Sins of the Father

Sins of the Father Chapter Forty Two (NC-17)
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"What's going on?" Paige asked trepidatiously as they entered the kitchen from the mudroom. "Why are you all lookin' like that?"
The kitchen was crowded with more people than could possibly pass fire code. It seemed that every person who had not been otherwise engaged was crammed in there, including the usually reclusive Jono. He pushed his way through a knot of new students and nodded greeting to Kurt and Sam, ignoring the narrowed gaze his ersatz girlfriend's brother was giving him. _* Professor Xavier and Jean have got some sort of sign about Remy and Ernie. * _ He took her shoulders under his grasp and added, _* Logan and Forge are going to find them. * _ He decided not to add the information that several of their friends were also AWOL at that time. _Knowing Kitty, _ he thought, _She'd be out the door before I could finish the sentence. _
Kitty's mouth was open in an O of surprise as she sagged against Kurt. Sam just looked stunned, his eyes wide and lips parted in amazement. Paige stared at Jono in disbelief, then the crowd in the kitchen behind him. It was Kurt who finally spoke. "How?" he asked simply. "When? We were just at the site..."
"It's the damnedest thing," St John announced, appearing suddenly at Jono's elbow. "He says he just found them on Cerebro like nothing."
Jono rolled his eyes. _* And if you believe that, I have a bridge to sell you. * _ He let go of Paige's arms and eyed Sam warily. _* You okay, mate? You look gobsmacked. * _
Sam snorted, his expression becoming something close to normal. "Course I am, twit. You ain't?"
Jono exuded an air of superiority as he straightened out of his customary slouch. _*I don't GET gobsmacked. * _
Kitty shook herself slightly. "I think I need to go lay down... I need to...to process this. Alive? Wow..." She looked up at Kurt with slightly rounded eyes. "Can you...um...you know?"
He nodded. "Of course, Liebes," he responded instantly, pulling her arms around his neck and disappearing in a puff of sulfurous smoke.
Sam's jaw set. "I know you're not telling us everything, Jono. What's going on?"
He sighed inwardly. _* Jean had some sort of a meltdown in front of Jamie and Scott. From what I picked up, Rahne's missing and so are Tabby, Wanda and Lucas. * _
"What...what?" Paige was trying to process everything and failing. "Where did they go?"
"Sis, if they're missing, we don't KNOW where they went," Sam said patiently. "What do you mean Jean had a meltdown?"
Jono shrugged. _* Not sure, mate. Just know what I've overheard and that's not a whole bloody lot. I just came out of my room to find this whole place in turmoil because Jean was thrashing and screaming on the floor and the Professor was saying he had tracked Remy and Ernie down and they were alive. * __
Banshee's voice, loud to the point of being a threat, considering his mutation, boomed over the group. "Everyone, get to your rooms now! There's a week of school left for most of you! Study for finals!"
The younger, newer students dispersed quickly but Jono, Paige, St John, and Sam lingered, trailing the group. As they passed Banshee, Paige paused and asked, "Is it true? Are they alive?"
Banshee nodded curtly. "Now get to your room. Stay there until we say to come out."
Sam felt his brows creep up but he ushered his sister from the room. "That's sort of...weird."
St John nodded. "So...Wanna pull a Hardy Boys and figure out the Mystery of the Lying Adults?"1
Jono chuckled hollowly. _* You had to ask? _*

Kitty went immediately to her bed, kicking off her shoes and lying down on her side, facing away from Kurt. He followed slowly, his own shoes coming off and the holo as well as he climbed into bed next to her, tentatively laying a hand on her hip as he scooted closer, waiting to see her reaction just in case she preferred to be alone. She did not seem to object to his presence so he pressed against her affectionately, his hand slipping down to her stomach to pull her tight against him. "It's a miracle," he breathed, "that they live."
She seemed to tense for a moment but responded "I'm not sure it's a miracle but I'll agree it might be an act of god."
He caught the lower case. "Katzchen?" She was tense then, he knew. He could feel it in her muscles as she tried to maintain a normal posture. "What's wrong? Aren't you happy?" He squeezed her in a half-hug. "Aren't you glad they're alive?"
"Of course I am," she replied indignantly, softening as she sighed. "I'm sorry. It's just..." She shifted and turned, the awkward movement jostling the bed until she was facing him on her side. Her face mere inches from his, she asked "Kurt, do you talk to God?"
"Well, ja. Of course." He looked stunned that she would even ask. "All the time."
"Is it the same god every time?" she asked after moment's pause. "I mean...does He look the same, sound the same?"
"I really don't know," he admitted. "It's God. Kitty, is something the matter?"
"Other than the obvious?" she asked mournfully. With a sigh, she brought her hand up to his cheek and guided his face down to hers. Brushing her lips across his gently, she murmured, "I do love you..."
"Me, too." He did not pull away but did not move to deepen the embrace. "You should get some rest. You've had a day of shocks and stress..."
"Stay," she replied, pulling him down to her again, this time flicking her tongue out to sample his lower lip. She nipped him slightly, making him part for her as he drew a breath of surprise at the brief sting of pain followed by the warmth of her tongue. Kitty tried not to think about Shiva's ominous declaration for her evening as she slid her thigh across his, pushing against him until he rolled onto his back.
