Reformed Sinner or Expecting the unexpected

Chicken - it took us ages to think of *how* Kurt would smell - thanks to Dollybird for the gyspy smell *grins* feel free to use it sweetie ^^



Gimpy : - me either :s



Chapter Five



Kurt - according to the thesaurus he'd read - was brooding. It was Cyclops' shift to watch over Creed so he had time for himself for a change. Proffesor Xavier had spent three long hours talking with Creed about various things and the whole thing seemed to have...settled down...Kurt hadn't seen him since the kiss...*kisses* his mind reminded him cruelly. Kurt frowned against the blush that was trying to overtake his face as he remembered...Logan...that dream Kurt had had the previous night- it had been so *real*...and why had Logan -



"Aah, so this is where you're hiding" Hank smiled a little to soften his words, "you know they've dragged me from my nice warm laboratory to locate you" He said, just a hint of an accusatory tone in his voice,



"Entschuldigungen, Tier" He said mildly, tail swishing a little as he shifted over the balconey to make room for the gentle Doctor. The two of them sat for a long while, breathing the bitterly cold night air. Hank sighed hugely, Kurt watched his breath curl away into the night sky, illuminated to a billowing white by the moon,



"Was ist falsch, Mein Freund?" The Doctor asked softly. Kurt turned to look into perfect sky blue eyes that held no judgement, only compassion and the faintest trace of worry. Something inside the Nightcrawler snapped and he babbled out *everything*, flushed with embarresment but completely unable to stop himself. Hank listened in sympathetic silence, his large heart hurting for his wishing-to-be-more-than-friend, "you do realise that the only logical conclusion is to actually *talk* to Logan?" He said eventually, voice as gentle as he could make it. Kurt sighed, leaning against him heavily, his head lolling to rest against one lab coat clad shoulder,



"Sure you can't think of anything else?" He asked, mock desperately. Hank shoved him away with a low laugh, wishing inwardly that he could take Nightcrawler into his arms -



"Positive my friend. Go forth and profuse profusely" He smiled a little, watching Kurt get to his feet,



"Verdammt useless Doctors" He mumbled good naturedly, grinning as Hank pouted mock-offended, "ach you know I love you, Blau" He grinned, waving before disappearing through the doorway, totally missing the brief look of pain on the Doctors face. Hank turned back to face the moon,



"No use being saturnine, McCoy" He murmured to himself, "get up and do something beneficial"



~*~



Creed lifted his head from the pillow as the door banged open, one eye opening curiously. He raised a bushy eyebrow, pushing himself up onto his elbows, as Dr Hank McCoy strode into the room with...intent. The assassins eyes narrowed as he watched the doctor, McCoy's movements - all of them, from walking down to blinking - were set and purposeful. It was with a start that Creed realised -



"You're drunk!" He blurted with a laugh, "I don't believe it! X-men *aren't* perfect!" He chuckled to himself under Hanks *too* focused stare. The doctor was weaving on the spot as he straightened out his lab coat, re-adjusting the ridiculously delicate glasses that had been perched at a jaunty angle on the end of his nose,



"Mr Creed, I assurer you I an no such thling. Admittedly, I partook in one or two glasses of wine but that was it" He made a firm gesture and Creed had to kneel up on the edge of the bed to stop him loosing balance,



"Sure" He shoved the doctor gently and was oddly gratified when the blue doctor collapsed back into the bedside chair,



"Kurts in love with Logan" The Doctor confessed in a broken little voice, looking down at his folded hands. Creed rolled his eyes inwardly, what is this family therapy?! But the proffesor had told him to behave if he wanted to stay...



"And that's..." Hank shot him a brief look of disgust that lasted all of a handful of seconds,



"It doesn't matter" He said softly, reaching out and picking up one of the books he habitually brought with him. Creed watched in silence as Hanks eyes - feline, and so like his own - danced as he tried to focus on the page in front of him...the assassin wondered if he should say that the book was up side down. Hank gave up with a heavy sigh, launching himself out of the chair to nearly stagger across the room and stand in front of the window, his back ram rod straight, his hands clasped behind his back. He watched his breath - much warmer than the world outside - frost the glass and fade in a marvellous rhythm, he reached up a finger and drew a 'K' and then an 'L' before they faded away. Oh, come *on*, McCoy, he inwardly berated himself, you've got to pull yourself out of this -



