Constant Craving

CONSTANT CRAVING CHAPTER SIX (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply


A/N Goddess Foxfeather is wonderful and groovy for betaing in the face of actual work...Ted, do her work for her the rest of the week so she can have a break! InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink get extra special Kurt and Kitty points for archiving...lots of 'em! InterNutter also gets an extra one for teaching me a new word...lol. Readers/Reviewers: I got chills. They're multiplyin' and I'm losin' control...cause the power you're supplyin' is electryfin'... (See? I told you GREASE would come in somewhere....Vampyre is spared because she is full of RHPS goodness and 2-D is her slave).



Thanksgiving break loomed large in Bayville. It was Friday afternoon, the air was cool and laden with drifting leaves, students filtering out of class minutes before the final bell and dashing to their cars and the buses ahead of the crowd of obedient ones. Kitty was part of the filtering students, trailing Rogue and Amara as they talked in conspiratorial tones about The Plan, capital letters plainly emphasized. "So, how do we initiate this?" Rogue asked over her shoulder.
Kitty sighed. "For the last time, just wait and see if they act all stupid and if they do, hold out. Don't tell 'em you're holding out, don't tell 'em you are the reward for not being a schmuck, just hold out." That way it isn't technically a weapon, is it? Giving herself a mental pat on the back, Kitty hurried to keep pace with her friends.
Amara seemed more put out about the idea than the other girls. _Okay. It isn't like were going at it like rabbits. Well, not lately. But it'd be nice to do it and not have to think of rules...Besides, it's hard to think straight when he's all growly and looks at me like that... _ Shaking herself, Amara said "Well, what do we do if they catch on and stop acting like idiots?"
"Put out," Rogue said loftily. "And don't you make that face at me, Amara."
"I just don't understand..."
"Rubbers, Lass!" Rahne said cheerily as she bounded up next to the trio. "Rubbers and lots o'caution!"
"Thanks for the mental picture, Rahne." Amara made a moue of disgust and earned a slap on the back of her head from Rogue.
"Shut yo'mouth, girl, or I'll shut it for ya! Let's leave my sex life alone!"
"Sex life?" Todd's voice piped up from the doorway leading off the science lab into the courtyard where the girls had come to a halt. A bell ringing in the distance let them know they were about to be drawn into a throng of students eager to get their holidays underway.1 "Who's got a sex life?"
The girls exchanged wary glances, Rogue's more panicked than the others. Todd lumbered over to join them under the weight of his book bag, Lance close on his heels. "No one," Kitty said finally.
"Speak for yourself," Lance murmured, giving Amara a rather heated glance. The Nova Roman raised an eyebrow and inclined her head in acknowledgement, but gave no other sign of interest.
"Where's everyone else?" Kitty craned her neck, trying to see through the burgeoning crowd.
Automatically, they had moved to shield Rogue from being touched, a product of habit rather than conscious thought, and in doing so pushed her and Todd closer together. "I, um, don't see a thing, yo..." Todd said thickly, his eyes fixed on Rogue's breasts, directly before his eyes. _I am so glad I'm short... _
Rogue, pretending not to notice, grinned to herself and drew her shoulders back in a disaffected manner. "Well, I say we give Kurt five minutes then we book."
Kitty frowned but knew that they would all wait if she asked, even Lance who was sidling closer to Amara and looking anxious would hold his horses. Rahne cleared her throat once, twice, then spoke. "Look...I'm gonna walk on over to meet wit Jamie...okay?" She was already backing a her her attention elsewhere.
"Sure," Kitty called as the Scottish girl disappeared into the crowd, her short pigtails visible briefly then absorbed into the crush of bodies now dissipating. "They are almost disturbingly cute..."
"It's just weird...Jamie's a kid!" Jubilee popped up as she always did, bright and colorful and loud, making Rogue start before rolling her eyes.
"You had your chance!" the Goth said with mock-superiority.
Jubilee grinned cheekily. "Trust me...Jamie could never do most of the stuff Remy knows how to do..." She winked broadly at the collective grimace. "Hey! There they are! Scott! Jean! Kurt! Shake your moneymakers2! I wanna start vacation pronto!"

