Sins of the Father

Sins of the Father (NC-17)
Disclaimers: I own nothing. If you recognize it, someone with money and lawyers owns it. I make no profit from this work of fan fiction. Further, this work of fan fiction contains situations such as consensual heterosexual sex, consensual homosexual sex, consensual BDSM, consensual anal sex, consensual oral sex and pretty much just plain sex. If that bothers you, go away and read something else. This fic also contains many swear words, graphic and not so graphic violence, angst, not angst, innuendo, alcohol use, potential drug use, and many things that some people might object to. Consider yourself warned. Due to the high incidence of trolls on the net lately, flames will be used to give Amara something to do.

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta... Cats find Ghwazee walks to be amusing. ;) InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are glomptastic for archiving/hosting. :) ProPhile: NOW you get to be smutmusey. ;) Morgan, that goes for you, too! Readers/Reviewers: Thank you for staying with me soooooooooooo long! I know the last one was confusing-hopefully, this one is MUCH better, lol. The Killer Kitties (tm) are circling, though, so be warned...


"Junk, junk, bill, porn, junk, junk...whoa..." Kitty paused and flipped back a few items. "Remy," she shouted, "your catalog is here!" She tossed the lingerie catalog onto the knick knack table in the foyer and kept walking, rifling through the mail. "How can we get so much junk here?" she muttered. "It should be illegal...hey!" She dropped the armload of mail, plucking out the one envelope that had caught her attention. She stared at the plain black return address, her throat suddenly going dry.
"There you are..."
"GAH!" Kitty jumped and turned to face Kurt, her heart racing. "Don't scare me like that!" she complained, swatting at him with her free hand. "I'm at a crossroads in my life right now and I don't want to take the fork marked heart attack."
Kurt chuckled, reaching for the envelope she held tightly in her left hand as he leaned in to kiss her quickly. "I thought you were going to meet me in the gym...all..." kiss "alone..."
Kitty sighed and ducked around him to grab the envelope. "Kurt, do you have any idea what that is you're holding?" She snatched it back and sighed in a mixture of reverence and nervousness. "It's a letter from the school..."
"The school?" he asked dryly. "There's only one?" He pulled her closer, crushing the envelope between them. "Liebes, Storm will bring the new kids back from town soon...we don't have much time to be alone before we're swamped..." He kissed her again, this time lingering as she sighed against him, parting her lips under his. He groaned a little as she pulled away just before he could deepen the embrace. "Kitty..."
"Kurt, I only applied to one school! This is it! If they rejected my application, off to Bayville Community College I go..." She sounded bright and cheerful but her eyes told a different story. "It's a thin envelope...that's not good, is it?"
"What're you asking me for?" he countered. "I didn't apply anywhere!" It had been a bone of contention with them, his lack of interest in college, but he held his tongue when she rolled her eyes and sighed. "What're you waiting for then, open it!"
"I...I can't!" she sighed. "It's too big..." She waved the envelope in agitation, pulling away from him to pace the empty foyer. "What if it IS a rejection? What'll I do then? I don't want to go to BCC! I wanted to go here..." She turned and faced him, looking torn. "But I kinda don't want to go because then...well, everyone is here and I'm there!"
Kurt affected nonchalance and crossed to her, taking up her wrists in his hands. "Katzchen, you worry too much. I know it's very important to you but tying yourself in knots over this will only make you feel bad and if you feel bad," he grinned, pulling her close again, "then I have to make you feel better."
She snorted softly by way of a laugh. "Then I'd think you'd want me to feel worse so you can do that."
"Too much work," he opined. "I'd rather just lay there and let you do it all."
"Kurt!" she laughed, swatting him again. "You're just one big wad of hormones, aren't you?"
"For the next fifty or sixty years, ja," he agreed, following her as she escaped his grasp and headed up the stairs. "Now where are you going?"
"My room. If I'm going to faint from shock, I want to do it on my nice, soft bed."
Kurt met her there, sitting in the middle of her bed as she opened the door. "I win," he grinned.
"Twit," she sighed affectionately.
She did not have a chance to say much else as he moved from the bed to her side in a blink, taking her up in his arms for an impassioned kiss before she could begin her mini-rant about the letter again. When he was certain she would not protest, he led her towards the bed, breaking the kiss only to pepper her jaw and throat with awkward nips and laves as he tried to keep her from tripping as they walked. Kitty dropped the envelope on her nightstand as Kurt half-pushed, half lowered her onto the bed. "You worry too much," he murmured, lying beside her.
