Constant Craving

CONSTANT CRAVING CHAPTER FORTY-SIX (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Mad Woman of Plotbunnies, is superlovelywonderful for beta-ing. Even Ted thinks so (I think he's biased, though...lol). Vampyre: Handcuffs? What handcuffs? InterNutter (without whom this Universe would not have been spawned), TC and Maxwell Pink get oodles of praises and thanks for archiving my monstrosities... :) Readers/Reviewers: The end is near! The end is near! (This is where the ducks are supposed to come across wearing sandwich boards and ringing bells, but the platypi have them tied up somewhere and I can't find them...)


Todd knew what was going on around them; he may have been slow he whe was not blind. All around him were the muffled sounds of couples trying to be surreptitious in their affections, pretending to watch the movie Logan had chosen for the evening while really engaging in furtive foreplay. _Everyone except for me an' Rogue... _ He was trying very hard not to be grumpy about it, but he could not help it. Until that morning, Rogue had been relatively touchy feely with him, a casual brush of the arm, a quick squeeze around the waist in the hallway..._She's been ignoring me all dayke ske she's afraid of me or somethin'... _ He slanted his eyes sideways at her and found she was looking back, her eyes wide and dark, staring into his own. "Hi," he said after a startled moment.
"Hey," she whispered back, tightening her fold hands in her lap. She bit her lip briefly, still staring at him. "I'm going to bed. Wait half an hour and come to my room..." she said low, rising with a jaw-cracking yawn. "Night, y'all...this is too much fun for me..." she said to the room at large.
There was a general murmur of good-nights and a remindrom rom Logan that she had a Danger Room session first thing in the morning, but other than that her departure was unremarkable to anyone other than Todd. _This is going to be the longest half-hour of my life... _
True to her word, she was in her room. In bed, in fact. Todd had not even bothered knocking, telling himself that, since he was expected, it would be okay to just walk in. He shut the door quietly and turned to face her, his jaw hitting his chest in surprise. "You...you're..."
"Naked, I believe the word is..." Rogue all but purred, stretching on the bed like a cat. "Took you long enough to get here..."
Todd could only stare. He had to make sure his tongue was not actually lolling out onto the floor. _Damn having the ability for tto ato actually happen... _ He felt himself swaying at the sight of Rogue, totally naked, pale skin against black sheets. Todd had imagined this countless times since he developed his wild fascion ion with Rogue, back when he still lived at the Boardinghouse, each unexpected flash of skin giving him more fuel for his day dreams and more interesting night time activities. "You...ah...whoa."
Rogue could not help the smile that spread across her features. She had been testing all day, checking levels of hormones and her temperature like it was going out of style. During the movie, she had made several small brushes against Todd with her exposed elbow but he had not noticed and she did not feel the pull of her mutation, so she seized the opportunity. "Are you going to join me or just stare?"
Todd was never sure if he walked or leapt across the room, only that he was there and she was before him, long and lithe and staring at him with hungry eyes. He had never felt the surge of desire that her open wanting triggered in him, not even during their one and only lovemaking session. Then, it had been needy, fast, desperate, two people seeking what the other could offer and demanding much in return. Now, Rogue was offering herself to him like a sacrifice and he could only stare. "I'm dizzy," he muttered stupidly.
She shifted and rose to her knees, her smile diminishing to a grin. "You ain't got no blood left in your skull, babe..." she murmured, twining her arms around his neck. "I don't know how long this is gonna last...we best make use of it, huh?" She was only mildly surprised at the sudden movement that statement inspired in Todd. He was kissing her frantically, laving her mouth with his tongue, drinking from her like she was an oasis in the desert. Rogue fumbled briefly with his shirt and finally managed to shove the tattered flannel off his arms and onto the floor with only a few buttons sent flying. His pants were only marginally more difficult to remove, eliciting a wince as she tugged a little too hard over certain sensitive areas. To his credit, he did not make a sound but merely kissed her harder, mashing her lips against her teeth in his enthusiasm. Rogue was vaguely aware of him fumbling for something in his pocket before the pants hit the floor and the sound of a foil packet being torn open. The whole thing struck her then as strangely intimate rather than necessary, the fact he carried the condom with him and that he was actually thinking enough of her and of his future with her to be using it. She sighed and he finally came up for air, eyes glazed with lust and passion. "Now," she gasped. Todd nodded and pushed her back onto the bed, falling with her and capturing one hardened nipple in his teeth as he settled between her thighs.
