The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

THE HEART IS A LONELY HUNTER CHAPTER FIVE (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and feeder of my Outrigger addiction, Billy has taken to wearing a kilt in this chilly weather. He said Dodo dared him... hmmm... InterNutter, TC and Mll Pll Pink (and now Ironic Paradise!) are super fantastic for archiving! Readers/Reviewers (both of ya!): Beware the kitties...they seem to be lurking lately... This chapter is for Amicitia because it's her birthday and she wanted smut. Here you go, Am-smut you wanted and smut ye shall have!!!



Logan was content. Beyond content, actually. He would go so far as to say that he was pretty damned happy. Storm was finding the most interesting things to do with her mouth and, much to his pleased surprise, many of them did not involve going below the waist at all. Her warm tongue flicked across his nipple and he rumbled his enjoyment. "Never would've guessed I liked that..." he said into the still room.
"All the women you've been with and not one has ever done this?" Storm asked against his skin, scraping her teeth gently across the same stiffened bud of nerves.
"Er, honestly? Never really took the time..."
"Enough, enough... I don't want to know," Storm murmured, moving to the other side of his chest and sliding one to the back of his neck, toying with the wisps of hair there. "Maybe one day, but not now..." Logan made a noise of ascent and closed his eyes as she moved up, trailing her tongue and lips in playful caresses to his neck where she suckled briefly on his throat, sighing her own noise of pleasure as his hands came to rest on her hips. Storm pressed her lips to his in a nearly chaste kiss, the innocence of it quickly devolving to pure want as Logan captured her lower lip between his teeth and nipped sharply, accepting her tongue into his mouth as they deepened the embrace.
Logan tightened his fingers on her hips and groaned as she shifted, moving so that she straddled his hips, his hardening length pressing against her center but not entering her. Storms slow slide downward made him let go of her hips and grip the sheets in anticipation, hissing a breath as her tongue traced hot, wet patterns across his stomach and lower, dampening his inner thighs with her lips, sharp bites sending shocks of pleasure through his body and making him feel oddly as if this were all new, like she was doing things to him that he had never had happen before. _Well, now that I think on it...I don't think I ever took so long with a woman before... _ His train of thought derailed when she closed her lips over the head of his length, lapping at the seeping fluid there until he was sure he could climax just from that one action. " Ro," he said roughly, "If you're expectin' more tonight, I'd stop if I were you..."
"Logan," she said, moving just enough to speak, "I derive pleasure from giving it to you... Don't worry about me. Besides, if necessary, there are...other things...I can do..." Her raised eyebrow made him painfully curious but her mouth closing around his throbbing member shoved all curiosity to the side for the moment, so wrapped up was he in the feeling of her tongue on his sensitive skin, her scent pouring into his senses, the feel of her smooth skin against his hair-roughened thighs nearly enough to make him want to growl in frustration at the slow build of his release.
Storm seemed to sense his urgency and took a chance, skimming her fingers across his thighs, caressing the inside of his thighs with a feather-light touch. He quirked his brows a little at this, enjoying it immensely but not sure where she was going, even as she took him deeper into her throat. He grunted in satctioction as she squeezed his balls gently, but frowned as she moved lower, her fingers pressing in new and heretofore untouched places on his body. She sucked particularly hard on his member as she slid one finger inside him, making him come up off the bed in surprised shock, quickly shoving her away with minimal damage to his pride. "What the Hell are you doing?"

Kurt knocked once on Kitty's door before porting in, a system they sort of fell into not long ago. She was standing in front of her full-length mirror on the closet door, turning this way and that and sighing. "Katzchen," Kurt said a tad thickly, "you're naked..."
"And you're wet," she responded, looking at him in her mirror. His fur was damp in places, visibly darker and matted down where he had been splashed while washing the car with Scott. "Forget to dry off?" She reached for the robe hanging on the corner of the open closet door but Kurt's hand clamped on her wrist suddenly, pingping her and forcing her to face him.
"Nein...had to help Scott clean up after Paolo...Katzchen, _you're naked _ ..." His tongue felt thick in his suddenly too-dry mouth. No matter how many times he had seen her naked, both in reality and in his fantasies, Kurt still felt deeply affected by the sight of Kitty's body.
"Yeah...er...just seeing how far I had to go before I could cram it into a two piece again." She shrugged and her eyes darted towards the vanity, where, Kurt d whd when he turned, several outfits and two bathing suits were draped in apparent readiness for their owner. "I gained so much weight this year. Stress eating, I guess."
Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes. "I like you this way...Who wants a walking skeleton?"
_Thanks, sweetie... _ "Amanda's not a walking skeleton and you wanted her," Kitty said, clapping her free hand over her mouth as she realized that she voiced her thoughts out loud.
