One More Kiss For The Road

Heya as promised a longer chapter and there’s even some fun sexy stuff, enjoy!

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Chapter 8

Kurt was in the seventh level of hell, affectionately known as the mall, trailing after Rogue, leaded down with carrier bags. True to her word, when he had come upstairs after school to his room, he had opened the door to find Rogue rummaging through his closet systematically shredding a large selection of his clothes and dropping them on the floor with comments of disgust. There was a minute pile of clothes lying safely on his bed which had apparently gotten Rogue’s approval. Amongst them were the black combats and the burgundy shirt that he had worn on his first date with Pietro.

Kurt had stood there gob smacked, he hadn’t actually expected Rogue to go through with her idea to cull his wardrobe, if fact, when she hadn’t mentioned it all day, he’d half hoped she had forgot and he wouldn’t have to go shopping. A notion that was smashed to bits when Rogue had finally looked up and noticed his astounded presence. She hadn’t even given him a chance to bemoan the loss of over half his clothes before she’d grabbed him, forcefully hauling him downstairs to the X-Jeep so they could drive to the mall with a constant stream of happy chattering about how much he was going to like his new look and all these great new stores he was going to love.

Kurt’s terrified whimpering hadn’t fazed her in the slightest as she had continued talking, questioning whever he’d look better with a pure Goth kind of look or maybe something a bit more punk rock. Kurt had nearly ported out of the car in fear. In the entire time he had known Rogue he’d never heard her talk so much or seem so cheerful. It was bizarre. He wondered whever she had accidentally absorbed Kitty again, which led him to the predicament he was in now.

Kurt knew he was being a little churlish, it’s just he wasn’t particularly keen on shopping at the best of times. He did have to admit though that Rogue had a good eye and though most of the items were a little heavy on the Goth or punk rock sort of look, each thing she had nagged him into trying on and buying had really suited him and for the most part met his needs perfectly. Right now though, they were discussing or rather arguing the wiseness of Kurt getting piercings.

“Nein, Rogue, I can’t get anything pierced. How vould I explain ze fact zhat zhey could feel fur under mein hologram?” Kurt argued stubbornly. Rogue pouted before giving him a calculating look.

“But yah would get some if they wouldn’t notice yah’re fur, rhaight?” Rogue questioned a suspicious gleam in her eye. Kurt sighed. It wasn’t that he objected to piercings exactly, he wouldn’t mind getting his ear pierced or something, but it was just too much trouble and he had a feeling that Rogue wouldn’t let him stop at just a pierced ear.

“Ja, if zhe fur vasn’t an issue, I vould do it.” Kurt consoled Rogue, thinking that to be the end of the argument, but the fur on Kurt’s neck stood up in warning as he noticed Rogue’s beaming smile.

“Then no problem. Ah know ah guy here in thah mall that can do it.” Rogue smiled, pulling him towards the escalator.

“Nein, vhat about mein fur?” Kurt begged, resisting Rogue’s tugging on his arm.

“Thas easy tah fix. Mah guy’s always high as a kite. He won’t even notice yah’re fur.” Rogue said triumphantly as she dragged Kurt onto the escalator. Kurt’s eyes widened in fear.

“HIGH!! You vant me to get piercings off somevun who spends half his life in hippy heaven? Are you geisteskrank? (translation: insane)” Kurt squeaked, visions of himself with thousands of vicious holes in odd places running through his mind. Rogue frowned.

“Hey, ah absorbed yah, remember? Ah know what that means and don’t worry so much, Kurt, this guy might be high but he’s still good at his job. Ah’ve never heard of him screwing up yet.” Rogue reassured, dragging him to the tattoo and piercing shop before going off on a tangent about the many different piercings he could get, including body piercings! A subject that caused Kurt to try and make a break for it as they walked through the shop’s door, but Rogue had obviously been expecting an escape attempt and had slipped her glove off when Kurt wasn’t looking and as he broke away to port out of there, she had quickly brushed her bare fingers across his cheek. It wasn’t enough to completely knock him unconscious, but it was enough to muddle his mind enough for her to get him through the door and into the piercing guy’s chair. Kurt groggily came back to his senses just in time to stop Rogue from completely mutilating his body and face with numerous piercings.

They walked out of the shop an hour later, having reached a compromise. Kurt now had a simple garnet stud through his left earlobe. They had bought a sapphire one to switch it with, depending on what Kurt was wearing, and he had allowed another platinum stud with a platinum engraved ear cuff just above it through his upper left ear.

He also had a platinum bar through his left eyebrow and a stud with a ball bearing on it through his tongue. Kurt found himself fascinated with the vibrations it produced as he rolled his tongue. He smirked wickedly. Rogue hadn’t understood Kurt’s uncontrollable giggling when he had chose the vibrating one, but he couldn’t tell her the reason he was laughing was because he was imagining Pietro’s reaction to that particular accessory.

After 20 minutes of arguing, Kurt had even allowed Rogue to pierce the left upper part of the spade on his tail. It had a simple platinum hoop with a ball through it. The two teenagers fell out of the shops doorway, laughing uproariously.

“I cannot believe ve managed to get mein tail pierced. He must have been really flying.” Kurt laughed. His humour had returned as each piercing was done perfectly despite the man’s obvious doped up state.

“Ah know, he actually thought yah were purple instead of blue with pink spots and did yah hear him complement yah’re wings?” Rogue snorted.

