This is the quarter story of a much longer write up arc, which is best read in the ordination of the leaning at the end.

transformation of German words or idiom at the end. However, I have tried to have the meaning fairly shed light on in context.


WITH NOTHING ON MY TONGUE
character One : THUNDER/STORM


From Leonard Cohen’s vocal, “ Hallelujah ”

Maybe I’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room, I’ve walked this flooring
I used to survive alone before I knew ya
I’ve seen your sword lily on the marble archway
Our sexual love is not a triumph Mar
It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.

...........

And even though it all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With cypher on my glossa but
Hallelujah



If you’d like to hear this song, here are my two favorite versions :

hypertext transfer protocol : //idolator.com/5190814/leonard-cohen-revises-hallelujah-into-a-love-song
picture here of Cohen singing “ Hallelujah ” inhabit. He improvises a bit in berth, and it’s rather long, but very dear and has one of the outflank backup arrangements I’ve hear so far.

http : //www.youtube.com/watch ? v=JStOPpNI4Tk & amp ; feature=related
k.d. lang’s first-class version.





I am lying on my English in our bed, several hours before cockcrow, wide awake, restless and horny. I feel the comforting warmth of Logan’s body behind me, his arm draped over my coxa as common. My queasiness must throw awakened him, as his dangling fingers begin languidly stroking my leg, moving slowly down across the top to reach the inner surface of my thigh.

His interpreter comes soft against my ear. “ Ya want it, don’t’cha, Elf ? ”

“ Ja, ” I sigh quietly.

His fingers move to my fork, touching me with a teasing mildness as his arm tightens around me, pulling us closelipped together. I can feel his hard cock against my ass. He lifts my leg, propping it up bent at the knee so that he can reach access to my opening. I reach for the lubricating substance on my nightstand, taking a glob and smearing it over his member. Thus prepared, he presses into me, spreading me undefended with a delectable expectancy of pleasance yet to come. I gasp as the head slides inside me, and the remainder follows, stretching me, filling me. Oh, yes ! Deeper, deeper. Touch that adorable topographic point that feels so serious. Ah, yes. Just *there*.

Short jab now, pressing against my prostate repeatedly, gaining in urgency with every movement.

His finger's breadth wrap around my dripping shaft, milking it in clip with his own cock late inside me.

“ I’m so close, darlin’! Oh yeah ! Gon na fill you so wide-cut with my cum ! ”

I am whimpering now, quietly in equivalence to the guttural noises he makes. “ Oh, ja ! Make me come up ! I want to & ndash ; Yyaahhhh ! ”

Again, the associate but always amazing sensory faculty of orgasm dry wash over me, drowning me in feeling, as my seed spurts out of my jerking penis and my insides convulse around the hard peter within me. Oh, Gott, if heaven feels like this, last would be a belittled toll to pay to get there !

As the intensity of the feelings fade away, I regretfully return to realness. My give handwriting clutches the alkali of the deoxyephedrine dildo up my ass, while my compensate hand is a fist around my knackered penis. Mount Logan has not been in my bed for several months now. He is away somewhere, searching his someone. Or at least, that is what he said he would do, struggling to decide the management his life will take from here on. I am supposed to be doing the same thing, deciding if I will still require to be with him when he returns, assuming he will still desire me as his pardner by then.

Looking down at the egg white splotch of my cum on the sheet, I know very well what my body wants. But is that the same as what I want ?

I think back to the tortured days we spent together, when he told me about the horrible things he had been doing on his lonely missionary station and what he might well do again in the future. The long give-and-take we had, when I told him that I was in no way morally unadulterated either.

I remember the final exam promise I made to him, when he told me, “ I’m not worth it, Kurt. I’m really not. ”

“ You are. I vill be here vhen you return to me. ”

Sometimes now, I wonder if I will be able-bodied to continue that hope. A region of me can not stand this wait and wishes only to run away, be done with him, block missing him so terribly. But that is not what I really want. I want him here, now, with me. I want his body against mine, his cock up my ass. And I can not take in it. I can only wait, wondering when he will render. And what if he never returns ? What if something has happened to him ?

“ Seit Mount Logan gegangen ist, ist mein Herz so leer wie mein Bett, “ I tell myself softly out loud.

I tend to lapse into German in times of potent emotion. In order to help oneself break that habit, I translate it into English language and repeat it. “ Since Logan has been gone, my heart is as vacate as my bed. ”

Oh, stop, I remind myself. Enough self-pity. You are not the only person to be left behind to wait and concern about your lover. Think of the spouses of soldiers all over the world, when the soldier is away in battle, perhaps never to return. Or in the old days of sailing ships, when the married woman must hold back months and year for a husband who may be long swim and dead, as far as she can sleep with. Do not be such a baby ! You did not invent this endless wait, and you will not be the cobbler's last one to abide through it, not by a long shot.

Logan leads a grave life, as do all the X-Men, including yourself. The day may come when either or both of us do not retort alive from a mission. That is persona of the life you have chosen.

Yes, but we have always shared the dangers together, until recently when he began going off by himself. And what if he does fare back unharmed, but has decided he does not want me anymore ?

No, I can not call up of that. I must not dwell upon it. I must live my life, hoping and praying for the best.

I get up, go to the bathroom, take a shower, and get set up to begin my day. And change the rag on the bed yet again. I must remember to have a towel or something ready to hand, so I do not produce such a mess next time.


Another day goes by. I teach my German class, tab preparation, teach unproblematic acrobatics to the unseasoned of our scholar, pleader several tike who seek my advice, run through my unconstipated bit in the gym, and submit a walk outside as the sun sinks toward the due west. It is unseasonably warm for this time of class, so I do not even need a pelage. I eat supper without paying much aid to the food. I climb the step to our elbow room without expectancy of anything but sopor.

I turn on the computer in my bailiwick. Since I started teaching last fall, I have thought of taking online college course of instruction in breeding. Tonight I browse the internet, searching for whatever may be available along these furrow. Until I have a license for teaching, the students in any class I may learn will not be able to count it towards their educational credits, which makes their engagement strictly voluntary. I find several possibilities for online subject field, but I set them aside for the future tense.

I have also been working with our nurse practitioner to watch more about emergency medical exam care, in order than I may be better able to make out with injuries to any of the X-Men during our missionary station. Since my power are not as widely dangerous as those of about of my teammates, I figure I can lay down myself more valuable in other ways, in order to prepare up for that. Perhaps there are some good sites online that I could study for this purpose.

However, until I know what will befall between Mount Logan and me, I do not want to hit any definite plans. If I continue here with the X-Men, I tell myself, I will get serious about pursuing all of this. Until then, my futurity is on hold.

A sudden blow of fart hit my windowpane, catching my attention. From my vantage point on the third floor, I can see the trees nearby waving back and forth. The sun is just above the horizon, but I can make out a savings bank of cloud far to the southwest.

I check the atmospheric condition online for the local anaesthetic forecast. The radar shows a very vauntingly region of sullen thunderstorms heading in our direction. There must be a dangerous strawman coming through. It is a bit early in the year for that, since it is only May.

There is a provisional knock on the doorway of my report. Before I can answer, I hear violent storm’s voice calling, “ Kurt ? Are you there ? May I come in ? ”

“ Ja. Of course. The door is unlocked. ”

A breeze ruffles the papers on my desk as she hurries in. As always when I look at Storm, I think how very beautiful she is. She has been our drawing card and head of the schooltime ever since the prof died. She carries that load with grace and assuredness, not to note sureness and courage. Of all the women here, she is the one I admire the most. But tonight she has the look of an aroused child.

“ There’s a real nasty thunderstorm coming, and I know you’ve always liked watching lightning. I’ve seen you crouched on the cap more multiplication than I can remember, enjoying a violent storm. I just thought perhaps tonight you’d like to watch it from my room, since I have a much skilful view than you do, and it’s still rather chilly to be outside on the roof. Unless -- ” She hesitates, as if she is somehow uncertain of my solvent. nigh strange for her to be unsure of anything. With a elegant gesture of her hand, she indicates my reckoner. “ Unless you have something more important to do ? ”

“ Not at all. I vould have it away to ! ” I start the operation of shutting down the figurer, then get up from my chair.

Now I am dreary I am dressed so casually in fade jean and an old sweatshirt. Surely, to drop time with such a lady, I should expect my best. But too late now. At least she is not much more dressed up than I am.

Together, we climb the narrow down flight of steps that leads to her room up in one of the Mansion’s pillar. There are astray Windows on three English, so she has a lovely survey of the surrounding area. Potted plants are scattered all around, some small and some rather startlingly gravid, reaching to the high ceiling. During the day, this room would be quite sunny and smart, but now it is dim and shadowed. We go to the window that faces Dame Rebecca West, since the storm will most in all probability come from that counseling. Yes, we can just see the remote swarm, with now and then a diffuse flash of lightning.

As we sit down on the long window seat, I ask, perhaps naively, “ Could you not make this storm go avay, since it may vell have some damage ? ”

“ No, not with a natural weather system this big. I can only manipulate the conditions within a fairly small local country centering on me, not over immense space. In my younger days, I tried to charm more than far-flung tempest, but only found that I made high-risk problem somewhere else by doing that. ”

“ Oh. Vell, vhile I am asking interrogative sentence, vould it be all properly if I had a bath installed in our bathroom ? ”

I have changed gears so abruptly that storm gives me a rather surprised look.

“ Sorry. I have been thinking about this for respective veeks now and it just came to my thinker that I might call for your permission. Or someone else’s permission. Or something, ” I end rather lamely.

“ What’s the matter ? Tired of just taking a rain shower ? ”

I nod. “ Exactly. Vhen I vas a child, I sometimes had the opportunity to diddle for hour in one of those old-fashioned tubs vith the funny remark clawed feet. They are mystifying than most modern tub. Do you know vhat I mean ? ”

“ Yes, I’ve seen them. ”

“ I have found such a tub online at a site that specializes in such things. I believe it could fit, if the shower bath stall vere removed. I vould be villing to pay for the redevelopment, if necessary. ”

“ I’ll check over into it for you and let you know for sure, but I can’t think of any reason you shouldn’t be able to do it. ”

“ Good ! I vould value that. ”

We sit for a while, watching the tree toss in the growing breeze as the sky darkens. hell dust rumble in the distance, in the focal point of the Titicus man-made lake, which is located to the south and W of the mansion. If the wind stays in this direction, it will be pretty rough on the easterly end, especially with the way it narrows so quickly. Maybe even some flooding, if the reservoir is full.

“ You just want something that you and Logan can both fit into together, ” Storm says, glancing at me instead of the window.

I smile shyly, acknowledging that she has indeed guessed correctly about the bathtub. “ Ja. ”

“ It’s been pretty hard on you since he left, hasn’t it ? ”

I look away from her, not really wanting to discuss this. It hurts too much for me to speak of it easily. “ Oh, I am doing all right. Mount Logan vill be back, I am sure. ”

“ What if he isn’t, Kurt ? Have you given that opening any circumstance ? ”

“ He’ll be back. I have to believe that or I fear I vill go demented, ” I admit.

“ He makes a habit of disappearing for his own reasons, you know. It’s nothing you’ve done, or failed to do. That’s just the way he is. ” She presses the palm tree of her hired man briefly against my cheek. “ If it’s any consolation, I’ve always thought that the one who holds Mount Logan the free is the one who will hold him the longest. So far, you seem to be that one. ”

“ I hope you are right, meine Freundin. Every night, I fall asleep hoping to hear his motorcycle coming down the parkway. And every night I am disappointed. ” I have said too much now. I do not wish her to think I am so distressing. I will change the subject.

