This is the one-quarter narration of a much recollective story arc, which is best read in the order of the List at the end.

Translation of German Logos or phrases at the end. However, I have tried to make the meaning fairly net in context.


WITH NOTHING ON MY tongue
component part One : THUNDER/STORM


From Leonard Cohen's Sung,"Hallelujah"

Maybe I've been here before
I've seen this room, I've walked this flooring
I used to hold out alone before I knew ya
I've seen your flag on the marble archway
Our love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.

. .. .. .. .. ..

And even though it all went improper
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but
Hallelujah



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

HTTP : //idolator.com/5190814/leonard-cohen-revises-hallelujah-into-a-love-song
TV here of Cohen singing"Hallelujah"live. He improvises a bit in place, and it's rather long, but very earnest and has one of the serious backup arrangements I've heard so far.

HTTP : //www.youtube.com/watch ? v=JStOPpNI4Tk & feature=related
k.d. lang's excellent version.





I am lying on my English in our bed, several minute before break of day, wide awake, restless and horny. I feel the comforting fondness of Logan's body behind me, his arm draped over my rosehip as usual. My queasiness must have awakened him, as his dangling fingers begin languidly stroking my leg, moving slowly down across the top to reach out the privileged surface of my thigh.

His voice comes lenient against my ear."Ya want it, don't'cha, Elf ?"

"Ja,"I sigh quietly.

His fingers move to my crotch, touching me with a teasing softness as his arm tightens around me, pulling us closer together. I can finger his operose cock against my ass. He lifts my leg, propping it up bent at the articulatio genus so that he can profit access to my opening. I reach for the lubricator on my nightstand, taking a glob and smearing it over his appendage. Thus prepared, he presses into me, spreading me open with a delicious anticipation of pleasance yet to add up. I gasp as the head slides inside me, and the rest follows, stretching me, filling me. Oh, yes ! Deeper, deeper. Touch that endearing place that feels so good. Ah, yes. Just *there*.

Short stab now, pressing against my prostate repeatedly, gaining in urging with every movement.

His fingers wrap around my dripping cock, milking it in time with his own pecker trench inside me.

"I'm so closemouthed, darlin'! Oh yeah ! Gon na fulfil you so full with my cum !"

I am whimpering now, quietly in equivalence to the pharyngeal consonant noises he makes."Oh, ja ! Make me come up ! I want to - Yyaahhhh !"

Again, the associate but always astound champion of orgasm laundry over me, drowning me in feeling, as my seminal fluid spurts out of my jerk penis and my interior convulse around the tough cock within me. Oh, Gott, if heaven feels like this, decease would be a small monetary value to pay to get there !

As the intensity of the feelings fade away, I regretfully return to reality. My left paw clutches the base of the glass dildo up my ass, while my right hand is a fist around my drained penis. Logan has not been in my bed for several months now. He is away somewhere, searching his soul. Or at least, that is what he said he would do, struggling to decide the counselling his life sentence will take from here on. I am supposed to be doing the Saami thing, deciding if I will still want to be with him when he returns, assuming he will still desire me as his cooperator by then.

Looking down at the ashen splotch of my cum on the sheet, I know very well what my soundbox wants. But is that the like 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 troglodyte missionary work and what he might well do again in the future. The long discussion we had, when I told him that I was in no way morally perfect either.

I remember the final examination hope 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 to keep that hope. A part of me can not fend this waiting and wishes only to run away, be done with him, hold back missing him so terribly. But that is not what I really want. I want him here, now, with me. I want his eubstance against mine, his dick up my ass. And I can not sustain it. I can only wait, wondering when he will retort. And what if he never returns ? What if something has happened to him ?

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

I tend to lapse into German in prison term of strong emotion. In ordering to help disclose that drug abuse, I translate it into English and take over it."Since Logan has been gone, my heart is as empty-bellied as my bed."

Oh, stop, I remind myself. adequate self-pity. You are not the lone person to be left behind to hold back and worry about your lover. Think of the better half of soldiers all over the world, when the soldier is away in battle, perhaps never to retort. Or in the old days of sailing ships, when the wife must expect months and years for a hubby who may be yearn overwhelm and dead, as far as she can know. Do not be such a baby ! You did not invent this dateless hold, and you will not be the last-place one to suffer through it, not by a long shot.

Logan leads a serious lifespan, as do all the X-Men, including yourself. The day may come when either or both of us do not fall alive from a mission. That is portion 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 come up back unharmed, but has decided he does not require me anymore ?

No, I can not think of that. I must not lie upon it. I must live my liveliness, hoping and praying for the best.

I get up, go to the toilet, assume a shower, and get quick to start my day. And switch the sheets on the bed yet again. I must remember to have a towel or something handy, so I do not make such a wad next time.


Another day goes by. I teach my High German class, check mark preparation, teach simple acrobatics to the youngest of our students, advocate various youngsters who seek my advice, run through my regular subroutine in the gym, and take a walkway outside as the sun sinks toward the west. It is unseasonably warm for this prison term of twelvemonth, so I do not even want a coating. I eat supper without paying practically care to the food. I climb the stair to our room without anticipation of anything but sleep.

I turn on the reckoner in my subject. Since I started teaching last declination, I have thought of taking online college grade in education. Tonight I browse the internet, searching for whatever may be uncommitted along these channel. Until I have a permit for teaching, the students in any class I may teach will not be able to look it towards their educational credits, which makes their participation strictly volunteer. I find several opening for online work, but I set them aside for the futurity.

I have also been working with our nanny practitioner to discover more about emergency aesculapian care, in Order than I may be better able-bodied to cope with injuries to any of the X-Men during our missions. Since my abilities are not as widely serious as those of well-nigh of my teammates, I figure I can take a crap myself more worthful in former ways, in order to pull in up for that. Perhaps there are some good sites online that I could hit the books for this purpose.

However, until I know what will happen between Logan and me, I do not want to make 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 future is on hold.

A sudden blow of wind smasher my window, catching my tending. From my vantage distributor point on the third gear flooring, I can see the tree nearby waving back and forth. The sun is just above the horizon, but I can lay down out a bank of clouds far to the southwest.

I check the conditions online for the local anaesthetic forecast. The radiolocation shows a very large region of heavy thunderstorms heading in our counselling. There must be a serious front coming through. It is a bit other in the class for that, since it is only May.

There is a provisional knock on the room access of my study. Before I can answer, I hear ramp's vox calling,"Kurt ? Are you there ? May I come in ?"

"Ja. Of course. The door is unlocked."

A cinch ruffles the composition 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 loss leader and top dog of the schoolhouse ever since the professor died. She carries that burden with thanksgiving and sang-froid, not to bring up confidence and courage. Of all the women here, she is the one I admire the most. But this evening she has the facial expression of an turn on child.

"There's a real number nasty electric storm coming, and I know you've always liked watching lightning. I've seen you crouched on the roof more clock time than I can think of, enjoying a storm. I just thought perhaps tonight you'd like to learn it from my room, since I have a much punter view than you do, and it's still rather chilly to be outside on the cap. Unless --"She hesitates, as if she is somehow incertain of my answer. nigh unusual for her to be changeable of anything. With a graceful gesture of her hand, she indicates my computer."Unless you have something more important to do ?"

"Not at all. I vould love to !"I start the summons of shutting down the estimator, then get up from my chair.

Now I am sorry I am dressed so casually in faded blue jean and an old sweatshirt. Surely, to drop time with such a Lady, I should take care my best. But too late now. At to the lowest degree she is not much more dressed up than I am.

Together, we climb the narrow flight of stairs that leads to her way up in one of the mansion's towers. There are broad window on three English, so she has a lovely vista of the surrounding area. Potted plants are scattered all around, some lowly and some rather startlingly gravid, reaching to the high ceiling. During the day, this way would be quite sunny and bright, but now it is dim and shadowed. We go to the window that faces Benjamin West, since the storm will most belike come from that direction. Yes, we can just see the distant swarm, with now and then a diffuse photoflash 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 cause some damage ?"

"No, not with a innate weather system this big. I can only manipulate the weather within a fairly humble topical anesthetic region centering on me, not over huge distances. In my immature days, I tried to influence more widespread storm, but only found that I made worse problems somewhere else by doing that."

"Oh. Vell, vhile I am asking question, vould it be all in good order if I had a tub installed in our bath ?"

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

"Sorry. I have been thinking about this for several veeks now and it just came to my mind that I might need your permission. Or someone else's license. Or something,"I end rather lamely.

"What's the issue ? Tired of just taking a shower ?"

I nod."Exactly. Vhen I vas a shaver, I sometimes had the opportunity to play for hours in one of those passe vat vith the rummy taloned metrical unit. They are deeper than most modern bathtubs. 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 thing. I believe it could fit, if the shower stall vere removed. I vould be villing to pay for the redevelopment, if necessary."

"I'll check into it for you and let you recognize for trusted, but I can't think of any ground you shouldn't be able to do it."

"Good ! I vould appreciate that."

We sit for a while, watching the trees toss in the growing picnic as the sky darkens. Thunder grumbling in the aloofness, in the focusing of the Titicus reservoir, which is located to the Dixieland and western United States of the sign of the zodiac. If the wind stays in this direction, it will be pretty roughly 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 hash out this. It hurts too often for me to speak of it easily."Oh, I am doing all right. Logan vill be back, I am sure."

"What if he isn't, Kurt ? Have you given that hypothesis any condition ?"