“Ah still think yah should have gotten some body piercings too, though.” Rogue announced stubbornly. Kurt shook his head at this. They had spent half their time arguing about this. Kurt had refused absolutely all body piercings, mostly out of fear. Some of the ones Rogue had suggested had sounded downright painful. Having his tail pierced had been a huge concession on his part to appease Rogue. Although he had been curious about getting his nipples pierced, he had, in the end, chickened out.

“Maybe some other time, Rogue. Is zhere anything else ve need here or can ve go home now?” Kurt asked. Rogue stood back, looking Kurt up and down critically.

“We really need tah do somethin with yah’re hair.” Rogue announced. Kurt sighed. He’d been expecting this.

“Fine, do you know a hairdresser who’s high as vell? Cause othervise ze fur vill be a problem.” Kurt questioned, knowing that this was the reason he’d let his hair get so long in the first place. His hair had already been quite long, brushing his shoulders when he arrived at the Institute and it hadn’t been cut since. It had now reached nearly to the bottom of his shoulder blades, his long bangs a couple of inches below his chin. He’d been slowly adjusting his hologram to match, he was only a little more than an inch off its real length now. He’d been thinking about cutting it, but Pietro had said he liked it long. He could always pull it back in a band or something, he’d thought.

“Don’t worry about that. Ah can cut it for yah.” Rogue said, running her hand through Kurt’s hair, testing its length under the hologram.

“Vhat? I asked you to absorb a hairdresser for me months ago. Don’t tell me you actually did it?” Kurt questioned, mouth agape, remembering a time before he and Pietro had got together and Pietro had made fun of his long hair and he had been determined to cut the whole lot off. Of course he knew better now. Pietro liked his hair.

“Not on purpose, ah didn’t. Ah bumped into one by accident last week. She touched mah face as we fell down. It was just fah a second. She wasn’t unconscious but ah got enough memories tah cut yah’re hair for yah.” Rogue defended herself, giving Kurt a glare as if daring him to disbelieve her.

“Hey, I believe you. Does zhis mean ve can go home now?” Kurt smiled, raising his hands palm out in front of his face placatingly, making the new studded black leather bangles and chunky silver bracelets around his wrist jangle and slip down his arm a little. He obviously needed to do them up a little tighter.

“Yeah, we can do yah’re hair at home. Come on, let’s go, all this stuff is kinda heavy.” Rogue said, shaking some of Kurt’s bags that she was carrying as she proceeded to lead Kurt out to the car park. They had actually bought a lot.

Kurt was pleased, it meant he wasn’t going to have to go shopping again for quite some time. He also managed to pick up the cell phone Pietro had requested he get. He couldn’t wait to start playing with it. It was silver and a little larger than some of the models he’d seen, but he had chosen it because it had quite large keys which would be easier to use with his slightly thicker than normal fingers.

When they got back to the mansion, Rogue had persuaded Kurt to port her and all the shopping directly up to Kurt’s room. She didn’t want any of the others seeing him before he was finished. He was now sat in a chair with the hologram off. Rogue had sent him to the bathroom to wash his hair whilst she snuck downstairs to steal some of Beast’s medical scissors, which she had dubbed suitably sharp enough for hairdressing.

“Yah’re hair has gotten really long. Ah noticed yah have been changing yah hologram to match, but ah didn’t realise how long it was.” Rogue said as she combed Kurt’s parting slightly off to one side rather than in the middle as he usually wore it.

“Ja, I know. It hasn’t been cut since I got here. Vhat vere you planning to do vith it? I don’t really vant to go too short.” Kurt responded, purring slightly, enjoying the feel of someone playing with his hair. Rogue stepped back, considering for a moment.

“Ah don’t think we should cut it short. Ah think it goes with the look better long. It just needs messing up a bit. Maybe some layers and feathery bits and yah’re bangs need cutting, that way yah can just tie it back in a band most of tha time. It would look good like that.” Rogue decided. Kurt nodded his permission with relief that he wasn’t going to end up with something too radical, like a Mohawk or something. Rogues ideas were, thankfully, not too different to what he had thought about doing himself.

Kurt sat back and let Rogue go to work. By the time she was finished, Kurt had nearly fallen asleep from the soothing sensation of her fingers running through his hair but he was startled awake with a frigid blast of cold air from the hairdryer. Rogue had giggled as Kurt nearly jumped off the chair in shock, she had placatingly apologized, turning the hairdryer onto a warmer setting.

Once done, she had brushed Kurt’s hair into place and had tied it back with a black leather band. She had covered the mirror on the back of Kurt’s closet, refusing to let him see himself yet and started rummaging through the bags of clothes they had brought before handing out a bunch of clothes and turning to face the wall, demanding he get changed so she could see the full effect.

“Rogue, I am not getting changed vhile you are in zhe room, get out!” Kurt exclaimed embarrassed. Rogue huffed irritably.

“Don’t be silly, Kurt, ah’m not even looking.” Rogue argued, still turned away.

“Vhy can’t you just go outside?” Kurt whined, still holding the clothes and looking at the back of Rogue’s head.

“Cause ah don’t trust yah not tah take a peek at yah’reself while ah’m outside and ah want tah see yah’re face when yah see yah self for tha first time. Now stop being a baby and git changed. Look, ah’ll even cover mah eyes.” Rogue placated, covering her eyes, still facing the wall. Kurt went to stand behind his open closet door, giving himself even more cover as he started getting changed, grumbling viciously in German all the while.

