Generally I write something, post it, beat myself up over it, and edit the hell out of it the next day, I'm feeling a little meh about the quickie
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Left to her own devices for what felt like an hour, she had made it beyond the gate and down the road a ways worried that at any moment, all of her work would be undone and she'd teleport back to Kurt and his sense of humor. She had no idea where she was, only that the street was not populated by houses and as Xavier had informed her, it was about 400 miles from Massachusetts. How was she going to get back there? She had no phone or wallet to speak of, and her modesty returned when a truck drove by. "This is such bullshit," she touched the end on the thin johnny. The light was fading fast and nightfall was not too far away, so she spent her time concocting a plan to get herself home.
Dusk had crept in and brought with it the frosty cold of an autumn night. Her bare feet were numb on the cold blacktop. She passed what looked to be an old mill of some sort next to a concrete bridge that gapped a small stream, and then she heard it. She looked around to see where he was, but nothing stood out as out of the ordinary. A light caught her eye on the wall of the tall mill. The wall was completely covered in darkness, but the yellow glowing orbs could only be one person...thing... and that was Kurt. "Go away!" she continued to walk now that the mystery was solved.
"How did you know it was me?" he jumped off the wall and walked after her.
"You make a noise when you do that thing," she put her fingertips together and spread them outward to demonstrate the "poof" effect.
"Bamf."
"Bamf? What?"
"B-A-M-F, bamf" he had reached her side.
"Bad Ass Mother Fucker?" she excused him as being cocky.
"That too, but it's my sound, you know, when I teleport." he mimicked her hand gesture.
"Right," she stopped to face him, "part of me leaving, is you not following me,"
"It's dark, I can't let you be alone in the dark. It goes against my good nature," he met her eyes, trying to be less confrontational.
"I'm sure a little more than your 'good nature' brought you out here." She continued walking, " I want you and all of your 'higher learning' friends to keep away. I'd like to enjoy whatever I have of my life as normally as possible."
"I don't understand why you are choosing to die, especially -"
She abruptly turned around and marched up toward him, "Because you are scary, you have glowy eyes, a pointy tail, weird ears, and you speak in tongues"
"It's German, and so don't you."
"No, I don't speak German, you speak German and that's how I spoke it, but I don't."
Curious, Kurt decided to test just how scared of him she was. He bridged the gap between the two of them, and she gasped, stumbling back. He smiled, exposing the points of his teeth, "You'll insult me all day long, but you are scared to be near me? How does that work?"
"Just go disappear and terrorize a village or something, I'm going home." She turned and continued down the road.
He appeared in behind her and wrapped an arm across her torso, "Massachusetts ist that way," pointing in the opposite direction. She ignored his advice and headed toward the town she could see lit up in the distance.
Kurt watched her walk away, feeling somewhat defeated. A Bamf rang out behind her, she turned to look, and he was gone.
She had reached town, her feet frozen cold and came across a white vinyl sided building which read 'North Salem Police Department'. "How quaint," she commented and went in the glass front door. The women at the front desk, dressed in dark navy blue looked up at first with a pleasant face, and then with concern, "May I help you ma'am?" she arose to her feet.
"My name is SydneyKate, and I have been kidnapped." she smiled inwardly; revenge was hers.
She had been interviewed and given a pair of sweatpants and a man's button up shirt. She cradled a cup of warm coffee in her hands, an stared at the clock high on the wall. The door to the room she was in opened and the man who interviewed her had walked in. He smiled assuringly through his thick mustache, "We have gotten you a ride home, they will expla-"
"What is it?" she looked up when he paused. He looked like a statue. She stood up an waved her hand in front of his face.
Xavier rolled in, pushed by a dark skinned women with shockingly white hair. The gentlemen from earlier followed along with a red-head, and another man with red lensed glasses. Xavier made eye contact with her first, coming as close as he could without running her over. "I see you have found a way home," he looked at the man frozen in the room, "kidnapped, was it?" She received varied looks from his entourage.
"I was hoping I wouldn't see you again," she curtly explained.
"It's a pretty serious thing to accuse us of kidnapping, is that how you feel? Like you were kidnapped?"
"How else was I going to explain my lack of clothes and how I was so far from home without a shred of ID on me? It's not like I gave them your address and names."