"_Was _ ?"
"Said the loud part quiet and the quiet part loud..."1 Kitty grimaced. Kurt tightened his grip on her wrist and pulled her towards the bed, her feet dragging to slow their progress. "Kurt..."
"Is this what your mood's been about lately? Amanda being back?" Kurt sat and pulled her to sit next to him, forcing her to look him in the eye by turning her chin with his free hand. "Schatz, yes, I cared very much for Amanda when we were together and I will always care for her in some way, but I don't love her, not like I love you. I never did. That's why we didn't stay together. When I was with Amanda, all I could think about was you. Every time I kissed her, I saw you. Kitty," he said with a sigh, "I don't know why you're feeling so insecure, but doesn't it say something that I've been right by your side whenever bad things have happened as well as good? Not just since we've been together, but since we've known each other? Don't you trust me?"
"I trust you Kurt. I trust you with everything in me, but I can't help it sometimes. I see Amanda, how sooksooks, how nice she is, how much she cares about you and how you just sort of lit up when you saw her...I just felt..." she sighed and turned beet red, "dumpy and plain. She's so nice to everyone and I'm not really...She's, like, one of those girls you want to hate but can't because she's too damned perfect." Kitty ducked her chin to avoid Kurt's intense gaze. "Now I'm embarrassed. Can I go to bed or is there anything else you want to dredge up?"
Kurt let go of her wrist but did not stand up. "Liebes, listen to me," he brushed errant strands that had escaped from her ponytail out of her eyes, "I am the last person to judge someone based on looks, be they good or bad. But I will admit that I found Amanda very attractive, but you're beautiful to me. No matter what you think of yourself, I think you're the most wonderful woman God ever put on the Earth."
Kitty made a gurgling noise. "Okay...I only thought I was embarrassed before. Now I'm embarrassed and I feel pathetic...Kurt, don't say these things to me..."
"Kitty, stop being so verdammten stubborn!" Kurt huffed out a breath of exasperation. He untangled her hands from the comforter that she was slowly covering herself with, hoping that he would not notice, and physically turned her to face him. "Stop being so down on yourself! You know what Amanda and I talked about while you helped Paolo? You. She asked me how long we've been together and I just couldn't shut up. She even told me that I sounded obsessed!" Kitty's eyes shimmered faintly and Kurt bit his lip to curb the flow of his words. Taking the initiative, he kissed her soundly, crushing her lips beneath his and eliciting a soft grunt of pain before he lessened the pressure, feeling Kitty's muscles tense beneath his hands on her shoulders, and let her take over the kiss. She was tentative at first, as she sometimes was, he found, as if she still was not sure about kissing him, before she relaxed fractionally, her hands creeping to his sides and toying with the edges of his t shirt. Kurt murmured encouragingly and leaned forward, pressing his still-clothed form against her nudity. When the need to breathe arose as it always does at the most inconvenient times, Kurt whispered, "Katzchen, did you mean what you said earlier? About anything I want?" He could feel the flush rising beneath his fur and half expected her to recant.
Kitty bit her lip and shied her eyes away, picking at the edges of the comforter and half-heartedly dragging it across her lap. She definitely wanted to, there was no question about it, but she was self-conscious in her jealousy, embarrassed to admit her feelings of inadequacy to Kurt, of all people. He was still leaning close to her, so close that she was unconsciously synchronizing her breathing with his and she knew, if she so desired to check, their pulses would be closely matched. His eyes were boring into her, making her want to cover herself and hide from his scrutiny, but instead she hear her own voice, thin and reedy, reply, "Yes, of course I meant it..."
Kurt bit his lip to restrain himself. He doubted that his deep desire for Kitty would fade with age. If anything, he half-feared it would grow stronger. Each time they were together he was certain he would snap, ravish her as the tiny voice in his head begged him to, take her and claim her as his in every way possible, roughly and with raw passion that their loveng hng heretofore did not include, despite many fevered grapplings in the confines of their bedrooms and, on one memorable occasion, the back of the Jeep. Now she was all but cowering next to him, not looking at him but flushed with embarrassment or desire, he could not tell which. "Are you sure? I mean... Kitty, I don't want to do anything you don't want me to do." He took a chance and moved closer, sitting hip to hip with her and resting his arm around her waist. His tail flipped in near agitation as he waited for her to respond, the only sign of his anxiety. Finally, Kitty sighed and turned her face towards him, burying it in his neck and first nuzzling him, then kissing him along the underside of his jaw, nipping below his ear before moving upwards to tickle the point of his ear with her tongue. Kurt groaned and gave over, holding tightly to Kitty's waist as she continued her attention to his ear and neck, forcing his chin up to gain access to his throat. Her hands abandoned the comforter and moved to either side of his head, holding him still so she could kiss him, darting her tongue past his lips and teeth to lave the roof of his mouth and his own tongue with slow strokes. Kurt felt his eyes roll back in his head before the lids finally closed in pleasure.
