Carne Vale

CARNE VALE CHAPTER FORTY NINE (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, I'm missing my marshmallow cream and peanut butter...check Kristen and Luca's breath for fluffernutter sandwiches! InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink make dance around like one of those mushrooms on FANTASIA because they archive. :) Readers/Reviewers: The Killer Kitties (tm) and their Killer Minions(tm) have gone underground again. Literally. They seem to have made a series of interconnecting tunnels that spread for who knows how far...if I were you, I'd watch my toes...

Jean wrinkled her nose at the smell of wet, dirt socks, stale pizza and what seemed to be bug spray that permeated every square inch of the Bing ing House. It was just before one in the morning and she and Scott were skulking, for lack of a better word. Kurt, Kitty, Remy and Jubilee had been hard to shake, wanting to go out to dinner then, at Jubilee's suggestion, some all-ages club afterwards. Jean could tell Kurt really was not interested, nor was Remy, but Kitty wanted to dance and neither male wanted to disappoint their girlfriends. Luckily, Scott had managed to pull off a convincing stomach ache and had Kurt drop him and Jean off at the mansion. "Besides," Kitty had said cheerily, looking giddy for the first time in weeks, "I'm not going to a club in this outfit!"
She had changed in record time. Jean barely had a chance to pretend to get Scott Alka Seltzer before the other girl came bounding down the stairs, wearing something almost indecent with the amount of cleavage it showed. Kurt was torn between gaping and ordering her to change clothes. Remy had elbowed the slighter teenager and said "Jus' be glad she wit you, eh? Dey can look at her, mais she ain't goin' home wit dem, is she?"
Kurt nodded reluctantly. "Here, Liebes," he said after a pause. "Take your sweater just in case." Kitty knew what he was on about but took it anyway with a sigh and a quick kiss on his cheek.
Jean went followed them to the door and, after several complaints from Scott and some pat assurances from her, they left in search of somewhere to eat that was open late before going dancing. "They gone?" Scott asked, all traces of discomfort gone from his voice.
"Yep. Let's go..."
That was almost two hours ago and now, Jean found herself tapping the wall in the Boardinghouse's den, checking for some sort of hidden door. Scott had checked and there was no one else in the house, not even Fred, the immovable Blob, was present, which was a little surprising. _Hell, it's Friday night. Maybe he has a life... _
_*Anything? _ * Scott asked, startling her slightly.
_*Nothing...wall seems solid. _ *
_*There's traces of plaster all over the place in Pietro's room...Jean, if no one else is here, why are we talking like this? * _
Because I don't want to shout.
"Turn around then," he said, coming into the room from the front hall. He was holding a plastic-wrapped package in front of him as if it were a dangerous animal in a rickety cage.
"What's that?"
"Not sure...he has 'em stacked ten deep in his closet. Speaking of closets..." Scott set the package down on a scarred wooden end table and pulled a scrap of stained fabric from his pocket. "I found this in the master bedroom. It was on the floor plain as day...Is this blood?"
Jean made a face. "Probably...anything else up there? The Professor said that's where Kurt first saw the guy with the Star Wars fixation...1"
"Nothing...the bebeenbeen stripped, the dresser drawers are all pulled out like someone was looking for something, and the closet, aside from the dust and this piece of fabric, was clean as a whistle." Scott tucked the fabric away and indicated the package. "Should we open it?"
"Not here...we have no idea what Pietro's up to. Let's take it back and have Beast x-ray it. Cecilia leaves tomorrow-well, later today-and he'll need something to keep him from moping," she said, grinning slightly.
Scott rolled his eyes. "I don't like thinking about him having any sort of sexual relationship with anyone," he said, moving past Jean and towards the kitchen. "I can't look at the man if I picture him in the throes of furry passion."
"Why are you picturing Beast in the throes of passion?" Jean asked dryly, resuming her examination of the wall. "Ew." Her fingers passed through a spongy portion of the wall, plaster falling away at her touch. "Scott, come look at this."
The spot was high up on the wall, above Kitty and Kurt's reach, a section of the wall that was still drying after being replastered. Scott put his hand over Jean's and pressed. "I think we found out how Wanda got into the wall..."
