Paradigm Shift

PARADIGM SHIFT CHAPTER ONE (NC-17)

Disclaimers: I own nothing...the characters belong to Marvel, the fic that started it all (FOREVER) spawned from InterNutter's springboard (thank her for this, lol), the plotbunny came from ProPhile (hi, ProPhile! I'm doing happy dances in your honor, lol), and any thing else you recognize I'll try and site the source. If not, know it comes from someone else and not me. Brand names, etc... are owned by people with lawyers and money and I am not getting any sort of profit from this fic other than gratifying my tendency to be a review-whore. ;) This work of fiction contains adult situations such as sex, sex, and more sex, including (maybe) slash (homosexual scenes). It also contains some very bad words that will get your mouth washed out with soap should you say them, and it may contain mild drug use and some abusive situations.

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm) is supercool and groovy and all the superlatives I can think of for betaing and keeping Kurt and any other German person who happens along in my fic coherent (mostly, unless I typo it up, lol). InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink make me glow like lightening bug for archiving. :) Readers/soon-to-be Reviewers (dare I hope?): Thankyouthankyouthankyou for reading my fic!
A/N2: And because I can...I'm leading off with smut! ;)

"So you really like it?"
"Mmmhmmmm..."
"Katzchen..."
"Hmmm?"
"You like your birthday present?"
"Oh, tea is fine."
Kurt sighed and took the book from Kitty's hands, making her blink at him in quick confusion before she finally smiled sheepishly. "I was just asking if you liked the book..."
"That would be a resounding yes," she said, leaning forward to kiss him quickly and take the book back at the same time.
"I was a little...unsure about giving you books for your birthday," he began, but was quickly silenced by Kitty's sigh and roll of the eyes.
"Kurt, I love them. I can't the them down. I mean it." She did, though, carefully slipping a bookmark between the pages to hold her place and scooting closer to him on the settee in the study, the one quiet room in the house now that summer was in full swing. "Did they finally notice I'm gone?"
"Rogue did but she promised not to draw attention," he said, pulling her closer by virtue of his tail around her waist. "They seem to all have Saint Vitus dance1 out there."
Kitty giggled and tucked her head under his chin. "I think I'll just let Rogue have this party for herself, after all that happened with her surprise party,"2 she sighed. "Think we can make it upstairs without being noticed?"
Kurt smiled. "Why, Miss Pryde, are you trying to compromise my virtue? Me, a good Catholic boy... I never!"
"Oh, yes you have!" she said, leaning back and making a face at him. "I've been there each time!" She disentangled herself from his tail and stood, smoothing her skirt over her thighs and gathering her books under one arm. "But if you don't _want _ to take advantage of some alone-time, I'll just take Stephen Hawking and go..." She gasped involuntarily as she felt herself grabbed around the waist, then the sudden pull-push sensation of being teleported, the familiar nausea that flared through her passing as quickly as it came. Her room was dark but she could make out the shape of the bed looming large a few feet away from them. As Kurt's arms fell from her sides, she said, "Ugh."
"Sorry," Kurt said a bit abashedly. "I'll warn you next time."
She did not bother to tell him that even with warning, she would still find the experience vaguely unpleasant. Instead, she smiled flirtatiously and moved to her desk, putting her new books carefully down next to her computer as if they were made of crystal instead of paper and cardboard. Kitty reached for the lamp's switch but paused, turning to look at where Kurt still stood, his eyes glowing in the dark room. "Kind of unnecessary, huh?" she tittered, flushing at the sound of embarrassment. No matter how many times they had done this, she still had a rush of butterflies in her stomach every time he gave her a certain look or touched her _just so _, no mistaking his intentions. "So..."
"Did I already tell you happy birthday?" he asked suddenly, sitting on the bed as if they were in the kitchen rather than the bedroom.
"Mmmhmmm," she murmured, walking towards him slowly, careful of the obstacles that she knew lay between her desk and the bed-random shoes, a pile of test preparation packets for college boards, and miscellaneous items strewn from her closet in her haste to dress for the party going on downstairs. "At least ten times, starting at seven this morning when you woke me up." She was directly in front of him then, her knees pressing against his and her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark and she could make out his features, the glint of dim light off his fangs as he smiled and the crinkle of laughter at the corners of his eyes. "Remind me to wake you up at an ungodly hour sometime..."
"But I woke you up _nicely, _" he pointed out. "You didn't mind a bit this morning... in fact, you agreed quite a lot with me!"
"You're incorrigible."
"Ja, and you love it." He tilted his face to meet her kiss as his hands slid up the back of her thighs beneath her skirt, pausing as he came into contact with the cotton of her underwear.
"You know what else I love?" she said, growing more brave.
