Constant Craving

CONSTANT CRAVING CHAPTER NINE (NC-17)
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A/N Send happy healthy thoughts to Goddess Foxfeather. Ted can only do so much... She kicks so much ass for betaing and doing it while she feels like crap, at that... InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are loverly and sparkly and luscious for archiving. Vampyre! Let 2-D up for air! Readers/Reviewers: I see something in the distance...Gah! The ducks! They're massing! They're mounting an attack and they're all dressed like Liza Minelli! Run! Head for the hills! Nooooo! Berets and sequins everywhere! Run! Runaway!


_I am not a fucking kid. I just have anger management issues. _ Scott blasted another pillow, sending fluff spraying all over his room. _I am entitled to my anger and issues and damn it, Jean needs to fucking get over it! _ With an angry huff, he flung himself down onto his bed and reached for a pillow to crunch, belatedly realizing he had blasted all of them. _ Great. Now I have to clean this shit up...My mess, my problem..._With a sigh, Scott rolled to his feet and began picking up handfuls of fluff, putting them in the middle of his top sheet to carry downstairs to the trash. _This isn't fair. I mean, okay, I hit Lance a few times. I mouthed off about the Brotherhood... _ He eyed his room speculatively. _Wonder if I can bribe Jamie to clean this up? Offer him twenty bucks or something. Or a look at my...ah...magazines. He's fourteen...he'd enjoy that... _ Trying to force all thoughts of Jean out of his mind, Scott determinedly opened the door and set off in search of the youngest X Man. As he passed it, feminine voices drifted from behind Kitty's door and Scott found his feet stopping out of their own volition. _Must...not...listen...must...be...good... _ The temptation was too strong-Scott bit his lip briefly and nearly broke away, but the sound of Jean's voice rooted him to his spot.
"I wouldn't worry, Kitty...the guys can get over it. This is just something we have to do."
"I know, Jean...but..." Kitty sighed deeply. "I just don't know. I feel so bad doing this to Kurt and I don't mean just because of the sex thing but because he loves me and I don't want to hurt him..."
Scott twitched, ready to run, as a bedspring contracted and relaxed, squeaking loudly. Jean's voice did not sound like it was getting closer to the door, however, and he could not feel mental fingers questing, so he remained where he was, eavesdropping guiltily. "Kitty, what we're doing...it's not going to hurt in the long run. It's just what we need to do now so we can be happy later."
"I know, Jean...ooooh. Rub lower."
_Wahhhh? _ Scott swallowed dryly and pressed his ear to the door.
"You have a lot of tension in your back. Been doing yoga lately?"
"I've been slacking off the past few days. Kurt usually likes me all stretchy..."
There was a brief giggle and Jean answered, "Well, Kurt's not going to have to worry about you or your stretchiness for a while, huh?"
"Guess not..." There was another squeak and the sound of low murmurs, making Scott back away slowly.
_Fuck me...what was that? That sounded...sounded...Gah! _

"Vas? Are you high?" Kurt rubbed the bridge of his nose in agitation. "Kitty and Jean are not having a lesbian affair."
"You didn't hear them! _I _ did!" Scott clutched at his hair. "That would explain so much!"
"Ja? Like what?" Kurt leaned back on his elbows on the bed and stared up at his friend incredulously.
Scott's features flushed and he coughed once before answering. "Well, why Jean is avoiding...um...alone time with me."
Kurt raised one blue brow. "Kitty's dodging the bedroom, too...but it isn't because she and Jean are messing around!"
"Well then why is it?"
"I think, just think, mind you, that they're mad at us. I know Kitty is mad at me and I saw Rahne dodging Jamie earlier, too...so maybe the girls are all mad at us."
"About what?"
"I have no idea..." Kurt sighed and sat up. "But I will bet my last dollar that it is not a lesbian affair making Kitty and Jean avoid sex."
"Whatever man...I know what I heard..." Scott made to leave but Kurt's snort of derision stopped him.
"Scott, you are the most paranoid person I've ever met."
With a smirk, Scott replied, "Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean the not not after you..."1


