Hiya another Kurt/Pietro story because you know that's my favourite pairing. I know the whole getting drunk thing has been done before but hey, it's my turn to try it.

#

Chapter 1

'Idiots!!' Pietro mused to himself. He couldn't believe the other Brotherhood boys had actually spiked the punch at this pathetic little dance, and worse still, they hadn't bothered to tell him that they had done it, not until after he'd already knocked back 9 glasses of the stuff at high speed. He'd been alright for a while and had begun to hope that something about his fast metabolism had negated the effects of the alcohol, but a few minutes ago all 9 glasses had hit him like a sledge hammer. It had been all he could do to keep his feet when the world suddenly tilted and his thought processes started feeling like he was trying to wade through tar. The others had apologized, amongst snickers, claiming that they thought he had known what they'd done.

Pietro sighed heavily, sitting unsteadily on the gyms bleachers. At least he wasn't the only one affected. He looked around. Half the students were rip roaring drunk. Pietro didn't even want to know exactly what it was his friends threw in the punch, but whatever it was, it was definitely effective. He knew the only reason Lance had let the other two spike it was because he was hoping that it may loosen Kitty Pryde's morals a little and finally allow Lance to get some. Pietro snorted in disgust. Honestly, if Lance couldn't get Kitty to go further when she was sober, there was no way he should be doing it when she's drunk.

Pietro gripped the seat he was sitting on as he swayed alarmingly and almost toppled backwards. Shit, this was it. He officially hated Halloween and this stupid school for throwing a fancy dress Halloween dance. It was just asking for trouble!

He rubbed his bare arms and shivered. He suddenly wasn't sure what stroke of irony made him decide to come as an Angel. He was wearing a pair of ripped faded almost white denim jeans with artistic tears all over them and a pair of beige roman sandals he had gotten just for this occasion. His bare chest was covered in silver and gold glitter and he had a pair of white glittery feathered Angel wings strapped to his back, complete with a halo.

He sniggered to himself. The teachers had almost had a fit when they saw him. He knew they had debated letting him in or making him cover himself a little more. He had to admit the outfit was slightly raunchy in an innocent kinda way. He was showing off a lot of skin but the adults had decided to let it go.

He felt a little exposed now. A lot of people had made an effort, except his own team. He looked across the room to where Lance, wearing a scream mask, was making out with a slightly tipsy Kitty, wearing a fairy outfit. Toad and Blob had come as the blues brothers but had already gone home when Toad drank some of the spiked punch and almost immediately started throwing up when it disagreed with him.

Cyclops, who had been dressed as a roman senator, had already been escorted home by a Queen Jean and a Vampiric Rogue after he had consumed too much punch and started a fight with Duncan, who had been so drunk that it had only taken one uncoordinated punch from Scott to send him out for the count. Jean and Rogue had left Kitty, who was too wrapped up in Lance to be responsible and Evan in charge of the younger Xavier students, but Pietro could see Evan wearing a bad Rasta wig and sunglasses, passed out under the food table.

Pietro got shakily to his feet and made his way to the side of the bleachers, where the bathrooms were. 'Maybe a little water in his face would help clear his head.' he thought as he stumbled along. He was almost at his destination when the bathroom door was opened and the Institute's resident fuzzy blue elf swayed out into the room, giving Pietro a wide intoxicated smile. Pietro looked Kurt over. Fuzzball had already won the prize for best costume, which was cheating a bit really, as he had actually only come as himself without the hologram, only with minor alterations.

In his drunken countenance, Pietro found himself studying Kurt. The blue furred boy looked exactly as he usually looked without the hologram, only wearing a pair of tight black leather trousers and a studded black leather belt with chains that Pietro couldn't imagine the other boy already owning. Kurt's outfit was completed by a pair of black bat wings strapped to his back. Like Pietro, he had chosen to leave his chest bare, showing off his dark blue silken fur. Pietro caught himself musing on how soft it looked and admiring how muscular the other boy was. Of course he'd noticed before. Kurt's uniform was pretty tight and didn't hide much, but it was completely different seeing those muscles without them being hidden behind fabric.

The urge to touch came over him and Pietro started shaking his head irritably as if to dislodge the odd thoughts as he continued to peruse Kurt's appearance. He wasn't gay. Why would he be thinking things like that? He snorted as an ironic thought hit him. Here he was, one of the alleged bad guys, dressed as an Angel and there Kurt was, one of the Institutes most placid members, supposedly dressed as a demon. It was amusing in a way.