"He'll be back. I have to believe that or I fear I vill go crazy,"I admit.

"He makes a wont of disappearing for his own reasons, you know. It's aught you've done, or failed to do. That's just the way he is."She presses the ribbon of her hand briefly against my boldness."If it's any consolation, I've always thought that the one who holds Logan the promiscuous is the one who will hold him the long. So far, you seem to be that one."

"I hope you are decently, meine Freundin. Every night, I fall asleep hoping to learn his bike coming down the drive. And every night I am disappointed."I have said too a lot now. I do not wish her to believe I am so pitiful. I will change the bailiwick.

"Sometimes I envy your ability to fly, and to cover with lightning safely. How I vould love to vatch such a storm from just below the clouds, vith lightning all around me ! It must be unbelievable !"

"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 endure some heavier clothing. I can squall up a sort of protective carapace of calm around us and repulse any lightning deadbolt that come too close, and even keep virtually of the rainfall away, but I can't provide warmth and quilt. Quick, go get into your uniform while I get into mine. That should be enough."

In the blank of an instant, I have jumped down to my elbow room and am putting on the large blackened leather of the X-Men. When I return to storm's aery, she is ready to go.

We look at each other with a strange signified of shyness. Of course, I have had reason to touch her and entertain her, and she me, during many of our missions and at praxis in the peril room. But this is different somehow.

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

"stall future to me and put your arm over my shoulder. I'll hold you around the shank. 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 drop off impinging with you, just in case."

I am a few inches taller than she is, but this is a prosperous spatial relation. Perhaps too comfortable, as I am very aware of her dead body where it touches mine, despite the layers of leather between us. Tsk, Kurt, pull yourself together. We are merely going flying, nothing more. But still I feel the slight stirring in my groin that precedes erection. Well, so what ? My uniform will hide it from sight, if the billet - uh - arises.

"OK, teleport us outside the window. I'll consider it from there."

I do, she does, and I find myself soaring west and up towards the roiling clouds that break down tumultuously across the sky. They have already obliterated what is left of the sundown. lustrous streamers of lightning flash between the clouds and the earth, as if feeling their way forward over the primer below. tempest takes us towards the leading edge of the front, which has already covered the far shore of the man-made lake. I am right. The water below us is stirred into sharp-edged waves, unusual for the belittled lakes in this area, except when the air current blows along the length of those lakes, in which case the wave have time and distance to build up beyond what they normally could.

But then a lightning bolt of lightning sizzles down close to us, followed instantly by the penetrating crack cocaine of roar. I stop paying attention to the reservoir. Although I know violent storm will keep us from being struck, it is still frightening to finger such index so close by.

Another ostentation, this prison term very asymmetrical, with many small branch dangling from it. Lightning always fascinates me. So much danger combined with so much beauty.

I steal a quick glance at violent storm's face, close beside mine. Her eyes glow silvery-white, as they always do when she is using her power to influence the weather. She appears metamorphose, her expression rapt and concentrated. I can well think that she could easily be worshiped as a goddess. Some of my awe in the penny-pinching presence of the lightning transfer of training to her, and my soundbox responds to the flavour of this wonderful creature next to me.

Another dash comes sideways across the sky in our charge, but splits and branches around us at the last s, some offshoot seeking the ground below while others pierce the cloud or disappear into the thick veil of rain blowing around us.

It is surprisingly cold up here, as violent storm had said it would be. The noise of boom, the roar of the wind, assaults my ears. I feel almost confused, dazed by the ferocity of my surroundings. But tempest appears at home in the thick of the bedlam and mental confusion. And why should she not ? This is her world, just as teleporting is mine. She has been dealing with this since she was barely More than a kid. I am almost green-eyed of the dramatic extent of her big businessman, but I refuse to let that feeling take root and grow. We are all dissimilar and unparalleled. What counts is how we use our difference of opinion, not what they are.

Far down below us, I catch a glance of a pocket-size sailboat on the water, trying to hold its own against the wind that seems to be driving it down towards the easterly end of the source, where the lake narrows precipitously. I watch it for a bit, trying to find if it is in worry or not. The boat has one mast, and looks to be about 25 animal foot in length. I can vaguely make out two hoi polloi 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 normal size, but the boat appears to be steadily losing ground. Fortunately, the reservoir, especially at this contract end, is not so large nor so deep as to pose a life-threatening risk. At uncollectible, they can maneuver their boat close enough to land to seduce it to safety themselves, even if the gravy holder is badly damaged in the process.

And then the tempest abruptly changes the formula, as a streak of lightning flashes out next to us, rake slightly, and finally schism into two near the surface. One branch strikes the mast of the sailboat.

"Mein Gott ! ! violent storm, did you see that ? !"

"What ?"

"That bolt struck the sailboat down there !"

Before I can say more, Storm is already swooping down towards the boat, which has suddenly begun to swerve around as if no one is at the tiller. If properly grounded, the mast of a sailing boat usually provides the Sami protection as a lightning rod. However, thing can still happen to the people onboard, especially if they are grasping any of the conducting wire shrouds that keep the mast in place.

Storm's arm is tight around my waist and I am clutching her fiercely as we plummet from the sky headfirst. Through the great rain, I struggle to ready out what is happening on the deck below. One soul appears to be down, lying on the storey of the diminished cockpit. The other kneel next to him. No wonder no one is at the tiller.

At the conclusion minute, Storm grade off and lands us on our feet on the wildly-plunging deck.

Rain pelts down around us as the single sail fuss out of control just above our school principal. A man bends over the unconscious body of a boy, shouting Bible that can barely be heard over the roar of the wind."Lenny, Lenny ! Son, are you OK ?"

"Kurt,"violent storm shouts,"curb the boy ! I'll take the tiller and settle the malarky so we don't capsize !"

I am there in a irregular, crouching opposite the man in the now-crowded cockpit. Quickly, I turn the boy onto his back, leaning forward to harbour his expression from the rainwater. He is wearing a bulky life story jacket, so I do not have to slant his head very far to make for certain his airline business is unfold, as it is already lying back at an angle. For a foresighted dyad of mo, I watch for any sign of breathing motion from his pectus, also slipping a mitt underneath the lifetime jacket to see if I can sense drive. Lenny appears to be about 14 days old, not quite a baby, but not quite an adult either.

The man, presumably his father, stares at me in horror, too shocked to react. commodity. I do not demand to be interrupted right now. The boat is tossing violently, almost broadside-on to the wave. As violent storm gets to the tiller and takes ascendance of the weather immediately surrounding us, the chaotic motion smoothes out some. Nearby, the confidential information falls to a safe speed, but nada can be done about the incoming waves. The Sami sort of cocoon that kept the two of us dry and condom below the clouds now spreads over the boat, but it is more diffuse. practically of the rain gets through despite tempest's campaign to protect us.

As well as I can fix under these condition, the boy is not breathing. Clamping his nose closed with my fingerbreadth, I seal my mouth over his and establish him two long breaths. Only then do I arrest the carotid artery in his neck for a pulse. Yes, I can experience the steady pumping of roue. His external respiration may have stopped, but his bosom is still going. It is not uncommon for that to bump when struck by lightning. It is potential his heart stopped momentarily, then began to beat again on its own, as he is Brigham Young and healthy. I unfasten the clips on his lifejacket then lean down and give him another breath.

As I finish, the father grabs my shoulder."What are you doing to him, you monster ? !"

"Trying to save his life."

"But you're a -"

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

"Kurt !"Storm's voice from aft."What's happening ? Do you need facilitate ?"

"We have to get this boy to the infirmary at the schooltime as fast as we can !"

"I can fly -"

"No meter ! I can ‘ port him quick !"I turn my attention to the father."You have to rely me. I can get your boy to base hit and medical tending. My protagonist will fill 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 father, hoping to get his permission. If not, I will leap out anyway and worry about the event later. Lifting the boy up and out of the lifejacket, I take him into my arms, steadying his nous and neck as well as I can by holding it against my dresser, just in compositor's case there was a spinal anesthesia electric cord harm when he fell.

The forefather stares at me with his backtalk open, then manages to say,"Go !"just as I disappear.

threesome long jumps and we are in the infirmary. I approached my limitation on each start, and that is not well-heeled when I am carrying another somebody with me. But I stagger over to hit the emergency button on the bulwark that will muster up Angelita Gutierrez, our resident physician nurse practician, then lay Lenny down on one of the aggrandise tables, giving him another breath and grabbing for the atomic number 8 mask and bag that hang nearby. I take a few moment for myself, leaning forward and breathing deeply several times, fighting off the impuissance that threatens to overwhelm me. Every minute is precious right now. I can not afford to collapse. Fortunately, it does not hold up long.

By the metre our nurse arrives, I have the mask fitted snugly over our patient's human face and can institutionalise oxygen into his lungs simply by squeezing the bag. I have also laid out all the supplying needed to depart an IV, if necessary, and brought our cardiac reminder 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 twinkling. No respiration. Presumed lightning strike."

She pulls Lenny's shirt capable and lays her stethoscope on his chest of drawers."Confirmed. plosive speech sound bagging him for a minute. Let me check if he's started to take a breather again."

After about half a hour, she shakes her head."Continue. I'll set up the monitors."

As instructed, I continue bagging my patient role while Angelita evaluates him. The cardiac reminder is now beeping regularly.

"I don't see anything wrong, former than the tan on his hand and some blood on his lips."

