Carne Vale

CARNE VALE CHAPTER ONE (NC-17)
Disclaimers: I don't own anything. I'm po'. So poor I can't even afford the "or". If you recognize it, someone with money and lawyers owns it. I am just using them for fun and get nothing but my jollies from this...

A/N Mille grazie a Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, for betaing, translating, plotbunnies and the title. The actual bunny for this one came from ProPhile, who mentioned it during a review of HIALH. :) InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink make me a happy little witchy for archiving and being so generous with the space on their sites. The title means "Farewell to Flesh" in Latin/Italian and is the root of the word Carnival. Carnival in Venice runs about the same time as Mardi Gras here and in France and various prnt fnt fests the world over. The title will make sense in a chapter or two...:) Readers and soon-to-be-reviewers: You make me feel all squishy with love for spending your time reading my fics. THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




"I think this freckle right here is my favorite," Kurt murmured against Kitty's bare shoulder, kissing said mark. "Or maybe this one..."
"Kurt! That tickles!" Kitty giggled and tried to squirm away from her boyfriend but found herself held fast by two deceptively strong arms and a very agile tail. "I've got to get dressed for school!" She tried to pull her old shirt, stretched beyond belief, back over her shoulders, but Kurt would not let her.
"So? It's a half day today...we can run a little late...no one ever notices on half-days..." He returned to kissing the scattering of freckles across her shoulders and the back of her neck, nipping the soft skin where her neck created a curve.
"Stop being so evil," she breathed, her resolve to get out of bed rapidly slipping. "If we're late for class, there's no way the Professor will let us go with Remy and Jubilee this weekend! Come on, babe..." She tempered her admonishment by turning in his arms and kissing him soundly. "It was sweet of you to wake me up, though."
Kurt growled, pressing his mouth against hers. He parted her lips with his tongue and for a few blissful moments, they forgot entirely about school, homework, the forthcoming break and the fact that they were expected downstairs in less than twenty minutes. The sound of Lance and Todd thundering past doordoor made Kurt break away with a groan and sigh. "Well, I guess we'd better get up then..."
"Too late for you," Kitty said with a wink, a very obvious part of his anatomy pressing into her stomach. A tiny little thought wormed its way into a full fledged desire then and she smiled beatifically, making Kurt instantly curious.
"Liebes, whenever you smile like that, one of us gets into trouble." His words faded into a groan as her hand worked between them to stroke his hardening length through his jeans.
"Don't you trust me? Aren't we best friends on top of everything else?" she pouted, though her eyes crinkled in merriment, her fingers making short work of his zipper, carefully but quickly pulling it past his sensitive length.
"Kitty, I thought you had to get dressed," he gasped as her fingers wrapped around his member, squeezing and stroking in enticing patterns, erratic in pressure and pace.
"Mmmmhmmm...and shower, too..." she said a moment before she bit his lower lip, pulling him into another breathtaking kiss. Kurt's hands suddenly became active, skimming up Kitty's sides to push her nightshirt over her hips, fingers brushing dampening curls and seeking the spots that made her gasp and moan. Kitty did not slacken her attentions, running her thumb across the very head of his erection to gather the moisture seeping there, spreading it as she worked back down his shafakinaking the length slick under her fingers.
"Katzchen," Kurt said softly against her ear, "we're going to be late..."
"I thought you were so eager a few minutes ago," she teased, gently but firmly pushing against his chest so that he rolled onto his back.
"Well," he allowed, "it's not that I don't want to...It's just that I can hear everyone getting ready and I think Scott is going to be pissed if we make him late again..."
"He can get over it. I happen to like these early morning wake up calls," Kitty said, working his pants down over his hips with little resistance from Kurt. He moved his tail so that it would not be scraped when his jeans pushed past it, but other than that, he merely lay still and watched Kitty pull her shirt over her head, exposing her creamy flesh to his hungry eyes.
Kurt sighed, not unhappy or upset, but comfortable with this new routine. For the past week, it had become habit for them both to sneak into the other's room in the early morning hours, taking turns waking each other up with kisses and caresses, invariably leading to a quick, though heartfelt, lovemaking session before school. He had been late this morning because his alarm clock had not gone off, otherwise, he thought to himself, they would already be downstairs and he would be scarfing toast and eggs and waffles and...Kitty broke his train of thought by straddling his waist, her wet folds brushing the head of his erection. "Kitty," he moaned in the brightening room. She smiled at him and adjusted, slowly taking him in as his hands grasped her hips desperately. For once, she did not care that he could see her entirely, soft flesh over muscle, breasts that were too large for her liking, the scattering of cinnamon freckles he was enamored with but she hated... She just closed her eyes and felt himl ofl of him-the part within her, the body beneath her, his breath fluttering roughly, teasing her stomach and nipples with hot, shaky bursts. Kitty began rocking against him, only half noticing when his tail wrapped around her thigh, the spaded tip stroking the soft skin where the leg creased into her pelvis. She sighed raggedly and increased her pace, oblivious to the sounds of people moving up and down the hall, voices rising and falling with the rhythm