Every Breath You Take

Author’s Note/Disclaimer: I’ll be going down some very dark paths in this fic. I love Kurt. And we always hurt the ones we love. Don’t we? “Every Breath You Take” is a song by the Police from the eighties. I used to love the song. More than a decade later I listen to the lyrics and realize just how creepy they are. I think it’s perfect for this story.

BTW: This Kurt Wagner is the Nightcrawler from XMen Evolution and hasn’t had quite the rough life his comic book couterpart had. At least up until now.

I do not have a Beta reader, so I'm seriously interested in feedback from my readers. Poke holes, correct my grammar and spelling, make fun of my German -- I'm a big girl, I can take it.

05/24/2007 – I just found a major error on my part that had made all the character’s internal thoughts invisible when posted online. I usually refrain from pulling up my own stories so as not to inflate the hit counter, but apparently I need to proofread online.

{This means character’s internal thoughts.}
**This means projected thoughts, as in telepathy.**


Chapter Five: Every Claim You Stake

She nudged him to rouse him. As sweet as it was to have him there, his weight was becoming uncomfortable.

“Was?”

“Kurt, wake up.”

“I’m awake.” He yawned sleepily.

“Listen to me.” Her voice was low and urgent. He blinked at her. “This thing here.” She tapped his collar. “One day it will have to come off. Your gift is what makes you valuable to them.” She touched his face, tracing the line of his jaw. “Sooner or later you will get a chance to run. I don’t know when or how, but when it happens. Run. Don’t hesitate. Don’t look back. Don’t try to play hero. Run. Run as far and as fast as you can.”

“What about you?” His brow furrowed and there was no longer any trace of sleepiness in his voice or his expression.

“I’ll never get out of here alive.” Her voice was matter of fact, emotionless.

“But…”

“It’s the cold hard, truth.” Then she changed the subject, insisting on watching another movie. Unwilling to give up “Adrienne” for his Trainer, Kurt didn’t argue and they spent the rest of the day watching monster movies.

It was after midnight when he reluctantly returned to his cell, lips still warm from her last kiss. His friends, his teammates and his previous life all seemed far away. He dreaded what the morning would bring.


“Wake up.” She stood just outside his cell, dressed again in the lab coat he hadn’t seen since that first morning. She held a heavily loaded tray of food. Once she was sure he was awake, she slipped it through the meal slot.

“Guten Morgen.”(1) He tried a cautious smile, but she didn’t respond. He watched her return to her desk and begin to eat her own breakfast in silence.

“Or not.” He sighed and dug into his meal. He wondered if the generous portion was a silent apology, or an indication of some future ordeal. Had yesterday really happened? Or was it another of his increasingly disturbing fantasies?

When he was done, she came to collect his tray and allow him his turn in the bathroom. Her silence made him uneasy and he touched her hand as she moved to lock the bathroom door.

“I’d apologize, but ‘sorry’ never fixes anything.” She murmured without meeting his eyes.

“For what?”

“You’ll see.” And she locked the door firmly behind him, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

{She means to go on with this.}

He shook his head under the warm spray of the shower, letting droplets fly everywhere. He didn’t understand. Weren’t women supposed to be emotional? Perhaps she regretted what had happened between them. Or maybe it didn’t matter to her.

{Then why the “run” speech?}

Why hadn’t the XMen come for him? Would they ever come? Had they tried and failed? Why hadn’t he asked her about that?

{Because I wasn’t thinking with my head.}

He scrubbed himself thoroughly from head to toe until the water began to run cold and he could stall no longer. When he rapped on the door at last, it opened immediately. She stood just outside and he could see two men in coveralls packing up their tools and a ladder. She placed a warning hand on his chest as they let themselves out.

“They came to fix the cameras.” She herded him back to the cell. “Stupid things keep breaking.” She held up one finger and let a single spark escape. “The techs assure me that the new ones are more reliable.”

“Yesterday…”

“The cameras were broken.” Her voice was firm as she gestured toward the cell.

He hadn’t even considered the possibility that they were being watched until that moment. Had they seen everything? He balled his hands into fists and resisted the urge to cover himself.