Able now to see at the boy more closely, I notice a cruddy tan on the palm of his right hand."If I have to consider a speculation, he was touching one of the wire mainsheet when the boat was hit. As for the blood line --"

I lick my own sass and taste line of descent."That is zip. My teeth have doubtless cut his lip. I did not ingest time to be overly careful."

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

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

Angelita and I look at each other and grinning. She continues to check his body for other combat injury, after stabilizing his chief with some foam rubber forms, in cause there has been a cervical injury.

After perhaps fifteen minutes, Lenny shows planetary house of returning consciousness.

"Wha - where -- ? Who are you ?"He is clearly still groggy and somewhat upset. Not strange for an fortuity victim.

Angelita begins asking him enquiry, trying to measure his on the qui vive. Meanwhile, I strip off my rain-soaked leather jacket and hang it over a chair, 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 unity on my weapon system. No reasonableness to alarm the boy any boost than I have to.

With the resilience of youth, Lenny starts to grasp his position. He looks around."I was on our boat. The lightning - my Church Father ! Is he OK ?"

"Ja, he is fine. He vill be here soon,"I assure him.

As Angelita continues with her assessment, I see Lenny's eyes flicker over to me various times. I brand myself against the inevitable response to my appearance. I am so tired of being stared at like this, so tired of the awe and disgust that I inspire in ordinary humanity. Some of it, I realize, is my own fault. No one made me cut up plan 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 - ja."

"Awesome ! Did you salve my life ?"

"All I did vas bring you here quickly."

"We teleported ? And I missed it ? Sh -"I glance quickly at our nurse. He takes the wind and changes the word to --"hoot !"

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

I take it. Nothing in the boy's brass shows that he is the to the lowest degree bit disturbed over shaking a blue sky, three-fingered helping hand with vicious nails and unusual scars on the back. Unglaublich ! Have all children changed this much, or is it just this one ?

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

"Looks as if you got him here in time,"storm says.

"Ja. He is doing very vell. Vhat happened to the sauceboat ?"

"We were able to operate it into a safe place in the lee of a small point of solid ground. It's anchored securely, and the storm has mostly gone past now. The father said he heard the storm warning too late. It caught them trying to get back to where they had put in. Once the flatus came up, he found it impossible to make a lot clearance against it. He was considering just heading for shore when the lightning struck. They both knew better than to touch the weather sheet in a electric storm, but Lenny lost his equipoise and automatically grabbed for whatever he could reach at just the wrong moment."

We glance over to see father and son hugging each other, while Angelita offers to summon an ambulance to take Lenny to the county hospital for further observation."You're welcome to stay here overnight if you wish,"she adds,"But I think you might be more well-heeled there."

"Yes,"he agrees, glancing quickly at violent 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 take over from here."

tempest and I turn and start for the door.

"delay !"the Fatherhood's vocalisation calls from behind us."Mr. - uh - Nightcrawler, I -"

Uh-oh ! What is it now ?

We turn back, warily.

"Uh - I just wanted to say thanks to you and your collaborator for helping us out."He does not sound 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 keep my teeth out of sight. Meanwhile, Storm answers for both of us."You are very welcome, sir. It was lucky we were in the properly shoes at the right time."

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

As he turns back to his son's side of meat, storm and I head out of the infirmary. It is clearly that we both feel the aftereffects of the adrenaline that has been running through our nervure, along with the elate sentience of satisfaction over how things turned out. I could do anything now ; get over all obstacles, licking all foes. And fall jubilantly into Mount Logan's subdivision, if he were only here.

storm looks at me, and I see the glory in her middle. My own are surely glowing as a result of all this. All of a sudden, she wraps her arms around me and plants an overweening kiss on my lip. I tell myself it means nothing. It is only the result of the chemicals in our blood, the excitement of the tempest, our successful rescue. But still I react, my subdivision clutching her tightly in recurrence. My prat 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 rest behind my back, 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 fear it will be wrong.

Storm has no such worries. She faces me directly and asks,"Do you - like me, Kurt ?"

"Of course. You have long been my friend and comrade. Vhy should I not like you ?"

Her lips curve into a small smile."That wasn't exactly what I meant."

I can only answer stupidly,"Then vhat did you intend ?"

Her heart waver downwards, obviously noticing the slender bulge at the crotch despite my tight leather knickers. The border of her full lips bend upwards in a small smiling.

That is when it first occurs to me that Storm may want something more than just friendship. However, that thought fills me with panic. Surely, I must have misunderstood. Even Logan, with his gruff style, could perhaps be seen as attractive. But me ? Not so. Or at least, not so often as to get to me require it.

I continue to stare at her.

"Kurt ? Say something. Please. You're not really so naïve and sinless as you're pretense to be, are you ?

I duck my head in embarrassment.

"No, I am not,"I admit."It is—how do you say in biology family ? - protective coloration. The unfortunate truth is that most women, and especially single so beautiful as you, vill not even come near me."

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

Unfortunately, her quiet only makes me try to explain Thomas More and I start to tattle."It is just not something that happens to me. Men, sometimes maybe, but men are inherently more rum about such matter and Sir Thomas More, as you American language say, horny, and villing to encounter out vhat - possibilities - may be offered by strangeness. In my experience, vimmen are too frightened of me. nigh of them take one tone and run away screaming. Therefore, you can not entail vhat you are saying."

She almost laughs at my tortuous logic, but stops herself and becomes very serious. Totally abash by now, I turn away from her to take care at the bulwark on the other face of the hallway.

"I always mean what I say,"is her unperturbed response."Kurt ? flavor at me."

I shake my head, turning even further away, certain that my facial expression must stimulate blushed slightly purple by now. That always results in a truly strange sight, as the cicatrix just render up all the more vividly. multitude usually find it quite scary. This particular person, however, does not seem willing to accept no for an answer. Grabbing my shoulder, she pulls me around to face her.

"Cute,"she comment, after staring at my brass 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 finger across the mark on my cheek and then over my brim, as she says softly,"Take us up to my room, Kurt. Please."

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


We appear in her room. It is dark now, the only visible radiation coming from the windowpane, where the genius are beginning to peek through the thinning clouds. Somehow, we do not seem to desire to let go of each other. Her lips stir mine, gently at first and then hungrily as I return her kiss. It is gracious to have my sleeve around a cleaning woman, even through the heaviness of her leather uniform. Her backtalk is indulgent and mellisonant, not surrounded by thick chaff. Her eyes are closed, her head tilted slightly back. Our tongues take round searching each other's unfamiliar mouths. For so long I have been accustomed to the taste 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 gustation and smell of his physical structure, and he to mine. This is different, that is all. Not better, not worse, just not the same.

Storm breaks off first base.

"shit, your dentition are acutely,"she remarks as she lights a dyad of candles to brighten our surround a little.

"I am sorry. Did I hurt you ? I did not mean -"

"No. I'm fine. But our uniforms are soaked through. I suggest we take them off and get dry."

"Uh - violent storm, I do not put on very much underneath -"

She is in front end of me again, already pulling down the zipper of her melanise crown."Of course of instruction not. None of us do. Too hot."

She pulls it off, revealing her plentiful breasts covered only by a T-shirt. Then she starts working on her gasp."seminal fluid on, Kurt. You don't want me to be standing here almost naked by myself, do you ? That wouldn't be polite."

"Uh - no. It vould not."But I have already taken off my cap and left it in the infirmary. In a moment, she is standing there in T-shirt and underwear, watching me expectantly. In another few present moment, we are both equally exposed, but her bulges are beneath her t-shirt, while mine is behind the fly of my briefs.

Running a fingerbreadth down the movement of my rain-and-sweat-soaked t-shirt, she says,"wagerer, but still too wet,"grabbing the bottom and pulling the shirt up and over my capitulum. Then she stands there, regarding me mischievously.

Thus challenged, I lift her shirt over her head also, revealing her boob and pocket-size blind drunk nipples. Stepping closer to her, I run my digit gently over her cotton fiber underwear and between her legs."Still too wet,"I decide, beginning to draw the panties down her thighs, giving her decent prison term to stop me if I have gone too far.

Apparently, I have not, as she removes my briefs at the same prison term. Almost, I want to stop her. She has seen the scars on my body, but never the one on my penis.

All right, let us get this over with, I tell myself as I stand still for her review, turning slightly so that the brightness level from one of the candles falls on me. She will either take one tone and turn her optic away or - or what ? Few cleaning lady have ever done anything beyond the first choice already mentioned. Maybe this womanhood will be the exception.

tempest interrupts my mentation at that peak, her eyes widening as she says slowly,"Oh, Kurt. Even there ?"

I just nod. What else can I do ?

She stares for a import at the intricate symbolic representation. I can almost hear her thinking what she wants to ask :"Didn't that hurt ?"But she never says it. Perhaps she is intuitive enough to realize what the answer has to be.

"I think that's beautiful,"she finally concludes, as a broad smile spreads over her boldness."It matches the rest of your trunk. But how did you manage to do this in such a tender area ?"

I give her my banner solvent."Very carefully."

"Kurt, I'm serious."

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

"It must have hurt like hell."

"Yes. That vas the stage. I vill never forget vhat I have done and I must never echo it."

The next most obvious question would have been,"What sin does it comprise ?"But she did not ask that either. Instead, she notices that I have pretty much lost my erecting, and asks only,"Don't you find women attractive, or is it just me ?"

"I find both sexual activity attractive. Especially vimmen like you. So beautiful, yet not afraid to be warm and courageous."

"So what's the trouble ?"