“Kurt, ah absorbed yah, remember? Ah know exactly what all that means, now yah ready yet?” Rogue said, smirking to herself from her position facing the wall. It was all she could do to stop herself giggling at Kurt’s quite bad tempered moaning and his squeak of surprise as he remembered that Rogue really did understand German and knew that he had been calling her a bossy control freak.

“Ja, just a second. Ok, now I’m ready.” Kurt said weakly, damning Rogue’s powers that allowed her to translate his irate spiel as he stepped out from behind his closet door. Rogue was smiling widely so obviously she was pleased with what she saw.

“Oh mah gawd, Kurt, yah look perfect. Do yah want tah see yah self now? No, wait, there’s one more thing.” Rogue said, plunging back into the shopping bags, pulling out a couple of leather armbands which she tied around his upper arms and a necklace she had persuaded him to buy that he actually quite liked. It was a leather thong with some silver engraved beads on it and a silver fang hung down from the center of the beads. She tied it around his neck before pushing him to stand in front of the sheet covered full length mirror on Kurt’s closet. She pulled the sheet off with a dramatic flourish, finally revealing Kurt’s transformation to him.

“Tah dah!” Rogue sang proudly. Kurt stood still in shock, taking in his altered appearance. He was amazed, but it really did suit him. He was wearing a pair of black combats with dark blue trimming that clung tightly to his hips and ass as he moved to observe himself before flaring out slightly at the knee, allowing extra room for his unusual legs. A thick silver chain linked belt was threaded through the hoops of his pants, the excess chain swaying a couple of inches down the front of his left hip.

He was wearing a slim fitting tightly netted black short sleeved top that clung to his muscles flatteringly. He knew he wouldn’t be able to wear it out much as not only were his arms uncovered but you would be able to feel his fur through the holes. Rogue had said when he bought it that he could always wear it over something else. Apparently layering was the secret to Goth/punk wear. The embossed black leather arm bands sat high on his biceps accentuating the muscles there nicely whilst his wrists were decorated with a variety of studded leather and thick silver bracelets along with his usual chunky holographic watch.

The piercings Rogue had insisted on suited him too. They gave him a slightly harder wicked look, especially when he smiled, which he found he liked. She had in fact left his hair long, the cut was kind of choppy, making it look stylishly messy, letting plenty of strands work their way loose of the band she had used to tie it back and parted slightly off center. She’d cut his bangs much shorter and thicker than he’d had them, even when he first arrived at the Institute, the thick strands falling into his eyes at their shortest and graduating down at the sides to just below his sharp cheekbones.

Kurt hated to admit it but Rogue had done an amazing job. He looked good. He couldn’t wait to see Pietro’s reaction, especially to his tongue piercing, but he knew he was going to be made to parade around in front of the others at the Institute first. He smiled as he realised he’d also be able to complete the changes to his hologram tonight. If anyone noticed how different his features were they would assume it was due to his new look.

He looked over at Rogue’s expectant face. She looked like she was ready to burst. The biggest smile Kurt had ever seen her wearing graced her face. Kurt gave her a wide smile in return.

“You vere right. It does look good. Danke, Rogue.” Kurt admitted gracefully, considering all the complaining he had done while they were actually at the shops.

“Ah knew yah’d like it. We’ve gotta show tha others. Ah can’t wait tah see their faces, oh wait it just needs a little tweaking.” Rogue announced, hugging Kurt before once again rummaging through their bags pulling out yet another studded black leather bangle.

“Rogue I don’t zhink I need any more bracelets. Mein wrists are already covered in zhem.” Kurt protested. Rogue just smiled before grabbing the scissors and cutting a large length off the bracelet before stabbing a new hole through the seriously shortened scrap of leather and studs.

“It’s not for yah wrists, it’s for yah tail, here look.” Rogue said, buckling the shortened bracelet around the bottom of Kurt’s tail above the spade. Kurt swished his tail experimentally. Rogue had cut it short enough that the bracelet stayed in position, Kurt smiled again.

“Danke, anyzhing else?” Kurt asked amused. Rogue regarded him sneakily.

“Well I bet yah could do with some black eyeliner, just tah finish the look off.” Rogue said hopefully. Kurt grimaced. Eye liner? Now that was going a bit too far. Girls wore eyeliner, not guys.

“Nein, I don’t zhink zhat vould be a good idea. Besides, I doubt it vould stick to mein skin properly vith zhe fur.” Kurt said in explanation. Rogue pouted.

“Oh come on Kurt ah was right so far, wasn’t ah? It would look really good and besides the fur around yah’re eyes is really fine. Ah bet it would stick.” Rogue pleaded. Kurt sighed, it couldn’t hurt to let her try. Besides, if he didn’t like it, all he had to do was not put it on again.

“Ok, fine.” Kurt conceded. Rogue ran to her own room to retrieve the eyeliner quickly before Kurt could change his mind.

In the end, Rogue had managed to get the eyeliner to stay on Kurt’s eyes. She had also suggested mascara, but Kurt had absolutely drew the line at that, although he did admit that the eyeliner was ok. It made his already large eyes seem even more vibrant.

He was now sitting on his bed, fiddling with his new phone while he waited for Rogue to gather everyone downstairs so she could reveal her creation to everyone at once. He followed the instructions to program it carefully. When he was satisfied, he got the scrap of paper Pietro had given him out of his wallet and programmed in Pietro’s cell phone number to send his first text.