She shifted to face him laying on her side and smiling faintly. "You're in a mood..."
"I'm seventeen. I'm always in a mood," he responded, nudging her thigh with his knee. "It's a blessing and a curse."
She laughed outright and slid her arms around his neck as he moved over her, his arousal pressing obviously against the juncture of her thighs. Kitty closed her eyes and sighed into the kiss, his tongue darting out to sample her lower lip before slipping his hand under her t-shirt. She gasped softly as he found her turgid nipple, his fingers brushing over her sensitive flesh before squeezing gently. She arched her back almost involuntarily, pressing against his hand as he drew responses from her. Her own fingers wandered across his back and down, finding the rise where his tail left his spine. She smiled against his throat as he shuddered when her fingers pressed and kneaded the super sensitive spot at the base of his tail.
He pressed his forehead against hers and drew a long breath. "That isn't playing fair, Katzchen." He opened one eye and peered at her with mock-indignation. "Not fair at all."
"Why should you get to have all the fun?" she countered, grinning fully. She lifted her hips to press against his, squeezing his tail at the same time. He uttered something in German that she made a mental note to ask him about later and pressed back, his arousal rubbing against her wet, waiting core through their layers of clothes. Despite the denim and cotton, Kitty could feel the warmth of their mutual arousal which, with the friction due to their clothing and Kurt's movement, elicited a low groan from her throat as she stroked his tail fervently. "Kurt," she breathed, "you're the one not being fair. I swear, I think it's mutant pheromones or something..." She laughed at her weak joke under Kurt's mildly bemused gaze.
"Was? It's not just my natural sexy German charm?" he purred, reaching between them to unzip her jeans.
"Maybe that's it," she murmured, lifting her hips to facilitate his removal of her pants. She scooted back on the bed as Kurt moved off her to undress himself, fixing her with his usual intense, admiring gaze as he returned to the bed. Kitty flushed slightly, pulling her shirt off over her head to toss towards the growing pile of clothing on the floor. She was getting better, she told herself, at accepting the fact he liked to look at her naked as well as clothed. She just wished he was not so obvious about it... Kitty let her mind turn to other things as Kurt pressed against her, pushing her back onto the pillows on the bed, his fur tickling her sensitized skin everywhere he touched her. She arched her throat, offering it to him in mute query, moaning softly as his teeth and tongue left a trail of pleasurable frissons from her chin to her collar bone. As his length pressed slowly into her, the tip of his tail trailed up and down her side, teasing her nipple before running down to the curve of her hip and thigh then back. Her sudden, sharp gasp as he entered her entirely was loud in the otherwise quiet room. Her fingers clutched at his bare back as he held very still within her, filling her completely. Tentatively, she moved against him, sighing as the warm waves of golden pleasure moved from her center to her limbs, making her feel pleasantly numb and tingling all over. As he moved within her, he pressed against the tight bud of pleasure at the apex of her sex, sending jolts of ecstasy through her core, each thrust bringing a new intensity. Soon, Kitty found herself unable to help the soft cries and incoherent pleas that escaped her as she alternately clutched at his back and then slid her hands downward to grip his tail, making him moan in turn as she drew pleasured response after pleasured response from him. She knew she was close to the edge and did not fight it, wrapping her legs and arms around him and holding him tight to her as she muffled her cry of completion against his shoulder. Kurt moved within her still, his own vocalizations only slightly more restrained than hers. When he reached his own end, she gasped with him, not letting him withdraw from her until he absolutely had to.
Kurt regretfully left her for just moments to clean up, returning to let her do the same in privacy. "Scheisse," he muttered as he caught a glimpse of her bedside clock. "Katzchen, what time was that new student orientation we were supposed to help with?"
"Two," she called back. "Ish." Emerging from the bathroom newly dressed and a little flushed, she added, "Why?"
"It's three."
"Oh, fuck me running backwards!" She looked panicked as she patted her clothes frantically, making sure she was in order. "I'm supposed to help Jean with the tour!"
A sharp, staccato knock fell on the door. Rogue shouted, "You two decent?"
"Well," Kurt grinned, "at least she's learned to knock..."