Institutionalized

INSTITUTIONALIZED CHAPTER FIFTY ONE (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE(tm), take a deep breathe and...okay, you can scream now. Unless it's less stressful than you thought, in which case, you can nap now! InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are loverly because they archive. :) Readers/Reviewers: The Killer Kitties (tm) and their Minions (tm) came back from the casino. They broke even. The armadillos, however, stayed on. Seems they were on a roll. In either case, thank you millions and billions of times over for reading and reviewing and making me a happy little authoress. See? I'm giddy! Wheeeeeeee!!!! Oh, and this chapter contains slash towards the end. I marked the start of the passage w/little asterisks so those of you skeeved by it can stop reading and go file your nails or something. Seriously, graphic slash. GRAPHIC. It's one scene, but if you don't like that sort of thing, stop when you get to the asterisks!


"Liar," Warpath bit out. "You are a liar!"
The confrontation had come sooner than the Professor expected. Warpath had shown up at dawn, looking maddened with something ineffable but strong. He had not even slowed down for Logan's shouted command, pushing into the mansion as if he knew exactly where to go, not realizing that his seemingly innate mental directions were the product of the Professor's commands. The downstairs library, a small affair that was little more than reference books and a stash of romance novels no one would admit to owning, was selected as the meeting spot, the Professor waiting and silent, willing and commanding everyone to leave them alone. Everyone except Emma and the two former Hellions already on site, that is. It had barely been an hour but already the strain of the meeting was evident on all participants. "I'mry, ry, Warpath, but you have been misled."
Emma remained silent and subdued, but angry. Roulette was the one who spoke then, saying in a dull, flat voice, "It's over Warpath. We lost."
Quietly, Roberto put in, "There is nothing for us to lose, Roulette...we needed to stop. You know it. We were just petty thugs."
Emma finally spoke up. t upt up, the lot of you. You have no idea..." Her eyes shone with unshed tears and she bit back the urge to sob like a child.
"Emma," the Professor said kindly as possible, "I know what it's like to feel out of control, to feel the anger and hate and avarice of others. I know how it feels to be inundated day in and day out..."
"I am not out of control," she snapped, leaning forward in her seat. "I know exactly what I'm doing!"
"Empath is dead, Emma," he said sternly. Roulette made a strangled noise and turned her face away and Warpath blanched. "He is dead because of. O. One of my students is deeply affected because of you. All because you wanted control. You wanted to lord your abilities and could not face the fact that you are a mutant..."
"I am a mutant," Emma spat, "but I am not ashamed!"
"Not ashamed," the Professor said thoughtfully, "but rather...you are scared."
"Why do you people keep saying that?" she cried, her vestige of iciness slipping for a moment.
Warpath surged forward, crowding the Professor and becoming slightly disconcerted when the older man did not budge. "Emma is afraid of nothing!"
On a cue unheard by anyone else, Logan entered the room. "C'mon, bub, we're takin' a walk..." He collared Warpath neatly and dragged him from the room, leaving a wide-eyed Roberto and Roulette flanking Emma before the Professor.
Roberto said quietly, "I couldn't do it anymore, ya know...she wanted us to come here, find out all we could about you guys so we could get over you easier. That's why we took all that stuff off the computer."
"I know," the Professor said quietly, with a hint of irony in his voice.
"And," Roberto continued, feeling bolder, "I hated myself. I didn't know that people...mutants...wanted to work with norms and try to get along with them..." He glanced at Roulette, still staring out the window, and continued in a rush, "Emma told us they hated us and the only way to deal with 'em was to be stronger, be harder..."
Emma hissed, "You know it's the only, Ch, Charles. Eric knows, Mystique knows..."
The Professor held up a hand casually and broke in, "And they are feeling the futility of their beliefs even now... "
"Eric and Mystique are building a Brotherhood of Mutants! A unified front against those who'd have us destroyed!" Emma's voice had taken on a shrill tone, almost panicked and petulant as a child.
" fai failed once," the Professor said sternly. "They will fail again. It is the way of the wicked," he said with a rueful smile, unable to help the turn for the theatric. "I will make you an offer and only this once. Roulette, Roberto and Warpath are welcome to stay here, to...repatriate themselves to society, as it were. We will be running this institute as a school come the fall and I feel that they will most certainly benefit from an experience here. As for Empath..." The Professor sighed and puffed out a breath before continuing. "Emma, you may make arrangements as you see fit. From what I gleaned from Rogue and her absorption of him, he had no family other than that which he found with you."