Hi guess who’s finally got a phone
Wait till you see what rogue’s done to me
I’ll port by later when the others have finished with me
Your favourite fuzzy elf xx

Kurt sent the message. He had barely put the phone down when it bleeped, signalling an incoming message. He chuckled, realising Pietro probably used super speed to answer him back so quickly.

Hey blue missed u
What did Rogue do?
Does it look awful? Lol
Txt me L8r so I can be upstairs when you cum by
Silver xxx

Kurt was confused for a second, trying to work out some of Pietro’s text language. What the hell was lol? He fumbled a little with the buttons composing a reply.

Ok I’ll txt u when I get away but what’s lol?
Blue x

He waited patiently for an answer, scooping up the phone when it beeped.

Lol means laugh out loud
L8r sexy ;)

Kurt nodded his understanding to himself and smiled as he turned the screen on its side, seeing the little winking icon. His right ear twitched as he listened to what was going on downstairs. Rogue had almost got everyone together. She would be coming for him in a minute.

Ok till L8r
Ur in for quite a surprise lol :D
Bye xxx

Kurt put the phone on the dresser, quite proud of him self for adapting so quickly and figuring out how to use short hand back. He just hoped Pietro didn’t start sending him any really complicated text talk. He still hadn’t perfectly grasped normal English. He stood up looking in the mirror taking one last look at his new look as he heard Rogue coming up the stairs. He smirked wickedly. The others were in for quite a shock.

Kurt was right. The others had been shocked. Evan had started laughing. Kitty had complained, saying that it wasn’t fair that the Goths were ganging up on her, something Kurt couldn’t wrap his head around. Scott had been appalled and had asked him what the hell he had done with himself. Jean had looked surprised, but like Beast and Storm and the Professor, she had diplomatically said he looked nice. Logan had raised an eyebrow and smirked, which was obviously the most they were going to get out of him. The new recruits had, amidst a few giggles, heartily approved, so overall he considered his new look a success.

There had been a few exclamations about his piercings as people examined him. He and Rogue had barely been able to explain about the drugged up piercing artist through their laughter when he was asked how he managed to get his tail pierced. Some of the new female recruits had started blushing when Rogue had told them his tongue piercing vibrated.

Kurt had been forcing back a smirk as they clamoured in, asking him to stick his tongue out so they could examine it, all the while still blushing and looking slightly too intrigued. Kurt snorted to himself. Obviously some of them weren’t as innocent as they pretended to be, something that was proven as Tabitha let out a truly scandalous comment about what the piercing could be used for, causing the others girls to blush harder and start giggling as they looked at Kurt speculatively. The younger boys’ eyes bugged out at the comment, some of the others gasped.

Kitty was bright red, her eyes wide in shocked silence. Scott, who was now even more appalled, started lecturing Tabitha, who quite obviously wasn’t paying Scott the slightest amount of attention as she continued to examine Kurt’s piercings. Evan had started laughing even harder, causing Bobby and Ray to do the same. Jean and Storm looked as if they were trying to politely contain their laughter, the odd snort or quirk of their lips giving them away.

Logan, whose mind was always on business, had pointed out that it would be a good idea to take the piercings out in battle, especially if it looked like they might be going up against Magneto. Kurt shivered as he thought about Magneto using his powers to rip out his piercings in the way Logan had described. He was suddenly glad he hadn’t agreed to any body piercings, ouch!

After about an hour Kurt walked up the stairs, saying he was tired, leaving Rogue to proudly entertain the others girls with knowledge of what else she had persuaded him to buy. The adults and most of the other boys had wandered off already to their own devices. Only Scott and Evan had remained, Evan still letting out the occasional burst of laughter and Scott fuming about Kurt’s new look and Tabitha’s scandalous commentary and how nobody ever listened to him leaving Jean to try and comfort him.

Kurt looked at the clock as he sat on his bed. It was nearly 11 o’clock, people would be going to bed soon. They didn’t have a lights out time as such but everybody had sort of gotten into a routine of going to bed early. The younger kids would probably stay up in their rooms talking for a while but the rest would soon be fighting over the bathrooms as they got ready for bed.

He picked up his new phone. Should he text Pietro now and port over? Or should he wait a while for people to actually go to bed? He had locked his door but that wouldn’t stop someone like Kitty if they decided they wanted to see him.

He lay on his back, letting out all his senses to locate people. Storm, Beast and the Professor were already in bed. Logan was getting ready for bed. Jaime, Cannonball and Sunspot had also gone to bed. Berzerker and Evan were yelling at Bobby, telling him to hurry up in the bathroom. Scott was still downstairs with Jean. Kitty was in the bathroom getting ready for bed and Rogue was pounding on the door impatiently waiting her turn.

The rest of the girls had gone to Tabitha and Amara’s room. They had obviously decided to have an impromptu sleepover. Kurt left out a bark of laughter as he used his enhanced hearing to listen in on their conversation, they were discussing Kurt’s new look in more detail now that they didn’t have Scott or the adults censuring them. Some of the things they were saying would have made Kurt blush if he hadn’t been entertaining using similar ideas on Pietro when he chose the piercing.