"Um...me?"
"Close enough," she teased, pushing him back onto her bed and moving to lie atop him, kissing him before he could form a retort.
Kurt closed his eyes as she kissed him, the feeling of her lips and tongue on him and tangling with his own were enough to send all the blood from his brain southward. Kitty moved against him and he wondered if she even realized she was doing it as she made tiny noises in her throat, her hands clutching at the back of his neck as if to pull him impossibly closer. He finally had to break the kiss if only to say, "This would probably be better without our clothes on..." His fingers were already working on the button and zipper on the back of her skirt as he spoke. Kitty giggled softly and pressed her hands against his chest, telling him wordlessly to stop. "Was?"
"There's easier ways to do this..." She slid off the bed, brushing against his obvious arousal as she did so. Kurt fought the urge to groan as she did it, sure that it was intentional. Instead, he watched her almost avidly as she divested herself of her clothing and crawled back onto the bed, naked as the day she was born. "Now that's no fair...I'm all kinds of naked here and you're not!"
Kurt bit his lip and made a decision. "It's your birthday..."
"For another half an hour," she pointed out, the butterflies in her stomach back in full force because of the way Kurt seemed to be devouring her with his eyes. She nonchalantly pulled a pillow out from behind her back and covered herself with it, leaning forward as if it were a perfectly normal way in which to have a conversation with someone, naked and a little cold.
"But still," he said. He edged closer to her, pulling the pillow away and frowning as she jumped slightly, trying to cover herself with her hands by force of old habit. Gently, he pushed her hands down and leaned closer, making her lay back by virtue of his proximity. "It's your birthday." Kitty's breathing hitched slightly as he regarded her, starting with her eyes and moving downwards, his own respiration increasing as he took in her entire body. Flicking his glance back to her mouth, he saw it was parted slightly, her lips too inviting to ignore. He kissed her softly at first, Kitty laying back against the mattress fully, drawing him down with her and moaning low in her throat as the kiss deepened. Her fingers twined in his hair as his hands came up to touch her skin, his fingertips skimming just barely along the swell of her breasts, down the curves of her waist and hips, then back up over the slight swell of her belly to touch her breasts again. She arched against him as he caressed the stiffening peaks of her nipples and began kissing his way down her throat, his tongue flicking out to tease one rosy peak then the other, drawing on soft flesh and making Kitty moan a little louder. With tiny bites and licks, he nibbled hiy doy down her stomach, Kitty's breathing becoming more erratic as it became blazingly obvious just what he was intending to do. Her legs parted slightly, seemingly of their own volition, as he tail began to tease the flesh of her ankles and knees, flitting from one spot to the other, never lingering long enough for her to become used to the sensation. His breath on her wet sex made her gasp and tense her entire body into lines of rigidity. "Liebes," he said quietly, laying one hand just above the dark curls covering her center, "just relax..." She nodded, barely visible in the dark, and her body became less tense as he kissed the inside or thr thigh, slowly moving towards the inevitable. The first touch of his tongue against her made Kitty cry out, a breathless sound that may have been his name or encouragement-he could not tell which. As he increased his attentions, Kitty moved against him, raising her hips in response to his tongue and lips and teeth on the most sensitive area of her body. When he latched on to the small nub of flesh that drove her need, Kitty lost the last vestige of control she had. Her fingers knotted the sheets as she murmured his name over and over, all but begging for release as he teased her, drawing so softly it could barely be felt, then hard enough to make her shudder and mewl in pleasured response. Her knees drew up and her toes clenched against the bedding as he nibbled that pearl of desire, darting his tongue out to taste her arousal again and again. Her release came as a shaking cry of his name, her body arching and twisting as it was inundated with sensation and sought to respond in kind. When she finally fell limp against the mattress, he pulled away and rested his forehead against her hip, the slight tremors running through her body clearly felt against his own.
Kitty turned to face him, snuggling close as he moved up the bed. She kissed him, not minding the taste of herself on his lips, and said, "I think I might have liked that birthday present better than the books..."
Kurt laughed and kissed her again, pulling the sheet up over her nudity. "Sorry I didn't have time to wrap it."
Kitty snorted softly and sighed. "Sooooo sleepy..."
"Do you want me to go?"
"That's a stupid question, baby."
"Right, right...sorry..." Kurt yawned and felt her relax against him, feeling for the first time his own tired state. He closed his eyes and thought, _Just for a minute then I'll go change clothes and come back...so warm and nice and... _