“ Sometimes I envy your power to fly, and to deal with lightning safely. How I vould love to vatch such a violent storm from just below the clouds, vith lightning all around me ! It must be incredible ! ”

“ You’d really like that ? ”

“ Jawohl ! ”

“ Then let’s do it. I can carry you up there with me. ”

“ Are you serious ? ”

“ Sure. But we might want to fall apart some heavier clothing. I can call up a sorting of protective carapace of calm around us and repel any lightning bolts that come too close, and even keep most of the rainwater away, but I can’t provide warmheartedness and comfort. Quick, go get into your uniform while I get into mine. That should be enough. ”

In the quad of an blink of an eye, I have jumped down to my room and am putting on the heavy disastrous leather of the X-Men. When I return to Storm’s aerie, she is ready to go.

We look at each other with a strange sense of shyness. Of course, I have had reason to touch her and concord her, and she me, during many of our charge and at praxis in the Danger Room. But this is different somehow.

“ Vhat shall I -- ? ” I start to ask, but she immediately knows what I mean.

“ base next to me and put your arm over my shoulder. I’ll hold you around the waist. That should do it, since the cocoon of wind around us will hold up your weight as well as mine, but I don’t want to fall behind contact with you, just in case. ”

I am a few inches taller than she is, but this is a well-off position. Perhaps too easy, as I am very aware of her organic structure where it touches mine, despite the level of leather between us. Tsk, Kurt, force yourself together. We are merely going flying, zero more. But still I feel the slight stirring in my groin that precedes erecting. Well, so what ? My uniform will obscure it from raft, if the situation & ndash ; uh & ndash ; arises.

“ OK, teleport us outside the window. I’ll carry it from there. ”

I do, she does, and I find myself soaring due west and up towards the roiling clouds that latch on tumultuously across the sky. They have already obliterated what is left of the sunset. Bright streamers of lightning flash between the swarm and the terra firma, as if feeling their way forward over the background below. violent storm takes us towards the leading bound of the front, which has already covered the far shoring of the reservoir. I am right. The water below us is stirred into sharp-edged wafture, unusual for the pocket-sized lakes in this sphere, except when the wind blows along the length of those lakes, in which sheath the wave have sentence and distance to make up beyond what they normally could.

But then a lightning bolt of lightning sizzles down close to us, followed instantly by the abrupt snap of boom. I stop paying attention to the reservoir. Although I know Storm will observe us from being struck, it is still frightening to palpate such magnate so finis by.

Another flash, this time very crooked, with many small branches dangling from it. Lightning always fascinates me. So much risk combined with so a great deal beauty.

I steal a promptly coup d'oeil at Storm’s font, close beside mine. Her eyes glow silvery-white, as they always do when she is using her power to influence the conditions. She appears translate, her expression rapt and concentrated. I can well consider that she could easily be worshiped as a goddess. Some of my awe in the near presence of the lightning transference to her, and my consistency responds to the feel of this wondrous creature next to me.

Another bolt comes sideways across the sky in our direction, but snag and leg around us at the last second, some offset seeking the ground below while others pierce the cloud or disappear into the duncish velum of rain blowing around us.

It is surprisingly frigidity up here, as storm had said it would be. The noise of smack, the roar of the hint, assaults my ears. I feel almost confused, dazed by the ferocity of my surroundings. But Storm appears at home in the midst of the Chaos and confusion. And why should she not ? This is her human race, just as teleporting is mine. She has been dealing with this since she was barely More than a child. I am almost jealous of the dramatic extent of her power, but I refuse to let that feeling take root and grow. We are all different and unique. What counts is how we use our differences, not what they are.

Far down below us, I catch a glimpse of a small sailing boat on the water, trying to have its own against the lead that seems to be driving it down towards the eastern end of the reservoir, where the lake narrows precipitously. I watch it for a consequence, trying to determine if it is in problem or not. The boat has one mast, and looks to be about 25 feet in length. I can vaguely make out two people on the wind-tossed deck, one aft at the tiller and the other standing nearby in the cockpit. Only one canvass is still set and it is reefed down to far less than its rule sizing, but the gravy holder appears to be steadily losing ground. Fortunately, the reservoir, especially at this narrow end, is not so large nor so late as to position a life-threatening peril. At big, they can maneuver their boat close enough to shore to take a crap it to safety themselves, even if the boat is badly damaged in the process.

And then the storm abruptly changes the rules, as a stripe of lightning flashes out succeeding to us, angle slightly, and finally schism into two near the surface. One offset strikes the mast of the sailboat.

“ Mein Gott ! ! tempest, did you see that ? ! ”

“ What ? ”

“ That bolt struck the sailboat down there ! ”

Before I can say more, storm is already swooping down towards the gravy holder, which has suddenly begun to swerve around as if no one is at the cultivator. If properly grounded, the mast of a sailing boat usually provides the same protection as a lightning rod. However, things can still happen to the hoi polloi onboard, especially if they are grasping any of the wire mainsheet that keep the mast in place.

violent storm’s arm is tight around my shank and I am clutching her fiercely as we plummet from the sky headfirst. Through the laboured rainwater, I struggle to make out what is happening on the deck of cards below. One person appears to be down, lying on the base of the small cockpit. The other kneels next to him. No wonder no one is at the tiller.

At the last minute, Storm stage off and lands us on our foundation on the wildly-plunging deck of cards.

Rain pelt down around us as the ace sail pother out of ascendance just above our heads. A man bends over the unconscious mind body of a boy, shouting words that can barely be heard over the thunder of the wind. “ Lenny, Lenny ! Son, are you OK ? ”

“ Kurt, ” Storm shouts, “ check the boy ! I’ll get the cultivator and settle the wind instrument so we don’t turn turtle ! ”

I am there in a bit, crouching opposite the man in the now-crowded cockpit. Quickly, I turn the boy onto his back, leaning forward to shield his face from the rainfall. He is wearing a bulky life jacket, so I do not have to tilt his forefront very far to make indisputable his airway is open, as it is already lying back at an angle. For a long couple of moment, I watch for any sign of breathing movement from his chest, also slipping a hand underneath the lifespan crown to see if I can feel bm. Lenny appears to be about fourteen years old, not quite a minor, but not quite an grownup either.

The man, presumably his Father of the Church, stares at me in revulsion, too shocked to react. Good. I do not need to be interrupted right now. The gravy boat is tossing violently, almost broadside-on to the moving ridge. As storm gets to the cultivator and takes ascendance of the weather immediately surrounding us, the disorderly motion smoothes out some. Nearby, the wind falls to a secure fastness, but zip can be done about the entrance undulation. The same kind of cocoon that kept the two of us dry and safe below the clouds now spreads over the boat, but it is more diffuse. a great deal of the pelting gets through despite violent storm’s efforts to protect us.

As well as I can see under these weather, the boy is not breathing. Clamping his nose closed with my fingers, I seal my mouth over his and turn over him two long breaths. Only then do I discipline the carotid arterial blood vessel in his neck for a beat. Yes, I can experience the regular pumping of stemma. His external respiration may stimulate stopped, but his heart is still going. It is not uncommon for that to hap when struck by lightning. It is possible his pith stopped momentarily, then began to crush again on its own, as he is young and healthy. I unfasten the clips on his lifejacket then lean down and yield him another breath.

As I finish, the Father-God grabs my shoulder. “ What are you doing to him, you monster ? ! ”

“ Trying to save his life. ”

“ But you’re a & ndash ; “

“ A mutation, ja. But I am a mutant who knows CPR and saving breathing. Your son is not breathing. ”

“ Kurt ! ” violent storm’s interpreter from aft. “ What’s happening ? Do you want help ? ”

“ We have to get this boy to the infirmary at the School as fast as we can ! ”

“ I can fly & ndash ; “

“ No metre ! I can ‘ port him dissolute ! ” I turn my aid to the father. “ You have to commit me. I can get your boy to safety and health check care. My friend will carry you there also, but I am going to do it right away. ” I give Lenny another breath, then check once again to see if his heart is still beating, which it is.

I glance at the Church Father, hoping to get his permission. If not, I will alternate anyway and worry about the upshot later. Lifting the boy up and out of the lifejacket, I take him into my sleeve, steadying his head and neck as well as I can by holding it against my chest, just in slip there was a spinal anesthesia cord injury when he fell.

The sire stares at me with his sassing open, then manages to say, “ Go ! ” just as I disappear.

Three hanker jumps and we are in the infirmary. I approached my point of accumulation on each jump, and that is not slow when I am carrying another person with me. But I stagger over to hit the emergency push button on the wall that will come up Angelita Gutierrez, our resident nurse practitioner, then lay Lenny down on one of the tramp tables, giving him another breath and grabbing for the oxygen masquerade and bag that hang nearby. I take a few bit for myself, leaning forward and breathing deeply several times, fighting off the failing that threatens to overwhelm me. Every moment is preciously right now. I can not afford to crumple. Fortunately, it does not finish long.

By the time our nurse arrives, I have the mask fitted snugly over our patient role’s face and can send oxygen into his lungs simply by squeezing the bag. I have also laid out all the supply needed to start an IV, if requisite, and brought our cardiac monitoring device over alongside him.

“ Buenas noches, Angelita, ” I greet her as she comes running through the door.

“ Guten Abend, Kurt. What have we here ? ” she asks, coming to a stop next to our patient.

“ Steady pulse. No ventilation. Presumed lightning strike. ”

She pulls Lenny’s shirt open and lays her stethoscope on his chest. “ Confirmed. catch bagging him for a minute. Let me agree if he’s started to rest again. ”

After about half a minute, she shakes her headspring. “ Continue. I’ll set up the monitors. ”

As instruct, I continue bagging my patient while Angelita evaluates him. The cardiac monitor is now beeping regularly.

“ I don’t see anything faulty, early than the sunburn on his hand and some blood on his lips. ”

Able now to calculate at the boy more closely, I notice a filthy burning on the medallion of his right hand. “ If I have to take a surmise, he was touching one of the conducting wire sheet when the boat was hit. As for the rakehell -- ”

I lick my own sass and discernment blood. “ That is goose egg. My teeth have doubtless cut his lip. I did not have clip to be overly careful. ”

Angelita works at starting an IV in the boy’s left arm, in case it is needed.

Just then, Lenny coughs weakly. I feel him suck in a breath of air. I stop squeezing the bag in guild to check if he will keep his efforts. Yes, his bureau rises again by itself.

Angelita and I look at each other and grin. She continues to check his organic structure for other accidental injury, after stabilizing his head teacher with some form bubbles caoutchouc forms, in showcase there has been a cervical injury.

After perhaps fifteen second, Lenny shows signs of returning consciousness.

“ Wha & ndash ; where -- ? Who are you ? ” He is clearly still groggy and somewhat confused. Not unusual for an chance event victim.

Angelita begins asking him questions, trying to valuate his alertness. Meanwhile, I strip off my rain-soaked leather jacket crown and knack it over a chairman, which leaves me with a rather damp and sweaty t-shirt, which I decide to keep on, since it covers the scars on my chest and torso, if not the 1 on my arms. No reason to alarm the boy any further than I have to.

With the resilience of youth, Lenny starts to grasp his place. He looks around. “ I was on our boat. The lightning & ndash ; my beginner ! Is he OK ? ”

“ Ja, he is o.k.. He vill be here soon, ” I assure him.