He watched as Kitty left the bathroom and went to bed and Scott finally came upstairs and joined in the queue for the bathroom. He waited for Scott to be finished and go to bed before he started to text Pietro. It was 11:30 now and the two people he’d been most worried about coming in had gone to bed. Kitty because she never knocked and would just walk through the door to find his room empty and Scott because he might have decided to come and give Kurt a lecture and would be unlikely to take Kurt’s lack of answering his knocks as a deterrent.

Hey u still awake?
Blue xx

Kurt waited for a reply hoping Pietro hadn’t gone off to bed yet.

Yep i’m awake
Give me a minute to get upstairs
Silver xx

Kurt let his senses out to concentrate on the Brotherhood house. They were all downstairs in the living room watching TV. He watched the unusual white outline of a figure that he knew to be Pietro stand up and dither for a minute before racing upstairs. Once he saw Pietro in his own room sitting on the bed he ported.

Pietro taped his fingers excitedly on the bed. He’d been waiting all evening for this. The others were downstairs. They planned to stay there all night to watch some stupid kung fu movie marathon. They had the sound up so loud that he could hear all the action, even up here in his room.

He’d made some excuse about being tired. The others had complained, asking him to stay, but he’d pointed out that they had school tomorrow and whilst it was ok for them to sleep through their classes, Pietro actually had decent grades to protect. They had grumbled but let him go.

He wondered what Kurt looked like. He’d been delighted when he had gotten his first text from Kurt earlier, happy in the knowledge that he could now speak to Kurt whenever he felt like it, but the curiosity was killing him. He saw Kurt appear in front of him, enshrouded with smoke. His jaw dropped as he got his first clear view of the blue furred boy’s new look.

“Vell, vhat do you zhink? Do you like it?” Kurt asked, projecting a wicked smile as he gave a slow twirl. Inside he was nervous as hell. He really liked his new look but what if Pietro didn’t? What if Pietro thought he looked stupid?

What did he think? Pietro couldn’t think. A bolt of pure lust had shot through him depriving him of speech and thought. Jesus fucking Christ, Kurt looked like a wet dream come to life, he thought, as Kurt twirled for him, showing off how snugly his trousers clung to his shapely ass, the chain at his hips swaying hypnotically with his movement. And was that a piercing on his tail?

He licked his lips as he silently appraised the delicious way Kurt’s finely netted shirt clung to his muscles and allowed tantalising glimpses of Kurt’s blue furry chest. He looked up to Kurt’s face, noticing the new piercings that gave Kurt’s face a sexy, almost dangerous look. Did he like it? Hell fucking yes! If he liked it anymore he was going to come just from looking.

He saw the worried expectant look on Kurt’s face as he waited for his opinion. He didn’t think he was capable of speech right now as he let his gaze wander back down Kurt’s tightly clad body. He suddenly jerked up using his powers to grab Kurt and yank him into a searing desperate kiss as his answer.

He pushed his tongue roughly into Kurt’s mouth and nearly fainted with shock and arousal as he felt smooth metal against his tongue. Kurt had pierced his tongue?!?! 10,000 bolts of electricity shot straight to his cock as he realised the piercing was vibrating as their tongues viciously did battle. His head was suddenly filled with all the things they could do with that new piercing. A deep moan worked its way all the way up from his toes as he forcefully twirled Kurt round and pushed him back on the bed, their bodies pressed close as he frantically ran his hands all over Kurt’s body.

Kurt was writhing and moaning. He had been a little worried when Pietro had sat there for so long, just staring at him, thinking Pietro didn’t like the way he looked but his fears had been blasted away at the fierce lust he’d seen in Pietro’s eyes before the pale boy had become a blur, grabbing him harshly and kissing him with such unrestrained passion. Kurt had immediately responded, his own lust rising as he felt Pietro’s rock hard cock against him. His own cock had filled out in record time as Pietro roughly pushed him to the bed.

His body was on fire as they desperately clawed at each other, grinding their cocks together. Kurt yowled with pleasure when Pietro reached back and began fondling his tail, ruffling the fur deliciously against the grain. Kurt arched into Pietro, pushing their aching shafts more firmly together. Pietro broke the kiss, both boys panting harshly.

Kurt had less than a second to appreciate the fire blazing in Pietro’s blue eyes before Pietro started giving biting nibbling kisses down his neck and behind his ear, nibbling his sensitive spot, letting his tongue out to run and twirl around the new piercings Kurt had there then making his way back down Kurt’s neck. Kurt was lost in sensation, any insecurities he may have had about his new look were completely gone with Pietro’s very obvious approval. He couldn’t care less what anyone else thought if this was the kind of reaction he got from Pietro.

He roughly began yanking Pietro’s shirt off. Pietro followed his movements, pulling off Kurt’s shirt, trying to be careful of Kurt’s new piercings. Kurt bucked and growled as Pietro bit his shoulder whilst at the same time twisting one nipple and squeezing his throbbing member through his pants. It felt so good. He wasn’t sure how long he could last.

He dipped his head down, wetly laving Pietro’s nipple with his tongue, twirling it, letting his new piercing dance and vibrate, Pietro’s gasping moans spurring him on as he let his tail come up and wriggle under the back of Pietro’s pants, massaging the firm globes. He let his hand wander around Pietro’s side as he fumbled with the button on Pietro’s jeans. He had to get their clothes off now!

His hands were having difficulty as they continued to move wantonly against one another. He finally got the zipper down and felt Pietro’s hands flipping the clasp on his chain belt before moving to the button on his pants. He used his tail to roughly pull Pietro’s jeans down his legs and off, nothing impeding his actions as Pietro had a habit of wandering around barefoot, especially in his own room.