Kurt found the ride home to be unbearable. Kitty was sitting pressed against him and seemed to be in a good mood again, joking and laughing with everyone and flirting with him in ways he had dreamed about for the first year or so he knew her, before they got together. Every time she tossed her ponytail or bit her lip when she looked at him with wide eyes, Kurt felt his heart leap, among other things. Every time she inhaled, he did, too. His eyes traveled from her hair to her face to her neck, to the swell of her breasts before his throat grew dry and he felt his hand scramble for hers, clutching her fingers in his and stroking the back of her hand with this thumb. "Katzchen," he whispered, low so as not to be heard amongst the conversations criss-crossing the Jeep.
Kitty felt the butterflies in her stomach again and found she could not look directly at Kurt. She could feel his eyes on her, begging her to look at him, but she felt as if she would burst into flames if she did. "Mmmm?"
"When we get home, I think it's time for another German lesson..." In truth, Kitty's German was coming along nicely, though her accent was close to bad and she had the tendency to throw Yiddish in whenever she could not think of the proper word. _No one needs to know that but us, ja? _ Kurt thought to himself.
Kitty had to clear her throat before she answered him, but she was able to ask softly, "And what sort of thing will we be learning today?"
Kurt scooted as close as he could, looping his arm around her shoulders, still holding her hand, and letting his tail snake around her waist. "I was thinking of verbs..."
"Verbs? Like...?" Kitty dropped her chin to her chest, her cheeks hot. She could see Kurt smile out of the corner of her eye and fought the urge to kiss him senseless then and there.
"Um...let me see...knutschen.3" Kurt's breath tickled her ear and she shuddered happily.
"And what does that mean?"
"I'll show you later..." He brushed a lock of hair from her face and bit his own lip as her breath hitched. They were pulling through the gates of the mansion's grounds now, Rogue whistling under her breath and studiously ignoring Todd, who was trying to get her attention. "Like...now? Is now good?"
"Huh?" Kitty felt a sharp jerk and a brief sensation othiothingness and then found herself in Kurt's room. "Obvious, much?" she asked after a moment, a roil of nausea washing over her, a feeling that ys cys came to her when she was 'ported unexpectedly.
"Like they'll care..." He was already walking her backwards towards the bed, kissing her cheeks and lips softly, nipping with his fangs and making her shiver.
"Kurt...baby...holo..." Kitty always found it disturbing when they would even kiss while Kurt had his holo on, like she was cheating on him with himself.
"Anything for you, Liebes..." Kurt became the blue, fuzzy elf Kitty loved in the blink of an eye, pulling her flush against his body even as she pulled him to her. They had reached the bed and he was trying to get her to lay down without breaking his kiss, but Kitty refused. "What's wrong?"
"Kurt, I want you to know that I wasn't mad earlier...just confused. I mean, I always thought you were so open minded..."
"Brotherhood again?" When Kitty nodded, Kurt sighed agitatedly. "Katzchen, I can't help what I feel anymore than you can."
"I at least tried and found out they weren't so bad after all...I mean, they're really trying to fit in."
Kurt pulled away then. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were _trying _ to pick a fight with me!"
Kitty felt her eyes prick with tears. "No...I'd never...but it's just important to me that you try..."
"And it's important to me that _you _ try and understand that my feelings towards those guys won't change anytime soon..." Kurt stepped to her again and tightened his arms around her waist. "Can we talk about this later?" He ducked his head and pressed a soft, slow kiss to the crook of her neck, delighting in the feel of her warm skin and the leap in her pulse.
Kitty felt sick. She had never outright refused to sleep with Kurt before and she did not want to do so now, but she knew that she had a pla uph uphold, no matter what emotional pain it caused. _Be strong, Kitty. Be strong...If they don't stop this infighting, things around here will go to Hell in no time flat. _ "You know, talking about this later wouldn't be a bad idea..." She felt Kurt smile into her neck and took a deep breath before what she did next. "I've got a headache. I'm gonna go lay down!" She phased from his arms and fled, leaving an agog Kurt sputtering , arms still open as if she were in them.