Jamie ran Rahne to ground in the library. She was lurking in the history section, which the Professor kept stocked with everything from ordinary textbooks to arcane tomes on random tidbits no one was sure what to do with. When Jamie found her, Rahne was poring over a text on Scottish history, murmuring as she did so, hunched over one of the small study tables set up around the room. "Rahne?"
She stiffened and very nearly did not turn around but realized rather quickly that that would be stupid. _Where ye gonna go, daftie? _ "Hey."
"Where've you been?" Jamie tentatively slid in the chair across from his girlfriend and looked at her with great puppy dog eyes, unaware he was even looking mournful. "I missed you."
"Lad, I've been busy." Rahne shut the book reluctantly and shifted it to one side. "Something the matter?"
"What've you been busy doing? I mean, we're out of school and all..." Jamie picked at some nonexistent lint on the tabletop. "Sorry...I'm being nosy."
Rahne felt her heart melt a little. "You ain't bein' nosy. Just a lot of things going on, flyin' about here an' I don' want ta be caught in the middle..."
"Is it my fault?" Jamie's insecurity was showing, but Rahne was not as bothered as she might have been otherwise for she was feeling rather vulnerable herself just then.
"Nah...In fact, I don' see why we're bein' dragged into this..." Rahne passed a hand over her tired eyes and smiled weakly at Jamie.
"Into what?" Jamie scooted closer, eyes wide with inquisitiveness.
Rahne bit her lip, unaware of the instant jolt it sent through Jamie's spine, and leaned closer to whisper despite the lack of others in the library. "There's trouble afoot, love."
"Like what kind?" Jamie mimicked her unconsciously, biting his own lip, thrilling that she called him "love."
"Like..." She cut her eyes to one side as if to confirm their solitude. "Like there's a plan goin' on that Kitty cooked up because the other guys are fightin' with each other..."
"The Brotherhood thing?" Jamie wrinkled his nose. "That's just dumb. I mean, they're here, right? No worries." He shrugged happily.
"Not everyone feels that way, love." Rahne shifted around the table to sit next to him. "Do you want to know the plan, then?"
Jamie mulled this over for a moment. "I don't think I do. I mean, if you tell me, I might slip and tell whoever isn't supposed to know, right? And you shouldn't tell me yourself if you're in on it."
"That's just it...I don't want to be in on it! You don't care who used to be Brotherhood so I think I should be exempt!"
"Huh?" Jamie raised his eyebrows at Rahne's suddenly defiant tone. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Never better, love!" Rahne grinned broadly and seized Jamie's cheeks in her hands, pulling his face towards her for a kiss. Their lips met and Jamie gasped in pleasure as he always seemed to, the touch of her lips on his always a thrill despite their hours of practice. Her lips moved against his in a wordless plea, making him open his mouth beneath her touch. She smiled against him then and darted her tongue out. _Take that, Jean! No tongue indeed! _ Jamie eagerly responded, darting his tongue back at her, the two touching and tangling briefly before indulging in each other's mouths more fully, joining in an oral mimicry of an even baser act. Jamiel inl into a pleasant haze as Rahne's hands clutched at his back and he felt the swell of her hips beneath his palms, all thoughts of plans and fights flying from his mind.