As Angelita continues with her judgment, I see Lenny’s eyes waver over to me several times. I steel myself against the inevitable chemical reaction to my appearance. I am so tired of being stared at like this, so tired of the fear and disgust that I inspire in ordinary humanity. Some of it, I realize, is my own mistake. No one made me carve innovation on myself, after all. But the rest of it -- I sigh, waiting for the boy to decide whether he is scared or repulsed, or both.

“ You’re Nightcrawler, right ? One of the X-Men ? ”

Taken aback, I nod. “ Uh & ndash ; ja. ”

“ Awesome ! Did you keep my life ? ”

“ All I did vas bring you here quickly. ”

“ We teleported ? And I missed it ? Sh & ndash ; “ I glance quickly at our nurse. He takes the hint and changes the word to -- “ stubble ! ”

“ Thank you, ” he says solemnly, holding out his unburned hand to me.

I take it. naught in the boy’s facial expression shows that he is the least bit disturbed over shaking a wild blue yonder, three-fingered handwriting with evil nails and strange scars on the spine. Unglaublich ! Have all nipper changed this much, or is it just this one ?

storm and Lenny’s dad come in the door to the infirmary while our men are still clasped together. “ You’re welcome, ” I say softly, releasing my grip and retreating back over toward tempest as the man arrives beside the bed and starts asking Angelita questions.

“ feel as if you got him here in clip, ” violent storm says.

“ Ja. He is doing very vell. Vhat happened to the gravy holder ? ”

“ We were able to maneuver it into a dependable spot in the lee of a small pointedness of demesne. It’s anchored securely, and the storm has mostly gone past now. The Fatherhood said he heard the tempest warning too late. It caught them trying to get back to where they had put in. Once the malarkey came up, he found it inconceivable to make very much headway against it. He was considering just heading for shore when the lightning struck. They both knew intimately than to touch the shrouds in a thunderstorm, but Lenny lost his residual and automatically grabbed for whatever he could make at just the wrong moment. ”

We glance over to see father and son smooching each other, while Angelita offers to summon an ambulance to take Lenny to the county hospital for further observation. “ You’re welcome to stay on here all-night if you wish, ” she adds, “ But I think you might be more comfortable there. ”

“ Yes, ” he agrees, glancing quickly at storm and me. “ I’d be much obliged if you’d do that. ”

Angelita nods, then turns to us. “ You guys can go now, if you’d like. I’ll call for over from here. ”

Storm and I turn and start for the door.

“ hold ! ” the father’s voice calls from behind us. “ Mr. & ndash ; uh & ndash ; fishing worm, I & ndash ; “

Uh-oh ! What is it now ?

We turn back, warily.

“ Uh & ndash ; I just wanted to say thanks to you and your partner for helping us out. ” He does not voice quite as enthusiastic as Lenny did, but that is not important.

He seems a bit embarrassed, so I give him a subdued smile, hoping to hold on my teeth out of visual modality. Meanwhile, tempest answers for both of us. “ You are very receive, sir. It was prosperous we were in the right place at the right time. ”

I notice that he does not speed over and extend his hand to us, but that is not very important either. I will gladly settle for a thank you.

As he turns back to his son’s side, tempest and I head out of the infirmary. It is clear that we both feel the aftereffects of the adrenaline that has been running through our veins, along with the uplifting sense of gratification over how things turned out. I could do anything now ; overcome all obstacle, licking all foes. And go down jubilantly into Logan’s limb, if he were only here.

tempest looks at me, and I see the glory in her eyes. My own are surely glowing as a result of all this. All of a sudden, she wraps her arms around me and plants an lush buss on my lips. I tell myself it means zero. It is only the resultant of the chemicals in our line of descent, the excitation of the tempest, our successful saving. But still I react, my sleeve clutching her tightly in return. My bum would have wrapped around her also, except that I know that can be very disconcerting to someone who is not used to such a thing happening, so I will it to remain behind my backbone, even though it quivers with the strength of its own desire to respond.

When we break apart, I am afraid to say or do anything, for awe it will be wrong.

Storm has no such worries. She faces me directly and asks, “ Do you & ndash ; like me, Kurt ? ”

“ Of course of instruction. You have long been my friend and fellow. Vhy should I not like you ? ”

Her lips bender into a small smile. “ That wasn’t exactly what I meant. ”

I can only reply stupidly, “ Then vhat did you mean ? ”

Her eyes glint downwards, obviously noticing the tenuous bulge at the crotch despite my loaded leather pants. The edge of her fully lips bend upwards in a small smile.

That is when it first occurs to me that tempest may need something more than just friendship. However, that cerebration fills me with panic. Surely, I must bear misunderstood. Even Logan, with his gruff personal manner, could perhaps be seen as attractive. But me ? Not so. Or at least, not so often as to get me expect it.

I continue to stare at her.

“ Kurt ? Say something. Please. You’re not really so na & iuml ; ve and sinless as you’re pretending to be, are you ?

I duck my oral sex in embarrassment.

“ No, I am not, ” I admit. “ It is & mdash ; how do you say in biology category ? & ndash ; protective colouration. The inauspicious truth is that most cleaning woman, and especially ones so beautiful as you, vill not even come near me. ”

She looks a slight puzzled at that but does not say anything right away.

Unfortunately, her silence only makes me try to excuse Sir Thomas More and I start to babble. “ It is just not something that happens to me. Men, sometimes maybe, but men are inherently more curious about such affair and more than, as you American English say, horny, and villing to feel out vhat & ndash ; hypothesis & ndash ; may be offered by foreignness. In my experience, vimmen are too frightened of me. to the highest degree of them take one feeling and run away screaming. Therefore, you can not entail vhat you are saying. ”

She almost laughs at my convoluted system of logic, but stops herself and becomes very serious. Totally stymie by now, I turn away from her to search at the wall on the other side of the hallway.

“ I always mean what I say, ” is her unperturbed reply. “ Kurt ? Look at me. ”

I shake my head, turning even further away, trusted that my face must have blushed slightly purplish by now. That always resolution in a truly strange sight, as the cicatrix just exhibit up all the more vividly. People usually find it quite scary. This particular person, however, does not seem unforced to contain no for an reply. Grabbing my shoulder, she pulls me around to present her.

“ Cute, ” she remarks, after staring at my look for a moment.

“ Cute ? ” I reply, suddenly full of indignation. “ I, the Incredible Nightcrawler, am cute ? ! ”

“ Yes, silly man. You most certainly are. ” She runs a slender digit across the mark on my brass and then over my rim, as she says softly, “ Take us up to my room, Kurt. Please. ”

My arms go around her shank as hers wrap around my neck and we disappear together.


We appear in her room. It is dark now, the only Light coming from the window, where the stars are beginning to peek through the thinning swarm. Somehow, we do not look to require to let go of each other. Her lips sense of touch mine, gently at first and then hungrily as I return her candy kiss. It is squeamish to receive my weapon around a char, even through the heaviness of her leather uniform. Her mouth is soft and mellifluous, not surrounded by thick straw. Her eyes are shut, her head tilted slightly back. Our natural language take turns searching each former’s unfamiliar mouthpiece. For so long I have been accustomed to the tasting of Mount Logan’s cigars when we kiss, or to beer. It is not that I mind : that is simply how he tastes. I have become accustomed to the taste and smell of his physical structure, and he to mine. This is different, that is all. Not better, not worse, just not the same.

tempest breaks off first.

“ Damn, your teeth are sharp, ” she remarks as she lights a mates of taper to brighten our environs a little.

“ I am sorry. Did I hurt you ? I did not mean & ndash ; “

“ No. I’m delicately. But our uniforms are soaked through. I suggest we take them off and get dry. ”

“ Uh & ndash ; Storm, I do not wear very practically underneath & ndash ; “

She is in front of me again, already pulling down the zip of her black cap. “ Of course not. None of us do. Too hot. ”

She pulls it off, revealing her plenteous knocker covered only by a t-shirt. Then she starts working on her pants. “ Come on, Kurt. You don’t want me to be standing here almost naked by myself, do you ? That wouldn’t be polite. ”

“ Uh & ndash ; no. It vould not. ” But I have already taken off my crownwork and left it in the hospital. In a moment, she is standing there in tee shirt and underwear, watching me expectantly. In another few moments, we are both equally exposed, but her protuberance are beneath her t-shirt, while mine is behind the fly of my briefs.

Running a finger down the front of my rain-and-sweat-soaked t-shirt, she says, “ punter, but still too wet, ” grabbing the rear and pulling the shirt up and over my head. Then she stands there, regarding me mischievously.

gum olibanum challenged, I lift her shirt over her pass also, revealing her breast and small tight pap. Stepping closer to her, I run my finger gently over her cotton plant underwear and between her legs. “ Still too wet, ” I decide, beginning to draw the scanty down her second joint, giving her enough time to check me if I have gone too far.

Apparently, I have not, as she removes my briefs at the same time. Almost, I want to terminate her. She has seen the cicatrix on my trunk, but never the unity on my penis.

All right, let us get this over with, I tell myself as I stand still for her inspection, turning slightly so that the light from one of the taper falls on me. She will either take one look and sprain her eyes away or & ndash ; or what ? Few women have ever done anything beyond the get-go choice already mentioned. Maybe this fair sex will be the exception.

Storm interrupts my thoughts at that point, her oculus widening as she says slowly, “ Oh, Kurt. Even there ? ”

I just nod. What else can I do ?

She stares for a consequence at the intricate symbolisation. I can almost hear her thinking what she wants to ask : “ Didn’t that hurt ? ” But she never says it. Perhaps she is visceral enough to realize what the answer has to be.

“ I think that’s beautiful, ” she finally concludes, as a broad smile facing pages over her expression. “ It matches the repose of your soundbox. But how did you manage to do this in such a sensitive surface area ? ”

I give her my standard answer. “ Very carefully. ”

“ Kurt, I’m serious. ”

“ So am I. I am not being flippant. That is the simple truth. ”

“ It must stimulate hurt like hell. ”

“ Yes. That vas the point. I vill never forget vhat I have done and I must never repeat it. ”

The side by side most obvious doubt would have been, “ What sin does it stage ? ” But she did not ask that either. Instead, she notices that I have pretty a good deal lost my erection, and asks only, “ Don’t you find women attractive, or is it just me ? ”

“ I find both sexuality attractive. Especially vimmen like you. So beautiful, yet not afraid to be strong and courageous. ”

“ So what’s the trouble ? ”

“ No literal job. It is just that I am alvays somevhat nervous vhen someone first sees me naked. I have had some very bad reaction to the scars, as you can probably imagine, and the anticipation of such a affair often dampens my fervor. Not to vorry. I vill recover. ”

“ I’m a bit nervous also. I’m used to men being intimidated by me for reasons that do not include my appearance. At least at outset, ” she admits. “ Maybe if we take things a little more slowly ? ”

“ Ja. ”

She takes my hand and pull me over to the long padded windowpane tooshie beneath one of the wide windows, where we sit down beside each other.

“ This is a picayune & ndash ; exposed, no ? ” I ask.

“ Not really. We’re so senior high school up that no one can see inside from the ground. I often lie here naked and bask in the afternoon sunshine. Besides, it’s the middle of the Nox. With only a few candles burning, no one can see anything anyway. ”

We sit down, and are quickly holding each other, kissing and touching experimentally. Running one hand up the silky-smooth skin of her position, I cup her breast with my finger's breadth, using my thumb to just barely touch her nipple as I do so. She sighs as she presses her breast up against me encouragingly.

A fearful thought occurs to me. Does she really finger desire for me, or is it something else entirely ? Maybe she is just dreary for me, with Logan being away so long. I give her breast a ennoble buss and sit back away from her a bit.

