Carne Vale

CARNE VALE CHAPTER FIVE (NC-17)
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A/n Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, Billy and Joaquin have scorch marks on their shirts...did they get too close to Joris? InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink make me feel all squishy inside because they archive my stuff and take up valuable space on their sites for me. :) Readers/Reviewers: The platypi seem to be fooled by the Killer Kitties' (tm) decoy...Which makes me realize why no platypus has ever one a Nobel Prize. Thank you, thank you, thank you for the feedback and loverliness!!!



Evan had a fairly good idea something was wrong before the front door even opened. Call it a sixth sense, call it a premonition, or call it the fact that an errant spray of sparklies shattered the sidelight, followed by Jubilee's mild oath. "Um, nice trip?" Evan called through the broken window.
Scott opened the door with an expression on his face bespeaking his desire to kiss the tiles in gratitude for being home. "If by nice you mean akin to having bamboo splinters shoved under your nails then set on fire, yes."
"You didn't like the Big Easy?" Evan said as Lance and Todd struggled by with their luggage and respective girlfriends' shopping bags.
"Mostly, it was great," Kitty panted, dragging a heavy suitcase and walking backwards. "The parades, the food, the party..."
"You went to a party?" He bit into his apple and made to help her with her bag, but Kurt beat him to it, his own suitcase tucked under one arm and a clutch of shopping bags held by his tail.
"The whole town was a party, man!" Kurt smiled. He was inwardly twisting and turning over what he was calling "The Kitty Dilemma," but one never would have guessed from the bright smile on his blue face. "The food, the music, the crazy girls flashing their..."
"Kurt!" Kitty admonished, then giggled. "And a few guys flashing their..."
"You said you didn't see that!" Kurt gasped with mock-affront, gently nudging her towards the stairs.
"Well, I fibbed. Trust me, honey, I wasn't impressed." She leaned back to give him a kiss on the cheek and the two headed in the direction of Lance and Todd.
"So why the window?" Evan called out to whoever was listening, taking another bite of his apple. _This is almost better than pay-per-view sometimes, living here. _
Jubilee trudged through the door with her chin held high and her face flushed, whether from anger or embarrassment, Evan was not sure. "I'll tell you why. The Cajun ducked."
"The Cajun? You mean Remy, the guy whose name you keep shouting late at night and waking me up with? That Cajun?"
Holding her hand threateningly close to Evan's groin, she growled, "You will never, never speak of that sort of thing again, got it? Or I'll show you a new and interesting way to use sparklies."
Evan gulped and took a step back. "I just want to know what's wrong, Jubes! What's got you in such a bad...oh." As he spoke, a blonde vision entered the foyer behind Jubilee. Belladonna was dressed in an almost antiquated outfit-a long dress and high boots, her hair covered in a scarf and hands firmly tucked into a muff. She looked long and hard at Evan and then seemed to write him off as she sniffed and stepped around Jubilee, making an obvious point of not coming within arm's reach of the Asian girl.
"That's why," Jubilee said, some of her aggressive tone gone, only to be replaced by sadness. "I'm going to bed now."
"That's Belladonna...Long story," Jean sighed. She quickly hit the highlights, making Evan wince when she reached the part about the break up. "Remy wants one of the Professor's lawyer friends to help dissolve the marriage...He says he can't stay in New Orleans any longer because he will, in his words, be caught."
"By who?" Evan stepped to one side with Jean as Remy strode through, arms laden with bags, and did not even look at his friends or Belladonna as he trudged up the stairs.
"No idea...." Jean eyed Belladonna with some distaste. The blonde was studying a piece of artwork the Professor had installed on the wall between the study and the front door, seemingly appraising it, if the look on her face was anything to go by. "I just know I want her gone."
Belladonna seemed to hear her. She turned and smiled coldly at Jean. "Where'm I gonna be sleepin'?"
"No idea. We need to see the Professor first. He'll decide what to do with you." Jean held the door as Rahne and Jamie straggled through, the last to enter, giggling madly at something that the older girl was not sure she wanted to know.
"What to do with me? I'm not furniture or some piece of miscellany to move around!"
Evan felt moved to step in, not appreciating Belladonna's tone of voice. "Listen, lady, I don't know what you're used to, but here, the Professor calls the shots. If you don't like it, go back to New Orleans."
The Cajun woman narrowed her eyes at Evan and any last vestige of a smile fell from her face. "You don't know who you talkin' to, child."
"No," a cool, clear voice said from the top of the stairs. "It's you who do not know... " Storm, obviously dressed for the greenhouse in comfortably worn jeans and a crisp but old t-shirt, her hair tied back from her face in a knot, walked in a stately fashion down the stairs, playing up her demeanor as a goddess to the hilt, something Evan had seen her do whenever she wanted the edge over an adversary, even his own parents. "Please check your tongue in this house, young lady. You are a guest here and are expected to act as such. Wait in the study until you are called for." Belladonna's mouth worked like a fish gasping for air for one brief, humorous moment before she adopted an expression of bland amusement, smoothed her hands over the front of her dress, then turned and entered the study at a clip. Storm stood at the foot of the stairs, her expression warring between annoyance and anger. "Where is Logan?" she asked in a tight voice after sel del deep breaths.
"He pulled the car around to the garage. He said he was going to check the oil or something."
Evan put in helpfully, "That means he's out there drinking a beer."
'Thank you, Evan...go help Scott unpack." Storm glared once more in the direction of the study and strode past the teenagers towards the garage.
Jean shrugged. "I think Scott's got a handle on his unpacking at this stage in his life...Lance and Todd got some new PS2 game if you're lng fng for something to do."
Evan sighed. "Tempting, but I think I'm going to go check on Jubilee...I make a good sounding board."
"Better watch out," Jean called over her shoulder as she moved towards the stairs. "She might use you for a punching bag instead!"
Evan chuckled as he was expected to, but thought, _That's a chance I'm willing to take... _


