Devourer of Sins

DEVOURER OF SINS (NC-17---who's surprised about that? LOL)

Disclaimers: If you recognize it, I don't own it. Really. I am making no money from this, just sublimating my perverted urge to see XME characters in situations that Marvel and the WB would never put them in even if Nightcrawler himself came in and bit them. Hard. This story is rated high for sex, language, violence, gore, and "adult situations". Heh. So if you aren't supposed to read it because of the laws in your area or b/c you're too young, you've been warned. Be it on your heads if you get caught...one letter from an irate parent and I'm smiting someone. A lot. That said... :)

A/N Goddess Foxfeather is the Mad Queen of Plotbunnies. She came up with the idea for this fic and threw the bunny at me...In addition to all that, she beta's like the devil... I bow to her greatness. :) InterNutter (who graciously let me start this whole magilla with her springboard Forever), TC and Maxwell Pink have roses heaped at their feet for archiving-I keep half-expecting one of them to tell me I'm exceeding their bandwidth with all this fic! Readers: Well, you asked for it... lol. The ducks are t...t...be afraid. Be very afraid. Oh, and this is in the Forever-verse...


Kurt came out of the small booth with a look of relief on his features. "Okay, Schatz. I'm ready."
"I still don't get this whole confession thing," she sighed. "Can't God hear you without the priest?"
Kurt chuckled. "Yes, He can hear me, but that's not the point..." They made their way out of the mostly empty church in the town center, blinking at the bright winter sunlight when they emerged onto the sidewalk. "It's like...okay, the priest represents the community and when you confess to him and he forgives you, it's like being forgiven by the community."
"I still don't get it." Kitty jingled the keys in her hand. "Anywhere you want to stop on the way home?"
"Er...better let me drive." The ride over had given him gray fur, he was almost certain.
"You're no fun..." Kitty tossed him the keys and slid into the passenger side, sticking her tongue out at him as he got in. "So what sort of things do you confess?"
"Kitty! You're not supposed to ask that!"
"Sorry...it's not like they give us Catholic etiquette lessons in Hebrew school1."
Kurt sighed. He swung the car out into the mild traffic of Bayville, hissing a curse as he narrowly missed a fire hydrant. "It just leapt out in front of me!" he said to Kitty's pointed look. She smirked and he shrugged. "If you really want to know, I confess things like wishing something bad would happen to somebody, telling a fib, taking the Lord's name in vain..."
"Isn't premarital sex a sin for you?" she asked as if disinterested. I don't think I like some old man knowing about our sex life!
"Well, " he said sheepishly, "there are some things I figure God's okay with...I mean, how can sex be evil if He created us to do it? They always told us in Sunday school that God never created anything bad, its just people who make it bad..."
Kitty sighed and settled back into her seat. Theological discussions with Kurt were alternately fascinating and frustrating. He would try and explain Catholicism while she did her best to do the same for Judaism, each going so far as to attend services with the other on occasion in order to gain better understanding. So far, she decided that Rabbi Gould had nothing to worry about. I can respect his religion, but I'm not converting...to each their own, I guess. "Well, I still don't understand this whole confession thing, but if it makes you feel better, go for it."
"Ah, thank you for giving me permission, Liebes." He winked at her, steering onto the long blacktop road that led to the Institute. "We've got the rest of today to spend together...what do you want to do?" It was only a little past ten on Saturday morning, Kitty having ridden with him into town so she could get a few things at the drugstore while he went into the church. "We can watch movies, go to the park in town, gimmiimming..."