"And why Pietro hassterster all over his room. He probably mixed it there." Jean stood on her toes and proceeded to widen the hole in the wall. Scott joined her and soon, they had pulled open a hole three feet across and running from floor to ceiling, between two of the support beams. "Most of it is still damp inside...this top part was a bit thicker, like he wanted to use it all up or something."
Scott peered down into the space, which was about two feet wide inside, large enough for a person to stand but not sit or turn around. "Why didn't Wanda just kick the wall down? It wasn't exactly made of steel..."
"Maybe she was weak. She looked pretty bad, from what Kitty said. Like she'd been beat up." Jean joined Scott, leaning close. "Looks like there's about six inches of floorboard to stand on...then a hole down to the basement."
"This place has always been drafty..." Scott looked at the den behind them, then back at the hole. "I think we've found all we need to. Let's get out of here and get this back to Beast."
Jean nodded. "Think the others are back yet?"
"If there's dancing, there's no way Kitty and Jubes are going to leave until the club closes..."
They let thlveslves out the way they had come in, unaware of the yellow eyes that followed them from the dark of thont ont hall.


Kurt sighed forlornly at Kitty's sweater, currently draped across the chair next to him. The girl that should have beenit wit was on the dance floor with Jubilee, both performing a series of seemingly random gyrations that, in any other setting, would have been cause for the administration of anticonvulsants. "Ya know," Remy's voice boomed in his ear, teadtead a'starin' at the fille, ya could be dancin' wid her..."
"Too many people," Kurt said.
"Don' be stupid." Remy had somehow procured a beer despite his lack of ID and was nursing it as he spoke. "I seen ya in dance wid her 'fore wid mo' people den dis on de flo'. What's up?"
Kurt glanced over at the two girls dancing, now doing something that seemed to require the absence of bones, and turned back to Remy. "At the movies, some things happened and I'm not sure where to go from here."
Remy raised a brow. "It been dat long?"
Rolling his eyes, Kurt snapped, "No, it hasn't been that long! I just think maybe she doesn't think I'm serious about being okay with sleeping together again."
"Kurt, lemme tell ya somethin'," Remy said sternly, leaning towards his friend so as not to be overheard as the girls returned from the dance floor. "You my friend, eh? I respec' ya an' I trus' ya, mais if you keep up dis whinin' an' whingin' I'm gonna smack ya."
Kurt managed an indignant huff before Kitty and Jubilee took their seats, panting and sweating and red in the face. "Good time, Liebes?" he asked with a smile, turning his back on Remy's pointed look.
"Mucho. Sip?" she asked, reaching for his soda before he answered. "Ew...Kurt, it's flat!"
Remy jumped into the conversation. "He were so busy watchin' you dance he didn' drink it...he jus' tellin' me dat he would love ta dance wid ya..."
"Really?" Kitty said, standing and taking Kurt's wrist. "I love this song! Come on!"
Kurt managed to shoot Remy a look that bespoke certain death should he ever find the Cajun alone in a dark alley and let Kitty drag him through the crowd to a relatively dark and uncrowded corner of the dance floor. Kitty flung herself into the music without hesitation, her eyes closed and face tilted towards the lights. The song was moderately fast but still slow enough that people could get away with practically having sex on the dance floor without drawing too much attention. Kurt tried to keep up with her but he was too bust trying to avoid the flailing arm of the couple nearest them to do much good. "Katzchen," he said loudly after a few minutes, "we need to move!"
Kitty opened one eye and saw Kurt's problem; the female half of the couple nearest them, a girl with 0-gauges in her ears and something that looked like a bolt through her nose2 was doing her version of an African tribal dance but with more arm-movements than absolutely necessary. Kitty frowned at her but took Kurt by the arm again and moved to the opposite corner, near a bank of booths that were, miraculously, sparsely populated. One couple sat at the furthest one, near the bathroom, and a kid who looked like he had found the herbal X was tweaking in the middle booth, but other than that, there was about three feet of space on all sides. "Better?" she asked. The volume of the music was somewhat muffled by the booths and the density of bodies between them and the DJ booth so they did not have to speak so loudly.