"It'll...get easier you know" Creeds voice - awkward as if words of comfort weren't often fitted into that mouth - said from behind him. Hank turned, a little suprised to see the assassin behind him - and grabbed hold of Creeds arm as the room span. He closed his eyes with a frown, trying to regain his senses and ignore the feeling of a hot hand wrapped around his forearm. When he opened his eyes Creed was only a few inches away,



"Indeed, Mr Creed?" He asked, trying not to smile at the unintentional rhyme, "And *how* precisly is that, hmm?" Creed frowned at the question. He didn't like McCoy, the doctor made him think too much. Thinkin always gets me in trouble. His frown deepened as he tried to think of the last time his heart had been broken...what had helped then? He looked up as a flash of inspiration struck him,



"Get fucked?" He suggested. Hanks face went totally blank for a moment before he burst out laughing, laughing so hard that he almost doubled over. Creed caught him again, holding the doctor upright while he carried on laughing...it went on for a long time, "what?"



"Get...f-fucked" Hank stammered on the explitive, little used in his own vocabulary, but still grinning, "That's where the problem started" He sighed, the little noise ending in another giggle as he removed his glasses, wiping them clean on the edge of his labcoat, "I thought, somewhat naively it appears, that Nightcrawler..." He trailed off, shaking his head a little, looking up as he placed his glasses back on his face, still smiling a little though his eyes remained just a little bit less focused than usual as he gazed at Creed, "And to whom, Mr Creed, should I enquire to copulate with such a prurient monstrosity such as I, hmm?" He looked into the blank expression on Creeds face and huffed a sigh, translating, "who *would* fuck me, Creed? Something as ugly-" Creed caught a flailing hand, pressing it against the doctors side, trying to manouver him towards the chair, if only to stop him swaying back and forth, it was making the assassin sea sick,



"I would" He growled absent mindedly as their bodies brushed together. Hank shot him a sharp look - a little too sharp for someone who'd been drinking so much - before the focus disolved slowly,



"Mmm, quite...but you're mentally unstable...or in desperate need of glasses" The doctor yawned, resting his head on Creeds shoulder, "or possibly both" Creed blinked, wondering just when they'd began this strange sort of slow waltz in the middle of the room. His hand was still holding the Doctors when Hanks free hand snaked up and round his waist, pulling him closer, before trailing down to firmly grip his ass. Creed growled low in his throat, looking down at the top of the doctors head,



"God you must be desperate" He snarled, wrenching them from the shuffling dance and aiming the Doctor at the chair beside the bed,



"Mmm" Hank murmured softly as he collapsed back, "you have no -" He was interupted by a yawn, "-idea" Creed resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "got to stay awake"



"Why?"



"You'll run away" Hank yawned, his eyelids already fluttering shut. Creed frowned, wondering why he was paying attention to the gentle kiss of Hanks lashes against his blue cheeks, wondering if that fur really was as soft as it looked -



"No. I won't"



"Promise?"



"Yeah"



"M'kay" Creed tried not to laugh, watching the Doctors breathing become slow and regular, the tiniest hint of a snore rumbling forth before there was silence. Creed sat cross legged on the bed. He really was free to make a run for it, he was healthier after a few weeks of good food and board - the company could be better but he'd had worse...but sitting here, looking at the man who had healed him, the man who had dragged him back from deaths door....Creed really didn't feel like it.



~*~



"Vhy did you kiss me zer other day?" Kurt asked, eyes narrowed suspiciously. Creed shrugged and sat back, trying not to fidget,



"You where there and you were pretty" He answered, not quite honestly but it seemed to shut the Nightcrawler up for a moment,



"Vhy did you come to Xaviers?" He asked after a short moment of silence. The assassin snorted as he stood up, moving over to the window to look out at the freedom that was...just...there...



"What is this twenty questions?" He snapped, uncomfortable with the questions. It felt too much like a police thing,



"...sorry..."



"I didn't have anywhere else to go" Creed muttered through clenched teeth, resting his forehead against cold glass. He didn't say that everywhere he'd tried to run too he'd been kicked out again just as quickly, didn't say that he'd ended up with more than one knife in his back. Creed frowned at himself and then a deeper frown at the sound of rattling plastic, he turned to see Kurt - not as far away as he'd thought - with a kids bag of pick 'n' mix in his hand,



"Vhat?!" The blue elf asked defensively, clutching the rattly bag to his chest. Creed winced at the sound, suddenly all of his focus on the bag,