Pietro was becoming unhinged, his lust clouded brain struggling to accomplish simple tasks as he fumbled with Kurt’s pants, everything Kurt did pushing him further towards the edge. He couldn’t think past the electricity consuming his body and the sensations Kurt was causing. Kurt’s raspy tongue was an amazing thing all by itself and probably had the capability of making him come just by having his nipples licked, but with the combination of the smooth metal and vibrating from Kurt’s piercing, it was body shaking and he moaned wantonly as he felt Kurt fiddling with his trousers.

He’d began to make his own attempts to disrobe Kurt, but the incredible sensation of Kurt’s tail wiggling down the back of his pants was erotically distracting. He felt his jeans forcibly yanked off about the same time he finally got Kurt’s trousers undone. He shivered in pleasure, whimpering as he felt Kurt’s tail curl up his bare leg and thigh, the spaded tip flicking his balls and running up and down his quivering length, spreading the steady stream of pre-cum over his steel shaft.

He was shaking, trying to keep some control, desperately biting his lip trying to keep back his own body’s sounds of pleasure. He tugged at Kurt’s pants, pulling them down. Kurt helped him by kicking them the rest of the way off as Pietro let his full weight cover Kurt.

He began thrusting and rolling his hips against Kurt’s, taking back possession of Kurt’s mouth as their bodies came together in sinuous lust fuelled movement, their hands grasping and caressing as they rolled together, their engorged cocks sliding against one another as they thrust and writhed mindlessly, panting, growling and moaning into each other’s mouths. They rolled till Kurt was on top. Pietro let his hands grasp at Kurt’s ass, fingers digging in as he aided Kurt’s movement, bringing their bodies forcibly together again and again.

Pietro was close. He could feel his heart thundering in his veins as his body strained towards its release.

They moved together with a fast hard unrelenting pace. Kurt was panting into Pietro’s mouth, their tongues warring fiercely for dominance. He could feel the spark of lightning at the base of his tail that signalled his coming orgasm.

He jerked, continuing to buck into Pietro as his climax washed over him. He broke the kiss and bit the junction of Pietro’s neck and shoulder hard, only just avoiding breaking the skin as he growled his release into Pietro’s neck. He felt Pietro arch underneath him and he heard Pietro’s own muffled cry of release.

Kurt licked the mark on Pietro’s neck soothingly, causing Pietro to shiver as he rolled onto his side, pulling Pietro with him, feeling boneless. He shifted till they were eye to eye. He met Pietro’s glazed dilated orbs, his own eyes half lidded and hazy with pleasure.

“Vell, I take it you like zhe new look.” Kurt joked, chest heaving, still trying to catch his breath after the almost feral way they had come together. Pietro snorted weakly.

“I //pant// think that’s a bit of an understatement but yeah, I like it and I notice you got piercings.” Pietro panted, his body still tingling from his orgasm. They had really outdone themselves this time. He knew he had all but attacked Kurt but seeing him standing there looking so sexy, Pietro had pretty much lost control.

“Ja, you noticed zhem zhen?” Kurt laughed.

“Oooooh yeah, especially the tongue piercing. You have no idea how hot that is. I knew Rogue was gonna Goth you up, but I never expected you to agree to piercings. They suit you though.” Pietro laughed, shivering as his body remembered the sensations caused by said piercing. Kurt smiled lazily. He used his tail to grab the tissues from the bedside table and clean them up, it was the only part of his body capable of movement. When he was done he let his tail curl around Pietro’s leg.

“Ja, it took some persuading. You should of heard some of zhe piercings she suggested. If she had gotten her vay zhere vould not be an inch of mein body zhat vasn’t pierced. I zhink it’s because she was disappointed zhat I couldn’t get any tattoos because of mein fur. She even suggested piercing mein nipples.” Kurt laughed remembering Rogue’s disappointment when he explained that he couldn’t have a tattoo, because even if they did shave his fur off to do it, the fur would grow back and completely hide anything they had done. Pietro bit his lip, a look of lustful consideration on his face.

“You know that might not be a bad idea.” Pietro purred, picturing himself tugging and playing with Kurt’s pierced nipples, maybe even ones with ball bearings on them, like the one in Kurt’s tongue. Kurt cocked his eyebrow, giving Pietro a look, knowing exactly where Pietro’s mind had gone.

“You can take zhat look off your face. I’m not getting it done.” Kurt smirked as he burst Pietro’s little fantasy bubble.

“Not even if I got mine done too?” Pietro offered teasingly. It would be worth the pain if it persuaded Kurt. Kurt’s ears pricked up at Pietro’s offer. He knew how sensitive Pietro’s nipples were. He imagined himself playing with a pierced Pietro, making him writhe and moan. It was definitely worth considering.

“Hmm I’ll zhink about it. Maybe in a few weeks, let me get used to vhat I’ve already got first.” Kurt offered. Pietro’s eyes lit up knowing that he had already won. In a few weeks, after he had worn Kurt down, they would both be going home with new piercings.

“Ok. By the way, how did you manage to get your tail pierced?” Pietro asked, remembering the piercing on Kurt’s tail as he felt it shifting against his thigh.

“Zhe guy Rogue found to do zhe piercings vas high.” Kurt laughed at Pietro’s astounded look. He explained how the guy had thought he was purple with wings, making Pietro laugh loudly. Kurt was suddenly reminded that they were not alone in the house as he heard the sound of machine gun fire on the TV downstairs.

