Reformed Sinner or Expecting the unexpected

Thanx guys and girls! ^^



Gimpy - yeah, the 'arguement' between Logan and Creed is gonna be in it (after all, chapter six was only a dream) I'm just working out how best to do it (btw could you recommend any Logan/Creed fics?) As for angst...one shall as always endevour to try ones best



Chicken - *waves a flag for three days grace* yay! Well...I *did* want to get hold of everyones attention ;) p.s. because I'm an evil genius?



Lina - LINA! *hugs and kisses* aw hun *blushes* you're too kind ^^



Ok, in all honestly people, I know chapter six was a bit abrupt but I really, really, really wanted some smut (what?! I can't help it, hormones and pheremones and fics oh my!) in amongst the angst - and what better way to prolong smut than wet dreams? As for the length of time it took me to churn this chapter out, I'm simply going to blame it on the worst cold Ive had in my entire life (damn scottish winters) and please forgive the delay ;)



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Chapter seven



The tension in the breakfast room the next morning was palpable, everyone was oddly silent. The proffesor was missing from the head of the table, in weekly council with Victor Creed, Ororo sat in his place as he wished it, exchanging silent questioning glances with Kitty, Rogue, Jean, Iceman and Gambit...Cyclops was still on gaurd duty. One of the chairs scraping back sounded too loud in the silence as Kurt stood up,



"Excuse me" He mumbled before teleporting from the room. Jean covered her nose with one hand, waving away the brimstone scent,



"What was all that about?" She asked with a frown,



"He's probably off to plot another hilarious prank" Hank mumbled, reaching out for his orange juice and unintentionally catching the Wolverines eye. Logan watched as the doctor blushed a blue so dark it was almost black,



"You alright, blue? You're glasses are steaming up" Bobby said, leaning forward with a concerned frown before a teasing smile tugged one corner of his mouth, "I thought it was only women who got hot flushes" Hank glared at him across the table, feeling his skin get hotter as everyone turned to look at him,



"I would have suspected even *you*, Bobby, to have noticed the thick, royal blue fur that I am sporting these past few years?" The half smile that the doctor forced dispelled some of the tension in the room, no one other than Hank noticed Logan slip out of the room.



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He'd tried. He really had to concentrate, to act normally...he'd spent nearly an hour trying to figure out how to make bubbles errupt from the Proffesors wheel chair - a *whole* *hour*...usually it was fifteen minutes tops and that was one his most daring and outrageous pranks. Kurt grinned to himself, ducking under a mechanical arm that was heading towards his head at a far too rapid speed - gluing all of Hanks lab equipment down had been a stroke of genius. He grabbed hold of the arm, using the things momentum to carry it up and over his shoulder...



Logan strolled into the Danger Room as if he'd been invited. Lighting a cigar, he leant against one of the many trees that surrounded the clearing. He never understood why Kurt insisted on using *this* programme for training. The lush forest was totally out of context with the futuristic robots that the blue german fought against. Logan watched the fight, holding his cigar between two fingers. Kurt, though small and lithe, was an impressive fighter...when Logan could spot him for a second in the cloud of dark blue smoke before he would teleport again. Kurts shirt was hanging on a nearby branch, Logan absently reached out for it as he tried to keep track of flashes of deep blue skin, the hint of that blue skin pulled over taunt waist muscles, a brief glance of pants riding just a little too low on writhing hips - exposing the sharp, smooth curve of a hipbone. Logan slowly slid down the tree, pulling his knees up to his chest in an attempt to hide his raging hard on. God, it was unreal how flexible that elf was...



Kurts frown of concentration deepened, it had got to the point where he was barely aware of the fight, so involved in his thoughts as he was. It was almost like meditating. He huffed a sigh - prehensile tail wrapping around something that snapped - as his mind circled around the other dream and focused on the *kiss*. Kurt wasn't sure what to even *think* anymore. Creed...it had been so unexpected and...and...Kurt blushed, he wasn't going to lie to himself, it had been a *good* kiss,



"Liar" He accused himself, aiming a round house kick to a robots head. It had been one of the two hottest kisses in his entire life. He hadn't realised how long it had been until the assasin, the *murderer*, had taken hold of him. And then!!! Whilst Kurt had been reeling from the sensation of skin on skin...of a hard, clothed cock pressed against him...Logan had...Logan had taken control...Kurt shivered mid air, grunting as a metallic arm slammed into his shoulder before he took the robot apart...he could still feel Wolverines lips, hips, chest pressed against him, there was a tiny dark bruise on his wrist from where Logan had slammed him against the wall...