Amara felt Lance watch her as she flipped through the CD's she had cadged from Jubilee. "She listens to crap..."
Lance snorted. "Well, we can't all be perfect Miss I-Like-Gregorian-Chants-Because-I-Understand-What-They're-Saying..."
"Shut up. And it's not like I dance around to them...I just miss hearing Latin sometimes." She had learned quickly that Latin was the common name for her mother tongue, and that it was rare to hear it outside of some classes and Churches. _Wish they would talk about something other than God or Caesar...that gets boring... _ "Ah..." Feeling wicked, Amara selected the CD she had been looking for, one containing a dimly remembered song that would pop into her brain every now and then to irk her. "You going to stand there all day or do you want to sit down?" Lance was still lurking in her doorway, book bag hanging from one shoulder, as Amara fiddled with the sound system gracing a shelf in her armoire.
Lance shuffled over to the bed and dropped his book bag, flopping onto the yellow-clad mattress with a muted "thump" as he landed on his stomach. "So we've got two weeks with no school...all day just to do...whatever..." he said suggestively. Amara still had not turned around but he saw her shoulders stiffen. _Oooh...interested, Princess? _ "You know, Amara, I was wondering if you were mad at me for the other night..."
_Fuck me, is he bringing it up first? "What do you mean?" If he says he's sorry for being a jerk to the X Men, then I'll gladly fuck him silly right here and now... Where is that candle and those scarves? Can't tie anyone down without restraints now can I? _
"When I said I wouldn't come to bed with you?" Lance felt himself blush and chided his ego for feeling embarrassed for wanting to apologize.
_Oh. Not what I thought at all... _ "I thought you were talking about all that fighting with Scott and Kurt."
"Huh? Oh...fuck 'em. They want to be pricks then let 'em. Who needs the X Men?" Lance had conveniently forgotten the object of his most ardent desire and love was one of said group. "I mean, all they do is whine and Boy Scout around..."
Amara bit her lip to keep from snapping. Instead, she smiled in a manner she knew to be seductive and turned to face Lance, leaning against her armois shs she did so, thrusting her breasts forward to draw attention to their curve beneath her thin sweater. "I'm not mad that you wouldn't come to bed...but I am annoyed that you backtalked me in front of friends..." She made a pout of indignation and smiled inwardly when Lance's eyes took on a decidedly lusty gleam. "In fact, I think you need to be reminded of your place..."
"Where would that be, Princess?" Lance rolled to his side and proppedselfself on his elbow, his arousal clearly evident. "On top?"
"Hardly." Amara's smile grew decidedly animal. She pressed the button on the CD player and raised an eyebrow. "It is very warm in here for November, isn't it?" The music was loud enough to be heard but not so loud as to draw attention. Lance's eyes grew round as Amara began swaying, eyes closed, and singing to herself "I love myself, I want you to love me, when I feel down, I want you above me..."4 With deliberate but slow movements, Amara pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to one side, swaying and singing, turning and moving closer to the bed. "I don't want anybody else; when I think about you I touch myself..." She heard Lance's sharp intake of breath as she ran her hands down her neck and over her breasts, fingering her nipples as she did so. She suppressed a shudder of self satisfaction and let her hands move downwards, sliding her skirt down her legs. She opened her eyes then to look at Lance directly, taking in the faint sheen of sweat on his brow as she smoothed her hands over her hips and bent to draw her fingers up her inner thighs, kneeling on the bed as she did so. "Bad Lance..." she said huskily, moving so that his hands fell away even as he tried to reach for her. Singing again, she drew her fingers across the entrance to her womanhood, "I get down on my knees, I do anything for you..."
Lance thought his heart would stop as Amara slid one finger into her entrance."Amara," he growled, seizing her waist and pulling her down for a deep kiss, his tongue laving hers before she could pull away.
With a small smile, she pressed her damp finger to his lips and he drew it in, sucking her essence from it. "Lance, tell me the truth," she purred, rubbing against his leg in arousal. "Do you really think it's impossible to get along with the X Men?"
Eyes hooded with desire, Lance husked "Of course..."
Amara's personality slid into cool, efficient princess mode. "Okay then." In one fluid movement, she was off the bed and pulling her skirt up.
"Wha..." Lance knew now where the urban legend of a guy dying from blue balls came from. _God, this HURTS!!! _
"I'm with the X Men, Lance...you can't get along with them, you can't get along with me..."
1 Usually, Thanksgiving break is a few days-the day itself, Friday and that weekend. Bayville is lucky b/c I gave them two whole weeks...;)

2 Black Crows anyone?
3 According to Foxfeather, it means "to snog" which to us Americans means to make out like mad. Maybe some second base, no third.
4 I touch myself -DiVinyls. And what's sad is I know the words.