{A bit late for that.}

“I suggest you lie down on the table. You’ll be more comfortable. These sessions will be…different.” He turned around to look at her as she locked the cell door behind him. He watched as she moved about the room. She pulled a couple of bottles of water from the mini-fridge and retrieved a few towels from the bathroom. She piled these things in a basin and tossed the lab coat on the bed. Then she kicked off her shoes.

Kurt watched nervously, debating whether he should take her suggestion. He was still standing there when she approached the door to his cell. She unlocked the door and placed her hand on the door waiting for him to move. He hesitated.

“Move away from the door please.”

“What are you going to do?”

“We’ve tried pleasure. Now it will be pain. Less pleasant…but much more efficient.” She waited, hand still on the cell door. “We are on a tight schedule.”

“Pain? I don’t think so.” He crossed his arms, standing just out of arm’s reach.

“It’s not up to you.” She took a short step forward and placed one bare foot on a metal grill in front of the cell door. His eyes followed the movement and he realized his mistake too late. Searing pain shot through his feet and up his legs and his knees buckled. The pain winked out as he fell heavily to the floor.

“This cell was specifically designed to maximize the use of my gift.” She stepped through the cell door he heard it lock behind her as she stroked the mechanism with a finger. She stepped forward as he struggled to get his legs to cooperate with his brain.

“Scher dich zum Teufel! Bitch! What the hell do you want from me?”

“Nothing. Your cooperation isn’t necessary.” And the pain came again, wave after wave radiating from the floor. His body convulsed and time seemed to slow down to a crawl. He was vaguely aware of her presence as she knelt down beside him. Her voice rose and fell with the crashing waves of pain. Later he would not remember what was said, only the pain and the tone of her voice.

When time finally began to move again, she was holding his head as he vomited weakly into the basin. When he was done, he lay exhausted as she rubbed the sweat from his fur with the towels and offered him one of the bottles of water before sitting on the table to drink her own.

“Drink it. You need the fluids.”

He slowly sipped from the bottle. His thoughts were slow and jumbled. He couldn’t seem to reconcile this tormenter, this “Trainer” with the woman who had let him call her “Adrienne.” He seemed to hurt everywhere and he tasted blood where he’d bitten his own lip.

“I strongly suggest you get some rest, pet.” She took a long pull from the water bottle, then held it against her cheek. Her face was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat and her blouse clung to her. “I’ve got some things to do this afternoon, but we’ll pick this up again after dinner.”

“The fuck we will!” He pulled himself up to crouch between her and the door.

{I can’t take another session like this!}

“Again, it’s not up to you.” She slid off the table and when her feet hit the floor another shock rose up through the floor. This one was just painful enough to serve as a reminder of what she could do and he backed away.

The cell door opened at her touch and she locked it behind her. Then she vanished into the bathroom with the basin and he heard the sound of the shower through the open door.

By the time she emerged, he had climbed onto the table and had fallen asleep. Her dressing was interrupted by the delivery of their lunch and she left both trays within his reach before leaving her quarters.

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“Thank you for agreeing to see me, Commander.”

“What is it this time?”

“I’ve been giving my future a great deal of thought lately. I’m not stupid. I can see that Beta 6 is quite likely to be my last Subject if Project Marionette is as promising as the first round of testing makes it out to be.”

“There are people who have high hopes for the project.”

“I think both of us agree that my skills as a Trainer have been much more valuable than my mutant ability would be in the field.”

“Up until now, yes. But this project makes up in quantity what it lacks in quality.”

“But, these ‘marionettes’ are not capable of the complex behaviors of my Subjects.”

“What do you want, Alpha 9?”

“I want him. I want to go into the field as his Handler.”

“I see.”

“I can achieve a greater level of control of the Subject than a typical Handler. As the one who initially implanted the commands.”

“I will take it under consideration, assuming you succeed in getting Beta 6 field ready before the deadline.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

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Before she returned to her quarters, Alpha-9 visited several of the common areas available within the range of her “leash” looking for old acquaintances. Not all of her “pets” had been involuntary ones. A whispered word here, a gesture there, and she knew they would come to her soon. It had been at least six months since she’d “played” with any of them. It was safer to let them choose the time and place, since she was under such close scrutiny.