"That is exactly what you did, though, Ms. Leander. You were planning to cause chaos and be far away from it before your plan had come to fruition. I am here to ensure you that no-such thing will happen."
"I already told them, there's not too much you can do unless you want to kill them all," she laughed feeling the ball was in her court.
"They don't remember you or your story, and your ride outside has left to go home for the night, not sure why he drove here." he reached out and grabbed her hand, "I'm not upset for this. You are acting out of fear and anger, but you have noone to be angry at. We are here to help you. You have my full support and that of the X-men."
Baffled by the Barney and Friends scene, she didn't have anything to say back; nothing smart or witty to slap him in the face with.
"Kurt," he called over his shoulder, Kurt walked in, giving a small wave before he vanished behind the group and then next to Kate. "take her back to the mansion, we'll clean up here." She took in a deep breath, feeling a sense of being wrong... perhaps a bit like an asshole. Kurt touched her shoulder and she was back in the main hall, near the mansion's front door.
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She reclined in a chase in a living room of sorts while Kurt was on the couch, waiting for her to say something. "What?" she hissed.
"You're just so, 'quiet'."
"Yeah, and?" she took her eyes off of him. She groaned for a moment and placed her hands on her lower back, adjusting her posture.
"Are you alright, fraulein, do you need anything?" his focus on getting back on her good side... if he had ever been there.
"I'm fine, my back is sore from walking, and that stupid chair at the station." She instantly felt guilty once she had mentioned the police station, having no right to complain. "Actually, is there a bathroom around here-- one that doesn't involve your bedroom," she clarified.
He hopped up and led her only a few feet down the hall, posing a grand-entrance pose at the door. She ignored the drama of his personality and shut the door behind her. She lifted the buttoned shirt and looked at her back to see it bruised badly under the skin. She pushed her finger into the bruise and the pain was sharp and unrelenting. "What the hell," she pulled her shirt down and looked back at the mirror to see Kurt up in the corner of the room near the ceiling. "Jesus fucking Christ." She opened the door and ran out of the bathroom, her heart pounding in her ears.
Kurt ran out after her, grabbing her arm, "You need to see Hank, there's something wrong with you," Kurt more panicked than she was.
"It's fine," she ripped her hand away, "it's just a bruise."
"Did you get hurt?" Xavier's voice called out from behind.
"No, it's just a thing, it's no big deal," not sure who she was trying to convince.
"I really want to believe you, Ms Leander, but your past behavior leads me to believe that you are perhaps less than honest. Especially now."
"Believe me when I say I want to go home."
"I thought we discussed this earlier, that you would stay so we could help you." Xavier reminded, clearly his attention was divided, undoubtedly rummaging Kate's mind.
"No, you discussed it. I was teleported here, again." she pressed her back into Kurt's chest.
"Going home won't make it all go away."
"You," she pointed, "keep out of my mind. If I wanted you to know something, I'd tell you. It's not a "gifted" problem, it's a chicken soup and rest one, which I can solve if I go home and get normal people medical attention."
"I can't let you leave, not with what you know and in your condition." Beast appeared at the other end of the hall and made his way to her. The women with the white hair stood beside Xavier - it felt like a coordinated attack, all her escape routes had been cut off. "If this is how we are going to play it," she said with her fists by her side, "then-" she dropped to the floor. Hank capped the needle he held and stuck it in the pocket of his lab coat. "Kurt," he touched Kurt's shoulder and Kurt bent down to touch Kate's back. The three teleported down to one of the lower levels.
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She awoke to a conversation about her in which she was not to participate in. Storm, Kurt, and Xavier were over with Beast, no doubt conspiring against her.
"Her kidney's are shutting down, and her white cell count it through the roof, I don't think the damage can be reversed. Even with the immuno-suppressant, her body is failing." Beast explained.'
"Wait," Xavier held up a hand and looked back, "You are awake, again." The group had turned to look at her staring at them. Beast came to her side and asked, "How are you feeling?"
"What," she tried to think of the appropriate words, "the fuck did you do to me?" She tried to sit up but found she could barely move.
"I warned you about this," Beast spoke dryly, "I can try to make you as comfortable as possible, but there isn't much we can do. You're body is shutting down vital organs. So far it's just your kidneys."
'Oh, that doesn't sound so bad." her lack of fire was more concerning than the kidney failure.
"Do you need to call anyone, friends, family?" Xavier had approached her side, placing her hand in his own.