Roulette sobbed then, burying her face against the arm of the chair she was sitting in. Roberto looked down at his knees and took in several deep breaths. "So many," he said quietly. "Proudstar, Bevatron, Catseye...and now Empath.1 I feel like I'm soaked in blood," he trailed off, looking at Emma with watery, red eyes. "I don't care what you say...I'm staying here. I want to change. I want to...to stop this!" He stood suddenly and turned to flee, seeking to be away from Emma as fast as he could. He barely registered the door opening on it's own as he ran from the room.
Roulette remained stonily silent for a long while, Emma's ragged breathing the only sound in the room. The Professor let the silence reign until finally Roulette stood. "I need to pee."
"Down the hall to the left, first door." The Professor did not even break his gaze from Emma's pale countenance as Roulette left. "Emma," he said finally, "that wasn't my entire offer. I am a forgiving man most of the time but I will not forgive without cause. I want you to get help, Emma. You need to get help... I know of a place where people such as us can go. They understand our...abilities. They understand what we go through..."2
"No one," she finally said miserably, "understands."
The Professor felt Firestar and Warren's approach, the emotions rolling off of the young woman like a tidal wave, a red alert to any telepath in the area. "Take the chance, Emma. What you have done cannot be undone but you can prevent it from happening again."
"Magneto," she began, only to be cut off by a sharp gesture.
"Is a fool!"
Emma started at the Professor's sharp burst of words. Slowly, she nodded. "Sure then...sure..."
Warren and Firestar filled the doorway then, the angelic man's wings fluffing in agitation. "I tried to stop her, to tell her that now wasn't a good time..."
"Now is fine, Warren," the Professor soothed. "Firestar. I am pleased to finally meet you...please, have a seat..."

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Kurt knew it was useless trying to get back to sleep after the scene in the basement. Instead, he joined Kitty, Bobby and St John in the rec room, listening to everyone else go back to their rooms where they would not sleep, either. "Warren said he and Wanda were out for a smoke when that girl came over..." he said, suppressing a yawn as Kitty leaned against his arm. "Schatz, I can't feel my fingers."
"Sorry, babe...here..." she shifted so that she lay with her head in his lap and soon she was breathing slowly, obviously sliding towards sleep.
Bobby, idly stroking St John's back as the other teenager stared off into space, trying to organize his thoughtto ato a semblance of order, said, "So is she a good witch or a bad witch?"4
Kurt snorted softly. "Good, I think. She was just worried that Warpath had got here first..."
Kitty, not quite as asleep as Kurt had thought, said drowsily, "I thought you were gonna rip his head off when he came in here..."
St John smiled faintly then. They had all heard of Kurt's ordeal with Warpath and how Firestar had helped him and Tabby and Kurt's reaction on seeing Warpath and in their home at that had verged on the comic. "The double take alone was priceless, man," the blonde said, focusing on Kurt's eyes in the dim room. "I wish I'd had a camera."
"Klappe, it's not funny," Kurt groused, but Kitty nudged him in the ribs and he sighed. "Okay, maybe a little."
Bobby rolled his eyes as he slid his arm around St John's waist and pulled him closer. "Where do you think Logan took him so fast?"
"I don't know but I'm just glad I'm not Warpath!" Kurt sighed harshly and let his head fall back to rest on the back of the couch. Kitty was starting to snore softly and her fingers were twining around his tail as she dozed, not even realizing she was petting him as she did so. He found it very relaxing, especially with her snuggling closer against his stomach as she did so, her toes tucked into the space between the cushions in order to keep them warm. "What time is it?"
"Four thirty. Ish." Bobby did not even bother checking his watch, sighing softly as St John leaned against his chest. "We should try and sleep."
Kurt nodded vaguely. "We should."
"We won't, though," St John said. "We're too wired."
"Ja,' Kurt yawned. "Wired." He yawned again, a wide, jaw-cracking yawn, and closed his eyes. "I'll just rest my eyes a minute, though, and take Kitty up to her room. She's drooling on my leg."
Bobby and St John snickered softly as Kurt readjusted so that he was laying against the arm of the couch, carefully moving Kitty so that she did not wake and that she was spooned against him. "Night, Kurt," Bobby murmured, only to be met with a vague snort from Kurt that could have passed for a snore. Quietly as he could, he asked, "Do you want to go to bed? We can probably get a few hours in before Logan decides we all need a death march or something..."
"Ugh...don't mention things like that. I'm almost in a good mood now and all I want to do is lay here with you and just be quiet!"