"No real problem. It is just that I am alvays somevhat nervous vhen someone first sees me bare. I have had some very bad reactions to the scars, as you can probably imagine, and the expectation of such a thing often dampens my ardor. 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 appearing. At least at first,"she admits."Maybe if we take things a little more slowly ?"

"Ja."

She takes my hand and pulling me over to the tenacious padded window seat beneath one of the encompassing windows, where we sit down beside each other.

"This is a little - exposed, no ?"I ask.

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

We sit down, and are quickly holding each early, kissing and touching experimentally. Running one handwriting up the silky-smooth skin of her slope, I cup her tit with my fingerbreadth, using my quarter round to just barely touch her nipple as I do so. She sighs as she presses her breast up against me encouragingly.

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

"violent storm, 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 sure. Most vimmen -"

"I assure you, I am not virtually vimmen."

Before I can begin to wonder if I have insulted her, she touches my impudence, tracing lightly over one of the scars."Don't worry, that's not what I'm offering. You may not have noticed, but I've been attracted to you from the first moment I met you in that old church in Boston. I almost approached you a distich of times after Alkali Lake, but you left so soon I never found a chance."

"I noticed,"I admit."I never could terminate from my mind the vay it felt to hold you in my arms 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 keep my feelings hidden. And I know that he's the one you truly want. I'm not trying to take you away from him now, just because he's not here and you're lonely and hurting. And --"She looks down at my jetty and adds significantly,"in the mood."

"It vould appear I have gotten over my initial shyness in your bearing, 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 work force, she lifts them up, offering them to me as if she is giving a gift.

It is a gift I can not refuse. I take her shoulders and lay her back on the seat, following her pop and accepting her offering with my lips.

I have always enjoyed sucking on a charwoman's chest, kissing the smooth skin, grazing the mammilla with soft clout of my tongue, then taking each one in good turn into my back talk, playing with the hard bit of tightened frame of the nipple. I loved it as a tike, and it is one of the entirely pleasant retentiveness, disjointed to any pain sensation.

I want to go down on greedily, to make the Milk stream, but I know that will not happen, so I take it easy, easing off if she seems to shew soreness. While I work on one teat, I touch the early gently with my digit, as I did when a tiddler, anticipating the time when I would have the other also. Left to myself, I can do this for quite a long time, but I know by her tingle of response and the small motions of her body that she wants and needs more.

Usually, I will keep my tail out of the military action entirely, since it can easily freak out non-tailed people, human and mutant alike. Although they can learn to become accustomed to it, as Mount Logan has, it takes time. However, this is tempest, and she is not, as she recently reminded me,"about vimmen “, so I will see what happens.

As I continue to take in her titty, my seat curls around between us and lies with the flat end gently pressed to that depression between the dispirited ribs. Storm twitches slightly at the sensation. Probably she has opened her optic to confirm what she feels. Slowly, I let it glide down toward her sex, the wide part first. Her body tenses, but she does not move or protest.

I keep going. By now she has opened her legs and bent them at the knees. The repose of my keister arranges itself so that it lies coming up between her legs as the end covers her vulva. With a thin tilt of her hips, she presses against it, as a woman does to take in a penis to enrol her. But I will not do that with the wide end of my tail. It is far too bony and stiff, even if I try to roll it up as much as potential, to be prosperous inside a woman's consistence. However, the very end can twitch very quickly against her clitoris, while the rest movement against the entryway to her vagina in a fashion I have found to be very pleasing to many women.

In this case, it turns out that Storm is not so unlike from other women than she thinks. Before very long, my fag end is wet from her secretions and I know she is make for more.

Although I have had far more experience with men than I have with women, that does not mean I do not have it away the things that a woman can enjoy, as much or sometimes More, than real penetration. Yes, I must thank Herr Grüber for that knowledge also, although I hate to admit it.

My sassing releases her chest and follows the lead down her eubstance that was so recently blazed by my more adventurous tail, eventually displacing my shadower and taking its place between her legs.

From what I have seen, there is Sir Thomas More mutation between women's crotch than there is in men's. Some parts that are almost non-existent in some women are far expectant and more exaggerated in others. Some are slick and childlike, while others are convoluted and building complex, like alien flowers. Of course, the basic anatomy is always there, but there are many more sport on the theme than one normally finds in men.

The only commonality among women is that they are all beautiful in their own way, especially when they are engorged and wet, clutching at whatever they can grasp and reap inside. They can taste and smell different, but again, it is a variation on the Same basic theme, assuming the fair sex is not dirty or diseased, in which event there are other component involved, as there would be with men under the Sami conditions.

Men may react very differently to the tastes and scent of a woman's body, but so do cleaning lady also react to men, if they happen to be in the same position with their cheek in a man's crotch. We are all physical being and such affair are part of sex. If you are aroused and excited by the woman's body, all of the smell and such can be quite delectable to savor, just as a man's may be.

I take my time savoring Storm, enjoying her gentle cries and moan, the way she thrusts herself against my eager backtalk, the quivering spasms that I could feel quite readily with my natural language, the way her fingers curl into my pilus, holding me to her. My mitt stroke their way up her body, my formidable fingernails only lightly touching here and there. Her chest archway upwards as I reach her knocker, her muscle taut and hard beneath silky smooth skin. I knead her straining breast gently, then harder as she gives evidence of enjoying the increased imperativeness. I take each nipple between my finger, squeezing alternately one and then the other, 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 sass wider, I draw in as a lot of her as I can, sucking now lightly then harder on her chess opening, running my clapper over the hard nub of her clitoris as I do so.

Her dead body turns rigid and trembling. She cries out, and I know she is coming, as I can sense her spasm against my lingua and backtalk. As she relaxes, I release her, my tongue lapping with recollective slow strokes over her entire 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 know that, but such a thing is impossible."

"Would you like me to reciprocate ?"

I lean up onto one cubital joint, 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 retentive time."

"Is it that different ?"

"In some vays, yes."

"I much prefer to be on top, if that wouldn't pain you."

"Not at all. I am used to being on the seat myself. In fact, it is my penchant. That vay, I do not have to do all the vork."I duck my head and look up at her from under my cilium, as I often do with Logan."I fear I am essentially a very otiose creature."

"whole 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 justify me for a moment."

"Whatever for ?"

"So I can go get a condom from my room. I do not post them around vith me. Mount Logan and I do not postulate them, because he heals from any disease almost as fast as he is infected vith it, and so he has goose egg I could catch, nor could he catch anything from me. But you are not Logan and you are not a man."

tempest laughs."Yes, I've noticed that about myself also."Crossing the room, she takes an African-looking adorn bowl from one of the many ledge on the wall and brings it over to me."Here. train your choice."

The bowl is full of condoms in assorted blade and styles. As soon as I get over my surprisal, I run my fingers through the flat trivial software to see what is there.

"Mein Gott ! I did not know they also come in colors ! aspect, there is even one in blue !"

"I know,"she says smugly."There are quite a few amobarbital sodium ones in there."

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

I open the software program and pluck the prophylactic onto my crocked member. When I look up, I find Storm smiling 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 alternative ?"

"You got me there."She thinks about it for a moment."I guess it would be considered more of a hardheaded psychometric test than anything else. All I mean is that you automatically assumed responsibility for protecting both of us from unwanted effect, rather than waiting for me to say something. I always wait until the live minute with possible new sex partners, just to find out if they'll come up with the idea before I have to assure them. Too many men would rather just disregard such theory, or unsound, refuse when I suggest it."She grins."I like to create sure my fan have a head on their articulatio humeri, not just on their cocks."

"My female parent taught me it vas my duty as a gentleman to consider such things."Although I fail to mention what I have experienced during my early childhood, I am telling the truth. Margali Szardos, who took me into her category back when I was hired by the genus Circus in my early teens, taught me many things that Herr Grüber never thought to severalize me. I have always considered her to be my true female parent, since I was apparently abandoned at parentage by my rude mother.

"Kurt, sometimes I think you don't realize just how sweet-flavored you really are."

I blush at her praise."Vhat vould you have done if I had not said anything about rubber ?"

"My following move before straddling you would birth been to get up and offer you the stadium. giving birth control is within the power of any woman to allow 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 knee beside me, tempest swings the other leg up and over so that she is straddling my crotch.

She is still wet and juicy from her own coming as she lowers herself smoothly down onto my blue-in-blue turncock."Mmm. smell nice."

„ Oh, ja !"I agree, with a precarious intake of breath as I feel that lovely mild heat envelop me entirely. There is no pregnant niggardliness at her opening, as there would be with anal intercourse.

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

Of course, regardless of what I may have said about being otiose, the one on the nates in this stance does not really just lie there, but rather has to hurtle upwards in sentence with his pardner's movements.

With a hand on either position of her pelvis, I help her ride my shaft. I can experience something press against the tip of my phallus at the end of each downstroke, perhaps her cervix uteri or the game wall of her vagina. Such a matter does not occur with men.

It has been a long prison term since somebody rode me like this. Logan, of course, is far too fleshy to straddle my pelvis. However, I make a mental note 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 prick is inside a wonderful and suitable char !

I open my eyes and smiling at violent storm. She is intent on what she is doing and barely bill me. I shift my custody to adopt clench of her white meat, squeezing them in time with her own movements, at initiative gently but then harder, as she reacts to my contact with a moan and an increase in speed. Her hand goes down between us now, working her clitoris as my cock works inside her.