Logans head snapped up, focusing on Nightcrawler, at the sudden burst of scent, of *pheremones* that poured off the german. Logan stood up, stubbing out his cigar and abandoning the shirt to move closer, half hiding behind a tree as he watched the blue elfs movements get sharper, more focused. Logan wasn't even aware of his own breathing flattening out, unconsiously copying Kurt until the elf shouted out to the computer to end the sequence. The robots vanished, leaving Kurt crouched against the floor, fingertips barely brushing the verdant grass, the other one raised defensively. Logan leaned forward a little, eyes rivetted on the supple glide of muscles beneath blue flesh as Kurt straightened up and stretched...



...Kurt closed his eyes, standing on tip toes and reaching up to the sky before leaning forward, bending at the waist. What he didn't understand was...why? Oh he knew he was good looking - he grinned to himself, opening his eyes to look at his knees, fingertips just brushing the grass - but Logan...well, there wasn't a female in the whole school who hadn't lusted after him at some point, and quite a few of the males had too...Kurt continued to lean forward, pushing gently off the ground into a handstand, eyes closed...and Creed wasn't exactly an eyesore and damn but they were both good kissers. Kurt sighed, reaching up with one hand to scratch his nose -



"Watcha thinkin?"



"Logan!" Kurt looked up to see Logan standing in front of him, the Nightcrawler lost his concentration and ended up in a sprawled heap at the Wolverines feet, "Vhat are you doing here?" He asked, just a little ungraciously. Logan raised an eyebrow, offering him a hand,



"I asked a question-" Logans voice died in his throat as their noses bumped together, "-first" He forced himself to step away, patting his pockets before realising he'd left his cigar behind,



"I vas thinking of zer next prank" Kurt lied - inwardly swearing at himself for doing so - "Your turn" He barely resisted the urge to fold his arms, wondering where his shirt was,



"You ran out at breakfast pretty quick" Logan shrugged one shoulder, soul aching when Kurt didn't meet his eyes, "l'm sorry" He said on impulse, suprised when Kurt looked up at him with confused blue eyes,



"Vhy -"



"The kiss" Logan said, breaking the gaze, running a hand over the back of his neck, "It was probably the pheremones..."



"O-of course it vas" Kurt stammered, grinning even as his heart broke, "I *vas* vondering if you vere just a randy bugger" He laughed, striding towards the trees in pursuit of his shirt. Logans gaze drifted down Kurts back, lingering on the pert little ass even as his mind wondered at the glassiness of Nightcrawlers smile,



"I was just caught up in the moment, I didn't mean -"



"Oh don't vorry about it" Kurt smiled, patting his arm aimiably before rooting around in the foliage, "have you seen my shirt?" Logan located the black cloth and handed it over, trying not to sigh in disappointment as Kurt put it back on. Nightcrawler chucked Logans shoulder,



"Wait -"



"Tag, you're it"



BAMPF



"Fuck"



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Kurt stalked along the corridors at too fast a pace. He'd had to stop teleporting five minutes ago - he couldn't do the buttons up on his shirt *and* teleport at the same time. He concentrated on the fiddly things wishing, not for the first time, that he used velcro or a zip or *anything* - Kurt walked into someone, falling back in suprise he looked up from where he was sprawled on the floor,



"Kurt, I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was - are you alright?" Hank frowned through squewiff glasses, shifting a stack of books from his hands to under one of his arms. It was the gentle concern in Hanks eyes, the kissing cousin of love that Kurt wanted to see so very badly but never quite - Nightcrawler shocked them both with the tears that seeped silently from his eyes, "Oh my stars and garters" Hank sighed, his heart aching at the tired pain in his friends eyes, "here now" Hank reached down, lifting the slight figure onto his feet too easily. Hank knew heartbreak when he saw it -



"Don't leave me" Kurt whispered, almost desperately holding onto his hand, tears still running down his face unchecked. Without the intervention of his brain and completely of its own accord, Hanks arm went around Kurts shoulder, drawing the shivering figure close against his side,



"Never" He promised softly as they started to walk. Through the suddenly hollow seeming corridors of Xaviers, Kurt allowed himself to be led down to the lab, nestled against the eternal warmth that Hank McCoy seemed to offer...no, there was no *seem* about it. Nightcrawler turned his face into the doctors chest, breathing deep of Hanks unique scent - all disinfectant soap from washing his hands so much, old books and -



"You've been eating Tvinkies again" Kurt commented, almost absently. Hank cleared his throat, putting his books down on one of the tables nearby, sittin Kurt down on one of the hospital beds,



"Every genius has his weak spot -" Hanks hand was caught in a vice like grip and he looked down into frightened eyes,



"Don't leave" Kurt whispered. The doctor allowed himself to be pulled down so he sat beside his heartbroken friend,