"Liebes," he breathed, breaking the kiss and pushing her away slightly. "Is this the right time?" His hands were rubbing her thighs and hips almost absent mindedly as she began unfastening the buttons on her shirt. "You're very stressed."
"I love you," she repeated. "If you want to stop, say so and we will. It's okay." She paused with her hand on the last button, her bra showing dark pink against pale, creamy flesh as her shirt parted to slide off her shoulders.
Kurt stared up at her, his mind whirling. _Remy's okay. We're okay... Everyone is alive and almost safe... _ "It's fine, Liebes. "
"Celebration of life and all that," she smiled briefly, shrugging her shirt the rest of the way off. She leaned forward as Kurt's hands slid up her thighs to her hips then her bare waist and ribs, his fingers hooking under the cups of her bra to expose the creamy mounds of flesh with the turgid, rosy peaks.
He leaned up as she moved towards him, capturing one nipple to suckle as she sighed, bracing herself against him. In a smooth movement, he pulled her against him and turned so that she was on her back and he was cradled between her thighs, her gasp of surprise and amusement pushing her breast against his seeking lips. He flicked his tongue against the tender flesh as his free hand began working the button and zipper of his jeans. Kitty's clothes were far more easily removed, a simply tug and toss as she phased for him briefly baring her body to his near hungry gaze. He drew back to look down at her, the slight flush rising across her breast to her throat, the smooth plane of her belly curving into waist and hip and thigh, her sex already slickening with desire for him. Kurt sighed and lowered himself again, kissing the space between her breasts as she seemed to relax into the bed. She tasted slightly salty, like she had been sweating, he thought, and sweet like sugar and clean skin as he trailed a lint of tiny kisses down her ribs. Her breathing became rapid as his tongue darted out to trace intricate, random patterns across her smooth stomach, her hips pushing against him slightly in silent entreaty. Kurt's own arousal was nearly painful, his body begging for release and the feeling of her sex around him, wet and soft and grasping, but he forced himself to be patient a while longer. He could smell her like perfume as he move down her body, the curls cover her center damp with desire as he paused just a moment more, glancing up at her to see her eyes squeezed closed and her lips parted as she inhaled a long, shuddering breath. His tail wrapped around her leg to trace lines and patterns on her sensitive ankle as he lowered his head between her thighs.
The tentative first touch of his tongue on her femininity made her gasp, her body arching to open herself to him. She clutched the pillow beneath her head as he drew gently on the pearl of her desire, his tongue flicking hard across it to make her squirm and choke back a moan as he added to the tantalizing eroticism by slipping one finger into her depths. She knew she would not be much longer so regretfully pushed him away. "Now, Kurt," she breathed, the words sound more like a demand than a request.
Kurt kissed her one last time at the apex of her thighs, sending a shudder through Kitty's body as his lips grazed her arousal. He licked the taste of her from his lips as he moved back up her body to brace himself above her, not wanting to rest his full weight against her. She tilted her chin, asking silently for a kiss. After a moment's pause, he bent his head to acquiesce as her legs moved to wrap around his waist. Kurt groaned as her tongue slid over his, tasting herself on him as she arched her hips against him again. He pressed against her carefully, feeling her sex open for him as he entered her. Her legs tightened around him and she moaned softly into the kiss, her hands coming to his lower back and finding the spot at the base of his tail that seemed wired directly to the more primitive instincts of his back brain. Kurt growled unwittingly as she began massaging and lightly scratching the slight indentation there, her body moving against his as he worked within her. He could feel her internal muscles squeezing his sex as she started mewling quietly, her thrusts becoming sharper and more erratic.
Kitty felt her climax overtake her in a long, slow roll. She arched her hips as she tightened her legs around him, binding him to her as she gasped for breath. She felt like melting and fire all at once, her body responding to his in a way she could not and did not want to control. The feeling of his fur sliding against her sensitized flesh made her shudder and climax again in short order before the first lovely melting feeling had even ended. Her fingers pressed and kneaded against his tail nearly frantically as she sought to give him the same release he had given her, her pleasure almost to the point of pain as she finally heard him groan against her neck, his release imminent. She felt him fill her, thrusting long and hard into her core as he bit her shoulder sharply, muffling his cries as she stifled her own noise of pleasure. Kitty did not release her hold on him until he murmured 'bitte,' and then only reluctantly.
Kurt did not move from her but just rested his head on her chest, feeling the slowing rise and fall of her breath and her pounding pulse as her fingers tangled lazily in his hair. "Everything is going to be okay," he murmured against her.
"No," she sighed. "It really isn't... Kurt, promise me something... Even if you think I'm crazy, don't leave me."
"Was?"
"Just promise me."
"Uh...okay." He looked up at her with growing concern. "Liebes, if you have a problem, tell me. Please?"
Kitty smiled sadly. "Sweetie, I don't think I really know how to explain it."
1 All those Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew/Bobbsy Twins/Tom Swift books had titles like that. "The Mystery of the blah blah blah..."