"Wasn't that the same thing you had on last night, Kurt?" Forge asked, barely looking up from his work table.
"Um..." He blushed under his fur. He had not had the chance to change that morning after spending the night with Kitty and he was already ten minutes late for his "appointment" with Forge.
The older man hid a smile as he tinkered with something vaguely lethal. "I wanted to show you something I've been working on since I heard about your abilities..."
"Not this, I hope..." Kurt picked up a round, shiny thing that seemed to be made of glass.
"Put that down!" Forge said sharply. "That'll cut your hand right off!"
With a glance at the new teacher's bionic appendage, Kurt swallowed hard and put the unknown device back on the worktable. "Sorry," he said meekly.
"It's okay...there's just a lot of things down here you shouldn't mess with. For future reference, try not to come in here unless I'm with you, okay?" Kurt nodded and Forge smiled tightly, knowing that was an open invitation for snooping. _First one to trip the alarms are gonna have a hell of a laundry problem... _ "Now, this is what I wanted to show you..." He held up a holo similar to the one Kurt wore everywhere that was not on Institute property.
"I have one of those," he said, but took it from Forge anyway. "Two, actually."
"This isn't your ordinary holo, Kurt... I'm making some final modifications but I've fiddled with this enough so that..." he paused, looking excited as a kid at Christmas, "so that it can extend the range of your teleporting by at least a mile, maybe a mile and a half!"
"Was?" Kurt asked in disbelief, drawing the word out.3
"Well, I'm still working some of the bugs out, but..." he fell into a lengthy, detailed explanation of the inner workings of the device and the various stages of development.
Kurt stared at it, blinking. He was not too sure what to think; on one hand, he was excited that he would be able to port farther, but on the other hand, he wondered, _Why would I nto? to? Everything I need to see or places I need to go are all within a two mile radius _...Forge's next words drew him up short, though.
"...and with a few more mods, you'll be able to port blind."
"What do you mean?"
Forge grinned. "I'm going to work on this some more but by the time I'm done, you're distance will be increased and this little gadget will have a force field like ability that will prevent you from accidentally porting into a wall or mountain or something. It will sort of...make sure...that wherever you port to, you pop into a clear spot."
Kurt stared harder. "Huh. But this...this works?"
Forge laughed and took the device back. "Still a few more modifications to make for that last feature then I have to figure out a way to test it...Don't even volunteer," he said, raising a hand warningly. "There's no way I'm going to experiment on a living being with this thing!"
Kurt frowned. "But no one else can teleport and if it's going to be for me anyway..."
"Kurt," Forge said sternly, "don't even think about it..." He slipped the device into a metal lock box on the work table and shut it.
"Think about what?" Logan asked from the doorway.
"Anything," Kurt said sullenly.
"Good idea," the Adamantium laced mutant smirked. "Forge, there's a meeting upstairs for all of the..." he seemed loathe to say the word, "instructors. We're supposed to be there about ten minutes ago."
"Damn," Forge sighed. "Okay."
Kurt followed the two men out as far as the foyer then stopped, pretending he was going upstairs as they disappeared into the study. He waited a full minute before porting to Forge's work room and picking up the lock box. _Didn't even lock it...Thank you for the distraction, Herr Logan! _ Feeling only a little guilty, Kurt took the holo off his wrist and switched it with the one in the box. _Just to test it out... _
1 An old name applied to many illnesses and disorders that produce seizures.
2 Shameless plug for Institutionalized. *g *
3 In my head, it sounds like Apu on The Simpsons when he says "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?"