"Ja, much better..." He finally started dancing with her, though somewhat awkwardly. "How can you stand this music?"
"Same way you stand Techno... I like it so ner!" Kitty pulled him closer. "n't n't bite...right now."
Kurt felt his eyes widen. "Katzchen!"
"What? I can flirt with you....you're my boyfriend!" She grinned at his mildly shocked expression and turned her back to him, pressing up against him. "Loosen up, sweetie! Move your hips a little...you look like you're getting electrocuted when you just move your arms!" Reaching behind her, she grabbed Kurt's hands and put them on her t. t. "I've seen you dance...don't act shy!"
"Dance, yes; dry hump in public, no!" His protest, however, was empty, as he fell to with enthusiasm bespeaking their earlier activities. Compared with some of the other antics going on around them, Kurt and Kitty went unnoticed. Even Remy, he saw, was getting into the moment with Jubilee. "I think we're going to need to hose them down before the ride home," Kurt said in Kitty's ear, pointing to their friends.
She followed the direction of his finger and giggled as she saw them. "I don't think her feet are on the ground," she said, turning to be heard and brushing against Kurt's jaw in the process. They both paused mid-grind, the incipient anticipation born earlier at the movies surging anew, and with a vengeance. "Um, want a drink?"
"Nein..." he said, not letting her turn to face him. He held tightly to her hips and bent to capture her lips with his. "I want you."
_He's been into Rogue's stash of romance novels to find that line...Well, it worked, didn't it? Quit complaining... _ Kitty felt her heart start racing as her eyes fluttered closed, one hand reaching up to grasp the back of Kurt's neck as he moved against her, to all outwards appearances dancingh heh her but she knew better. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, hear his breathing grow faster and heavier as his fingers dug into her hips and his fangs nipped her lower lip. She groaned softly and pulled away from his kiss. "I need to sit down...I can't feel my knees."
Kurt only vaguely realized they were sliding into one of the empty booths, Kitty sliding into the curved seat until she was in the shadows. He followed and sat as close to her as humanly possible, immediately dipping his head to nibble on her neck, one hand going to her stomach and pushing her shirt up to reveal the pale skin of her abdomen. Kitty's fingers curled into fists on the tabletop; her body had still been tingling from earlier and now it felt like it was about to burst into flames. _Seems like tonight's my night for public indecency. _ Kurt had found the tiny spot at the juncture of her neck and shoulder where, if he licked it just so, he could make hquirquirm in near-agony. "You," she said breathlessly, "are the meanest boyfriend _ever!" _
He chuckled against her skin, guiding her hand to the source of his own discomfort, jumping slightly when she reflexively squeezed. "Would you like for me to be nicer then?" he purred against her skin. "Here?"
"I don't caherehere we are..."
"Do you believe me that I'm ready to give up my Lenten promise?"
"Kurt..." she said on a moan, her fingers trying to work open his zipper as he suckled on her earlobe. "You want to know something interesting about wearing tight skirts?"
"What's that?"
"When I wear them, I don't wear underwear." It was a tiny lie...she usually did but this time, in her rush, was unable to find the pair that would not give her visible panty lines. She had not expected that it would be serendipitous.
Kurt's fumblings with her skirt became nearly frantic as they shifted and arranged themselves so that they could not be seen readily. To the casual observer, it looked like she was sitting on his lap and they were watching the crowd on the dance floor. The truth was, though, that a mummers parade could have gone through followed by Logan and the Professor in full Rocky Horror drag and they would not have noticed. Kurt found quickly that there was one flaw in their hurried plan-it was all but impossible to consummate their desires in the position they were in.