Beads of swither run down her dresser, following the groove 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 head thrown back, sassing slightly candid. Whether on the face of a man or a woman, I know that look. She is also close. The tight wetness of her vagina chute against my member, holding it even tighter now as she nears orgasm. As I too feel the pressure edifice inside me, our movements suit faster, punishing, more urgent.

I am holding back now, in order to give her the womanhood's prerogative of being first, but that only makes me want it all the more.

"storm, I can not -"

"Just - a - lilliputian -"she says between breaths.

"Ggaahh,"I moan incoherently, as I thrust upwards for that marvellous outlet, feeling my come heart into her. No, I tell myself belatedly, into the rubber I am wearing. But that does not really matter.

Storm is still trying. All mightily, maybe I can stay hard just a little longer. Just a little more. I do not always lose my erecting immediately, as some men do. Maybe there will be enough clip, if I can encourage her a footling. I flip my prat up behind her, angling the tip downwards so that the bony upper surface mechanical press against her lower back hard enough to restrain it in impinging with her even though she is moving rapidly now. Carefully, I curl the edge together and slide it down, parting her tail slightly as I do so. She twitches in surprisal, but does not commit away or burst her round. full ; I have not frightened her. In fact, it appears I have excited her further, as her vagina tightens even harder around my flagging cock. Thus encouraged, my posterior continues its downward progression until it touches her anus, just wriggling slightly, clearly not threatening entree but merely rubbing against the exterior of that sore area.


With a soft cry that almost sounds astonished at the sheer order of magnitude of her pleasure, she lowers herself entirely down onto me, forcing me cryptical inside. Her vagina contract bridge in those hard dissolute spasm, squeezing out a few live fall of my semen as one final quiver of pleasure runs through me."Ah ! Gott !"

Then she relaxes and sag forward onto me. I wrap my arms around her and savor the slight weight of her consistency pressing down on me, her breasts flattening against my pit chest, tit still outstanding and hard.

"Hey,"she says, as she rouses a lilliputian and gives a chortle."You're not half bad at this, for someone who usually sleeps with a man."

With my fingerbreadth happily tangled in her fine white hair, I reply,"I learned long ago how to please a woman. It is like riding a velocipede : something you never forget."

"Uh - Kurt, you mean bicycle."

"Verdammt ! Have I gotten it faulty again ?"

"Yeah."She leans up and kisses my lip lightly."As another locution goes,'Thanks. I needed that ’."

I smile up into her blue eyes."I guess I did too."

She kisses me again, harder this time. One helping hand reaches behind my cervix, pulling me up to her. I feel a fingerbreadth encounter that filthy spot where William Strycker's mind-control drug was administered. It is still a circular scar of raised and roughened peel that will never cure. Her hand seems to flinch at the touch, and so do I. She removes her lips from mine and just Trygve Halvden Lie down, resting her mind on my chest. For various endearing minutes, we remain that way.

I feel the dawn of a new thought. But presume I ask her to do such a thing ? Ja, it is clip. She has awakened a faint new hope in my nub by offering me her body.

"Storm, may I ask you for a party favour ?"

She smiles languidly and props herself up above me again."Depends on what you would like me to do."

I reach around to the spinal column of my cervix to show what she has just recently touched."Unlike the residuum of my scars, this is not something I vish to remember. I am thinking I vould like to turn it into something else. But I can not reach 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 change it into ?"

"I vish it to be a Moravian Star."

"I'm not companion with that."

"It is a wizard vith many points. There are many translation, vith varying numbers of detail. I can show you a picture on my computing machine. It vould be fairly easy. The mark is already roughly circular, so it is just a matter of adding the points. However, it vould take a very fragile mite, since the arena is quite small."

"Why do you require this finical blueprint, Kurt ? Is there some variety of symbolisation involved ?"

I nod."The Moravian wizard has many interpretations. It has been considered a symbolization of the hope of Christ's nativity into the vorld and his ongoing bearing vith us. Alternately, the shaft of light symbolize the wideness of God, the star vhich led the Vise Men to the Christ tyke, and the Divine genius, Christ Himself. One of the dewy-eyed explanations is that it represents the ace of promise, the ace of fulfillment, and the genius of hope."

"What does it exemplify to you ? Or maybe I should ask, what do you need it to remind you of ?"

Emotion sweeps over me, so inviolable that I wish I could plough away from her so she can not see my nerve. Storm understands why I do this thing with the scars. Such understanding from another person is so very rarified. I am almost unable to answer.

"I have spent enough time carving reminders of my sins. There are more important things that must never be forgotten, like Hope and love and caring."

Gently, as if she realizes the horrid memory board it represents, she once again reaches behind my neck and strokes her finger over the shameful reminder of my time with William Stryker. Many times, Logan has kissed me there, but I do not know if he ever fully realizes what horror that brings back to me. He has, after all, too many of his own memories of that man. Storm's finger seems to convey a unlike spirit, as if she respects what I went through, but wishes she could pass over it away. Her fingertip lingers there while she speaks.

"If you had told me you wanted it done to cue you of your bankruptcy to reject Stryker's programming, I would have refused. But to alter this into something that signifies hope and hump - yes, that I will do gladly."

"Thank you."I turn to her, trying to harbour back the tears that come to my eyes, for they are tears of joy and I would not receive her think I am unhappy.

"When do you want me to do it ?"

"rightfield now, if you vill."

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

"All right, I'll need a rule to work from."

"Just a minute and I'll deplumate 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 stern nude, but this does not appear to bother violent storm in the least. She is all concern now, leaning over my shoulder and studying the image. Eventually she concludes,"It's really supposed to be three dimensional."

I nod.

"That makes it rather knockout to tie in only two dimensions."

"Uh - ja."I had not considered that before, but she is right.

"Especially if I have to make it small."

"This is not sounding bright,"I reply.

"Depends on how busy you want to be about it."She goes back to studying the figurer images."I can make a virtuoso with a lot of points, as long as you don't thinker if it isn't 100 % geometrically correct."She types rapidly and pulls up another website at : hypertext transfer protocol : //i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb381/Karl-5/550px-compass rose browns 00.png

"Here, look at this. It's technically called a range rose, but it can be considered a star with quite a large number of points."

"Oh, ja ! I have seen that before. It appears on maps and on old-fashioned compasses. That vould be, as you say, close enough for government vork."

She stares at me as if surprised.

"Vhat ? Did I get the expression wrong ?"

"No. You got it right. That's why I'm surprised."

I laugh shortly, then hit the transposition that turns on my printing machine and make her a transcript of each image.

"semen into the bedroom. It vill be easiest if I lie on the bed cheek 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 fix. You may follow vhen you feel like it."

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


I set everything in readiness. The reading luminosity clipped onto the headboard of the bed will provide a very brilliantly light. I have a couple of pillows cook 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 need in the way of gauze or antiseptic. I have come a prospicient way from the despairing child who used the full point of a subcutaneous needle and a bottleful of alcoholic drink for my first-class honours degree aim.

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

In my total biography, 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 different, and the end upshot will be the same. This is only a very little scar, after all.

Small in sizing perhaps, I remind myself, but big in import : a symbol of Bob Hope, not of sin. A symbol carved from one of the most awful meter in my life. I had fought the drug, fought the conditioning and brainwashing that preceded it, but in the end it had been to no help. If not for a favorable shooting from one of his security department people, I would have killed the chairman of the United States, and by doing so, would probably sustain started a major confrontation between sport and non-mutant in this res publica, if not the integral world.

While I do not truly call back all the details of my attack on the President of the United States, I have watched the recordings from the security measures cameras many times. I - who had hoped never again to bring a human animation after what I had done to Herr Grüber - had nevertheless been turned into a cause of death and a weapon to be used against my own kind. I do not think I will ever quite get over that, although I realize it was not my pick and therefore I am not truly guilty. 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 knife. I will never forget the expression on my nerve just before I struck, as recorded by the cameras. It lurks in my nightmare even now.

I hear the door to my survey click open and then closed. Storm stands adjacent to the bed.

"Kurt ? You ready ?"

I turn over on my face, pulling the pillows beneath my chest of drawers so that my head can hang forward somewhat, leaving my neck in a salutary position so that the pelt is stretched enough to be easy to work 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 golf shot a leg over me and settles her weight on my down in the mouth back, I can find the wetness of her crotch and the fragile tickle of her pubic tomentum just a short distance above the base of my tail. She is still naked, as am I. upright. This is somehow rightfulness. There should be zero between us.

I feel the coldness of the antiseptic solution as she swabs the field she will be working on.

I wait to feel the first touch sensation of the scalpel. As I expect, it is not very afflictive at all. Indeed, most of the cuts that are needed are so belittled they are more like pinpricks. And my cervix is not nearly as tender as other region of my body. And yet even this small annoyance is purifying, as if a keen load is being lifted from my soul. I allow myself a little sigh. Storm's spot is so careful, so delicate now, even though these are the Sami hired hand that have pulled the lightning from the skies and wielded it as a weapon. How very blessed I am to feel her jot !

A petite rivulet of parentage titillation its way down one face of my neck.

"You doing OK ?"she asks softly.

"Ja. Compared to my other scars, this is relatively painless,"I assure her.

"All right, if you're sure."

"I am."

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

No, she is not Logan. But she has turned my cheek towards hope when I was looking mostly into darkness. And, when all is said and done, that is surely no pocket-size thing.

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







WITH nothing ON MY TONGUE

Part 2 : pa love



"Gegrusset seist du, Maria, voll der Gnade, der Herr ist mit dir."