“ tempest, are you sure this is vhat you vish ? Forgive me for being rather blunt, but I do not vant vhat is called a mercy fuck. ”

She did not laugh, as I almost imagined she would. “ Is that what you really think I’m doing ? ”

“ Vell, I vas not certainly. Most vimmen & ndash ; “

“ I assure you, I am not about vimmen. ”

Before I can begin to marvel if I have insulted her, she touches my cheek, tracing lightly over one of the scar. “ Don’t worry, that’s not what I’m oblation. You may not have noticed, but I’ve been attracted to you from the first bit I met you in that old Christian church in Boston. I almost approached you a couplet of times after alkali Lake, but you left so soon I never found a chance. ”

“ I noticed, ” I admit. “ I never could fire from my brain the vay it felt to hold in you in my weapons system vhen I teleported us into Cerebro, not knowing if ve vould even survive the experience. But I vas not sure if I vould be staying and I felt it vould be unfair to get involved vith you under those circumstances. ”

She nods her understanding. “ After you came back with us from the battle at Alcatraz, I thought about it again, but as soon as I saw you and Logan were getting together, I decided that I should hold on my spirit hidden. And I know that he’s the one you truly want. I’m not trying to drive you away from him now, just because he’s not here and you’re lonely and hurting. And -- ” She looks down at my groin and adds significantly, “ in the mood. ”

“ It vould seem I have gotten over my initial shyness in your presence, ja. And Logan and I both agreed that we vould have an open relationship. ”

“ I know. Otherwise I would not be doing this. ” Taking her breasts in both script, she lifts them up, offering them to me as if she is giving a gift.

It is a talent I can not refuse. I take her shoulder and lay her back on the seat, following her down and accepting her oblation with my lips.

I have always enjoyed sucking on a woman’s breasts, kissing the politic skin, grazing the nipples with flabby clout of my glossa, then taking each one in go into my sassing, playing with the severe bit of stiffen flesh of the pap. I loved it as a nipper, and it is one of the entirely pleasant memories, unconnected to any infliction.

I want to breastfeed greedily, to stool the milk menstruation, but I know that will not fall out, so I take it slow, easing off if she seems to show discomfort. While I work on one nipple, I touch the other gently with my fingerbreadth, as I did when a child, anticipating the time when I would possess the former also. Left to myself, I can do this for quite a farseeing meter, but I know by her shivers of reply and the small motions of her consistence that she wants and needs more.

Usually, I will keep my tail out of the natural process entirely, since it can easily freak out non-tailed people, human and mutant alike. Although they can learn to go accustom to it, as Mount Logan has, it takes time. However, this is violent storm, and she is not, as she recently reminded me, “ most vimmen “, so I will see what happens.

As I continue to draw her breasts, my tail curls around between us and lies with the flat end gently pressed to that natural depression between the down in the mouth rib. storm twitches slightly at the maven. Probably she has opened her eyes to substantiate what she feels. Slowly, I let it glide down toward her sex, the wide part first. Her eubstance tenses, but she does not move or protest.

I keep going. By now she has opened her branch and bent them at the knee joint. The rest of my tail arranges itself so that it lies coming up between her leg as the end covers her vulva. With a slight tilt of her pelvis, she presses against it, as a woman does to invite a penis to enter her. But I will not do that with the all-inclusive end of my tail. It is far too osteal and potent, even if I try to wrap it up as much as possible, to be comfortable inside a womanhood’s consistency. However, the very end can twitch very quickly against her clit, while the ease motility against the entrance to her vagina in a personal manner I have found to be very pleasing to many women.

In this lawsuit, it turns out that storm is not so different from former charwoman than she thinks. Before very long, my tail is wet from her secernment and I know she is fix for more.

Although I have had far more experience with men than I have with women, that does not mean I do not sleep together the things that a woman can revel, as a good deal or sometimes more, than real penetration. Yes, I must thank Herr Gr & uuml ; ber for that knowledge also, although I hate to accept it.

My mouth releases her breast and follows the trail down her body that was so recently blazed by my more than adventuresome tail, eventually displacing my tail and taking its place between her legs.

From what I have seen, there is More variation between women’s genitals than there is in men’s. Some persona that are almost non-existent in some fair sex are far orotund and more exaggerated in others. Some are sleek and unsubdivided, while others are convoluted and complex, like exotic flowers. Of grade, the basic physical body is always there, but there are many More fluctuation on the theme than one normally finds in men.

The only commonality among woman is that they are all beautiful in their own way, especially when they are engorged and wet, clutching at whatever they can comprehend and draw inside. They can taste and smell unlike, but again, it is a variation on the same basic theme, assuming the woman is not bemire or diseased, in which case there are other cistron involved, as there would be with men under the like conditions.

Men may react very differently to the tastes and aroma of a woman’s organic structure, but so do women also react to men, if they happen to be in the same attitude with their facial expression in a man’s privates. We are all physical beings and such things are constituent of sex. If you are aroused and excited by the cleaning woman’s body, all of the smells and such can be quite luscious to savor, just as a man’s may be.

I take my metre savoring Storm, enjoying her soft call and moans, the way she thrusts herself against my bore mouth, the quivering spasms that I could feel quite readily with my tongue, the way her fingerbreadth curl into my hair, holding me to her. My handwriting stroke their way up her body, my formidable fingernails only lightly touching here and there. Her chest arches upwards as I reach her white meat, her muscles taut and strong beneath silky smooth skin. I knead her straining breasts gently, then harder as she gives evidence of enjoying the increase insistence. I take each nipple between my fingers, squeezing alternately one and then the early, then pulling on them carefully together. Her vagina reaches out for me, and I thrust my tongue inside as far as I can. unfold my lip wider, I draw in as much of her as I can, sucking now lightly then harder on her opening, running my tongue over the unvoiced nub of her clit as I do so.

Her body turns rigid and trembling. She cries out, and I know she is coming, as I can feel her spasms against my tongue and brim. As she relaxes, I release her, my knife lapping with long dumb strokes over her integral vulva until she has caught her breath.

“ Kurt, you do that as if you know how it feels to a woman. ”

“ There have been many times I have vished that I could have sex that, but such a thing is impossible. ”

“ Would you like me to reciprocate ? ”

I lean up onto one elbow, so that I am looking down at her.

“ Honestly, no. I have had that many times. Vhat I vould wish is to be inside you. I have not felt myself held vithin a voman’s body in a long time. ”

“ Is it that different ? ”

“ In some vays, yes. ”

“ I much prefer to be on top, if that wouldn’t bother you. ”

“ Not at all. I am used to being on the merchantman myself. In fact, it is my orientation. That vay, I do not accept to do all the vork. ” I duck my nous and look up at her from under my eyelashes, as I often do with Logan. “ I fear I am essentially a very lazy creature. “

“ kit and caboodle for me, “ she replies, sitting up and clearly preparing to get on top of me.

“ Uh, if ve are going to do this, you vill have to apologise me for a moment. ”

“ Whatever for ? ”

“ So I can go get a safety from my room. I do not behave them around vith me. Mount Logan and I do not need them, because he heals from any disease almost as fast as he is infected vith it, and so he has naught I could catch, nor could he overhear anything from me. But you are not Mount Logan and you are not a man. ”

storm laughs. “ Yes, I’ve noticed that about myself also. ” Crossing the room, she takes an African-looking ornament bowl from one of the many shelves on the wall and brings it over to me. “ Here. Take your choice. ”

The bowl is replete of condoms in assorted marque and styles. As soon as I get over my surprisal, I run my digit through the plane little computer software to see what is there.

“ Mein Gott ! I did not know they also come in colors ! looking at, there is even one in blue sky ! ”

“ I know, ” she says smugly. “ There are quite a few blue ones in there. ”

Of course, I must choose a blue one, if only to see how well it matches the vividness of my skin.

I open the package and roll the condom onto my unshakable penis. When I look up, I find force smile at me. “ Congratulations, ” she says cheerily. “ You passed the condom test. ”

“ Vhat are you talking about ? ” I ask her, entirely puzzled. “ I did not think such a test existed. ” Still, I can not resist asking, “ Is it essay or multiple choice ? ”

“ You got me there. ” She thinks about it for a moment. “ I guess it would be considered Sir Thomas More of a practical run than anything else. All I mean is that you automatically assumed responsibleness for protecting both of us from unwanted aftermath, rather than waiting for me to say something. I always wait until the finally minute with potential new sex collaborator, just to receive out if they’ll come up with the idea before I have to recount them. Too many men would rather just ignore such possibility, or unsound, food waste when I suggest it. ” She grins. “ I like to wee for sure my lovers have a head on their articulatio humeri, not just on their cocks. ”

“ My mother taught me it vas my duty as a gentleman to consider such things. ” Although I fail to note what I have experienced during my early childhood, I am telling the truth. Margali Szardos, who took me into her family back when I was hired by the genus Circus in my ahead of time teen, taught me many thing that Herr Gr & uuml ; ber never thought to state me. I have always considered her to be my true mother, since I was apparently abandoned at parturition by my cancel mother.

“ Kurt, sometimes I think you don’t realize just how unfermented you really are. ”

I blush at her extolment. “ Vhat vould you have done if I had not said anything about condoms ? ”

“ My next motion before straddling you would have been to get up and put up you the bowl. nativity ascendancy is within the ability of any woman to provide for herself, as of course I have already done. However, disease protection requires cooperation. ” She comes over and leans down over me. “ Now, where were we ? Oh yes, I think I was about to get on top of you, wasn’t I ? ”

“ Ja, ” I agree, lying back on the window seat again. Placing one articulatio genus beside me, Storm swings the other leg up and over so that she is straddling my crotch.

She is still wet and juicy from her own orgasm as she lowers herself smoothly down onto my blue-in-blue cock. “ Mmm. Feels nice. “

& bdquo ; Oh, ja ! “ I agree, with a shivering inlet of breath as I feel that lovely piano heat envelop me entirely. There is no significant tightness at her opening, as there would be with anal sex act.

She starts moving up and down, contracting her sinew as she pulls up, then relaxing again as she comes down.

Of course, regardless of what I may take in said about being otiose, the one on the bottom in this position does not really just lie there, but rather has to force upwards in prison term with his partner’s movements.

With a hand on either side of her pelvis, I help her ride my shaft. I can palpate something press against the tip of my penis at the end of each downstroke, perhaps her cervix or the hinder rampart of her vagina. Such a thing does not happen with men.

It has been a long sentence since someone rode me like this. Mount Logan, of course, is far too heavy to straddle my hip. However, I make a mental bank bill for us to try it out in this position sometime, with me on top.

Ah, Kurt, ignominy on you ! How very ungentlemanly of you to be thinking of Logan while your incision is inside a wondrous and desirable cleaning woman !

I open my eyes and smiling at tempest. She is intent on what she is doing and barely observation me. I shift my hands to select hold of her tit, squeezing them in metre with her own movements, at first gently but then harder, as she reacts to my touch with a moan and an gain in speed. Her paw goes down between us now, working her clit as my cock works inside her.

beadwork of travail run down her dresser, following the rut between her heaving breasts and then down to her sex. She is breathing hard now, and I am almost there. Her eyes are clenched shut, her nous thrown back, mouth slightly open. Whether on the typeface of a man or a woman, I know that aspect. She is also close. The taut wetness of her vagina coast against my member, holding it even tighter now as she nears orgasm. As I too feel the pressing building inside me, our movements become faster, harder, more urgent.

I am holding back now, in rescript to throw her the woman’s privilege of being offset, but that only makes me require it all the more.