“I can’t believe zhat none of zhe Brotherhood came up here. It’s not like ve vere zhat quiet.” Kurt said, suddenly worried about having been heard. They had both totally lost themselves in their passion. They hadn’t been in the least bit careful. Pietro shook his head, an unconcerned smile on his face.

“Don’t worry about it. They’ve got that TV on so loud they wouldn’t have heard it if a bomb exploded up here. There’s a movie marathon on. They’ll be down there all night.” Pietro assured snuggling into Kurt and sighing happily. Kurt relaxed at Pietro’s words, after all, if anyone had heard them they would have come up and barged in long before now so they were obviously safe for the moment, he thought as he wrapped his arms more firmly around Pietro, their bodies fitting perfectly together. He used his tail to pull the covers up over them before returning it to its placed, wrapped around Pietro’s thigh as he nuzzled the top of Pietro’s head, the comforting scent of mint, hair gel and Pietro’s vanilla shampoo filling his nose.

Kurt knew that he really should think about leaving. He was too comfortable. In fact he was close to drifting off to sleep. Gott, it was tempting though, to just stay here and drift off in Pietro’s arms but they would almost certainly be caught if he did that, if not by one of the Brotherhood barging in on them in the morning, then by one of his own teammates finding his empty un-slept in bed.

“Pietro?” Kurt said, nudging the other boy slightly. The white haired boy mumbled intelligibly, half way towards sleep before burrowing his face deeper into Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt smiled in amusement. Pietro was absolutely adorable at times like this but he knew Pietro would act all indignant if Kurt told him so he nudged him again.

“Pietro?” he repeated louder. This time he got a result as Pietro yawned, lifting his head and blinking sleepy eyes at him.

“What’s up?” Pietro asked, trying to smother a jaw cracking yawn. Kurt suppressed the urge to say aww at Pietro’s sleepy movements, knowing that Pietro would be annoyed and honestly he was no better. Pietro had once told him how cute he was when he was tired, all sleepy and kitten like, which had forced him to protest that he was a guy and guys weren’t cute or kitteny as Pietro put it.

“You know I’m going to have to leave now, traurig.” Kurt said gently, Pietro sighed.

“Yeah I know. It’s too dangerous for you to fall asleep here. We’d get caught. No-one around here has any respect for privacy. They just walk in whenever the hell they feel like it.” Pietro said resignedly. He really did understand. He hated that Kurt had to keep running off but it was necessary. He loosened his hold around Kurt, allowing the dark haired boy to slip out of his arms and start searching for his clothes.

He sat up in bed, the covers pooling in his lap as he watched Kurt get dressed by the light of his beside lamp, the only illumination he’d bothered to put on when he had first come upstairs. He watched fascinated as Kurt’s muscles rippled sinuously under his fur as he moved around, the muscles in his ass flexing as he bent down to pull on his boxers and pants. Pietro licked his lips as he admired the muscles in Kurt’s back as he pulled on his t-shirt smoothing the material down over his abdomen. It was sort of like a reverse strip tease.

“Your beautiful, you know.” Pietro said softly before he could stop himself. He watched as Kurt turned towards him with his words, his head ducked down shyly, a purple blush gracing his features, something that made Pietro think he was even more beautiful.

“I’m really not. Your zhe beautiful one. I’m zhe freak. I still can’t understand how you could find yourself attracted to me, looking zhe vay I do.” Kurt replied quietly, not meeting Pietro’s eyes as he sat on the bed. Pietro shifted over nearer to Kurt, the sheets still covering him as he reached out, gently guiding Kurt’s chin so he could look in Kurt’s eyes. He hated the society that made Kurt afraid and ashamed of the way he looked.

“Hey, I don’t want to hear you talk about yourself that way. You’re not a freak. The fur, the ears, the tail, they’re unusual, yes and exotic, but still beautiful, incredibly so and I am attracted to you. I love the way you look. I think you’re hotter than hell, so if you’re a freak, what does that make me?” Pietro challenged, forcing Kurt’s gaze to stay locked with his.

Kurt swallowed roughly at Pietro’s words. He’d always been bothered by the way he looked, even back home in Germany, despite the acceptance he received from his parents and the people under their employ. He’d always been acutely aware of his appearance, of how different he was to everyone else, how he had to stay within the land his parents owned and couldn’t go into the village or towns further on in case he was seen.

This insecurity had only been compounded as he came to the Institute and even though people tried to be kind, they hadn’t been able to hide their shock and sometimes fear at first seeing him. He recalled sadly how long it took Kitty to stop shrieking every time he came too near. He knew people thought he’d had a crush on Kitty. He actually hadn’t ever felt that way towards her. He’d fawned over her because her fear and shrieks hurt him. He’d wanted to be accepted, to show her he wasn’t a demon.

Having to be so careful all the time to make sure none of the humans he met found out about him only made it worse. He hated having to hide but he was terrified of people’s reactions. He could still remember when he was younger and he’d gotten too close to one of the villages surrounding his parents land and he’d been seen by some local kids. He remembered how some of them had thrown rocks at him, screaming demon and devil and other hurtful things, how he’d tried to run but a mob had formed as more people came, drawn out by the shouting and had seen him.