"Can't you shut up for *five* minutes?" He snarled, suprised when Nightcrawler blushed angrily. The blue german stamped over to the sideboard and dug out the bowl that was usually used for Creeds food. Kurt set the bowl on the bedside table and emptied the whole - Noisey! Creed winced - bag into it,



"I can be as silent as the grave" Kurt proclaimed popping a bright pink...something into the mouth beyond the blue lips as he sat in the bedside chair, legs crossed so his knees rested on the arm of the chair. Creed raised an eyebrow, moving to sit on the bed close by,



"Silent? For a whole five minutes?" He smirked, "Not possible" Kurt folded his arms stubbornly,



"Bet you anything I can" He proclaimed, eyes narrowed,



"Bet me one of your kisses. A real one" Creed said, his voice so low it was almost a growl. The shock on Kurts face almost made him laugh but to his suprise Nightcrawler leant forward,



"And vhat vill you vager, Sabrezahn?" He said, just a hint of laughter playing around his voice. Creed leant forward, feline eyes focusing on Kurts ocean blue skin, looking for little signs - it was the trembling of those too long deep blue lashes that gave him away, yes, Nightcrawler *was* afraid,



"Name your price" He offered with a smirk,



"Stay avay from Logan" Kurt almost snapped, only the smile on his face betraying the challenge in his voice. Creed glanced at the clock that hung on the wall opposite his bed,



"Right...starting from now" He murmured softly. Kurt folded his arms stubbornly, reaching out to the bowl of day glow coloured sweets only to have his wrist caught. Kurt looked up into wicked golden brown eyes, the feline slit pupils narrowed and focused perfectly on him as Creeds mouth lowered slowly to his wrist. Nightcrawler bit his lower lip against a gasp as the assasins tongue darted out, tracing delicate patterns against the inside of his wrist, "Not a sound, remember?" Creed reminded him before trailing biting kisses up the inside of his arm, pausing to nibble the warm crook of his arm. Nightcrawlers entire body tensed as Creeds free hand reached out, snaking round his waist, lifting him easily from the chair and up onto his lap. Kurt was straddling the assasins thighs, pulled in close - a little too close for the blue mans comfort - as Creeds kisses trailed up his arm and neck and - Kurt clapped a hand over his mouth to forestall a moan as Creeds teeth nipped at the tender skin *just* behind his ear and Kurt decided that if the assassin were to rip all his clothes off *right* *now* -



"What the hell-" Logan couldn't stop the yell that fell from him as he looked into the room, seeing much the same scene as he had yesterday, "is this groundhog day or fucking what?!"



"Not vhat it looks like!" Kurt yelled, "ve vere- I didn't - it's not vhat you think!" Nightcrawler winced at the cliche, moving to stand up only to have Creeds hands tighten on his hips, despite his wriggling. Creed took hold of his chin, forcing him to face the assassin once again,



"Three minutes twenty two seconds...you owe me a kiss" He smirked, ignoring the laser blast glare that the Wolverine was levelling at him, "doncha?" Kurts eyes held desperation and...one of the assassins eyebrows rose in suprise - he could recognise the hot nova flare of lust as well as the slight shift in the Nightcrawlers scent. Kurts lashes lowered as a dark flush spread slowly over delicate cheekbones,



"Yes" He murmured softly, trying not squirm away from Logans gaze. The Wolverine still hadn't moved from the door...he was fixated. As if he *wasn't* standing there half willing that this wasn't happening, half wishing...it wasn't Creed that started the kiss...Logan unconsiously held his breath as Kurt leant down slowly, pressing his lips - that pretty mouth of his - against Creeds in an open kiss, his fingers fisting in the front of the assasins shirt. Wolverines eyes drifted lower as the Nightcrawlers hips ground down into Creeds...the roof of Logans mouth went dry suddenly as a small moan fell from Kurts lips and - was that a flash of tongue? Creed was purring contentedly by the time the kiss was broke, large powerful hands kneeded Kurts ass gently. It was the smirk that Creed shot him, smug and self satisfied, that made the jelousy roar through Logans soul. Too pissed off to speak the Wolverine knew that if he stuck around blood would be spilled and god knew that Charlie was still pissed at him for wrecking the gazebo last time he lost his temper. Logan turned and fled, ignoring the pained look on Nightcrawlers face. The blue man untangled himself from Creeds unresisting grasp, staggering towards the door - what the hell had that been about?



"LOGAN! VAIT!" Creed lay back on the bed, his hands under his head as the door slammed behind the former acrobat, yeah...his time at Xaviers Institute could turn out to be a lot of fun after all.