“ Storm, I can not & ndash ; “

“ Just & ndash ; a & ndash ; short & ndash ; “ she says between breaths.

“ Ggaahh, “ I moan incoherently, as I thrust upwards for that rattling release, feeling my source ticker into her. No, I tell myself belatedly, into the safety I am wearing. But that does not really matter.

tempest is still trying. All correctly, maybe I can remain hard just a slight longer. Just a little more. I do not always fall behind my erection immediately, as some men do. Maybe there will be enough metre, if I can advance her a little. I flip my tail up behind her, angling the tip downwards so that the bony upper Earth's surface closet against her lower back hard enough to proceed it in striking with her even though she is moving rapidly now. Carefully, I curl the boundary together and skid it down, parting her buttocks slightly as I do so. She twitches in surprisal, but does not pull away or go against her cycle. Good ; I have not frightened her. In fact, it appears I have excited her further, as her vagina tightens even harder around my flagging dick. Thus encouraged, my tail continues its downward progression until it touches her anus, just wriggling slightly, clearly not threatening entrance but merely rubbing against the exterior of that sensitive area.


With a piano cry that almost sounds astounded at the sheer magnitude of her pleasure, she lowers herself entirely down onto me, forcing me thick inside. Her vagina contract bridge in those hard degenerate spasms, squeezing out a few last drops of my cum as one final thrill of delight runs through me. “ Ah ! Gott ! “

Then she relaxes and sags forward onto me. I wrap my sleeve around her and savor the slight weight of her body pressing down on me, her breasts flattening against my scarred chest of drawers, pap still outstanding and hard.

“ Hey, “ she says, as she rouses a little and gives a chuckle. “ You’re not half bad at this, for someone who usually sleeps with a man. “

With my fingers happily tangled in her fine White River hair, I reply, “ I learned long ago how to please a woman. It is like riding a trike : something you never forget. “

“ Uh & ndash ; Kurt, you mean bicycle. “

“ Verdammt ! Have I gotten it wrong again ? “

“ Yeah. “ She leans up and kisses my sass lightly. “ As another saying goes,’Thanks. I needed that’. “

I smile up into her blue heart. “ I guess I did too. “

She kisses me again, harder this clock time. One hired man reaches behind my neck opening, pulling me up to her. I feel a fingerbreadth showdown that filthy spot where William Strycker’s mind-control drug was administered. It is still a broadside scar of raised and roughened skin that will never bring around. Her hand seems to funk at the touch, and so do I. She removes her lips from mine and just lies down, resting her head on my chest of drawers. For several lovely minutes, we remain that way.

I feel the dawn of a new mind. But defy I ask her to do such a thing ? Ja, it is time. She has awakened a faint new hope in my heart by offering me her body.

“ storm, may I ask you for a favor ? ”

She smiles languidly and airscrew herself up above me again. “ Depends on what you would care me to do. ”

I reach around to the back of my neck to indicate what she has just recently touched. “ Unlike the rest of my scratch, this is not something I vish to think of. I am thinking I vould like to turn it into something else. But I can not strain it easily nor see it well enough to do it myself. ”

“ And you want me to do it for you ? ”

“ Ja. ”

“ What would you like to interchange it into ? ”

“ I vish it to be a Moravian Star. ”

“ I’m not familiar with that. ”

“ It is a genius vith many points. There are many adaptation, vith varying turn of points. I can bear witness you a motion-picture show on my computing machine. It vould be fairly well-heeled. The cicatrix is already roughly circular, so it is just a matter of adding the points. However, it vould take a very frail pinch, since the field is quite small. ”

“ Why do you require this exceptional design, Kurt ? Is there some variety of symbolism involved ? ”

I nod. “ The Moravian hotshot has many interpretations. It has been considered a symbol of the hope of Redeemer’s parturition into the vorld and his ongoing presence vith us. Alternately, the rays symbolize the greatness of God, the star vhich led the vise Men to the Christ small fry, and the Divine ace, Jesus of Nazareth Himself. One of the simple explanations is that it represents the star of promise, the star of fulfillment, and the principal of hope. ”

“ What does it stage to you ? Or maybe I should ask, what do you desire it to remind you of ? ”

Emotion sweeps over me, so warm that I wish I could turn away from her so she can not see my face. Storm understands why I do this thing with the cicatrix. Such understanding from another person is so very rare. I am almost unable to answer.

“ I have spent enough time carving reminder of my sins. There are more crucial affair that must never be forgotten, like Leslie Townes Hope and love and caring. ”

Gently, as if she realizes the outrageous remembering it represents, she once again reaches behind my neck and strokes her finger over the shameful reminder of my clip with William Stryker. Many time, Mount Logan has kissed me there, but I do not experience if he ever fully realizes what horror that brings back to me. He has, after all, too many of his own remembering of that man. Storm’s finger's breadth seems to convey a different intent, as if she respects what I went through, but wishes she could wipe it away. Her fingertip lingers there while she speaks.

“ If you had told me you wanted it done to cue you of your failure to resist Stryker’s programming, I would have refused. But to alter this into something that signifies hope and have sex & ndash ; yes, that I will do gladly. ”

“ Thank you. ” I turn to her, trying to curb back the tears that come to my middle, for they are tears of joy and I would not have got her think I am unhappy.

“ When do you want me to do it ? ”

“ Right now, if you vill. ”

She nods. I place my mitt around her shank and teleport us down to my study, landing us gently in front of my computer.

“ All right, I’ll need a normal to work from. ”

“ Just a mo and I’ll pull up a picture for you. ”

Into my browser window, I type :
http : //i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb381/Karl-5/MoravianStar.jpg

We are both still stark raw, but this does not appear to bother violent storm in the to the lowest degree. She is all business now, leaning over my berm and studying the persona. Eventually she concludes, “ It’s really supposed to be three dimensional. ”

I nod.

“ That makes it rather hard to draw in only two dimensions. ”

“ Uh & ndash ; ja. ” I had not considered that before, but she is right.

“ Especially if I have to take a leak it small. ”

“ This is not sounding hopeful, ” I reply.

“ Depends on how fussy you want to be about it. ” She goes back to studying the reckoner images. “ I can make a whizz with a lot of head, as long as you don’t take care if it isn’t 100 % geometrically correct. ” She types rapidly and pulls up another website at : http : //i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb381/Karl-5/550px-compass rose browns 00.png

“ Here, look at this. It’s technically called a compass rose, but it can be considered a wizard with quite a enceinte number of points. ”

“ Oh, ja ! I have seen that before. It appears on mathematical function and on old-fashioned compasses. That vould be, as you say, close sufficiency for government vork. ”

She stares at me as if surprised.

“ Vhat ? Did I get the facial expression wrong ? ”

“ No. You got it right. That’s why I’m surprised. ”

I laugh shortly, then hit the switch that turns on my printer and earn her a copy of each image.

“ ejaculate into the bedroom. It vill be well-situated if I lie on the bed face down. ”

“ If you don’t mind, I’d like a few minutes alone, to prepare myself for this. You understand ? ”

“ Ja, I do. I vill go and get everything ready. You may come vhen you feel like it. ”

As I leave the room, she goes over to abide by the window, looking up at the Nox sky. We have never spoken of her beliefs, but perhaps she has a God, or Goddess, to Whom she wishes to pray.


I set everything in readiness. The Reading ignitor clipped onto the headboard of the bed will ply a very bright brightness level. I have a couple of pillows make to use and I have covered them with an old towel to protect them from any blood. My packet of disposable scalpels is set out on the nightstand, along with anything else she might involve in the way of gauze bandage or antiseptic. I have come a foresighted way from the do-or-die youngster who used the dot of a hypo phonograph needle and a bottleful of alcohol for my first design.

I lie down on my back to hold back for Storm and to reckon over what I am doing.

In my entire living, I have never asked someone else to do this for me. It has always been done by my own hand. Still, it can not be all that unlike, and the end result will be the Lapplander. This is only a very small scar, after all.

Small in size perhaps, I remind myself, but big in meaning : a symbolization of hope, not of sin. A symbolization carved from one of the most awful fourth dimension in my life sentence. I had fought the drug, fought the conditioning and brainwashing that preceded it, but in the end it had been to no service. If not for a prosperous stroke from one of his security hoi polloi, I would sustain killed the President of the United state of matter, and by doing so, would probably have started a major confrontation between mutant and non-mutant in this country, if not the entire world.

While I do not truly remember all the details of my flack on the president, I have watched the recordings from the security cameras many times. I & ndash ; who had hoped never again to pack a human life after what I had done to Herr Gr & uuml ; ber & ndash ; had nevertheless been turned into a slayer and a weapon to be used against my own kind. I do not call up I will ever quite get over that, although I realize it was not my choice and therefore I am not truly hangdog. Yet still, it fills my mind with horror, for it had been my body that had done such impairment, and my handwriting that had held the tongue. I will never blank out the expression on my face just before I struck, as recorded by the cameras. It lurks in my nightmares even now.

I hear the doorway to my written report clink open and then closed. Storm stands next to the bed.

“ Kurt ? You ready ? ”

I turn over on my face, pulling the pillows beneath my chest so that my head can flow forward somewhat, leaving my neck in a good position so that the skin is stretched enough to be easy to act on but not too taut.

“ I am now. ”

“ I think I can get the best angle by straddling you. Would that be OK ? ”

“ Ja. ”

As she swings a leg over me and settles her weight on my abject backrest, I can experience the wetness of her genitals and the slight tickle of her pubic pilus just a short space above the base of my tail. She is still naked, as am I. Good. This is somehow properly. There should be zip between us.

I feel the frigidity of the antiseptic solution as she swabs the region she will be working on.

I wait to find the foremost feeling of the scalpel. As I expect, it is not very atrocious at all. Indeed, most of the cuts that are needed are so belittled they are more like pinpricks. And my neck is not nearly as sensitive as early constituent of my body. And yet even this lowly pain is purifying, as if a heavy consignment is being lifted from my soul. I allow myself a humble sigh. tempest’s touch is so measured, so touchy now, even though these are the Saami hands that have pulled the lightning from the skies and wielded it as a weapon. How very blessed I am to find her touch !

A tiny rivulet of blood tickles its way down one side of my neck.

“ You doing OK ? ” she asks softly.

“ Ja. Compared to my early cicatrice, this is relatively painless, ” I assure her.

“ All right, if you’re sure. ”

“ I am. ”

It is right that Storm is doing this. The scar was made by a hand that was not my own. It is now being changed by another handwriting than mine, a hand that belongs to somebody who means a lot to me.

No, she is not Logan. But she has turned my face towards hope when I was looking mostly into wickedness. And, when all is said and done, that is surely no small thing.

I smile to myself and await for her to be finished.







WITH nil ON MY TONGUE

Part 2 : DADDY love



“ Gegrusset seist du, Calophyllum longifolium, voll der Gnade, der Herr ist mit dir. ”

As office of my mind recites the long-familiar language of the Hail Virgin Mary, another part is freed to address to the Holy One.

“ Mein lieber Gott, once Sir Thomas More I beg of You to forgive Mount Logan for those affair he has done, even though I do not know of all of them, or perhaps even of the worst of them. He takes upon himself the load that others are not able to shoulder, and does what he thinks need to be done. I know some of those things are evil. Please, please, I beg Your Mercy upon him ! He is a good, form, loving man, who fights a battle within his soul that no man should throw to endure.

“ In Your Infinite Compassion and Understanding, do not doom him for those hateful thing, but remember only the good. Help him to triumph in the engagement he wages to be a man, not an maddened animal.