Kitty gasped as she felt his length pressing against her folds, teasing the desperate bud of nerves there but not entering her. Kurt was trying to adjust her on his lap so that he could gain entry, but only succeeding in driving himself half crazy with the feeling of her rubbing against him, her heat and wetness teasing him with what he could not quite attain. She leaned forward slightly and was moderately relieved when the very tip of his arousal slid within her as she moved against him. Kurt threw caution to the wind and began rubbing one of her nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse, teasing it to erectness as she hitched her breath in muted pleasure. She could feel the build-up growing stronger, the release immanent, easier to attain than the first one earlier because she was already so wanting and needing for him. Kurt fought to keep his own release under control-he told himself repeatedly that he wanted to be inside her, to feel her around him when it happened, the play of her body against his and the knowledge that she could tell just what she was doing to him, how she was making him feel...That line of thought was his downfall as Kitty arched her back, pushing her breast into his hand as she ground against him, her warmth flooding onto his arousal as she bit her lip, his name caught as a cry in her throat. She rocked against him with a hunger he knew painfully well, climax wracking her body as she clutched at the table and tried not to pant for air, mindful of all the people around them which, to her consternation, only made things worse.
Kurt grabbed her hips to stop her from moving as he felt his own burgeoning release. _This is going to be messy enough as it is... _ To make matters even more vexing, he saw Remy and Jubilee weaving towards them through the crowd. Kurt buried his face against the fall of hair on Kitty's back from her ponytail, drinking in the scent of her sweat mixed with his, her soap and perfume and the fabric softener on her shirt from the laundry that morning. He bit her to keep from crying out as he felt the pressure in his lower belly release against her, a spasm of embarrassed relief spurting between them as he groaned.
The sandy lassitude that usually stole through his veins after orgasm was missing this time as Kitty remained pressed against them, her femininity exposed to his member though hidden by their clothes as Remy and Jubilee scooted into the booth on either side of them. "Dude," Jubilee breathed, winded from dancing, "you guys are missing it! Come on!"
Remy saw the panicked look on his friends' faces and, a quick glance at Kitty's white knuckles and the purple mark on her neck told him all he needed to know. "Uh, cherie, dis ol' man be getting' tired...wanna go get yo' purse from de coat check an' meet us at de car?"
"Wanna come with, Kitty?" Jubilee asked after a brief pout. "Gotta pee on the way out..."
"Uh....no!" she cried, unable to think of an excuse.
"I go wid ya, p'tite," Remy said quickly. "I be tinkin' I saw a dark corner on de way to de door...mebbe a quick kiss 'fore we get home?" he drawled. Jubilee rolled her eyes but followed him from the booth and back into the fray on the floor.
"I think," Kurt managed after a minute, "I need to port to the car. There's tissues in there..."
Kitty nodded. "I think we're safe here if you want to do it now..." She felt the sickening pull and vertigo that came with teleporting for her and found herself still in his lap but in the middle seat of the Jeep. "Well."
"Ja," he said, sliding her off and adjusting her skirt for her. "That was..."
"Different."
"Different," he echoed, turning away from her as he did his best to clean up the mess he had made. Kitty was apparently doing the same for herself, he realized, because she took a handful of Kleenex from in front of him. "Sorry."
"Don't be..." She paused and looked off into the night. "I liked it but..."
"But what?"
"I don't think we should do that anymore."
"Just to clarify, you mean sex in public, right?"
"Right, right...but you know, that wasn't really sex, I think. I mean, there was no...you know."
"Entry?" he hazarded, moving to the front seat and sliding behind the steering wheel.
"Mmmhmm..." Kitty sat down in the front passenger seat and began to fidget with the seatbelt. "Um, Kurt...just because we can have sex doesn't always mean we have to..."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I just mean that...maybe it's good to wait sometimes." Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him nod slowly. She smiled and said, "Good, I'm glad we agree...Oh, here they come!" _As much as I liked doing that, I think I like being at home or somewhere private better...and I miss all the affection that goes with it when we usually do it. This was just...fucking...kinda... _
Kurt started the engine and sighed. _Great. She really does want to wait for another week. This sucks. But maybe she's right...this was great but it was so...animalistic of us. I missed the kissing and touching...Damn it. I screwed up. _

A/N Smut at the request of a few of y'all who said I was lacking, lol... More smut to come, as it were...and a little plot, too!
1 ProPhile is the one who pointed out the mystery man's Jedi mind trick fixation...lol.
2 Piercing needles and paraphernalia are gauged. The smaller the number, the larger the circumference. And that chick is a lot more pierced than most in an all-ages club.