"Um, that'd be a yes, Kurt. I'm sure..." Kitty's words were shaky and her face felt hot with embarrassment. "It's just that...could we turn off the lights please?"
Kurt nodded dumbly and moved more quickly than Kitty thought possible to turn off the overhead light and her bedside lamp. Kitty scooted away and sat against the headboard, drawing the sheet over her nakedness. "Katzchen, don't cover yourself...I can't see you then."
"That's kind of the point," she muttered, wishing that for once he did not have such acute nigh vision. She gasped as the sheet was fairly torn from her grasp and Kurt knelt next to her. "Kurt!"
"Liebes, you're wearing down my patience with this whole self-consciousness thing, you know? So what if Amanda looks a certain way? Have you ever heard me complain about the way you look? Nein! Kitty, I don't know how else to say it other than I love you. I adore you, worship you, and would crawl ten miles across broken glass for you. Is that getting through to you at all?"
"Yes..." she breathed, "it is..."
"About damned time," he groused, shedding his t-shirt in the process. "One last time...you sure?"
"Positive," she said just as breathlessly. She had no idea what Kurt wanted to do but the combined feeling of vulnerability and rising desire made her feel deliciously giddy, willing to do what ever it was he asked.
Sensing her nervousness, he smiled. "Don't worry. I'm not going to make you do anything weird. I just want to...to love you." His moved to her feet and took them up in his tridactyl hands, pressing a kiss to her insteps. Kitty tittered nervously and he smiled in the dark, his yellow eyes seeming to glow brighter to her mostly unfocused gaze. "We're going to have to be quiet...Logan is still up..." He tried not to think about what he had heard as he passed the older man's room, but the memory of Storm's soft gasp made him shudder with mild revulsion, common to all teenagers when they think of adults having sex.
"I'll try," she responded, her hands clasping and unclasping on her stomach. Kurt did not reply with words but rather started kissing the top of her left foot, moving to her inner ankle with small nips and licks, circling to the outer one with equal attention. He moved slowly up her leg, kissing, licking and nipping her soft skin as he went, pausing where she gasped or moaned to pay extra attention, each time laving until she squirmed with frustrated desire. When he reached the back of her knee, she nearly came up off the bed with the sensations he sent to her back brain, Kurt scraped his teeth sharply along the tender skin there and Kitty nearly yowled at the feeling, her hands clutching and twisting in the bed sheets as he wisely decided to move on. He reached her inner thigh with no further incident but the proximity to her center was nearly his undoing. She was already wet with her desire, his hypersensitive senses drinking in the scent of her arousal and making him nearly drunk from it. With a great dint of will, Kurt moved to her right leg and made the same journey upwards as he had on the left, paying equal attention to the mirrored spots on that leg, Kitty's repeated groans and cries making him nearly mad with the desire to tumble her then and there, to push aside all ideas of claiming and foreplay. Kitty writhed he again neared her center, her hips lifting slightly and unconsciously to give him the access she was begging wordlessly for him to take.
Kurt growled to himself as he moved past that which beckoned him, his body crying out to be one with hers, and began planting fervent, searing kisses on her h acr across the swell of her belly beneath her navel, pausing to murmur against her skin his adoration for how she felt, "You're so soft...like petals almost...I want to sink into you and never come back, Katzchen." She shuddered beneath him and he pressed and open-mouth kiss to her navel, darting his tongue in to tease her. She made a mewling noise in response and he found that he was hurrying, his mouth's path up her body growing spotty, not following a set pattern any more but dropping kisses where her could, latching onto first one nipple then the other, drawing the tight buds between his teeth until Kitty dug her fingers into his hair and bucked against him. His mouth finally found hers and they closed against each other, Kitty's hands pulling desperately at his pants, popping the button off the waistband in her haste. Kurt barely noticed, shedding the offending garment along with his underwear as quickly as he could. His tail lashed rapidly from side to side, finally wrapping around Kitty's waist as he settled in the cradle of her thighs. She made incoherent noises of wanting and needing as she rocked her hips against him, her hot, damp core brushing his painful erection, making him groan loudly into her neck. "Kitty..."
"Please," she choked out. "Please..." She did not mean to beg but her voice betrayed her desperate need to be filled by him.