It was an accepted fact at the Institute that, during her waking hours, Kitty would rarely be found in her own room but rather in Kurt's. If she was indeed in her own room, it was also an accepted fact that, nine times out of ten, Kurt would be in there with her. They were not always engaging in carnal exploits, though, Kurt thought to himself with a small measure of relieved pride. They would study together, watch television or listen to music together or even, he added with a small smile, just talk or lay together, doing absolutely nothing of any great import other than being with each other. At that moment, Kurt was in Kitty's room, laying across her bed as she sorted her dirt clothes out of her suitcase and put her clean clothes away. "Katzchen," he said in a thoughtful tone, "are you happy?"
"I'd be happier if I knew where three pairs of my underwear disappeared to..."
"Huh? Oh, I meant with us. How we are. Are you happy?" He rolled onto his back, giving every appearance of nonchalance, but he secretly feared he would fly into a million pieces if she did not answer quickly and affirmatively. Kitty's face loomed into view over him, upside down since he was laying that way. Her mildly amused expression made him all the more anxious. "Well?"
"I ever tell you that you're weird, Kurt?" She pressed one finger against the center of his forehead and said in slow, clear tones, "I am exceedingly, ecstatically, orgasmicaly happy with you, Kurt. I would not change one thing about our relationship." ot oot one?" Kurt reached up and took hend, nd, pulling it down so he could kiss her palm.
"Well," she smiled, "now that you mention it..."
_Here it comes... _Kurt braced himself for the worst, squeezing his eyes shut and holding his breath only to let it all out in a whoosh, eyes flying open, when he felt her settle against him. "Er?"
"Well, I was just thinking the one thing that could make me happier right now would be if we had on considerably less clothes." As she spoke, she ran her hand under his shirt, draping one leg over his hips.
"Oh?" _Okay, one more time...I mean, how can we be having too much sex? It's not like that's all we do...we go to school, we eat, we do homework, we...Okay, where did she learn that? _ Kitty had pushed his shirt up over his chest and was now fully straddling him, kissing her way across his chest, laving first one flat nipple then the other as she ground against him. He sighed softly at the pleasing sensations running through his body at her touch, nearly gasping as she unexpectedly grasped his tail, making him shift to accommodate attentions. She ran her fingers from the base to the tip and back again, moving her kisses from his chest to his mouth, searing him with her sudden intensity. It felt as if she were trying to meld something within them both together, at least to his suddenly fevered and distracted mind. Somehow, she managed to work her pants down far enough that his hand found her center without efforthe she still clutched his tail, now twining it through her fingers as she mewled against his mouth, his own digits drawing responses from her even as she sought to make him respond in kind. Kitty grasped him tightly with her knees and rolled to one side, pulling him on top of her and working her pants down off her legs in a few short movements. Kurt was so wrapped in feeling Kitty against him, her heated depths begging for release, that he could not remember just why he had consideputtputting her off a few minutes before. She worked his tail free from his jeans with increasing skill, no longer scraping him against the fabric as she had several times in the past, when they were first learning their way around each other. The base of Kurt's tail was nearly as sensitive as a certain other part of his body, something else Kitty had learned quickly and was always happy to take advantaf. f. As Kurt worked one finger within her, pressing against her needy center with another, she wrapped her hands around his tail and pressed, kneaded and stroked until Kurt was fairly purring with excited pleasure. Kitty gently but firmly closed her teeth over one pointed ear tip, darting her tongue out to tease him as she nibbled, making him groan and moved against her with growing enthusiasm. Kitty made a noise that was somewhere between a gasp and a sigh as Kurt felt her tighten around him, her hands stilling on his tail before moving again at a more frantic pace. She raised her hips, pressing against his fingers in a desperate plea for release. Her ministrations on his sensitive ear and the now-tingling base of his tail combined to make Kurt fall closer to the edge of completion; he twisted his finger within her, seeking the rough spot within her, feeling delightedly satisfied when she cried out, a short and sharp sound, and bucked her hips. She scraped her nails across his tail, making him shiver and lash the appendage in helpless sensation. As she shuddered in release, Kitty grabbed Kurt's tail near the end and brought it to her mouth, licking and suckling on the spaded tip, moaning against him. Kurt felt weak with relief when his own release came to him, spreading against his fur in a mess he would not truly mind cleaning in a few moments, but for that time, he moved onto his side and held Kitty against him, both panting for breath.
Their respite was short lived. A rapid knock on the door preceded Lance's voice; "You two get cleaned up and downstairs. Storm and Logan want to see us."
Kitty flushed a light red. "How did he know?"
"Schatz," Kurt sighed, "everyone knows when we...we're together."
"Are we that noisy?" she asked, mortified.
"Nein. We're just that obvious." Kurt sighed and released Kitty from his arms. "See you downstairs, Liebes." Once in his room, Kurt rapidly cleaned himself enough to feel comfortable for a bit, changing jeans as he did so. Turning to throw his clothes in the hamper, his wall calendar caught his eye. _Ash Wednesday is the day after tomorrow. _ The kernel of an idea sprouted into a full fledged plan, albeit a painful one. _Well, we're supposed to give up something we really, really love or care about. And I'm not going to give up Kitty, but I can give up the physical _. Kurt nodded to himself, as if trying to convince his mind of what it had just suggested. _She'll understand. And I can prove to Scott and myself that this relationship isn't relying on physical affection to keep moving forward _. Feeling grimly satisfied, Kurt ported downstairs and only then began to wonder how to explain his sacrifice to Kitty.