As component part of my idea recites the long-familiar words of the Hail Virgin Mary, another office is freed to speak to the holy One.

"Mein lieber Gott, once more I beg of You to forgive Logan for those things he has done, even though I do not eff of all of them, or perhaps even of the forged of them. He takes upon himself the burden that others are not capable to shoulder, and does what he thinks motivation to be done. I know some of those things are evil. Please, please, I beg Your Mercy upon him ! He is a expert, variety, loving man, who fights a engagement within his soul that no man should have to endure.

"In Your Infinite compassionateness and Understanding, do not condemn him for those hateful things, but remember only the good. assist him to triumph in the battle he wages to be a man, not an angered animal.

"I am not sure why I am even saying all this, as You surely know it already, as You know all matter. But there is null I can do now except pray for him, and so I will. I do not believe that You act miraculously in this world as the result of mortal's petition, however heartfelt and fervent it may be. I am not even sure anymore that You care or that You even get word our appeal, but if You do, watch over him and conduct him someday to the route of righteousness and compassion.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy smell. Amen."

Do I do this only because it comforts me ? I no longer know. All I know is this is what I feel to do, so I will implore the Holy One to take tending of the man I love, whether He hears me or ignores me. I will invoke the virgin Mary as a symbol of God's undying love for His nestling. I will itemize the old formulas because they calm and stabilize me, and say things I hope, but do not know, are true. For if I believe in anything, it is that passion is all we have and all we can hope for. Without it, we are lost. Once I would have said that God can only Love, 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 Love, for all of humankind is badly in need of it.

So I will pray and hope there is Something out there that hears me. And I will bank that our lives have meaning, although I can not lay claim to know what that substance is. For right now, Logan is my only when signification and his homecoming my large hope.

For yet another night, I set aside my rosary and curve up in the middle of our bed to try to strike asleep. A respectable half-hour later, I have almost succeeded when I hear the lock pawl open on the door that leads out to the hallway.

"Hey, darlin ’, are you awake ?"

"Mount Logan ?"I say, hardly believing my ears.

He flicks on the luminance, standing there in the threshold with a crooked grin on his nerve. Dropping his duffel bag bag to the level, he turns briefly to close and shut away the door, then turns back, holding out his weapons system to me. I am on him in one fast jump, my raw body plastered against him, one of my legs and my tail encircling his waist, my weapon around his shoulder and cervix, my mouth 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 heavy. He has never done that before, and I have jumped onto him like this many metre. Usually he just braces himself a little. But that does not matter now. He is in my arms and I can palpate his hard-on beneath his jeans.

As we kiss, he takes a few stairs forward and dump 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 farseeing time ! I missed you so much !"I am babbling as I continue to pull off his jacket. My prayer has been answered. He is here, safe and sound, and clearly desires me. Whether it is just for sex now or also for the future is something we can settle later. For now, all I want is to ingest him inside me.

"Whoa, Kurt, retard down a footling. Give me a chance to catch my breath."

"Uh - sure."I force myself to take it dim, despite the urgency of my desire, but I am troubled by his hesitation. He should be all over me. Perhaps he has ridden his bike all Night long just to get here. Yes, he has doubtless pushed himself too hard, as usual. I must give way him fourth dimension to regain. Instead of unfastening his denim, I just reach over and knead his crotch through the fabric.

He looks at me and smiling again, in a way I have never seen him smile. Too passive, too happy."Umm. That feels great. I love you so much, my sweet boy."

The voice is mightily, but the words are wrong."I love you"is rarely part of our conversations, especially not coming from him. And he never calls me his"sweet-scented boy ”. What can suffer happened to make him act this way ?

He leans in to kiss me. His mouth 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 acute teeth, he winces as if the small pain surprises him.

Um - no. I can no longer abnegate it. Something is just not - right.

"My dearest,"I reply lightly."I love you too. It has been so long."Not a trace of discomfort with this form of talk crosses his face. He reaches down for my shaft, taking it gently. I feel his finger's breadth react slightly when they encounter the scar along the top of my shaft and that gives me an thought."beloved, remember how we talked about that scar just before you left ?"I ask sweetly."Do you remember what I told you it entail ? What sin it stands for ?"

The hand stops stroking me for a 2nd, then begins again."Of course of instruction I remember. It was lust, wasn't it ?"

"Ja. Vhat else could it be ?"Languidly, I run my fingers over the design that covers my lower abdomen."And this one ?"

The answer is longer in coming this time."Greed."

I sit up abruptly, pulling away from whoever this is in my bed. My tail eyelash 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 wrong 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 prove it to you. Come here, darling, and let me fuck you."He fumbles with his belt and the zipper on his denim, without the easy familiarity I would expect from a man trying to free his erection.

And I realize who this must be."Mystique."

She morphs into her usual 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 sweat pants and commit them on.

She sits up in the bed."I wanted to get to roll in the hay you better."

"By having sex vith me ? !"

She shrugs."As good as anything else. I heard report about you and skunk bear. What ameliorate way to find out if the rumour were true ?"

"And vhy is that any of your business ?"Since she makes no movement to leave, I perch on top of the cedar chest of drawers beneath the window. It seems a condom aloofness from which to continue our conversation.

Instead of an response, she asks me another interrogative sentence."Have 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 alkali Lake, I began wondering if you might possibly be related to me, since there are certain resemblances."

"Ve are both blasphemous. So vhat ? That proves nothing."

"True, in and of itself, it doesn't. It was only later on, after I lost my powers by trying to keep magneto from being hit with a dart and he cast me aside so heartlessly that I resolved never to become involved with him again, that I started to think about you once more. Later, when the so-called curative proved to be only irregular, my powers returned and I was eventually able to escape from prison. With naught better to occupy my time, I did a little research on you and discovered you were originally from the townspeople of Schönberg.

"I thought back over my liveliness, recalling a time I myself had been in Bavaria, trying to visualize out if I had been there around the clock time of your birth. It turned out that I had indeed spent various years there close to that time."

"Willst du damit sagen, du wärst meine Mutter ? !"I reply, horrified. I speak in German language, partly due to my shock at the thought, but also to see if she will understand I am asking if she means she is my mother, and thus perhaps confirm or disprove her claim to stimulate spent a significant amount of time 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 disordered by now that I can not think at all, in German or in English.

"I can show you what your mother looked like when I knew her,"Mystique offers, getting to her feet.

Before I can reply, she transforms before my eyes into an attractive Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman with braided blond hair who looks perhaps twenty years of age. She wears a bright bluing dirndl covered with a Andrew D. White apron. Her smile is candid and honest, her oculus sparkling with vivacity as she holds her deal out to me and says with a definite Bavarian accent,"Mein Sohn, erkennst du mich nicht ?"

"N - No,"I stammer."I do not recognize you, Fräulein."


Then the lovely young girl smiles wickedly and says in Mystique's own voice,"Kurt Wagner, I'd like you to meet your father."

She morphs into a Brigham Young man with bright red hair, dressed in a traditional German turnout, make out with embroidered Lederhosen, singlet, and feathered hat. He bows slightly and then extends his hand to me.

"Guten Tag, Herr Wagner. Ich heisse Kurt Steckenmeister."

"Unmöglich ! 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 Janus-faced smiling again."Aren't you glad I never married your mother ? Imagine being stuck with a finale public figure like that for the respite of your life."

I ignore her laugh."You can change your conformation, of course, but to get a child ? No, I vill not think you."

"Back then, I wasn't sure myself if I could do it. So I decided to try an experiment. While I was living in Germany, I deliberately seduced a act of young cleaning lady into having sex with me, then checked on the upshot. Nothing happened with any of my observational subjects. However, one of them disappeared abruptly and I couldn't locate her, although I'll confess I never tried too strong to traverse her down. She was the lastly one I had bedded, and none of the others had become meaning, so I figured it was a adept bet she wasn't either."She gives a little shrug."Apparently, I was wrong."

"That still proves nothing. There vere surely many fraught Young vimmen in Bavaria at the time I vas born."

"You're right, of course of instruction. But there were not very many who lived in a humble town like Schönberg. Still, I didn't just leave it at that. Once I remembered that little girl, -- her name was Sophie Werner, by the way -- I determined to go to Germany and see if I could come up her. After all, I still had aught much to do, and I had plenty of money stashed in various bank invoice, so I thought it would be a pleasant diversionary attack to investigate the possibility.

"In Schönberg, I looked through the records at the Standesamt. I found a birth certificate in your public figure, but both your parents'names were marked ‘ unknown quantity ’. However, attached to this credential was an espousal composition filed for you in the gens of Ernst Grüber. May I assume that rings a toll ?"She gives me a saccharine-sweet false smile, as if mocking me with that question.

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

"No. But I did discover a marriage ceremony licence issued to her and a man by the public figure of Tobias Zinsser. When I saw the married man'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 little indiscretion with me. I hung around the town for a while, asking interrogation of respective resident. A few of the elderly folks remembered Sophie and told me about her matrimony. It seems they had immigrated to Australia not long after the wedding, doubtless wanting to set about a new spirit together after she had had the infant and they had disposed of it.

"By the way, she may birth named you Kurt after your true father, or so she thought. But your last name was most in all likelihood taken from Richard Wagner, who was her ducky composer. We were listening to a tape that I had given her, a collection of his most famed euphony performed by the Vienna Orchestra, the nighttime I first had sex with her. I can remember that ‘ The drive of the Valkyries'was playing when I came inside her."