When she returned to her quarters she had to look twice to see the boy, crouched in the shadows beneath the table, only the sullen yellow glare of his eyes showed any signs of life. She stifled a pang of guilt as she bustled about the room, disposing of the empty meal trays and changing into a t-shirt and shorts.

As she expected, the man delivering their dinner was one of her “pets” and she invited him in for a moment, ignoring the boy’s glares. He was older, short with thinning brown hair and pale, almost colorless eyes. His gestures were quick and anxious. He wore a dark blue uniform.

They spent a few moments in quiet conversation while the man helped her arrange the trays to her satisfaction and pretended to take her meal service order for the next day.

“Thank you so much, Charlie. It’s good to see a friendly face again.”

“Good to see you too, Ma’am.”

Kurt found himself watching them, anger rising as he saw her touch the man’s uniformed shoulder. He could tell from the man’s reaction that she had used her gift to give the man a little thrill. An unexpected surge of jealousy filled him. He scowled at her as she slipped his tray through the slot.

“Who was that?”

“No one you need concern yourself about.” She seemed unconcerned and returned to her desk to eat. “If you want anything special let me know.”

He didn’t bother to answer her as he ate his meal silently, watching her out of the corner of his eye. After watching her pick at her meals so often, he was surprised to see her dig in with a real appetite for once.

“Where have you been?” He blurted out. She turned slowly to look at him.

“I don’t like your tone, Beta 6.” She turned back to her meal and took another bite.

“So it’s like that is it?” He mumbled to himself as he returned his attention to his meal. He finished his meal before her and shoved the tray back through the meal slot, just a bit too hard and it clattered to the floor.

“Throwing tantrums are we?” She took a long sip from her tea and wiped her mouth. “Well, you’ll get your share of attention soon enough.” She collected the trays and quickly mopped up the mess before collecting her basin. This time he waited in the shadows for her.

“Up on the table, please.” She waited a beat, then the floor beneath him began to tingle in warning.

“Go to Hell!”

“On the table.” The tingle became a burning sensation. He leapt for her with a growl and managed to knock her back against the bars. But she was ready for him this time and she hit him with a jolt that sent him to his knees. Enraged now, he sprang again. This time the shock was stronger and he collapsed on top of her. Instead of letting him fall, she held on to him tightly as she continued to send increasingly painful shocks through his body. Finally, he blacked out.

When he woke, he was strapped tightly to the table. She knelt over him, hips straddling his thighs, the tip of his tail held firmly in one hand.

“You’ve been bad.” The sensitive tip of his tail began to feel warm. The sensation grew until it became painful.

“Stop.”

“I don’t think so.” He began to sweat as the pain increased, throbbing now. He clenched his teeth to hold back a moan.

“You seem to have forgotten your place here.” The pain increased again and he feared he would black out again. He’d known his tail was sensitive, but he’d never realized how vulnerable it could be.

“Who am I?” The pain increased slightly.

“Trainer…” He panted. The pain dropped off slightly.

“Who are you?”

“Kurt.” The pain increased again, worse than before and he grunted between clenched teeth.

“Again, who are you?”

“Crazy bitch! Whore! You do this to that Charlie?” It felt like she was burning the skin from his tail. He screamed.

“Who. Are. You?” Each word was punctuated by a wave of pain radiating from her up his thighs towards his crotch.

“Aieee!!! You are insane! Beta…Beta 6.”

“Good boy.” The pain vanished. He watched dazed, as she took the tip of his tail and kissed it. Then he shuddered as she licked the sensitive tip. Her eyes were inky black pools as she watched his face. He could see her nipples hard and tight through the thin t-shirt and he could feel the warmth of her center where it rested on his thighs.

{Sadist! She’s getting off on this!}

“Who the hell are you? Did yesterday mean anything to you at all?” She blinked and let his tail slip free of her fingers as she studied him.

“I am your Trainer.”

“You said you wouldn’t lie to me…” He held his breath as she shifted her weight forward, leaning over him until her face was inches from his. He could feel the heat from her body next to his and the smell of her arousal reached his sensitive nose.