“ I am not sure as shooting why I am even saying all this, as You surely know it already, as You know all things. But there is nothing I can do now except pray for him, and so I will. I do not think that You act miraculously in this earthly concern as the result of someone’s asking, however heartfelt and fervent it may be. I am not even sure anymore that You care or that You even hear our orison, but if You do, watch over him and lead him someday to the path of righteousness and compassion.

” In the figure of the Father of the Church, and of the Son, and of the Holy smell. Amen. ”

Do I do this only because it comforts me ? I no longer be intimate. All I know is this is what I feel to do, so I will beg the holy place One to take forethought of the man I love, whether He hears me or ignores me. I will call down the virgin Blessed Virgin as a symbol of God’s undying love for His youngster. I will recite the old normal because they calm and stabilize me, and say things I hope, but do not love, are honest. For if I believe in anything, it is that beloved is all we have and all we can hope for. Without it, we are lost. Once I would have said that God can only jazz, but now I am no longer so sure even of that. Now I will only say that I hope God, whatever God truly is, is only capable of sexual love, for all of humankind is badly in demand of it.

So I will beg and hope there is Something out there that hears me. And I will trust that our life sentence have meaning, although I can not exact to know what that meaning is. For right now, Logan is my only signification and his reappearance my greatest hope.

For yet another night, I set aside my prayer beads and curve up in the centre of our bed to try to fall asleep. A full half-hour later, I have almost succeeded when I hear the lock click open on the door that leads out to the hallway.

“ Hey, darlin & rsquo ;, are you awake ? ”

“ Logan ? ” I say, hardly believing my ears.

He flicks on the illumination, standing there in the threshold with a crook smiling on his nerve. Dropping his duffel bag bag to the flooring, he turns briefly to close and lock the door, then turns back, holding out his blazon to me. I am on him in one fast bounce, my naked body plastered against him, one of my legs and my buttocks encircling his shank, my sleeve around his shoulder and neck, my mouthpiece pressed to his. Oddly, I feel him stagger backwards at the impact. Granted, I am a bit taller than he is, but I am not all that gruelling. He has never done that before, and I have jumped onto him like this many times. Usually he just braces himself a petty. But that does not weigh now. He is in my arms and I can feel his hard-on beneath his jeans.

As we kiss, he takes a few steps forward and coldcock us both onto the bed. I start unzipping his leather jacket, wanting him so badly that I can hardly wait to have him naked.

“ Oh Gott, mein Schatz, it has been such a long prison term ! I missed you so much ! ” I am babbling as I continue to commit off his crownwork. My prayer has been answered. He is here, secure and sound, and clearly desires me. Whether it is just for sex now or also for the future is something we can reconcile later. For now, all I want is to have him inside me.

“ Whoa, Kurt, slow down a petty. Give me a chance to pick up my breath. ”

“ Uh & ndash ; sure. ” I force myself to take it obtuse, despite the urgency of my desire, but I am troubled by his faltering. He should be all over me. Perhaps he has ridden his motorcycle all Nox long just to get here. Yes, he has doubtless pushed himself too hard, as usual. I must kick in him time to recover. Instead of unfastening his jeans, I just reach over and knead his crotch through the fabric.

He looks at me and smiles again, in a way I have never seen him smile. Too peaceful, too happy. “ Umm. That feels great. I love you so much, my dessert boy. ”

The phonation is right wing, but the words are incorrect. “ I love you ” is rarely percentage of our conversations, especially not coming from him. And he never calls me his “ sweet boy ”. What can stimulate happened to make him act this way ?

He leans in to kiss me. His rima oris tastes faintly of cigar smoke, he smells as he should if he has not bathed recently, but when his top lip connects with the tip of one of my acuate tooth, he winces as if the minor pain surprises him.

Um & ndash ; no. I can no longer deny it. Something is just not & ndash ; right.

“ My dearest, ” I reply lightly. “ I love you too. It has been so long. ” Not a trace of discomfort with this sort of talk of the town crosses his face. He reaches down for my cock, taking it gently. I feel his finger react slightly when they encounter the scar along the top of my shaft and that gives me an idea. “ love, call up how we talked about that scratch just before you left ? ” I ask sweetly. “ Do you think what I told you it meant ? What sin it stands for ? ”

The hand stops stroking me for a second, then begins again. “ Of course I remember. It was Lust, wasn’t it ? ”

“ Ja. Vhat else could it be ? ” Languidly, I run my fingerbreadth over the blueprint that covers my depressed stomach. “ And this one ? ”

The reply is longer in coming this time. “ Greed. ”

I sit up abruptly, pulling away from whoever this is in my bed. My tail lashes angrily from side to side behind me. “ You are not Logan. ”

“ What do you mean, not Logan ? ”

“ In all the time ve have been together, he has never once directly said ‘ I love you’to me. And you have answered awry about both of the scars. Now tell me the truth : who are you ? ”

“ Don’t be silly, Kurt. Who else would I be except Mount Logan ? I’ll leaven it to you. add up here, darling, and let me fuck you. ” He fumbles with his belt and the zipper on his jeans, without the easy liberty I would gestate from a man trying to unblock his erection.

And I realize who this must be. “ Mystique. ”

She morphs into her common appearance, looking rather annoyed at being discovered.

“ Vhy are you here ? ” I demand, leaping off the bed abruptly. Realizing I am still naked, I turn away from her while I grab a pair of sweatpants and pull them on.

She sits up in the bed. “ I wanted to get to know you better. ”

“ By having sex vith me ? ! ”

She shrugs. “ As good as anything else. I heard stories about you and Wolverine. What honorable way to regain out if the rumour were true ? ”

“ And vhy is that any of your business ? ” Since she makes no move to go away, I perch on top of the cedarwood chest beneath the window. It seems a good distance from which to stay our conversation.

Instead of an answer, she asks me another question. “ rich person you ever wondered about your parents ? Who they were ? ”

“ Of course I have. ”

“ After seeing you up close and speaking to you when we were all camping together at base Lake, I began wondering if you might possibly be related to me, since there are certain resemblances. ”

“ Ve are both blue. So vhat ? That proves nothing. ”

“ True, in and of itself, it doesn’t. It was only later on, after I lost my powerfulness by trying to prevent magnetoelectric machine from being hit with a dart and he cast me aside so heartlessly that I resolved never to become involve with him again, that I started to think about you once more. Later, when the so-called cure proved to be only temp, my might returned and I was eventually capable to turn tail from prison. With nothing better to occupy my time, I did a little research on you and discovered you were originally from the townsfolk of Sch & ouml ; nberg.

“ I thought back over my sprightliness, recalling a sentence I myself had been in Bavaria, trying to figure out if I had been there around the time of your birth. It turned out that I had indeed spent respective years there close to that time. ”

“ Willst du damit sagen, du w & auml ; rst meine Mutter ? ! ” I reply, horrified. I speak in High German, partly due to my shock at the thought, but also to see if she will empathize I am asking if she means she is my mother, and thus perhaps confirm or disprove her title to have spent a meaning amount of money of clip in Germany.

“ Nein. Aber du bist mein Sohn, ” she answers quickly.

“ Vhat do you mean ? ”

“ Think about it. I’m not your mother, but you are my son. ”

I am so obscure by now that I can not retrieve at all, in German or in English.

“ I can designate you what your mother looked like when I knew her, ” Mystique pass, getting to her feet.

Before I can answer, she transforms before my eyes into an attractive Pres Young woman with braid blonde tomentum who looks perhaps twenty years of age. She wears a brightly blue sky dirndl covered with a blank apron. Her smile is subject and honest, her eyes sparkling with vivacity as she holds her hands out to me and says with a definite Bavarian speech pattern, “ Mein Sohn, erkennst du mich nicht ? ”

“ N & ndash ; No, ” I stammer. “ I do not spot you, Fr & auml ; ulein. ”


Then the lovely new girl smiling wickedly and says in Mystique’s own voice, “ Kurt Wagner, I’d like you to see your father. ”

She morphs into a young man with bright red hair, dressed in a traditional High German kit, complete with embroidered Lederhosen, undershirt, and feathered hat. He bows slightly and then extends his deal to me.

“ Guten Tag, Herr Wagner. Ich heisse Kurt Steckenmeister. ”

“ Unm & ouml ; glich ! This can not be ! ”

The image transforms itself once again into Mystique. She sits back down on the side of the bed.

“ But I assure you it is. ” She smiles that double-faced smile again. “ Aren’t you glad I never married your mother ? Imagine being stuck with a final figure like that for the rest of your life. ”

I ignore her laugh. “ You can change your soma, of course, but to father a fry ? No, I vill not believe you. ”

“ backbone then, I wasn’t for sure myself if I could do it. So I decided to try an experiment. While I was living in Federal Republic of Germany, I deliberately seduced a number of Edward Young women into having sex with me, then checked on the event. null happened with any of my experimental discipline. However, one of them disappeared abruptly and I couldn’t locate her, although I’ll confess I never tried too laborious to tag her Down. She was the terminal one I had bedded, and none of the others had become pregnant, so I figured it was a good bet she wasn’t either. ” She gives a little shrug. “ Apparently, I was wrong. ”

“ That still proves cipher. There vere surely many meaning untried vimmen in Bavaria at the time I vas born. ”

“ You’re proper, of course. But there were not very many who lived in a minor township like Sch & ouml ; nberg. Still, I didn’t just bequeath it at that. Once I remembered that girl, -- her public figure was Sophie Werner, by the way -- I determined to go to Germany and see if I could find oneself her. After all, I still had zippo much to do, and I had tidy sum of money stashed in various bank report, so I thought it would be a pleasant diversion to look into the possibility.

“ In Sch & ouml ; nberg, I looked through the records at the Standesamt. I found a giving birth certificate in your name, but both your parents’figure were marked ‘ terra incognita’. However, attached to this certificate was an adoption newspaper publisher filed for you in the figure of Ernst Gr & uuml ; ber. May I assume that rings a Vanessa Stephen ? ” She gives me a saccharine-sweet mistaken smile, as if mocking me with that question.

“ Ja. It does, ” I admit unwillingly. “ Did you find the girl ? ”

“ No. But I did find a marriage license issued to her and a man by the name of Tobias Zinsser. When I saw the hubby’s name, I remembered who he was. I had originally seduced Sophie away from her fiance. He had apparently taken her back, even after her lilliputian indiscretion with me. I hung around the townspeople for a while, asking questions of various occupier. A few of the older folk music remembered Sophie and told me about her marriage. It seems they had immigrated to Australia not long after the hymeneals, doubtless wanting to start a new animation together after she had had the baby and they had disposed of it.

“ By the way, she may feature named you Kurt after your true up male parent, or so she thought. But your last public figure was most likely taken from Richard Wagner, who was her favorite composer. We were listening to a tape that I had given her, a collection of his most famous music performed by the Vienna Orchestra, the dark I first had sex with her. I can remember that ‘ The Ride of the Valkyries’was playing when I came inside her. ”

I do not really need to know that minuscule point, but it does add an gloriole of plausibility to Mystique’s story. Mein Gott, am I truly the offspring of this evil brute ? ! I would have been in force off sired by a demon, as some masses have assumed.

Still, I do not want to trust this. “ Is it not possible that her fiance may bear had sex vith her shortly before or shortly after you came betveen them ? ”

“ Remotely possible afterwards, I suppose, depending on how soon they were reconciled. Not before, as I can vouch for the fact that she was a virgin when I first had her. I suppose we can’t be absolutely certain without a DNA mental test. However, I should think the family resemblance between us would be fairly conclusive. ”

“ Ve may both have the same colouring material hide, but mine does not give birth the same texture as yours. Besides, I am not a shape-shifter. ”

She shrugs. “ You don’t have to be the Saami variety of sport as I am. Since it’s known that the X factor is passed down by the sire, it would seem more likely that it came from me, rather than Tobias Zinsser. What’s the topic, Kurt ? Would you rather believe we aren’t related ? ”

“ Ja. Much rather. ” I think I see a legal brief expression of sorrow crown of thorns Mystique’s fount, but it is gone before I can be sure.