"Hi, Pietro. Great party, Ja?" Kurt slurred slightly. waving in a friendly way. the alcohol obviously making him forget their status as enemies. Pietro was surprised to feel a goofy grin cross his own face as he waved back and weaved his way over to where Kurt was still standing, leaning heavily on one of the beams holding the bleachers up by the bathroom door. Pietro watched as Kurt swayed backwards, hitting the wall and tumbling over one of the low beams into the darkness under the bleachers, accompanied by, what Pietro could only assume by the tone, was a plethora of German curse words.

Pietro gingerly picked his way over the beams into the darkened area to see Kurt unsteadily trying to regain his feet. Without thinking about it, Pietro stumbled towards the other boy, offering his hand. He saw Kurt's golden eyes glowing in the semi darkness and those gleaming white fangs bared in a drunken smile as he placed his tri fingered hand in Pietro's. Pietro smiled, pulling Kurt to his feet, but his alcohol impaired senses must have misjudged how much strength to use as Kurt was pulled to his feet too fast, stumbling into Pietro, who immediately wrapped his arms around the other boy, steadying him as he felt Kurt's hands placing themselves on his waist.

Pietro suddenly felt too warm and his skin was prickling as he swayed. He could feel Kurt's soft fur tickling his chest and stomach where they were pressed so close. Pietro found himself staring into glazed golden eyes.

"Kurt?" Pietro croaked, eyes a little too wide at the pleasurable sensation of the other boy leaning against him.

"hmmm, vhat?" Kurt purred, eyes half lidded, too drunk to care that he was wrapped in an enemy's embrace.

Pietro couldn't explain what he did next. He didn't even know where the notion came from, only that he pitched forward suddenly, sealing his mouth over Kurt's. Kurt's golden eyes widened, his lips remaining still under Pietro's for just a moment before his alcohol clouded mind seemed to decide to go with it and he began returning the kiss. Pietro closed his eyes, revelling in the sensations of having the other boy pressed so close, their lips moving sensuously against one another.

Part of his mind was screaming at him, asking him what the hell he thought he was doing. Kurt was an X-Man. Kurt was a GUY! But Pietro ignored it as the voice got quieter before lapsing into silence, smothered by his body's insistence that what he was doing felt fantastic and therefore was a good idea.

Pietro slipped his tongue out, running it along Kurt's peach fuzz covered lower lip. He let his hands, which had been exploring the planes of Kurt's back, move lower, covering Kurt's ass. He squeezed the firm globes, making Kurt gasp in what sounded like surprised pleasure. Pietro wasted no time before delving his tongue through those slightly parted lips and into the hot cavern of Kurt's mouth. When he felt Kurt's raspy catlike tongue tentively touch his own, his mind snapped. Fire coursed through his veins and a roaring sound filled his ears as he attempted to devour Kurt's mouth and Kurt met his passion with a ferocity of his own that made Pietro's blood sing and his cock swell.

He felt Kurt's hands exploring his back as he pushed Kurt backwards against the wall, pinning the other boy there. He dipped one had down the back of Kurt's leather trousers, touching soft fur covered flesh. He saw flashes of light behind his closed eye lids as they ground against one another, making them both gasp. He could feel Kurt hardness against his own. He groaned into Kurt's mouth as Kurt followed his example by sneaking his hand down the back of Pietro's pants, grasping the bare flesh he found there.

Pietro broke the kiss, panting heavily as he looked into blazing lust filled golden eyes and in that moment he didn't think he'd ever seen anything hotter in his life. Kurt looked wickedly debauched. That was the only phrase for it. A mauve flush had crept along the blue boy's cheekbones, his chest heaving as he fought for air. Pietro could still see lights flashing in the periphery of his vision as a fierce wave of lust tore through his body, making him swoop back down, stealing Kurt's mouth for kiss after drugging kiss as they moved sensuously against one another, exploring each other's bodies with their hands, driving the exquisite sensations higher and higher.

Kurt knew he shouldn't be doing this. In some still sober part of his mind, he knew that this was a mistake. Pietro was the enemy. Pietro was a guy. He'd never been interested in guys like this before. Why would he start now? Sure, he'd noticed that Pietro was an exceptionally good looking guy, but that didn't mean anything, did it? Just because he'd noticed didn't mean he was attracted to the other boy, did it? Kurt knew he should stop this but it just felt so good.

He didn't understand how something that was so wrong could feel so incredible. The sensation was dizzying. He'd never been so hard or felt so out of control in his life as his body writhed against Pietro's. He could feel Pietro's hands on him, leaving paths of electricity in their wake and he couldn't stop his own hands from caressing every inch of the other boy's flesh available to them. The feel of Pietro's mouth against his, their tongues doing battle, was intoxicating, far more so than the alcohol had been. He started to feel lost as his brain took a backseat, letting his body's instincts take complete control. His mind may have been whispering that this was wrong but his body was screaming out for more.