Todd movimoving instinctually, hands squeezing and caressing, lips following fingers to send shivers along Rogue's skin. Her moist entrance was pressing against his stiff member, begging him to press in, to fill her. With a stifled groan, Todd slid into her a little at a time, Rogue's soft cries for more threatening an end to what little control he had left. "Rogue...Marie...this won't last long if you keep doing that," he gasped as she thrust against him.
"Just...want you..." she panted, her eyes squeezed shut against the almost painful, sparkling feeling coursing through her body. She thrust upwards with her hips again as she clutched at his shoulders, biting deep with her nails. Todd let out a hoarse cry as he slid all the way into her, her heat engulfing him and setting his blood boiling. They dissolved into one being then, grasping and pushing against each other, words no longer discernable from groans and cries of pleasure. Rogue went first, Todd hitting her sensitive bundle of nerves with each downward thrust driving her over the edge. Her legs locked around his waist and her nails again bit into his back as she tossed her head and bit back the rising scream of release, forcing it to come out as a low moan as she opened her eyes to see Todd staring down at her.
She shuddered around him and Todd felt like he was flying. His arms could no longer support him and her breasts pressed against him as he collapsed, still grinding into her even as his body gave up his seed, his voice a low murmchanchanting her name as a litany to whatever gods had blessed him. They lay in a sweaty heap, tangled limbs and hair, sticking as their flesh cooled. After what seemed like forever, Rogue whispered, "I'd better move...just in case."
Todd nodded and shifted so that Rogue could get up. She came back with a towel and he accepted gratefully, cleaning up as best he could and disposing of the evidence in her bedside trashcan. Rogue had put her robe on and was toying with the tie as she stared at him, driving him to ask what was wrong. "Nothing...just looking," she said. Todd could only smile. Just looking was fine with him.

"Are you sure they'll be okay there?"
"Jamie and Rahne will be fine...they have blankets and Logan made sure the window was shut...it'd be a shame to wake them up just to tell them to go to bed, Katzchen," Kurt murmured. They were lying on her bed, the movie long over and the other mutants ostensibly in their own rooms but only a fool would have believed that. Katja, Anja and Erika were all piled onto the air mattress where they had gathered to play in Kitty's make up while Kurt and Kitty talked. Now, the room was dark and the girls were asleep, tubes of lipstick and boxes of powder shoved haphazardly back into their kits with Kitty making a mental note to fix it in the morning. Kurt's murmur broke her comfortable doze, "Want to tell me what's going on with you and Tabby?"
"Not really...it's more a private thing, babe." Kitty nuzzled his neck. "Just know everything is gonna be pretty much back to normal soon..."
"What do you mean, back to normal?" Kurt absently stroked her hair, twisting sections of it around his fingers as he stared at the glow-in-the-dark stars she had stuck on the ceiling when she first moved into the room.
"Tabby's going to be gone soon...no more Boom Boom," Kitty said sleepily.
"Todd and Lance staying?"
"Yeah...you're not gonna get all huffy are you? I thought you guys were getting along!" Kitty was coming awake now, her voiceged ged with a whine indicative of concern.
"Shhh, Liebes...We _are _ getting along...I was just wondering." Kitty settled back against his side and Kurt sighed. He had been hoping that he and Kitty would have had the chance to be alone after the movies, her tail-play having made him hard to the point of pain, necessitating him 'porting to his room to gather his wits before joining the girls in Kitty's room.
"Good..." she murmured, her breath moving the fur on his neck in a teasing motion. "I'd hate to have to tickle you to make you stop being an ass..."
Kurt snorted. "Tickle me? Well, then...I feel a distinct need to be a total ass about something then..."
Kitty rose to the occasion and tickled him lightly on his ribs, his giggles muffled in her neck as she struggled to sit up and gain better puse ase against his skin with her fingertips. Kurt grabbed her wrists and held her to his side, her fingers barely grazing his skin as they stifled laughter and wriggled on the bed, an impromptu tickle-fight threatening to awaken his sisters. "Kurt! Stop," Kitty breathed. "Lemme rest a sec..." Kurt loosened his grip and Kitty grinned. "Sucker!" she whispered as she dove at him again, rolling him so that she was on top. Her fingers tangled in his hair seemingly of their own accord and he stopped giggling, panting instead as he looked up at her. Kitty's breathing slowed but remained heavy as she became acutely aware of their position. "Um..."