"Sweetie, you sound like a brochure for summer camp!" Kitty laughed. "You go in and change and I'll make us some lunch. We can have a picnic by the lake."
Kurt's stomach made a noise of protest. "Why don't I make lunch? You can go put on that pink sweater I like..."
"Kurt! That thing is too short to be decent! Oh..." she blushed as she realized belatedly that was just why he wanted her to wear them. The gates to the Institute swung open silently before them, Kurt barely slowing to give them time. "Does it really matter if I wear things like that?"
Kurt shrugged. "Not really, when you get right down to it. I just like it is all..." he grinned toothily. "You could wear a suit of armor and I'd still get turned on by you."
"You," she sighed, "are one strange little elf..."
"Ja," he said, "but you think I'm cute anyway."
"You know it," she giggled, leaning over to kiss him as he slid the car into park inside the garage. Kurt barely noticed shutting the engine off as Kitty's lips moved against his, her hand switching off his holo as she slid her fingers up his wrist, stroking his fur.
"Katzchen, we're in the car..."
"It's a time honored American tradition," she murmured, nipping at his chin and jaw, "making out in cars..."
"Well, then, I don't want to go against tradition..." He tilted her chin upwards to gain access to her mouth, touching his tongue to her lower lip, sampling it as if it were a delicacy, before nipping where he laved, drawing a soft moan from his girlfriend.
The dark of the garage rendered him barely visible, making Kitty feel him more acutely. There's something to be said for a guy who can go invisible... She sighed as he swept his tongue inside her mouth, meeting it with her own as they fought for dominance of the kiss, neither winning and neither caring. She ran her fingers up his arms, kneading his biceps as he tightened his grip on her waist, their seatbelts still fastened in their haste to kiss. "Kurt," she whispered, breaking away to breathe, "want to move to the backseat?"
"In a minute, Katzchen," he murmured, the pale curve of her neck enticing him to kiss her there. His soft kisses soon turned to nibbles and laves, his teeth pricking her skin but never causing pain. Kitty gasped and clutched at his arms, arching against him. Her breasts rubbed against his chest and he could feel her hardening nipples even through the layers of cloth. Purring low in his throat, he suckled on one particularly sensitive spot, one that made her squirm in her seat and whimper namename as he alternated licks and nips with suction.
"Hey, there you guys are..." Light flood in from the mudroom, silhouetting Scott's figure in the open door. Kitty and Kurt came up for air but still held each otherxingxing their friend with death-glares. "I...uh...I heard the car pull in from the kitchen and I was wondering..." He was as red as his glasses, rubbing the back of his neck in consternation. "Geez...the Professor wants to meet with all of us in the library ASAP." He turned quickly and dashed from the garage, his embarrassment fairly tangible.
Kurt sighed and pushed a hank of hair behind Kitty's ear. "Well, I guess our picnic is delayed a bit."
"A bit," she answered shakily, still trying to catch her breath from their make out session. "I guess we'd better get in..."
"Um, you go on ahead. I need a moment..." Rotten lettuce, Toad's slime, fur in the drain...there we go. Unsexy thoughts always do the trick. Kitty phased herself out of the car and was waiting for him at the door. "All better..."
"My poor Elf," she giggled. "Always has blue balls."
"You are so not funny, Schatz..."