“It meant everything to me. But, it changes nothing.” She looked away from him. “I think that’s enough for today.” She pulled away and reached to release his left wrist.

“Wait.” His tail wrapped around her waist and he squeezed gently. He tugged her hips gently at the same time he raised his hips to press his growing erection against her. His heart beat rapidly in his chest.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, pet.”

“Please…Ma’am.” He licked his lips as he watched her expression. “If you don’t trust me, leave them on.”

“I hope you live long enough to regret this.” She stared at him for a long moment before slowly leaning down to give him a long slow kiss. Then she moved her attentions lower to his chest where she first playfully licked each nipple before biting down hard on the left one.

“Ow…..aahhh.” His cry of pain became a moan as her hands reached down to grasp his cock and cup his balls without releasing his nipple. After a long moment of conflicting sensations, she released his abused nipple and began to trail kisses lower. As she moved down, her hands slid to the inside of his thighs to scratch and pinch firmly. He hissed in response, his cock now aching.

When her mouth reached the thicker fur at the base of his cock, her hands began to trace fiery trails of energy up and down his thighs. Then she lifted her head to meet his gaze as she opened her lips to take the head into her mouth. Her tongue moved all over the head as she explored every millimeter of it.

{God, that feels good.} His mouth opened into a wordless moan that became a hoarse grunt of surprise as he felt the first tingle of energy – inside her mouth!

“W…wait…not there!” He could hear…and feel her chuckle as the intensity increased. His hips bucked involuntarily as she took more of him into her mouth. One of her hands left his thighs to grasp the base of his dick as the other caught his balls in a grip just short of bruising.

‘Aaaaahhh….damn…oh…God.” He couldn’t seem to speak as his body reacted to what she was doing to him. Her hands moved in time with her mouth and the thrumming energy within. Just when he felt he would explode into her mouth, she stopped, letting his cock fall from her mouth with a wet “pop.”

“Don’t worry, pet. I know what I’m doing.” He heard her chuckle again as she moved again to straddle his hips, grinding his erection against her cloth-covered crotch. He held his breath as he watched her reach up to strip off her t-shirt revealing her rounded breasts and their hard nipples. She placed a finger on his lips and he opened them obediently to suck on the finger. Then she pulled it from his mouth and traced a circle around one of her nipples and he could see small sparks dancing around her fingertip. She then licked her own finger and repeated the fascinating display on her other nipple.

“Tell me what you want, pet.” She continued to play with her nipples as her hips moved slightly against him.

“I want…to be inside you…Ma’am.”

“Good boy.” She shifted so that she could wiggle out of the shorts, tossing them aside. Then she shifted again until the head of his cock rested at her opening, already slick with her juices. She held her hips still as she leaned down to nip at his chest and her hands trailed sparks along his ribs. He strained upward, trying to thrust his cock into her, but she shifted with him, teasing him.

“Bitte…please…” He panted in frustration. His tail closed around her waist again and pulled her towards him. She gave a low laugh and began to slowly lower herself onto his dick. Each time he attempted to thrust, she moved away, foiling his attempt. Only when he lay still under her did she finally sink down until his cock was buried within her. Then she began to ride him, slowly. After several moments her movements became faster and her breathing harder.

“Fuck me, now.” She commanded and he began to thrust.

“Harder.” He watched as she threw her head back, her face flushed and her breasts bouncing. He bucked as much as his bonds allowed, gripping her waist tightly with his tail. She bit her lip and a moan escaped her. Then her body arched and he struggled to support her with his tail as she came with a guttural cry. Then she leaned forward, resting her weight on his chest as she kissed him roughly. Now he was thrusting frantically, feeling his balls tighten.

“Come for me, pet.” Then she bit him hard on his shoulder and he shouted in surprise as his climax washed over him. When it was over he lay dazed as she trailed lazy circles in the sweat-matted fur of his chest and belly. She kissed him once more.

“For the record. I never have and never will do that with Charlie.” Then she released his left wrist and rolled off the table and walked out, locking the cell door behind her.

Translations from Babelfish and/or http://www.dict.cc: (I don’t speak German.)

(1) ”Good morning.”
(2) “Damn you!”