course...Silly me," Logan snorted. "Last question...you coming upstairs?"
"Nein...I need...want...to be alone right now."
Logan stood and nodded, though uneasily. Kurt was not one to take wrongs lightly, especially when he was the one committing them. _He wasn't this upset when Amanda kissed him...what the Hell happened earlier? _ "Storm saved you a plate of dinner. It's in the oven when you want it..."
Kurt nodded. "Bitte, could you tell Beast that I'm going to have to see him tomorrow to get this cast checked? He wanted to put me in a splint tonight if I've healed enough..." He was actually glad for his rapid healing abilities but he took little joy in them at that moment.
Logan, his brows drawn down, nodded again. "Don't stay down here too long, Elf. Don't want the boogey man to get ya..."
Kurt laughed weakly as Logan disappeared into the dim light of the hallway outside the tiny basement room. He was not sure how long he had been down there, only that he knew he could not be trusted to keep his promise. In the past, he thought, he would have been accused of being full of the demons that he so appeared to be. _Samael and Lilith, demons of lust. Maybe I *am * possessed. _ Kurt sighed sadly and made a mark in the dust on the floor with his nail. _I can't be around her. If I can't be trusted with her, then I'll have to confine myself. School, basement, school, basement...that's it! _ He looked at the mark on the floor, slowly and methodically adding twenty more along side, making a neat row of stick soldiers. He smudged one out of existence, erasing that day from his makeshift calendar. "Twenty more to go..."
1 Famous Nietzsche quote-"Gaze long into the abyss and the abyss gazes into you," (or a similar translation, depending on where you look). Wahoo! I get to use my philosophy class but somehow, I don't think this is what the prof had in mind...lol. Basically, it can either refer to a contemplation of the Nothing (NEVERENDING STORY, anyone?) or that which you fear/fight will respond in kind. Anyhoo...time for Nemain to lay off the books.
2 How much is it?
3 I just wanted to talk to my family.
4 Kitty will never forgive you if I die, you know!