Pietro was drowning in sensations. He could no longer think straight, his body running on pure need. He shivered erotically at the primal growl Kurt let out as he let his hand wander around the front of Kurt's leather pants, cupping Kurt's hardened bulge and massaging it, making Kurt whimper deliciously in a way that made tremors spread through Pietro's body.

He abandoned his hand's actions to a particularly desperate whimper from Kurt, who was squirming with pleasure. He was fiddling with the buckle of Kurt's belt, sucking and nipping along Kurt's jaw and neck when a loud burst of drunken laughter penetrated his lust fogged senses. He looked around, remembering where they were but he didn't want to stop, he wasn't even sure if he could. He leaned in close, licking Kurt's pointed ear.

"Can you port us out of here? Somewhere private?" Pietro whispered huskily, breathing hard as he added another lick. He felt more than saw Kurt's nod before the strangest sensation overcame him. He heard Kurt's signature bamf as if it was all around him. He closed his eyes as it felt like someone had lassoed his stomach and was pulling it. He felt disorientated, even more than before. The sensation settled and he felt a cool breeze across his back. He opened his eyes to darkness and moonlight. He quickly took in the wooded area surrounding him before he attacked Kurt's lips again with his own, content that they had privacy.

He continued his struggle to undo Kurt trousers and felt Kurt's thick fingers trying to undo his own. He wrapped his spare hand around the base of Kurt's tail, squeezing, which earned him an erotic yowling sound as Kurt shuddered and hungrily devoured his mouth, his actions becoming even more frantic, Pietro had obviously just found a very sensitive erotic spot.

Pietro let out a sigh of relief as his cock was finally released from the painful confines of his jeans, only to have the sound turn into a strangled yell as Kurt encircled his aching shaft, giving it a firm squeeze. Pietro felt his legs give out as he sank to the soft grass covered ground, pulling Kurt down on top of him. He finally managed to undo Kurt's zipper and swallowed the saliva that filled his mouth at the glimpse of the hard lightly fuzzed blue cock that sprang out into his waiting hand.

Kurt automatically thrust forwards into the pale slender hand gripping his painfully erect shaft. His mind was blank as lust and hunger raced through his veins, urging him to keep going. He roughly grabbed the sides of Pietro's jeans, yanking them down and off the other boy's body. Pietro obviously got the idea as he tugged and pulled at Kurt's own trousers. Kurt kicked the offending garments away before laying himself back over Pietro's body. Both boys gasped in pained pleasure as their engorged cocks brushed against each other for the first time.

Pietro tangled his hands in Kurt's long black hair, pulling the other boy's mouth down to his as he thrust up against Kurt's body, the sensations robbing him of any thoughts as to the wiseness of his actions. Only instinct was guiding him now and his instincts were demanding that he get as close to the other boy as possible. He wrapped one arm around Kurt's waist, pulling him more forcefully down on top of him, enjoying Kurt's warm heavy weight against him as they ground together, writhing and undulating, gasping and moaning around each other's mouths as they moved, lost in a sea of sensual ecstasy.

Pietro could feel his release bubbling up inside him, a forest fire raging out of control, thrumming though his veins, his engorged cock throbbing painfully as it slid against Kurt's lightly fuzzed shaft. His balls tingled and he arched up with a scream, biting hard into Kurt's fur covered shoulder as he came. He heard Kurt's howl as the other boy stiffened, bucking into Pietro as their combined fluids shot up between them, coating their chests and stomachs.

Pietro sank back to the ground, boneless, his breathing erratic from the force of his orgasm. He weakly stroked his hand up Kurt's shoulder and neck, his thumb rubbing across Kurt's sharp furry cheekbone as he pulled Kurt in for a deep languid kiss, their tongues moving together almost lazily. He felt the pressure of Kurt's weight slide to one side, pulling Pietro with him as the blue furred boy positioned them on their sides, still wrapped around the other, Kurt's strong arm around his waist, holding him tight. Pietro sighed as they broke the kiss. He dazedly looked at Kurt's half lidded pleasure glazed golden eyes, the alcohol still blurring them. He saw Kurt's long eyelashes flutter as those eyes closed. He felt Kurt's body go lax and a deep rumbling purr vibrating out of Kurt's chest and into his.

Pietro closed his eyes, burying his face into the nape of Kurt's warm furry neck as he breathed deeply, inhaling the other boy's unique musky scent that had the slightest hint of brimstone. His last conscious thoughts were of how pleasing that scent was as the other boy's purring lulled him into a deep dreamless sleep.

#

Oh my, what will they do when they wake up? Keep reading to find out and don't forget to review and tell me what you think, should I keep going?