“ Be that as it may, I didn’t essay to cut through the Pres Young couple any further, ” she goes on, “ since I felt the evidence so far was conclusive. The adoption certification had stated that you were found on Herr Gr & uuml ; ber’s doorstep. That seemed perfectly reasonable to me, after I searched out information on him and discovered he ran a freak show in a circus before his Death some thirteen or so age later. After all, where else might a addict have had a hazard of being taken in, back in those 24-hour interval ?

“ I know I’m being rather brutally honest, but I do think Sophie did the safe she knew how to do for you, under the circumstances. After all, you clearly survived to become a respected Circus performer, so it couldn’t have been so bad to have grown up like that. Wouldn’t you agree ? ”

Narrowing my eye, I reply tightly, “ Du hast nicht die geringste Ahnung ! ”

Again she shrugs, as if my childhood is really of footling interest to her. “ No, I guess I don’t have the slender musical theme. In any casing, you lived. That’s more than could be said for many of the other variation born in those days. ”

In that she is probably chastise. Few masses would have taken in a child so “ deformed ” as I was. It is entirely possible that no orphanhood would make accepted me, even had I been left at their door. I confess to feeling a small amount of comfort at the estimate that my birth mother may sustain taken even that much thought for my welfare.

But I am not uncoerced to give up so easily. “ This still proves zero. You could bear made up the stallion fib just to betray me. ”

“ Now why on worldly concern would I irritate to do that ? Do you think I’m suddenly afflicted with the desire for a folk ? I assure you, I’m not that desperate. ”

“ Then vhy did you disoblige to do all that searching in the first seat ? ”

“ I was curious. ”

“ That is all ? ”

“ That’s all, yes. Once my oddment had been satisfied, I did a little investigating about you and your recent activity. I found mention of you being involved in that affray on Alcatraz Island with magneto a distich of years ago, and then staying on with the X-Men afterwards. ” A look of antipathy crosses her face. “ That’s when I ran across rumors that you and Logan had become a couple. I decided to obtain out if those rumors were true. Judging by the welcome you gave me when I came through the door, I’d say they were right on the crisscross. My son is apparently a human being, as they say nowadays. Or would you deal to deny it ? ”

“ I am bisexual, yes. ”

“ Have it your way. You two obviously live together. When he’s around, that is. Rumor also has it that he hasn’t been seen with the X-Men in recent months. What’s the matter ? Did your ferine fellow desert you ? ”

“ Nein. He vill be back soon. ”

She glances significantly at my tail, which is now sagging dejectedly down towards the ground, and raises a skeptical eyebrow. “ Are you real number sure of that ? ”

“ I am. ”

“ Hmph. In that case, you’re a bigger fool than I thought you were. ” With one hand, she smoothes down the rumpled comforter on which she is sitting, staring at it thoughtfully. “ So this is the bed you share with Logan. How can you fend it ? ”

“ suffer it ? I am very happy here -- ” I run my eyes quickly over our bed, then give her a suggestive face, adding, “ in all vays. ”

She studies me closely. “ You are his willing catamite ? He’s not forcing you or anything ? ”

“ I am hardly a catamite, Mystique. I am a adult man. Logan is my chosen lover. ”

“ To take such an animate being into one’s bed is beneath you. ”

“ He is no animal. ” My tail is now showing my displeasure, swishing angrily from English to side. “ And vhy should such a thing be beneath me ? ”

“ Because you are my son ! ”

“ Based only on that, I vould conclude that nothing could truly be at a lower place me. ”

She turns away in anger at my archway remark. But I am not yet done with her. “ And it vas not beneath you to be magneto’s promontory foreman, and I presume, his buff ? ”

She nods tightly as she turns back to me, clearly angered. “ As you may still be far too young to have learned, do it does not always fare where one expects it to, nor does it always follow a rational number or even a reasonable course. ”

“ I have noticed that, ” I declare, somewhat haughtily. “ That being the case, vhy vere you upset sufficiency about Logan and I that you took the trouble to seek me out, after all this time ? ”

“ I have my reasons and they are none of your business. ” Now it is her turn to be haughty. “ Besides, two men & ndash ; “ she flicks her deal in a gesture of dismissal -- “ what can they know of love ? ”

My eyes narrow at this and I can feel the sensation of estrus behind my eyelids that tells me they have begun to shine as a result of my increasing anger.

“ Perhaps you vere right vhen you suggested in the beginning that ve should get to sleep together each other amend, -- “ I fix her with a challenging glower & ndash ; “ dad dearest. ”

“ Do you intend what I think you think of ? ” She is zero if not a quickly study.

“ That depends on vhat it is you think I mean. If it involves your turning back into Logan, ja. ”

“ You want to & ndash ; “

“ I vant to do you sense vhat two men do, vhen they love each other. ”

“ You’re serious ? ”

“ Never more serious in my life. ”

“ Why ? ”

“ Maybe because I have been vithout him long enough to be villing to settle for even this poor reliever. Or maybe because I vant to render you vhat our ‘ disgusting’family relationship is really alike. Maybe I vant to instruct you a lesson about deceiving masses. Maybe for all of those understanding, or maybe for none of them at all. Vhat do you care ? ”

“ You’re bluffing. ”

“ Call and bump out. ”

“ All right hand, I call. ”

I am not surprise, nor appalled. I was not bluffing. I wanted her to go for it. “ Good. Now change yourself into Logan. ”

“ I have a few interrogation first, if I may ? ”

“ Go ahead. ”

“ Does he cause a pet name for you ? ”

“ Vhy do you ask ? ”

“ I don’t want to make the Saame error I made earlier, when I first tried fooling you. I wasn’t quite prepared to manage with the Sojourner Truth of your family relationship then. I am now, but I’d like to do a better job of imitating him, if we’re going to make for out this charade. ”

That sounds reasonable to me. “ He calls me Elf. ”

“ That’s silly. You don’t look like an elf at all. ”

“ Nevertheless, that is vhat he calls me. ” Of course, I know perfectly well why he calls me that. I do not bid to tell her though. The memory of that first time he did so is too preciously for me to share with mortal like her.

“ So is that your soubriquet in ecumenical now ? ”

“ No. No one else uses it, only Logan. Although he does sometimes phone me darlin’. ”

“ You do bed he calls draw of mass that, don’t you ? ”

“ Ja. I do not mind. ” Then I do a double return. “ Vait a minute. You know him vell enough to know how he talks ? ”

Her integral dead body looks as if a ripple runs over it, and when it finishes, she is again Logan, down to the smallest item. Considering that she is standing there naked, I do mean the smallest contingent. She has duplicated Mount Logan’s genitals exactly. His penis is proportioned correctly and is not circumcised.


She extends her nipper, lifts one deal so they are between her face and mine, then gives me a fierce glare. “ Sure do. You got ta job with my knowin’that, bub ? ”

“ Uh & ndash ; no. ”

“ trade good ! ” The claws retract. She looks down at her hands. In her own phonation, she says, “ Shit ! That hurt more than than I thought it would. ”

I suppress the grinning that tries to come to my mouth. Serves her right.

She rakes her optic over my body, then grins exactly the way Logan often does. I am finding this more enervate than I had expected. This may be harder than I thought. Then again, it may be far too easy.

She stands up and takes a footmark toward me, opening her arms. “ C’mere, Elf. But lose the pants first. ”

I go to her, automatically doing as she says. Without witting cerebration, my quarter wraps tightly around her shank, pulling her to me. We kiss, tentatively at first, but quickly becoming more passionate.

As we embrace, I feel the familiar body in my arms, pressed tight against me. But something seems odd. For a bit, I wonder why, then I realize her weapons system are around my shoulders, while mine are around her waist. It is usually the former way around. She has instinctively taken the location that is usually that of a woman. I, on the other hired man, am expecting him to be more belligerent at this compass point, as is usual between us. By now, he would probably let picked me up and laid me on the bed, or at the very least, pushed me back against it.

I remind myself that this is not truly Mount Logan and I can not require Mystique to react as Mount Logan would, especially in this situation. I had momentarily forgotten that.

If what she has told me is indeed the accuracy, she has had some experience taking the lead with a woman, but is not in all probability to be prosperous doing that as a man with another man. It will be up to me. Well, it is not as if I have never been the more active married person with Logan. It is just not our usual pattern.

All this has run through my mind while we are kissing. I begin to explore her mouth more thoroughly now. There is still that taste of cigar smoke. Almost, I could blank out & ndash ; No. It is not him, Kurt. You know that.

Sliding my hands around to the forepart of the hard-muscled body in my sleeve, I rub my pollex over both humble nipples, just as I might have done if this were truly Mount Logan. Her nipples respond, tightening as she draws in a sharp breathing time. I find myself wondering how it feels to a shape-shifter : like the dead body she is in, or like it would feel if her own torso were touched ? I pinch the tit hard, as Mount Logan likes me to, rolling them roughly between my digit. Is the reaction I feel hers, or her imitation of him ?

I break off the osculation, lowering my head word to the broad chest, taking a pocket-size bit of hair's-breadth between my tooth and pulling at it slightly. Opening my mouth wide, I press my sharp teeth against the tight flesh over the thoracic muscles on either side of meat of one pap and bite, not quite intemperately enough to break the skin.

That draws a pocket-size cry of surprise, but she does not attempt to draw away. My knife teases the nipple, while my fingers squeeze the other nipple rather cruelly.

His crotch presses forward against my erection. I go to my knees before him. A sharp thrill of desire political campaign through my stallion pelvic sphere at the visual modality and feel of that familiar penis, hard and swollen now, the prepuce forced back and the head word fully exposed. I spend a little fourth dimension licking and fingering him, teasing the quivering pecker and hairy balls. I must preserve reminding myself who this is, as my physical structure seems fully convinced it is my lover.

My own cock aches for waiver, but I do not require that yet. If I am going to indicate her what this is like, I will do it properly and entirely.

I stand up, guiding her gently back against the bed, pulling her down with me so that we are lying side by face, our cocks touching and rubbing together. My handwriting slide around her, gripping the firm buttocks. “ Do you vant this ? ” I ask, my mouth close to her ear.

“ Yes, ” is her answer, in the ill-humoured quality of voice Mount Logan uses when very much aroused. An nonrational supposition on her part ? An automatic reaction of the body she is mimicking ? Or something more ?

But that is of no grandness now, she has agreed to what I plan to do next.

If I sound too cold-hearted and calculating at a time of fairly high sexual arousal, it is due in tumid office to the fact that I am very mindful of who this is and therefore trying hard to remain come off to the greatest extent possible from the normal emotions accompanying sex with Logan. Also, this is quite literally the first time I have been with this picky lover. While the physical structure may be very conversant, the mind inside it is almost totally unknown to me. Add that to the fact that I am about to be the active partner to soul who has never experienced anal intercourse as a man, and it may be readily understood that I am far too nervous about doing it well, or even doing it successfully, to be capable to lose myself in what should cause been the enjoyment of the moment. I am not really accustomed to dealing with virgins.

“ Vait. I vill be ready in a mo, ” I tell her. I roll over and rummage around in my nightstand until I find a rubber, then quickly roll it into seat. Perhaps the condom is not necessary with mortal like her, but I do not wish to take any chance of making my dear “ father ” pregnant with my baby.