He complied without argument, sinking into her with one slow thrust, both groaning at the feeling of being completed by the other. Kurt gave up all control then, murmuring, "I'm sorry, Katzchen..." before his body took over for his mind, pushing into her with more force than he had before, nearly driving her into the mattress, or so it seemed to him. Kitty, though, kept up admirably. She met him thrust for thrust, her hips rising to meet his, and their give and take making the base of his length rub against the nerves at the apex of her thighs. Kitty not not long for conscious thought, her climax hitting strong and hard after just a few minutes. She cried out his name, digging her nails into his back as she arched upwards, her breasts crushing against his chest and his tail snaking between them to stroke at the tender swells of flesh as she gasped for air. Kurt fought for control again but failed, the feeling of Kitty's internal muscles spasming around him too much for him to bear. He made a noise between a growl and a cry, pushing into her one last time to fill her with the spill of his climax, shuddering against her sweat-soaked skin. They panted to a halt, neither willing to break the embrace quite yet, Kitty still murmuring wordlessly against his chest in the aftereffects of her orgasm. Kurt finally found his voice and said, "Is that proof enough for you?"
"Kurt, you don't have to prove anything to me...and if that's what you want to do to me on a rer bar basis, I'm okay with it..." She felt lighter in spirit, not caring for a few moments that she was not exotic like Amanda, not sweet as her, not popular or admired as her. All she cared about was Kurt and the fact that he had just made her feel like she was turned inside out by the force of desire itself.
Kurt tensed and frowned, raising his head from where he had it resting against Kitty's shoulder. "What on Earth is that?"
"What's what?" Kitty asked worriedly. Kurt moved off her, somewhat reluctantly, and padded towards the door. "Kurt?"
"That...that caterwauling. Can't you hear it?"
Kitty joined him, tugging the sheet around her like a toga. "Faintly..."
"Let's get dressed...it sounds like someone's in pain!"

Amara hid her face in embarrassment. _This isn't happening...please, Jupiter, Juno, whoever up there is listening to me...don't let this be happening! _
"Geez, Am, he's really getting into it," Jubilee's voice rang in her ear, redolent with laughter.
Remy snorted. "Homme don' know how bad he sound, eh?"
"I think it's kind of sweet," Jean offered. Rogue and Scott merely snorted, exchanging vaguely surprised glances at their mutual sound of distaste. "Oh, you two wouldn't know romance if it bit you on the butt."
Kitty and Kurt stumbled into the room, Kitty hopping on one foot thanks to the stubbing of her toe on Amara's doorframe. "What the Hell is that noise?" she asked, making a face of unabashed disgust.
"That," Jean said with a smile, "would be Lance."
"Is he dying?" Kurt asked, scrubbing at his ears with his hands as if to clear the sound away.
"Not yet," Amara growled. "Lance!" she yelled through the open window. "Shut up!"
"No!" his voice carried back. "Not until you forgive me!" He set into his song again, apparently an epic-length ode to Amara and all her attributes.
"Fuck me. I'm going to die now..." Titters from the doorway made the Nova Roman turn on Jamie, Rahne, St John, Bobby and Evan. "Get out of my room before I decide to roast you for dinner!"
"Now, now," Jubilee soothed around a snicker, "he means well..." She elbowed Remy who made a noise of agreement, ruining the effect by choking on a laugh.
"If he doesn't stop soon, I'm gonna get him myself," Scott sighed, covering his ears with his hands. "Where's Todd when you need him? Can't he slime his mouth closed or something?"
All eyes turned to Rogue. "Haven't seen him since dinner," she shrugged. "What? Quit looking at me!"
"What the fu..." The teenagers whipped towards the door. Logan stood, half-dressed in only sweatpants, glowering at the room at large. "Go to bed. All of you." His mood was obvious-great annoyance and near anger. He stalked towards the window and, sticking his head out to glare at the lanky youth serenading Amara a cappella, he snapped, "Shut your mouth or I'll do it for ya...get to bed NOW!" Lance cut off his song with a yelp and apparently dashed into the house, judging by the resounding slam of a door a few seconds later. Logan turned on the still assembled teenagers and growled, "I have no idea what the Hell is going on around here, but I'm damned sick of people acting like they're screwy in the head, doing crazy sh...stuff. that no one should ever do... Now, go to BED!" He watched with grim satisfaction as they all scattered, save Amara who glared at him. "What?"
"Um, my room?"
"Oh...sorry." He lumbered out of the room, almost but not quite slamming the door behind him. He paused to catch his breath before stomping back towards his room. _Must be something in the water...who the hell believes that you're supposed to do *that * to a guy? _

A/N Angst forthcoming...all is not happy for our heroes in the next chapter...or two...


1 I have no idea where I got that from. I think it was an episode of Married With Children.