Kurt swallowed hard and took both her wrists in one hand. "Katzchen, I'd better get to bed...this is going too far for now." He lacked the convictif hif his words, though, and merely held her there, gazing up at her with a combination of longing and love.
She sighed and rolled off of him, making no move to break his hold on her wrists. "I'll be good...just stay and talk for a whi We We haven't really had a chance to talk in days..."
Kurt sighed and turned on his side to face her, Kitty's wide eyes nearly black in the semi-dark room. Katja's soft snoring was the only sound other than their breathing for several minutes as they just looked at each other, comfortable in the silence. Kurt was the first to break it. "Schatz, I don't know what's going on, but Erika let it slip that you all cooked up some plan to get Tabby out of here..."
"It's nothing dangerous or stupid..." she sighed. She wanted to be mad at Erika but she could not force it. _If I had a brother, I'd spill it to him, too, probably. _ "I just...I know how to help her and I'm able to do it, so I'm going to. Your sisters just helped me notice that I had that option to give."
"And what option would that be?" he murmured, worried that Kitty was getting in over her head.
"Please, Kurt, don't make me tell you." Kitty tugged gently for him to release her wrists and when he did, she turned her back to him, pressing against his torso in an unspoken request for an embrace. She wiggled against him, getting comfortable against his heat as he drew her close. "I don't want to keep it from you, but it's just going to be easier on all of us if not even your sisters know the extent of things..."
"Why?" He brushed his lips against her ear, unable to withstand the temptation of her skin so close to his mouth. "You can tell me."
"It's not that I _can't _ , babe, but I _won't _ , at least not until she's gone." Kitty ran her fingers over the top of his hand where it rested against her stomach, her toes streng tng to toy with his, teasing his ankles before straining to reach his tridactyl feet.
"Why are you protecting her now? You can't stand her..." He nuzzled her hair aside and planted small kisses on the back of her neck, darting his tongue out every few kisses to leave a damp trail across her skin.
Kitty closed her eyes against his onslaught, mindful of his sisters and his earlier hesitation. "Sweetie," she managed thickly, seeing as how he was still kissing the sensitive skin on her neck, "I admit that I don't like her, but I can give her something that she's never had before."
"Oh?" he murmured, drawing back slightly. "I'm not sure I want to know."
"She has never felt that anyone gave a damn whether she lived or died. I may not like her, but I do care. She's human, just like us. She's a mutant, just like us. That child she is carrying never did anything wrong and deserves whatever chance the world can give it to survive. I'm lucky-despite all the hideousness with my family, I still feel loved. I still feel wanted and I know that, no matter what happens down the road, I'll always have someone who'll support me." She gave his arm a squeeze and felt him return it, burying his face in her hair. "I just don't think even she deserves to be abandoned. I can't fix all her problems but I can make her way easier. Yaya's death has to be for something..." her last words trailed off in a bare whisper.
Kurt inhaled deeply of the scent of her hair, strawberries and cream and the scent of her skin mingling to tease his senses. Her mention of her grandmother, though, set off a bell in his head. "Katzchen, you're not using your inheritance to help Tabby, are you?"
"Well...not all of it. And I'm not gonna tell you how so don't ask!" she hurried to add, biting her lip, fearing she revealed too much.
"Kitty, I know we have differopinopinions on some issues, but I can't let you give her money to end her pregnancy!"
She stiffened in his arms and said coolly, "Kurt, I would no knowingly give her money to do that. You should know be better. And if you asked me, which you didn't, I don't think she's going to have an abortion. She could have found a way by now, she would have scrounged or stolen the money or worse..." She shuddered, remembering a horrific tale her grandmother had told her of an old friend who attempted a coat hanger abortion only to die, bleeding on a dirty bathroom floor.1
"You're too trusting, Schatz," he murmured, moving his hand down her stomach to rest over her navel. "For all you know, she's going to take your money and run."
She shook her head, pressing back against him and feeling his growing erection against the swell of her buttocks. "She can't," she breathed, "I fixed it so she can't."