"Shit," she said, "is this for real? Am I dying?" she tried to move her arm.
An uncomfortable silence hung in the air, and Beast felt it best to give everyone an excuse to avoid the awkwardness, "I think it best if we let her rest now, I'll be back to check on you in a bit," the door opened, allowing light in the dimly lit room, closed, and she was alone.
"You don't have to die, fraulein." A voice came out from the dark.
"You?" her annoyance was weak, but carried in her voice.
"Bitte lassen Du mich Ihnen helfen," he sat beside her.
"In English?"
He brought his face close and rested his lips upon her. She pushed her head back in the pillow to evade him, but it was futile. She parted her lips to say something and he used it as an means to dominate her mouth, pressing his lips harder and allowing his tongue to run over hers. She yelled out into his mouth and struggled to get away from him. He pulled away and hopped up on the bed, kneeling a leg on either side of her. "What the hell are you doing?" she said in disgust.
"Saving you, fraulein. Du know? The greater good?" the mischievous tone intertwined with his accent. He pulled the blanket down and cupped a hand around her breast. "You'll have to pardon my rudeness, but we're on the clock." Outraged, she went scream for help, but her covered her mouth with his and shoved his tongue in to silence her. He ran his free hand down her stomach and wedged his fingers between her legs. He ignored the insults being shouted into his mouth and rubbed her groin. Her eyes went wide, but she was helpless to do much else under his weight. He retracted his hands and pulled away from her mouth, the silence being disturbed only by their panting. "Und now, for my next trick,' he took both of her wrists into one hand and stretched her arms over her head, undoing his pants with the other, and then sliding them halfway down.
"Oh shit, fuck, please don't do this." she pleaded. He used his free hand to continue to rub her clit and hopefully get her as ready for this as she was going to be. "We've got ten minutes before Beast returns, you'll have to settle for the abbreviated version-" He allowed one of his thick blue fingers to partially enter her, trying to be gentle, but not shying away when he was met with resistance. She spit at him, hitting him just below the eye, so he in turn shoved his whole finger up in her, her body writhing underneath him. He smiled at her, allowing the points of his teeth to show, "Are you scared of me?" He asked, drawing his finger out from inside of her and sliding it back and for forth. She couldn't say anything through her panting, tears welling up in her eyes. He retracted his hand and licked the finger he had used on her. "Some people call me a demon," still holding on to her arms, he adjusted himself with the other hand and the the head of his shaft rested against her wetness. "and I try my hardest to prove them wrong," he slipped the tapered head in, and she reacted by tensing up and whimpering, "But I think here, sie habe Recht." He shoved himself in, feeling the strain of her body trying to accommodate him. He let her hands go and they immediately tried to push him off. Ignoring her feeble attempts to stop him, he grabbed her by the throat and angled her head up, reclaiming her lips under his own. She cried out in his mouth and he smiled as the virbrations of her screamed tickled his tongue and the roof of his mouth. He began to rock his hips, the length of him partially sliding out and then in, hitting her wall, causing what Kurt felt were the most wonderful sounds from her mouth, thus-far. Her arms dropped by her side, and Kurt took the surrender as permission to go faster. He released her lips and began pumping as hard as he could without breaking her. She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her lips together; an attempt to mentally check out of her situation. "You're quiet," he remarked, pulling her attention back in, and drew his face closer to his. She opened her eyes to look at him and brought her hands up to touch his chest. She hesitated for a moment, but chose to wrap her arms around to his back and pull him closer. "Please- please stop," she begged. Kurt continued his rhythm mercilessly until he was only a few strokes from cumming. He stopped himself noticing that Kate's arms had gone limp and her eyes were closed. She had passed out underneath him. Slightly amused he had fucked her until she passed out and feeling like his time was shortly up, he thrusted hard, yet slowly and came into her. His back stretched out and his mouth gaping open in ecstasy, he looked down at her with his piercing yellow eyes, hoping that some part of her felt it.
The door opened and Kurt pulled the blanket over Kate's exposed form. Beast took a moment to process the scene and Kurt scurried to pull up his pants. "You waited for her to pass out?"
He grabbed the back of his neck, looking slightly ashamed, "Nein, she started out conscious." He walked by Beast and patted him on the back. "If she wakes up, tell her she was great." Kurt BAMFed and left Beast to deal with the mess.