of the morning. Kurt tightened his hands where they lay on her hips and held her against him, arching into her, grinding the base of his arousal against her most tender of places, making her throw her head back in pleasure as the starbursts started moving up and down her spine. She leaned forward, bracing her hands against his chest and kissed him, biting his lip again as she did so, drawing a harsh moan from his throat as he ground against her again. Kitty broke the kiss and gasped, reciprocating the movement. They became nearly frantic, seeking the definitive response from the other, hands grasping and pleading as their bodies moved in desperate rhythm. Kitty climaxed first, crying out sharply before she bit her own lip then, silencing her cries of pleasure as she moved erratically against him, her internal muscles wringing him for all he was worth. Kurt's own release was nearly violent in it's intensity, partially from the rushed nature of the coupling and partially from Kitty's wild response to him, her struggle to control her outcry and her rapid undulations emblazoning themselves on his sensory memory to replay again and again and again. The nearly painful tightening in his groin gave way to a sudden rush of release, the feeling of weightless pleasure washing over him even as he thrust against her. "Katzchen," he murmured as she lay against him, not breaking their joining but no longer moving against him, "we really need to get ready now..."
As if on cue, a staccato knock sounded at the door. Jean's voice, strident but not overloud, came through the wood. "Get dressed, you guys...and try to keep it down next time. I think you traumatized Jamie."
Kitty waited until her friend's footsteps faded before she giggled. "Poor kid...he's just now figuring out what goes where..."
"So long as he doesn't ask me for diagrams," Kurt shuddered, gently moving her off of him. He righted his clothes as Kitty giggled again, doing his best to clean up with the tissues Kitty kept on her nightstand. She moved into the bathroom, running water signaling her own preparations for the morning. In a few moments, remarkably few considering her appearance, Kitty was ready to go downstairs. "Why does it take you less than five minutes to get ready for school but hours to get ready for a date?" he groused good naturedly as he took her wrist, porting into the kitchen.
Kitty wrinkled her nose at the smell of brimstone, feeling as always mildly disoriented after porting. "It doesn't take me hours...besides," she said as she rummaged in the fruit bowl for the last peach, "I'd think you'd appreciate the effort. Here." She tossed him the box of pop tarts and a bagel. "Carbs...it'll do until we get to school, huh?" Scott's honking of the car horn was growing insistent.
Kurt sighed and grabbed two bottles of juice from the fridge. "I'll make up for it at lunch. Hold on." He grabbed her wrist again and they were in the driveway, Scott looking annoyed at their appearance. "Sorry, guys," Kurt said, wedging himself into the car between Jubilee and Rahne. "Where's Kitty going to sit?"
"With Rogue and Jean in the station wagon," Scott snapped, slamming the car into gear. "It's half a day today. You'd think that alone would be motivation to get your ass in gear."
"It was," Lance snorted. "So was Kitty's..."
"Klappe!" Kurt growled, slapping Lance on the back of his head. "Not one word, Lance!"
Scott rolled his eyes, pulling onto the road outside the Institute with Jean following closely. "Again? Damn, man. My hat's off to ya...that's ten times in ten days."
Kurt flushed under his holo and fur. "More like twenty..." he mumbled.
"What?" Scott tapped the brakes inadvertently.
Jubilee whistled. "You got me an' Remy beat, and we go at it like bunnies!"
Rahne groaned. "I think I just brought up some toast there...stop it!"
Lance shook his head in bemused respect for Kurt's stamina and Scott made a noise that was oss oss between a grunt and a laugh of disbelief. "You guys got your tickets for this weekend yet?" he asked by way of changing the subject.
Kurt sighed. "I need to pick them up today... Did everyone else?" There was a murmur of affirmatives and one 'duh!' from Jubilee, making Kurt sigh again. "We're leaving tomorrow morning, right?"
"Yep. Seven thirty flight to New Orleans. Coming back Monday night." Scott nodded firmly, as if he already had an itinerary for them all. Which, Kurt reflected, he most likely did.
Jubilee sighed loudly. "I want to stay for Mardi Gras itself! Remy and I could stay an extra day..."
"No way! The Professor said we're all together or none of us go. Guys in one suite, girls in the other." Scott shot Kurt a significant look in the rearview mirror.
"Was? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"That means you and Kitty are gonna have to take cold showers for a few days," Lance chortled.
"We can control ourselves!" Kurt protested. "What?" he cried over the disbelieving comments of his friends. "We can!"
"Kurt," Lance sighed, "you and Kitty are attached at the...well, hips, for the sake of being polite. You undress each other with your eyes all day!"
"Um. Lance?" Jubilee queried lightly, "Why are you noticing that?"
"How can you not?" Scott put in. "I swear, just being around Kurt and Kitty should be reserved for people over the age of seventeen most of the time!"
Kurt frowned. "Just because we have a healthy sex life, which I can't believe I'm talking about with you people, does not mean that's all we do!"
"When's the last time you two went out on a date? A real date? Not watching telly in the rec room until one of you gets all hot and bothered and you disappear upstairs?" Rahne challenged.
Kurt was mildly startled that he had to think about that. "None of your business," he sniffed. "It's our lives and our relationship and we're happy. We can control ourselves."
Scott sighed, swinging into the Bayville High parking lot. "Whatever you say, man..."
Kurt narrowed his eyes at his friend, sliding out of the car after Jubilee. "What? We can..." _I think... _