"I can do quiet," Bobby said, poking St John gently in the ribs. "You're the one who has problems being quiet!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, mock-offended. He pinched his boyfriend's leg a little more sharply than Bobby would have liked and said, "It's your fault anyway!"
"Thank you," he said, laughing a little. "I'll take that as a compliment for my sexual abilities."
"Ladies and gentlemen, the ego has landed," St John drawled. "So does that mean you don't like it when I do things then, since you're so quiet?"
"I never said that!"
"Hmmm..." St John shifted so that he could look Bobby in the eyes. "No, you didn't, did you?" As he spoke, he moved his hand from Bobby's knee to a spot further up the inside of his thigh. Tracing small circles and random patterns there, he continued, "Just because you have this great self control doesn't mean you don't enjoy my attentions, does it?"
"Exactly," Boburmuurmured, somewhat torn. He wanted to go to one of their rooms immediately, before they woke Kurt and Kitty, but he was loathe to move from the spot they were in as it would mean St John had to stop the upward progress of his wandering fingers. "Oh!"
"Not so quiet now, are you?" St John teased, squeezing the growing evidence of Bobby's arousal just enough to send warm currents of desire and need coursing through both of their veins.
"Be good," Bobby muttered weakly.
"Aren't I always?"
"Cocky brat," he grumbled teasingly.
"Not yet," St John snickered, kissing Bobby on the cheek, then the corner of his mouth before deepening the kiss. He began rubbing Bobby through his pajama bottoms, feeling his own body tighten in response, begging for some relief from it's current aroused state.
Bobby groaned into St John's mouth and pushed himself against his grasp, breaking the kiss to gasp softly for air. "St John..."
"Shhhh," was the only response he received. St John pulled back slightly and looked at Bobby for a long moment, a grin playing on his lips. Quickly, as if he were trying to do something before losing courage, he kissed the other teenager on the lips again and scooted to lay down on the sofa. Bobby bit down hard on his lip as St John freed him from his pajamas, the elastic scraping his length making him hiss at the errant incident. "I'm sorry," St John said so softly as to almost be unheard. "Want me to kiss it and make it better?" His mouth was on Bobby before the other teenager could do more than gasp and bat ineffectually at his boyfriend's attentions. Bobby's hands fell to his sides as St John laved his length, running his tongue from base to seeping tip, swiping at the fluid accumulating there. St John paused for a tantalizingly painful moment before taking just the first few inches of Bobby's length into his waiting mouth, involuntarily pushing his own hips against the sofa cushions in response to his own desires. Bobby stifled a groan against a throw pillow as St John's attentions became more fervent. The blonde teenager's lips and tongue were nearly driving him to moan loudly, only a great dint of will keeping Bobby silent, as well as the fact that he was biting down so hard on the throw pillow that he was dimly surprised that he had not torn a hole in the fabric.
"St John," he finally managed to gasp out as he felt a familiar and lovely tightening begin in his stomach, "not here..." He glanced nervously at Kurt and Kitty, a human knot on the opposite sofa, seemingly dead to the world.
St John looked up and grinned, slowly sliding Bobby's length from his mouth before saying, "A little late for that, don't you think?"
Bobby made a silent vow to return this potentially embarrassing but altogether wonderful gesture later, preferably when he had at least ten minutes to catch his breath, and closed his eyes as St John took him back into his mouth readily, the coursing fire in his veins making him clutch convulsively at the blond's neck and the back of his head, the urge to moan almost to great to resist. His climax was taken entirely by St John, swallowing and laving nearly frantically as Bobby arched his hips upward, seeking more of the feelings already ebbing. "You," he said finally as St John carefully re-arranged his clothes and scooted to sit next to him, resting his head on Bobby's shoulder as he strove to avoid drawing attention to his own extreme arousal, "are a wicked little person."
"No so very little," St John said, laughing shakily.
"Let me be the judge of that," Bobby said, laughing as he pushed St John to his feet. The two walked quietly but quickly from the rec room, breaking into a near-run as they crossed the foyer to the stairs.
The rec room was very quiet for a long time and finally, Kitty said, "Are they done yet?"
"Mein Gott, I hope so..."


1 All former members of the Hellions. Again, I'm off canon here.
2 Who knew there were such vast mutant resources in the world? I didn't. My muses, apparently, have a yellow pages of such things, lol.
3 The following passage contains slash. Either deal with it if you don't like it or stop reading and catch up with chapter fifty two when I recap.
4 Random Wizard of Oz reference