Jubilee glanced at Kitty as her friend sat down. A mark made her do a double take. "Kitty, is that a..."
"No!" she snapped. "It's most certainly not a hickey."
"I was gonna say bruise, but okay..." Jubilee grinned, nudging Jean in the ribs with her elbow and jerking her head in Kitty's direction.
"Kitty, your neck..." Jean managed with a straight face.
"It's a bruise!" she said through clenched teeth. She had not thought that Kurt was suckling hard enough to leave a mark, but once glance in her mirror on the way to the library showed evidence to the contrary. She did not have time to find her turtleneck or use any of the other myriad remedies to hide or get rid of hickeys before they had to be in the library.
"Kitty," Amara purred, "what is that on your neck?"
"A bruise."
"Yeah," Lance snorted, "from Kurt giving you a hickey. Ow!" The throw pillow bounced off his head, hitting him in the eye. "You are so uncute!"2
The Professor rolled in then, halting any other fighting with his mere presence. "Students," he murmured, taking his place at the front of the group. Kurt and Scott slunk in behind him, late and only marginally embarrassed.
"Was?" Kurt murmured, sliding in beside Kitty. "Why are you glaring at me?"
"Dude, you gave her a hickey," Jubilee said out of the corner of her mouth.
Kurt flushed under his fur. "Schatz..."
"If you are all quite finished," The Professor said louder than necessary, making Kurt hunch forward in embarrassment. "Now, as you are all aware, Winter Break starts next week. You have two and a half weeks off and most of you will be staying here. Now," he said, folding his hands and fixing them all with a very professor-ish look, "in order to prevent mayhem over the holidays, I have a selection of activities to assign."
"Erg...like chores?" Jamie sighed, suddenly wishing he had a family to go to.
"No...more like field trips." The Professor smiled kindly at the young boy, continuing, "some of these are a community service type situation while others are more educational in nature. So far, I have things assigned thusly-Amara, Lance, Jamie and Scott, you will be helping out at the food pantry in town, distributing food to the needy. This assignment starts next Friday and lasts for a week. Do not groan, Mister Alvers, or you will be cleaning the garage as well. Rogue, Jubilee, Remy and Scott, you have the honor of being volunteer bell ringers for the Salvation Army in Manhattan. Logan will accompany you down there to ensure your safety. Rahne and Todd, you are to accompany Storm when she goes to Washington next week. I think it is high time you were exposed to the legislation that is being put into motion regarding our kind. Everyone else here has had some form or another of exposure to the bills in motion except for you two...I believe you were ill when the school took the fieldtrip to D.C last month?"
Rahne nodded. "Aye...food poisoning from Kitty's pizza..."
"Yeah, man...nobody told us it was poisoned!"
"It wasn't poisoned," Kitty said huffily. "The cheese was just not as...fresh...as it could have been. How was I to know anyway? Parmesan always smells funny..."
"The fact that it wasn't Parmesan but mozzarella should have tipped you off," Todd said, earning a glare from Kitty.
"May I continue? Good. Now, Jean, Kurt and Kitty, I have a rather interesting activity for you. Before I tell you what it is, I would like everyone else to leave the room...Oh, those of you I did not name, see Beast for your assignments."
"Professor," Scott began, kicking into Fearless Leader mode, "I don't think you should send them off on a mission..."
"Mister Summers, it is not a mission. Calm down. Now, leave...all of you except for those three." There was a general grumble as all filtered out but Jean, Kitty and Kurt. "Now...I don't want the others to feel I am showing favoritism here but I have to say that I might be doing just that. Kitty, I know you have had a very hard year in terms of family and personal problems. Kurt, you've been affected deeply by Kitty's issues and have suffered stress for it as well. Jean, you are the most responsible person in the Institute aside from the adults. I'm telling you this to explain why I chose you for this..."
"For what, Herr Professor?" Kurt was slowly growing nervous. "This isn't a mission is it? You weren't just telling Scott that?" A solo mission...without Logan or Storm or...wow...this could be so cool...
Professor Xavier smiled. "No mission, Kurt...sorry. However, you will be going on a trip. A colleague of mine from my university days is heading an archaeological dig in Central America. He contacted me to ask if I had any students who might be interested in coming down for a week or so to help with a critical portion of the dig. I have to confess, I also chose you three because of your powers. He knows of mutants and is fully aware of the purpose of the Institute. This will not be a shock or something you need to hide..."
"Professor,' Jean spoke up, "what are we supposed to do? And when do we leave?" She was sad at the thought of leaving Scott but archaeology had always interested her. Hey, a Central American vacation in the nice, steamy jungle while Bayville is hip-deep in snow...I think I'm okay with this "Hi "His name is Professor Theo Simpson. He needs help with a very delicate portion of the excavation. He has found a buried temple, overgrown with jungle and time, that normal methods would surely destroy critical artifacts. You leave on the thirteenth and return the twentieth of December, in time for Christmas back here."
Kitty quirked her brow in question, "What about the rest of his crew? Won't they notice when we start doing mutant things?"
"He's dismissed his crew for the next month, gave them holiday vacation. The government has let him stay on the side with the condition that he does not attempt to dig during the crew's break."
Kurt grinned. "Ah, but he won't be digging..."
"Exactly," the Professor grinned. "And besides, I think you could all use a break away from here for a while. Jean, I'm sorry, but you're going to have to be the chaperone for these two. The locals have very strict views about extramarital sex and, if asked, you are to say you're Kitty's duenna."
Jean sighed. "Always the duenna, never the maiden." A smile crossed her features quickly. "Oh, who cares? We're going somewhere warm!"
1 Some Jewish kids go to Hebrew school either in addition to or instead of regular school. In Houston, it's usually instead of "regular" school. It's like Catholic school but...well, Jewish.
2 Ranma 1/2 moment...