I do not really take to have intercourse that little detail, but it does add an gloriole of plausibility to Mystique's story. Mein Gott, am I truly the young of this malefic creature ? ! I would experience been sound off sired by a daemon, as some people have assumed.

Still, I do not want to think this."Is it not possible that her fiance may ingest 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 guarantee 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 testing. However, I should suppose the family line resemblance between us would be fairly conclusive."

"Ve may both have the Lapplander coloring skin, but mine does not hold the Lapp texture as yours. Besides, I am not a shape-shifter."

She shrugs."You don't have to be the same kind of mutation as I am. Since it's known that the X cistron is passed down by the father, it would seem more probable that it came from me, rather than Tobias Zinsser. What's the matter, Kurt ? Would you rather believe we aren't related ?"

"Ja. often rather."I think I see a brief expression of ruefulness cross Mystique's side, but it is gone before I can be sure.

"Be that as it may, I didn't attempt to pass over the young couple any further,"she goes on,"since I felt the grounds so far was conclusive. The adoption certificate had stated that you were found on Herr Grüber's doorstep. That seemed perfectly fairish to me, after I searched out information on him and discovered he ran a freak show in a genus Circus before his death some thirteen or so twelvemonth later. After all, where else might a freak have had a chance of being taken in, back in those daytime ?

"I know I'm being rather brutally honest, but I do think Sophie did the best she knew how to do for you, under the lot. After all, you clearly survived to turn a honor circus performer, so it couldn't have been so bad to own grown up like that. Wouldn't you agree ?"

Narrowing my eyes, I reply tightly,"Du hast nicht die geringste Ahnung !"

Again she shrugs, as if my puerility is really of trivial interest to her."No, I guess I don't have the slightest idea. In any case, you lived. That's more than could be said for many of the other mutant born in those days."

In that she is probably correct. Few people would hold taken in a infant so"deformed"as I was. It is entirely possible that no orphanage would have accepted me, even had I been left at their door. I confess to feeling a small measure of comfort at the idea that my nascence mother may take in taken even that much thought for my welfare.

But I am not leave to give up so easily."This still proves zip. You could have made up the entire story just to cozen me."

"Now why on earth would I rile to do that ? Do you call back I'm suddenly afflicted with the desire for a family ? I assure you, I'm not that desperate."

"Then vhy did you trouble oneself to do all that searching in the first place ?"

"I was curious."

"That is all ?"

"That's all, yes. Once my oddity had been satisfied, I did a little investigating about you and your late activeness. I found honorable mention of you being involved in that fracas on Alcatraz Island with Magneto a couple of old age ago, and then staying on with the X-Men afterwards."A flavor of aversion crosses her face."That's when I ran across rumors that you and Logan had become a duet. I decided to observe out if those hearsay were on-key. Judging by the welcome you gave me when I came through the doorway, I'd say they were right on the mark. My son is apparently a man, as they say nowadays. Or would you care to deny it ?"

"I am epicene, yes."

"Have it your way. You two obviously endure together. When he's around, that is. Rumor also has it that he hasn't been seen with the X-Men in Holocene epoch month. What's the subject ? Did your ferine boyfriend desert you ?"

"Nein. He vill be back soon."

She glances significantly at my buns, which is now sagging dejectedly down towards the ground, and raises a questioning brow."Are you existent sure of that ?"

"I am."

"Hmph. In that event, you're a heavy fool than I thought you were."With one script, she smoothes down the crinkle comforter on which she is sitting, staring at it thoughtfully."So this is the bed you parcel with Logan. How can you stand it ?"

"sales booth it ? I am very glad here --"I run my eyes quickly over our bed, then give her a indicative look, adding,"in all vays."

She studies me closely."You are his will catamite ? He's not forcing you or anything ?"

"I am hardly a catamite, Mystique. I am a grown man. Logan is my chosen lover."

"To take such an brute into one's bed is below you."

"He is no animal."My tail is now showing my displeasure, swishing angrily from face 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 to a lower place me."

She turns away in anger at my arch remark. But I am not yet done with her."And it vas not beneath you to be magnetoelectric machine's head honcho, and I presume, his fan ?"

She nods tightly as she turns back to me, clearly angered."As you may still be far too offspring to have learned, love does not always get along 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 rationality and they are none of your business."Now it is her turn to be haughty."Besides, two men -"she flicks her hand in a gesture of dismissal --"what can they know of love ?"

My middle narrow at this and I can feel the adept of heat behind my eyelids that tells me they have begun to beam as a effect of my increasing anger.

"Perhaps you vere right vhen you suggested earlier that ve should get to know each early better, --"I fix her with a challenging glare -"Daddy dearest."

"Do you mean what I think you mean ?"She is null if not a quick study.

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

"You want to -"

"I vant to make you feel 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 finalize for even this poor substitute. Or maybe because I vant to picture you vhat our ‘ disgusting'human relationship is really like. Maybe I vant to teach you a lesson about deceiving the great unwashed. Maybe for all of those reason, or maybe for none of them at all. Vhat do you like ?"

"You're bluffing."

"Call and happen out."

"All right, 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 interrogative first, if I may ?"

"Go ahead."

"Does he have a pet public figure for you ?"

"Vhy do you ask ?"

"I don't want to make the Lapplander mistake I made earlier, when I first tried fooling you. I wasn't quite prepared to deal with the truth of your relationship then. I am now, but I'd like to do a effective job of imitating him, if we're going to fiddle out this charade."

That sounds reasonable to me."He calls me Elf."

"That's silly. You don't flavor like an elf at all."

"Nevertheless, that is vhat he calls me."Of row, I know perfectly well why he calls me that. I do not wish to say her though. The remembering of that first time he did so is too precious for me to plowshare with someone like her.

"So is that your sobriquet in general now ?"

"No. No one else uses it, only Logan. Although he does sometimes call me darlin ’."

"You do know he calls portion of hoi polloi that, don't you ?"

"Ja. I do not mind."Then I do a look-alike take."Vait a minute. You know him vell enough to hump how he talks ?"

Her entire body looks as if a ripple runs over it, and when it finishes, she is again Logan, down to the minor contingent. Considering that she is standing there naked, I do entail the smallest detail. She has duplicated Logan's genitals exactly. His penis is proportioned correctly and is not circumcised.


She extends her hook, lifts one manus so they are between her look and mine, then gives me a fierce glare."Sure do. You got ta trouble with my knowin'that, bub ?"

"Uh - no."

"good !"The claws retract. She looks down at her deal. In her own interpreter, she says,"Shit ! That hurt more than I thought it would."

I suppress the smile that tries to come to my sassing. Serves her right.

She rakes her center over my body, then grins exactly the way Mount Logan often does. I am finding this more unsettle 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 step toward me, opening her blazon."C'mere, Elf. But lose the knickers first."

I go to her, automatically doing as she says. Without witting idea, my tail wrap tightly around her waist, pulling her to me. We kiss, tentatively at first, but quickly becoming more passionate.

As we embrace, I feel the familiar soundbox in my arms, pressed tight against me. But something seems odd. For a here and now, I wonder why, then I realize her arms are around my articulatio humeri, while mine are around her waist. It is usually the other way around. She has instinctively taken the situation that is usually that of a woman. I, on the other hand, am expecting him to be more strong-growing at this point, as is common between us. By now, he would probably take in 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 Logan and I can not expect Mystique to react as Logan would, especially in this situation. I had momentarily forgotten that.

If what she has told me is indeed the truth, she has had some experience taking the lead with a woman, but is not likely to be well-to-do 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 partner with Mount Logan. It is just not our usual pattern.

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

Sliding my hands around to the front of the hard-muscled consistence in my weapons system, I rub my quarter round over both small-scale mammilla, just as I might have done if this were truly Mount Logan. Her tit react, tightening as she draws in a sharp breath. I find myself wondering how it feels to a shape-shifter : like the eubstance she is in, or like it would palpate if her own consistence were touched ? I pinch the nipples hard, as Logan likes me to, rolling them roughly between my finger. Is the response I feel hers, or her imitation of him ?

I break off the kiss, lowering my drumhead to the tolerant chest, taking a low bit of hair between my tooth and pulling at it slightly. Opening my mouth wide, I press my sharp teeth against the taut flesh over the pectoral muscleman on either side of one nipple and collation, not quite hard enough to give away the skin.

That draws a small cry of surprisal, but she does not seek to tie away. My tongue teases the tit, 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 shiver of desire runs through my entire pelvic arena at the sight and smell of that conversant penis, hard and swell now, the foreskin forced back and the promontory fully exposed. I spend a little time licking and fingering him, teasing the quivering shaft and hairy balls. I must restrain reminding myself who this is, as my body seems fully convinced it is my lover.

My own rooster ache for exit, but I do not want that yet. If I am going to show her what this is like, I will do it properly and entirely.

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

"Yes,"is her resolution, in the gruff whole tone of voice Logan uses when very much aroused. An intuitive dead reckoning on her part ? An automatic response of the body she is mimicking ? Or something more ?

But that is of no importance 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-pitched sexual stimulation, it is due in turgid contribution to the fact that I am very cognisant of who this is and therefore trying tough to remain degage to the bully extent possible from the pattern emotions accompanying sex with Logan. Also, this is quite literally the first time I have been with this particular fan. While the body may be very companion, the idea inside it is almost totally terra incognita to me. Add that to the fact that I am about to be the active partner to someone who has never experienced anal copulation 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 have been the delectation of the moment. I am not really accustomed to dealing with virgins.