They had chased him through the forest. He could still remember their screams of fear and angry taunting, the feel of rocks hitting his body as he ran in terror, listening to them threatening to burn him at the stake and send him back to the hell he came from. When he had finally escaped and gotten home, battered and bleeding, he’d had nightmares for months, dreaming that the villagers had caught him and carried out on their threats.

Needless to say, he never went anywhere near any of the villages again after that day. He’d truly known that he was a freak and now here was Pietro, the most gorgeous person he’d ever met, telling him that he was beautiful. He couldn’t understand it but could he dare hope to truly believe it?

He’d felt his heart warm at Pietro’s sincere words. He’d seen the proof of Pietro’s attraction to him. He looked deep into Pietro’s eyes. He could see the honesty there and it floored him.

“I don’t know zhat I’ll ever be able to consider meinself beautiful. It’s enough for me zhat you zhink of me zhat vay. Your zhe handsomest person I have ever met, all zhat pale flawless skin...” Kurt said, brushing his hand lightly up Pietro’s bare arm as he spoke.

“...and your eyes, zhey are such a beautiful shade of blue. Everyzhing about you is flawless. I just have some difficulty sometimes understanding vhat you see in me.” Kurt murmured, startled slightly as Pietro caught his hand in his.

“Kurt, my eyes are the same shade of blue as your fur. How can you think my eyes are beautiful and not think the same about yourself?” Pietro laughed softly, shaking his head. Kurt let out a quiet chuckle. Pietro was right, they were the same colour. He was being silly. For all the confidence he projected, he was still so insecure. Pietro thought he was beautiful so maybe he was, even if it was only to Pietro and that was enough for him.

“Ja, I’m being silly. Ignore me and danke for the compliment.” Kurt said, smiling cheerfully before giving Pietro a sweet kiss.

Pietro returned the kiss. He knew Kurt wasn’t as confident about his looks as he often acted. He tended to go through phases. Sometimes he was ok with it and other times it just seemed to nag at him. Pietro wanted so badly to be able to rid Kurt of those insecurities but unfortunately it was something that could only come with time, he thought as they pulled apart.

“You’d better go. It’s nearly one in the morning. You’re gonna need your sleep if you’re gonna keep up with all the fawning masses your new look is gonna produce when you walk into school tomorrow.” Pietro said, half joking to lift Kurt’s spirits. He was successful as Kurt gave him a genuine smile.

“Ja, you’re right. After all, who can resist zhe fuzzy dude, especially vhen he has a new look?” Kurt laughed, his usual teasing nature returning.

“Hmm not me, that’s for sure.” Pietro joked, remembering the way he had attacked Kurt when he first arrived. He was rewarded with one of those just-for-Pietro smiles that always made a warm feeling settle in his chest.

“Ja, and I hope you never do. See you tomorrow, silber (translation: silver)” Kurt smirked, pulling back so that he could port away. Pietro wrapped his hand around Kurt’s neck, pulling him in for one last deep kiss before pulling away.

“Bye, blue.” Pietro smiled, happy with the wink Kurt gave him before he was enshrouded in smoke and disappeared.

Pietro sighed and leaned back in bed, feeling the sheets against his skin. He was still naked. He didn’t usually sleep this way but he couldn’t be bothered to get changed. He sighed, thinking about what tomorrow would bring. He really had only been half joking when he teased Kurt about the fawning masses. He knew Kurt would make all the final changes to his hologram tonight, ready for tomorrow, and everyone else was going to finally get a really good look at just how attractive Kurt was.

He had already persuaded Kurt to gradually change the hologram to look more like him and he’d noticed the looks that Kurt had been starting to draw from other people at school but Kurt was going to take the opportunity given him by the makeover to complete the changes and everyone was going to see just how gorgeous Kurt truly was, something that until now only he seemed to be aware of and now everyone was going to know, especially with Kurt’s new Goth/punk look making him even hotter than ever.

Pietro rolled over, hugging his pillow to him. Was he going to be able to handle it? He was possessive and he knew it. The few looks that Kurt had received so far were already enough to annoy him. Was he going to be able to stop himself from doing something stupid if someone started moving in on his territory?

He huffed, it wasn’t as if he didn’t trust Kurt, he really did. He knew for a fact that Kurt wasn’t the type to stray, secret relationship or not. It was just that Kurt could be just so damned naive sometimes. He really didn’t know how fucking gorgeous he was.

When Kurt looked at himself Pietro knew Kurt saw what was under the hologram. That’s why he’d left it alone for so long and whilst Pietro appreciated Kurt, fur and all, most people wouldn’t so he didn’t even think about how other people saw the hologram. Now though, that hologram was going to actually look like a normal Kurt and people were going to come flocking and Kurt, being as naive and innocent as he still sometimes was, was just going to think people were reacting to his new look. It wouldn’t even occur to the guy that people were attracted to him, unless someone did something overt. Kurt wouldn’t read the signs, which Pietro knew meant that he was running the risk of becoming a green eyed monster and saying or doing something that would make others suspicious.

Pietro groaned once more, turning over. He had to stop thinking about these things and get some sleep. There was no point torturing himself with what might happen. He nuzzled his pillow trying to get more comfortable. Maybe he was blowing things out of proportion. It might not even be that bad. Kurt didn’t really have any actual friends outside of the Institute kids, always afraid of letting people too close and them finding out about him, so it’s not like Kurt would have a bunch of people chasing after him. Kurt wouldn’t let them get close enough for that, Pietro consoled himself as he drifted off to sleep.

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