Well, thanks to the people (you know who you are) who make writing this so enjoyable.
"Kurt!" A voice hissed, causing the blue mutant to fall out of bed.
"Who said that?"
"Open your window."
"Aww, c'mon Pietro, it's 1am. Can't we leave the fighting to a time when-"
"Please?"
Kurt opened the window, and saw Pietro, half naked, tears running down his face.
"Please, Kurt. Let me in."
Kurt pulled Pietro in through the window. Then, holding him bridle style, he brought him over to the bed, and laid him down. It was then he noticed the cuts, bruises, and marks all over the white-blond mutant.
"Pietro vhat happened, who did this to you?"
"I-I couldn't see him . . . Kurt, I'm scared." Pietro sobbed, holding Kurt tightly.
Kurt rocked Pietro, humming soothingly to him, as if he were an oversized infant.
The next morning, when Kurt awoke, he realised he was still holding Pietro in his arms.
'OH SHIT!' He thought, as he leapt off the bed. Pietro yawned, and opened his eyes. "Shit!" He exclaimed. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.