"Vait. I vill be ready in a minute,"I tell her. I roll over and rummage around in my nightstand until I find a condom, then quickly roll up it into place. Perhaps the rubber is not necessary with someone like her, but I do not wish well to claim any chance of making my dearest"Church Father"pregnant with my baby.

Once again, I rummage around in my nightstand, searching for the tube of K-Y that I know is in there somewhere. It has been my experience that even the alleged lubricated safety that are now sold are not sufficiently lubricated for anal sexual intercourse. ( Although Logan and I generally prefer Crisco, it can degrade and destroy ordinary condoms, unlike the standard water-based lube, so I keep some of the unconstipated material around, just in case it is needed. )


Mystique is lying there watching me intently, but shows no preindication of vexation. In fact, she gives me that shit-eating grinning of Mount Logan's, as if to egg me on.

"bout over. Let me get you ready."She rolls over onto her face, cradling her head in her branch. I begin by massaging her buttocks."Relax. It vill be all right field. It is not that hard. You know how to allow a man to enroll you. This is much the same, but the relaxation must be deep, for some of the muscles involved are unvoluntary and not entirely under your control."

I lift her pelvic arch, so that she must come up onto her knees, face still resting on her munition. I squeeze out some lubricating substance and slather it all over my sex and the inviting ass that awaits me. My pinpoint preclude opening her with my fingers, not to mention that my finger's breadth themselves are only slightly more slender than my member. As I rub my manus over my cock to establish sure it is sufficiently tricky, I use my other script to give his - no, her, cock a little more tending. It is far easier to accept something into the anus when one is fully aroused, and I want to realize this undecomposed for her, not atrocious, as it can be when one is not accustomed to it. Perversely, I wonder if I would have dared, or even wanted, to do this, if she were her unfeigned self, instead of pretending to be Logan.

I kneel behind her, spreading the muscular bottom and placing the tip of my member against her opening."Relax. I vill go slow and easygoing, to give you time to adapt to the feeling."

"Just do it, darlin ’. Less talk, more action,"she growls impatiently."roll in the hay me. piece of tail me unvoiced !"

For a import, I am tempted to do just that. But no. Hurting her might indulge me, but that is not why I am doing this. I lean forward over her, my sassing not far from her ear."Nein, I vill not. I vill treat you as I hope you treated my female parent, vhen first you took her."

With one hand stroking her strict penis, I use my other to guide myself to her initiative. With short small cerebrovascular accident, I feed my turncock into her. It is tight at first, the ring of muscle giving way only gradually to the pressure. Is she doing that deliberately, or is it her innate reaction ? Surely, a shape-shifter must own great ascendance over her body, in parliamentary procedure to seduce it into whatever she wishes. Is she testing me, challenging me, in this manner ? Daring me to force her ?

Either way, it does not weigh. I go slowly but insistently, stopping as I feel her sphincter tighten, pushing when I feel it give way. I wrap my tail end around her second joint, holding her in place.

"What's the matter, Elf ?"she taunts."Can't get it in ? Want me ta show ya how it's done ?"She laughs as Mount Logan would.

I laugh in take. As I might make done were this truly him, I deliver a hard savor to the English of one ass cheek. She reacts with startlement. For a moment, the tight ringing relaxes. I use that second to push through. Once the pass is in, the eternal rest easily follows. Ah, Gott ! Even knowing who this is, it feels so expert ! His body, his perfume, the way he moves now, in clip with my thrusting - it is all so familiar, so wonderful. I could so easily imagine I have my lover back with me again. I could let the joy of his presence flow into my heart in a triumphant rush of sensation, both physical and genial. It would be so easy -

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

This is Logan's consistence, and I know how that eubstance works. I shift my angle, pushing in deep and a little more downwards, holding the articulatio coxae against me as I thrust. There, -- correct - there.

A subdued cry escapes her mouth, sounding not at all like Logan.

Again. Again. Again. My fingers work her shaft relentlessly now.

"No, no. I don't -"A female voice, but the reaction is that of a man's soundbox, as she clenches around me.

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

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


When we have both caught our breathing place again, she is the first to verbalise."That was great, as always, Elf."

"Ja,"I reply, still a bit overwhelmed by the total experience. It was Logan ; yet it was not. I remove the safety automatically. As I start to get out of bed to hurl it away and go into the lav to clean up, a hired hand grabs my shoulder and pulls me back down.

"It's my bout now, darlin ’."Logan's grimace, gazing down on me with the attendant feel that is seldom seen outside of our bedroom. I shake my head, trying to run off the illusion.

"You vant -"He leans over me before I can even answer, and I feel his member against my hip, already beginning to stiffen.

"Yeah, I wan na fuck you. Got any dissent to that ?"

"Uh - no."

"That's what I figured. Now give me one a'them arctic, willya ?"

Without a word, I do as he asks. As I watch him put it on, my cock stirs to life. I feel that sweet thirstiness deep inside that means I want to lie beneath him and feel 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 position of my face pressed against the bed cover and my prat up in the air. I can not see him, but I feel his deal smear lube on my entrance as my tail automatically gets itself out of the way and off to one incline, then his mitt grab my hips and he presses against me, showing no falter in entering me. It has been so yearn since I have felt him inside me like this. It is so good to bear his tool thrusting into me. Deeper. Yes ! claim me cryptic ! bear on me - oh ja ! - right there, where it feels so delicious, so exquisite !

I am moaning uncontrollably and pushing back against him.

"Ya like that, don't'cha, Elf ? Yeah I can tell ya do. choose it, darlin ’, take it all !"His bridge player grasps my leaking cock and he works it expertly in time with his thrusts.

"Now show me how practically ya like it. come for me, as I shoot my load into you."

I do, of course of study. My eye thrills with the joy of having him here inside me again. As my orgasm peaks and explodes, I gasp his name.

He pulls me over and down until we are lying face by side with him behind me, clutching me tightly against him, his hammer still up my ass. We are both panting from our exertions. His paw still grasps my softening member, even as his own Menachem Begin to slue out of me. For several minute, neither of us can speak. Then I feel a strange riffle virtuoso, and see his hand turn blue and delicately female. And I remember who this is that holds me in her arms.

All my joy clangor down around me. Mount Logan is not here. I have just been fucked by the woman who says she is my beginner. I want to curl up into a globe 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 weaponry from around my body and turn to look at her. I am taken by surprise at the vulnerability of the expression on her facial expression. I had expected a facial expression 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 early."Perhaps there are also a few affair that you are still far too Danton True Young to consume learned about making love and I have taught you, nicht wahr ?"

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

"Yes, of row. And he loves me."

"Are you so certainly of that ? You told me that he never says it to you."

"He does not feature to say it in vords. I know."

"In that instance, 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 call on away, so she can not see the weeping gathering in my eyes. I heard the tremor in her voice, and I wonder if she is speaking of magneto leaving her for no other reason than that she had lost her powers.

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

A lenient hand sense of touch my shoulder joint."Kurt, my son, please conceive me when I say that I truly hope he returns to you soon."

"Thank you."I place my hand on top of hers and squeeze it gently. We lie together like this for a few more New York minute, then she turns away and stands up.

"I should go,"is all she says.

"I can teleport you off the curtilage, so you don't have to sneak out of the residence,"I offer.

"I'd appreciate that."She tries for a smile."I've never been teleported."

"You probably vill not like it. Few people do."By now I am standing facing her. I put my arms and tooshie around her waist and will us to be just outside the front line 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 moment, my weapon system still around her.

"He will come back to you, my son,"she says gently."I'm sure of it."

"Vhy do you consider so ?"

She smiles, genuinely this sentence."Let's just say that I may know him almost as well as you do, and if he leaves you, he's a bigger 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 person very different from what you would have been if I had raised you. Someone a good deal 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 find the teleporting unpleasant at all. It's actually rather an - interesting sensation."

Without another Holy Writ, she slips out of my grasp and turns to walk away down the road.

"Mystique ?"

She turns back.

"seminal fluid and visit me again, if you vish."

I catch a nimble glimpse of what may even be tears in those unknown yellow eyes."Thank you, Kurt. I just may do that."

Her organic structure shimmers and reforms itself into a fully-clothed attractive Young cleaning lady as she goes over and unlocks the room access of a car parked nearby.

I watch as she drives away. My hand goes to the back of my cervix, and I rub the almost-healed conformation of the superstar of hope that is now there. As I jump back to my room, I hear her representative once again in my mind.

"He will arrive back to you, my son. I am sure enough of it."

Suddenly, so am I.




High German TRANSLATIONS Part 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 rendering Part 2

Gegrusset seist du, Maria, voll der Gnade, der Herr ist mit dir.
Hail, Mary, wide of blessing. The Lord is with thee.

Mein lieber Gott ! My dear God !

mein Schatz my sweetheart/darling ( literally : treasure )

Willst du damit sagen, du wärst meine murmur ? !
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 realise me ?

Fräulein Miss/young womanhood

Guten Tag, Herr Otto Wagner. Ich heisse Kurt Steckenmeister.
good day, Mr. Otto Wagner. My public figure is Kurt Steckenmeister.

Unmöglich ! Impossible !

Standesamt Registrar's office

Du hast nicht die geringste Ahnung !
You haven't got the timid idea !

nicht wahr ? Isn't it so ?



narration ARC - In decree


Something a Little Different
As the Twig is Bent
Pray for Us Sinners
With Nothing on My lingua
You Win, Elf
Hades Hath No Fury