Remy stared balefully at his paper cup of soda. "Dis be so humiliatin'."
"Shaddup, man. Just because Todd got us kicked out of that bar..."
"That wasn't my fault, yo! Just because I don't look like I'm twenty-one..." Todd took a savage bite of his burger. "It wasn't my fault!"
Remy sighed. "I know, homme, I know..." He shrugged roughly. "It been forever since I be at on a dese places..." Children climbed on the giant plastic play equipment on the other side of the window as older kids and adults ate their burgers in semi-silence, the kind that lives in rooms full of strangers all engaged in a similar task.
Lance looked about with contempt. "How the Hell can Kurt eat here everyday? The grease on the walls alone is enough to give me a heart attack."
Remy snorted. "You be a health nut, Avalanche? Never woulda guessed!"
Todd, around a mouthful of burger, said, "He only eats crap once in a while...he drove us crazy back at the boardinghouse cuz he wouldn't eat what Tammy cooked."
"Tabby cooked crap," Lance answered. "Pure crap."
"An' I suppose you be all vegetarian like Kitty next, eh?" Remy winked. "Rabbit food an' de like, eh?"
"No, smartass...just healthy crap. No greasey shit..." Lance shrugged. "I don't wanna get fat."
"Maybe de femmes be likin' something to hold onto, eh?'
Todd swallowed his food and seemed vaguely uncomfortable. "Um...maybe." He was not exactly skinny but he was by no means obese. Instead, he was one of those males who always left his shirt on no matter what to cover imagined flaws.
"No mebbe, homme...get yourself a gal an' see...de femmes like to grab on durin' de lovin'."
"Oh? And where does Jubilee grab on you?" Lance selected a fry from Todd's tray and dredged it in ketchup.
"Right here, homme...amonher her places..." Remy slapped his bicep and grinned. "Dis thief not be slackin' in his gym work, eh?"
Todd snorted. "Gym, bedroom...either way is aerobic."
There was a brief pause before the taller males burst out laughing. "Good one, Todd..." Lance saluted him with the remains of the fry. "So..."
"Oui..."
"What do we do now?" Lance eyed the crowd around them, mostly young teenagers and parents.
"No idea, homme..." Remy slurped his soda in a very un-Gambit-like fashion and sighed again. "Dese femmes, dey be folle2, eh?"
"Whaddya mean?" _If they know about Rogue, I'm going to scream like a girl. _
"Kitty be pissin' off Kurt, Jean be pickin' de fights wit Scott..."
"Amara's holding out..." Lance grumbled, picking up the refrain. "It's a good thing you're single, Todd. You'd miss getting laid..." Remy and Lance shared a very male snigger of laughter as Todd stirred the remains of his ketchup with a solitary fry. "You ever get laid, Todd?" Lance goaded.
_If you only knew...Sure, it was only once but God... _ Todd felt shaky just thinking about it. Flashes of Rogue, not only astride him, riding him until he felt like he would surely shatter into a million pieces from the sheer ecstasy of _her _ , but of Rogue as they kissed, when he touched her, when he looked at her...He knew every single expression that could ever cross her face as well as he knew his own. He how how her hair smelled and her skin and just how she pinkened when she was excited. _I made Rogue smile, bastard. Can you say that? _ Instead of voicing any of this, though, Todd ignored Lance's verbal jabs, staring at the patterns in his ketchup.
"C'mon, Toad...I asked a question."
"Leave him be, eh? Mebbe he not like bein' a virgin...Todd, ain't no shame in waitin'....In fact," Remy leaned forward conspiratorially, "sometimes dis Cajun be wishin' he still a virgin...."
"For Jubilee?" Todd asked, raising one brow.
Remy looked taken aback briefly. "Well, yeah." With a Gallic shrug, he said, "Jus' to see what it like to sleep wid he woman I love widdout all dis...what you call it?"
"Baggage?" Lance offered, stealing another fry. When Remy nodded in agreement, Lance said "I kinda know what you mean..." He shrugged, dismissing the topic. _I feel guilty for ever fucking Tabby. I feel like I taint Amara every time we have sex... _
Todd cleared his throat. "So...these women..."
Remy sucked the last of his soda noisily before answering. "I be tinkin' dat dese femmes up to somthin' no good..."
"Amara's pissy because I'm mad at Scott an' those other dickheads for treating us like crap."
"They be treatin' us Brudderhood like we got de plague, no?" Remy saluted them with his cup. "We show dem, eh?"
"Remy...you on our side?" Todd looked as surprised as he sounded.
"So long as we choosin' sides...guess I may as well be wit my brethren, eh?" Remy sighed and rattled the ice in his cup. "Mais I don' like dis fightin' shit. I mean, I been here for a long while, eh? I don' wanna lose what I got..."
"So long as the X Men are treating us like shit, we need to stand up for ourselves. We don't deserve to be treated like rats with the hantavirus because Scott thinks he's better than us!" Lance slammed his fist down on the table, drawing the attention of several patrons.
"I'm with you, yo..."
"Me too, homme..." Remy sighed again and looked at his two new friends. "So, if we gonna be on de same side, we gotta come up wit a plan..."

1 I'm not sure where that's from. I know it's in a Nirvana song and it's from the late 60's. as well (the saying, not the song, obviously).
2 crazy