"Kurt, what on earth happened?" He asked softly, absently stroking soothing circles on Kurts back barely noticing it when Kurt pushed into the tender touch,



"It...it vas just a kiss" Kurts voice came out a whisper as he looked at his hands, "b-but I thought...I thought..." Hank caught Nightcrawlers shoulders as he hunched over even further, covering his face with both hands,



"Easy now" Hank soothed softly, suprised when Nightcrawler looked up at him, the lack of cheer in the blue germans eyes...the doctor had never realised how much something as simple as *laughter* was part of his friend before, "oh Kurt" He sighed softly, shaking his head and using a thumb to wipe away a tear - telling himself that it wasn't just an excuse to touch the other man. Kurts eyes were pleading, begging him to take the hurt away and for once in his life, Hank didn't know what to do, "I'm so sorry"



"It's not your fault" Kurt replied, sniffing a little, "vould you mind...?" Hanks eyebrow rose as Kurt tapped one of his thighs, not quite understanding (nor caring) what Kurt meant the Doctor nodded and was suprised when Nightcrawler climbed into his lap, his arms wrapping around the doctors neck as a soft sob escaped him. Hank made soothing noises, mumbling the kind of nonesense that he usually did to calm his patients down, rocking a little and rubbing circles on Kurts back as the smaller man shook. The little noises that Kurt was unintentionally making quietened down after a while, "it vas just a kiss..." He whispered, eyelids throbbing,



"I know...kisses are dangerous things" Hank said softly, pressing his own lips to the top of Nightcrawlers head, inwardly marvelling at the softness of his hair before berating himself - he needs comfort, McCoy, nothing more. Kurt looked up at him with wide amber eyes, "I know" Hank whispered, wiping away a bulbous tear with the soft pad of his thumb,



"Do you?" Kurt whispered back, his hands sliding down Hanks chest, picking up the hand that had come to rest on his thigh and moving it round to cup his ass as he leaned up for a tentative kiss. Hank indulged in the warmth for a mere fraction of a second before pulling away,



"Kurt, I can't, my oath -"



"I'm not asking you as a Doctor, Hank" Kurt breathed, shifting closer against him, moving to straddle the doctors lap, "I'm asking you as a friend" Hank looked up into pleading eyes, "please..." Nightcrawler whispered as he leant forward, "please let me know that it vill be alright" Hank leant up to meet the kiss, drawing Kurt into a tender, explorative kiss as his hand was guided to the growing bulge in the centre of Nightcrawlers pants. Kurt moaned softly into the kiss, not quite sure what he was doing but knowing enough that he *needed* this, *needed* Hanks tender fingers undoing his flies, *needed* the doctors clever hand on him, needed everything...everything Hank could give him. Kurt broke the kiss with a gasp, throwing his head back as Hanks hand grasped his cock firmly, using slow, sure strokes that made pleasure burst in gentle, hot waves through Nightcrawlers writhing body. Hank leant forward - any pretence that this was for Kurts comfort vanishing in his mind - to lick, bite and suck at the dark blue colomn of neck that was exposed to him, careful never to bite too hard, never to leave any mark. He'd forgotten the addictive taste of aroused skin, the heady scent of pheremones - he squeezed just a little harder, his thumb running over the head of Kurts cock, smearing the pre-cum there - the soft, breathy moans that Kurt was giving him in return seemed payment enough. Nightcrawler bucked into the doctors hand with a louder cry, wordlessly demanding it harder,



"Easy" Hank shushed, increasing his pace, his free hand stealing up the inside of Kurts shirt, threading through the light dusting of indigo fur and finding a perked nipple, it was with a simple twist that Kurt cried out - a babble of wanton german, the only word Hank caught was liebe - coming hard over the both of them before collapsing forward. Hank pressed a posy of gentle kisses against the delicious curve of Kurts neck as he reached over to the box of tissues on the side,



"Danke" Kurt breathed into his ear as the doctor cleaned the both of them, throwing the soiled tissues into the waste paper basket before tucking Nightcrawlers spent cock back into his pants,



"You're welcome" He replied, his voice a low purr, still aroused but ignoring it for the moment as his hands slid down to cup Kurts firm ass, lifting him and re-positioning him on the hospital bed,



"But you're -"



"I shall take care of myself" Hank interupted softly, gently stroking Kurts already sleepy cheek, "for now you need to rest, my friend" Kurt was already asleep, lips parted just a tiny little bit, just enough to be sweet. The doctor smiled and strode away to his office where he fisted his almost too hard cock, biting his lower lip to keep back any noise, and came harder than he could remember having done before. He quickly cleaned himself off and returned to the medi lab, finding the bed where he had left Nightcrawler and a hastily scribbled note that simply read: -



I O U

Kurt.