"But what about your plans for college? I thought you were going to use the money for school..." Kurt ground gently against her, pressing his quickly rising member against the softness of her backside.
"I have more than enough for that, baby." _I just have to scale back my wedding plans a bit...oh, well. We're too young to really plan it now anyway. _ "Don't worry about money...The Professor has most of it set in a trust for me ancan'can't touch it even if I wanted to, not until I'm out of high school."
Kurt murmured ascent and nippt tht the skin where her shoulder met her neck. "Katzchen, I have to admit...I'm getting quite distracted here." His hand slid further down her stomach and toyed with the ties of her pajama pants.
Kitty gulped and soldiered bravely on. "I can't give Tabby the love she needs, but I can help make it possible for her to give her child what she missed...some form of home life, some form of stability..."
"Kitty," he sighed, slipping his hand inside her nightclothes, "I love you very much, but I have to doubt the long term effects of this plan..."
"You...oh!...you don't even know the plan!" she said, tensing as his thick fingers brushed the curls at the apex of her thighs.
"Still not going to tell me?" he whispered, his breath sending chills down her spine as it brushed against her ear.
"N...no....can't..." she murmured, one hand clutching at the pillow under her head and the other moving to caress the side of Kurt's face, resting against hers as it was. Kurt rubbed his cheek against hers and pressed his groin against her again, sliding his hand to stroked the dampness between her legs. "Your sisters..."
"We can be quiet," he said softly, his voice low and almost rough. "We can be still..." Kitty felt a thrill of excitement, the prospect of getting caught adding a new dimension to Kurt's attentiveness. He began whispering in her ear, mostly nonsense phrases, endearments and sweet words that meant nothing to anyone else but them, promising her pleasure and asking none in rn orn other than to feel her release as he teased her folds. "I watch you all day, you know...I can't keep my eyes off of yohow how your neck curves, the way you move when you think no one is watching, the way you crinkle your eyes when you smile...I could worship you, Schatz, worship you with my eyes and words and never touch you...I could be happy if you just let me adore you and worship you."
Kitty felt hot all over and it wasn't all from the gentle plundering of his fingers. "Kurt...you don't have to talk like that to me...you have me..."
"I mean it, Katzchen... " he whispered, letting one finger press into her depths and earning her soft gasp in response. "You are so full of love and light that it scares me sometimes...You can't even hate those who've wronged you so badly. You forgive them...you forgave Lance, you forgave yoamilamily...you're forgiving Tabby..." Kurt sighed and slid one digit all the way into her wet entrance.
"God, Kurt," she moaned softly. "Please don't stop..." she sighed, parting her thighs to allow him better access. Kurt bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as Kitty ground against him again, the dampness spreading across the front of his own pajama bottoms as he strained not to tumbled her then and there. His sisters continued making night-noises so Kurt did not stop what he was doing. Kitty clutched at his arm and whimpered as he stroked her most sensitive spot, still moving one finger with in her. He felt her tense around his digit and his own arousal became painfully hard, his hips pushing against her bottom even as she ground against him, her nails tickling his fur and her internal muscles clenching and relaxing, moisture flooding onto his hand as his pace grew more frantic. Kitty turned and buried her face in the pillow, stifling her moans and mewls of pleasure as she rode Kurt's hand, his slow but steady pressing against her backside increasing in pressure until she felt him tense and growl into the back of her neck She felt the warmth of his release seep through both of their clothes as the last tremors of her orgasm trickled through her body, Kurt's hand still moving against her, but slower now, not to arouse but to love with his touch.
He did not feel like getting up, despite the mess that he knew must be cleaned from his fur and clothing. Kitty was melting against his chest, her body boneless with the relaxation that comes after climax, her breath slowing in such a way that he knew she was dozing off. He stopped stroking her sex and merely resting his hand on her lower abdomen, drinking in the sensations that being with Kitty produced, the scent of their arousal deep in his mind. _Mein Liebes... she thinks she can save everyone with enough love. This time, I hope she's right... _

A/N Next chapter, everyone gets laid! Wahoo! ;)

1 Before abortions were legal in most states, women would sometimes try to perform home abortions or even dose themselves with abortificant teas that would do more harm than good. The story mention is actually one my grandmother told me.