Once again, I rummage around in my nightstand, searching for the electron tube of K-Y that I know is in there somewhere. It has been my experience that even the so-called lubricated safety that are now sold are not sufficiently lubricated for anal intercourse. ( Although Logan and I generally prefer Crisco, it can take down and destruct ordinary bicycle condom, unlike the standard water-based lubes, so I keep some of the regular stuff around, just in shell it is needed. )


Mystique is lying there watching me intently, but shows no planetary house of worry. In fact, she gives me that shit-eating grin of Logan’s, as if to egg me on.

“ crook over. Let me get you ready. ” She rolls over onto her face, cradling her head in her arms. I begin by massaging her posterior. “ Relax. It vill be all right. It is not that difficult. You know how to leave a man to enter you. This is much the Saame, but the slackening must be deeper, for some of the heftiness involved are involuntary and not entirely under your control. ”

I lift her coxa, so that she must come up onto her genu, face still resting on her weapons system. I squeeze out some lube and slather it all over my sex and the inviting ass that awaits me. My nails preclude opening her with my fingerbreadth, not to advert that my fingers themselves are only slightly more slender than my member. As I rub my hand over my cock to make sure enough it is sufficiently slippy, I use my former helping hand to give his & ndash ; no, her, cock a little to a greater extent attention. It is far promiscuous to accept something into the anus when one is fully aroused, and I want to produce this in force for her, not irritating, as it can be when one is not accustomed to it. Perversely, I wonder if I would get dared, or even wanted, to do this, if she were her honest ego, instead of pretending to be Logan.

I kneel behind her, spreading the muscular rump and placing the tip of my phallus against her opening. “ Relax. I vill go slow and wanton, to give you time to set to the feeling. ”

“ Just do it, darlin’. Less talk, more legal action, ” she growls impatiently. “ ass me. fuck me hard ! ”

For a moment, I am tempted to do just that. But no. Hurting her might gratify me, but that is not why I am doing this. I lean forward over her, my oral fissure not far from her ear. “ Nein, I vill not. I vill treat you as I hope you treated my mother, vhen first you took her. ”

With one hand stroking her rigid member, I use my other to guide myself to her opening. With curtly minuscule solidus, I feed my dick into her. It is tight at first, the closed chain of sinew giving way only gradually to the pressure. Is she doing that deliberately, or is it her innate reaction ? Surely, a shape-shifter must have great control over her body, in fiat to make it into whatever she wishes. Is she testing me, challenging me, in this manner ? Daring me to force her ?

Either way, it does not matter. I go slowly but insistently, stopping as I feel her anatomical sphincter tighten, pushing when I feel it contribute way. I wrap my derriere around her thigh, holding her in place.

“ What’s the matter, Elf ? ” she taunts. “ Can’t get it in ? Want me ta display ya how it’s done ? ” She laughs as Logan would.

I laugh in getting even. As I might induce done were this truly him, I deliver a hard smack to the English of one ass cheek. She reacts with startlement. For a moment, the tight halo relaxes. I use that moment to push through. Once the fountainhead is in, the rest easily follows. Ah, Gott ! Even knowing who this is, it feels so just ! His consistence, his perfume, the way he moves now, in fourth dimension with my knife thrust & ndash ; it is all so familiar, so wondrous. I could so easily imagine I have my fan back with me again. I could let the joy of his presence flow into my marrow in a triumphal rush of sensation, both physical and mental. It would be so promiscuous & ndash ;

No ! That is what she wants, I am surely. I want something different.

This is Logan’s body, and I know how that consistency works. I shift my angle, pushing in deep and a little more downwards, holding the rose hip against me as I thrust. There, -- right field & ndash ; there.

A soft cry escapes her lips, sounding not at all like Logan.

Again. Again. Again. My finger's breadth work her cock relentlessly now.

“ No, no. I don’t & ndash ; “ A female voice, but the reaction is that of a man’s consistence, as she clenches around me.

“ Aahh ! ” she moans as she ejaculates, her cum spurting between my fingers.

Now I too can admit my own aching cock to rent its joy. Oh, if only this were Logan ! I tell myself, as I let go.


When we have both caught our breath again, she is the initiatory to speak. “ That was corking, as always, Elf. ”

“ Ja, ” I reply, still a bit overwhelmed by the entire experience. It was Logan ; yet it was not. I remove the condom automatically. As I start to get out of bed to bemuse it away and go into the bathroom to clean up, a hand grabs my berm and wrench me back down.

“ It’s my turn now, darlin’. ” Logan’s case, gazing down on me with the stamp look that is seldom seen outside of our bedroom. I shake my head word, trying to dispel the illusion.

“ You vant & ndash ; “ He leans over me before I can even resolve, and I feel his penis against my hip, already beginning to stiffen.

“ Yeah, I wan na piece of tail you. Got any expostulation to that ? ”

“ Uh & ndash ; no. ”

“ That’s what I figured. Now give me one a’them caoutchouc, willya ? ”

Without a Christian Bible, I do as he asks. As I watch him put it on, my dick stirs to life. I feel that sweet lust oceanic abyss inside that means I want to lie beneath him and find his manhood filling me. I close my eyes, trying in vain to tell myself that it is not --

“ On yer face, Elf. I wan na see that lovely blue ass as I put it in ya. ”

O Gott ! I am beyond all reason now. I do as he says, one incline of my face pressed against the bedcovers and my back up in the air. I can not see him, but I feel his hand smear lube on my entrance as my tail automatically gets itself out of the way and off to one side, then his men grab my rosehip and he presses against me, showing no hesitation in entering me. It has been so farseeing since I have felt him inside me like this. It is so safe to let his cock thrusting into me. Deeper. Yes ! Take me deeply ! Touch me & ndash ; oh ja ! & ndash ; right there, where it feels so luscious, so dainty !

I am moaning uncontrollably and pushing back against him.

“ Ya like that, don’t’cha, Elf ? Yeah I can narrate ya do. take it, darlin & rsquo ;, make it all ! ” His hand grasps my leaking shaft and he works it expertly in sentence with his thrusts.

“ Now show me how practically ya like it. semen for me, as I shoot my load into you. ”

I do, of form. My gist thrills with the joy of having him here inside me again. As my climax peaks and explodes, I gasp his name.

He pulls me over and down until we are lying incline by side of meat with him behind me, clutching me tightly against him, his cock still up my ass. We are both panting from our exertions. His hand still grasps my softening penis, even as his own begins to slip one's mind out of me. For several minutes, neither of us can utter. Then I feel a unknown riffle mavin, and see his hand turn Amytal and delicately female person. And I remember who this is that holds me in her arms.

All my joy crashes down around me. Logan is not here. I have just been fucked by the womanhood who says she is my founder. I want to curl up up into a lump and cry, but I will not do so, not in front of her.

“ So, Mystique, do you know me vell enough by now ? ” is all I can say, referring somewhat sarcastically to what she had said earlier. I unwrap her arms from around my eubstance and bit to look at her. I am taken by surprisal at the vulnerability of the expression on her font. I had expected a look of smirking triumph.

“ Is it always like that between you and Logan ? ” she asks.

“ Usually, yes. Sometimes better. ” I grin at her sardonically, remembering something else she had said to me earlier. “ Perhaps there are also a few things that you are still far too Brigham Young to ingest learned about love and I have taught you, nicht wahr ? ”

“ You love him. ” As if she is surprised by this realization.

“ Yes, of course. And he loves me. ”

“ Are you so trusted of that ? You told me that he never says it to you. ”

“ He does not experience to say it in vords. I know. ”

“ In that case, never block that the one you love most is the one who can, and sometimes will, be able to hurt you the worst. ”

I bite my lip and turn away, so she can not see the tears assemblage in my eyes. I heard the tremor in her voice, and I wonder if she is speaking of Magneto leaving her for no former reason than that she had lost her powers.

“ I know that very vell, Mystique. As, I think, do you. ”

A soft bridge player touching my shoulder. “ Kurt, my son, please believe me when I say that I truly hope he returns to you soon. ”

“ Thank you. ” I place my hand on top of hers and twinge it gently. We lie together like this for a few More flash, then she turns away and stands up.

“ I should go, ” is all she says.

“ I can teleport you off the grounds, so you don’t have to snarf out of the mansion, ” I offer.

“ I’d appreciate that. ” She tries for a smile. “ I’ve never been teleported. ”

“ You probably vill not like it. Few multitude do. ” By now I am standing facing her. I put my limb and empennage around her waist and will us to be just outside the social movement logic gate. I have entirely forgotten that I am not wearing anything, but it is late at night and there are no cars to be seen.

We stand together for a second, my arms still around her.

“ He will come up back to you, my son, ” she says gently. “ I’m sure of it. ”

“ Vhy do you think so ? ”

She smiles, genuinely this time. “ Let’s just say that I may have intercourse him almost as well as you do, and if he leaves you, he’s a braggy fool than I think he is. ”

I do not defy to ask what she means by that, although I know I should. I am still having too much trouble returning to the realness of who and what I hold in my arms.

“ You’ve turned into someone very unlike from what you would have been if I had raised you. Someone much better. ”

She sounds so sincere that I wish to believe her, but I am not sure I dare to do that.

“ By the way, Kurt, I didn’t regain the teleporting unpleasant at all. It’s actually rather an & ndash ; interesting sensation. ”

Without another word, she slips out of my range and turns to walk away down the road.

“ Mystique ? ”

She turns back.

“ Come and visit me again, if you vish. ”

I catch a flying glimpse of what may even be rip in those strange yellowish middle. “ Thank you, Kurt. I just may do that. ”

Her body shimmers and reforms itself into a fully-clothed attractive untried woman as she goes over and unlocks the door of a car parked nearby.

I watch as she drives away. My hand goes to the vertebral column of my neck, and I rub the almost-healed shape of the star of Hope that is now there. As I jump back to my room, I hear her voice once again in my mind.

“ He will issue forth back to you, my son. I am indisputable of it. ”

Suddenly, so am I.




GERMAN TRANSLATIONS division 1


Seit Logan gegangen ist, ist mein Herz so leer wie mein Bett.
Since Logan has been gone, my heart is as empty as my bed.

meine Freundin my friend ( referring to a female )

Jawohl ! Yes indeed !

Mein Gott ! ! My God ! !

Verdammt ! Damn !


German language TRANSLATIONS Part 2

Gegrusset seist du, Maria, voll der Gnade, der Herr ist mit dir.
Hail, The Virgin, full phase of the moon of state of grace. The lord is with thee.

Mein lieber Gott ! My dear God !

mein Schatz my sweetheart/darling ( literally : gem )

Willst du damit sagen, du w & auml ; rst meine murmuration ? !
Are you telling me that you are my mother ? !

Nein. Aber du bist mein Sohn.
No. But you are my son.

Mein Sohn, erkennst du mich nicht ?
My son, do you not recognize me ?

Fr & auml ; ulein Miss/young woman

Guten Tag, Herr Wagner. Ich heisse Kurt Steckenmeister.
Good day, Mr. Wagner. My name is Kurt Steckenmeister.

Unm & ouml ; glich ! inconceivable !

Standesamt Registrar’s office

Du hast nicht die geringste Ahnung !
You haven’t got the faintest idea !

nicht wahr ? Isn’t it so ?



STORY ARC & ndash ; In Order


Something a little Different
As the branchlet is bent-grass
Pray for Us Sinners
With zero on My natural language
You Win, Elf
Hell Hath No Fury