Hello! I sure hope there's still people out there reading this! xD Well, I know it's been an awfully long while since I have updated, but rest assured, dear readers, I have worked a LONG time on this chapter, and I sure hope you will like it. I tried to get inside Kurt's head for this one, wondering how you must feel being blue and fuzzy.

Anywayz, for a bit of context, I imagined this chapter taking place after college, mutants were revealed to humanity and so anti-mutant protesters are beginning to appear. Angelica and Kurt are living together in their own apartment. I also imagined Kurt becoming a teacher in high school or something, and Angelica becoming a famous singer who pretends that her wings are fake and part of her character... Or something.

Oh well, enjoy the new chapter and don't hesitate to tell me what you think. ;)

Mirror

With everything happening today

You don't know whether you're coming or going

But you think that you're on your way

Life lined up on the mirror don't blow it

His hands gripped the side of the sink. His entire body was shaking from the rage and sadness within. Hair fell down on his eyes, but he was staring down anyway. His back convulsed to the rhythm of his sobs, his grip tightening over the porcelain of the sink. A freezing wind roared inside from the opened window, pushing and pulling the curtains furiously. The water was still running, washing the blood contrasting with the pure white of the bottom of the sink. Another fit of cough convulsed his shoulders and a new flow of tears rolled down his cheeks. Then, he looked up.

Look at me when I'm talking to you

You looking at me but I'm looking through you

I see the blood in your eyes

I see the love in disguise

He stared into his own eyes. The golden irises without any pupils stared back at him with the same distress among their depth. Those mutant eyes that scared so many, and yet that could hold so much kindness and love. His gaze went up and followed the length of the rosary hanging from the corner of the mirror. He closed his eyes and whispered a silent prayer. He still felt the blood that had dried on his chin and coughed up some more before he spit into the sink. His entire body ached from the multiple strokes he had received. He believed one of his ribs was broken, but his image inducer had been broken, so he preferred staying where he was rather than risking going to a hospital, it was less dangerous.

I see the pain hidden in your pride

I see you're not satisfied

And I don't see nobody else

I see myself I'm looking at the

He was only walking back home after a long day's work. Listening to the sweet melody of Angelica's voice in his headphones, he headed to his apartment where his angel waited for him. The supper would probably already be ready when he'd arrive and Angelica would smile for him and melt all his worries. On his way, he passed by a mob of anti-mutant protesters. He quickly bowed his head and stared down as he walked by but he was soon stopped by a tall man asking him to join the protest. When Kurt had turned him down and made to walk away, the man had gripped his wrist, breaking his image inducer. Back to the present, Kurt growled loudly as rage built up in his chest to his heart and down his arm, that rose and punched the…

Mirror on the wall, here we are again

Through my rise and fall

You've been my only friend

You told me that they can understand the man I am

So why are we here talkin' to each other again?

He stared at his reflection in the broken mirror. Somehow, he felt just like the stranger on the other side of the glass: in pieces. All he remembered after that was pain. He was pushed to the ground and received blows after blows. The beast inside him had howled for him to let it in control and return the blows. He could have answered; he could have broken all their necks with a snap of his wrist if he had wanted to, but then, that would be playing their game. It would be destroying all the X-Men had ever fought for. In the end, he had been able to get enough space to teleport to the apartment. His eye was starting to swell up and it was harder and harder to keep it opened. He turned to get ice from the kitchen and stopped, dead-in-track, when he saw Angelica standing in the door, her jaw dropped: "What the hell happened to you?" He walked by her and made his way to the kitchen, mumbling a "Nothing" on his way.

Uh, I see the truth in your lies

I see nobody by your side

But I'm with you when you are all alone

And you correct me when I'm looking wrong

Before he by-passed her, she gripped his arm and motioned for the sofa. Sighing, he sat down and she kneeled in front of him, studying his wounds carefully. He stared at her, beautiful in her concentration. Her eyebrows were slightly frowned and she was biting her lower lip, as she did so often when he pleasured her. He suddenly imagined her bent over his lap, her head bobbing up and down over him, his hand gripping her silky blond hair as he lost himself in passion and pleasure. He broke out of his reverie when she ran her lithe fingers across his brow, healing the bruises on their way. Kurt closed his eyes at the soft touch, welcoming the ease that her healing powers brought on his pain. A memory of his mother suddenly came to his mind, a soothing voice that whispered to him. That assured him that everything would be alright, that he had to be himself.

I see the guilt beneath the shame

I see your soul through your window pane

I see the scars that remain

I see you Wayne, I'm looking at the...

He was brought back to reality as her hands traveled down his face, healing his black eye, healing the bruises on his neck and collarbone, healing his broken rib and creating shivers running up and down his spine as her fingers brushed on the short fur of his chest. He opened his eyes when she sighed and her touch left his furry skin. Kurt almost groaned, yearning for her to touch him again. Instead, he stared at her in the eyes and put his hand on the side of her neck, caressing her cheek by his large, calloused thumb. She put her pale hand upon his and teary blue eyes met lust-filled gold ones. He almost gasped at the love and worry he saw there. She opened her mouth to speak, but he pulled her to him and pressed his lips to hers, silencing whatever she was going to ask in a passion-filled kiss.

Mirror on the wall, here we are again (Yeah)

Through my rise and fall (Uh-Huh)

You've been my only friend (my only friend)

You told me that they can understand the man I am (they can understand)

So why are we here (misunderstood) talkin' to each other again?

His three-fingered hand got lost among her thick golden locks and he titled her face as he lifted her body up to his and sat her in his lap so he could kiss her more deeply. Their tongues played and rolled together between their lips in an erotic fight. Angelica moaned in the kiss and tied her arms around his neck, feeling the need and distress in his kisses. Kurt pulled her knees so that her legs would slide on each side of his hips and pressed her to him, desperate to feel her close, to hold her so tightly she never could slip out of his reach. He lifted the white, short dress up her thighs and caressed the skin of her buttocks with the tips of his fingers, a smirk creeping up his lips as he realized she was wearing a thong, which she did on rare occasions. Angelica practically purred in his ear at his ministrations, flapping her wings slowly and biting the pointy end softly. She was rewarded with a deep groan and he grabbed her bottom before lifting her and carrying her to the bedroom.

Looking at me now I can see my past

Damn I look just like my fucking dad

Light it up, that's smoke in mirrors

I even look good in the broken mirror

He let her fall on her back upon the bed and stared at her beauty in the dimmed light coming through the closed curtains. Her wings opened around her in a feathery blanket and her blond hair spread on the pillow in a golden halo around her angelic features. She returned his stare through lust-filled eyes a smile grazed her lips as she reached for him. Finding he could never deny his angel anything, Kurt crawled over to her and captured her lips with his once more. He poured all the sadness and hurt into the kiss and it seemed as though Angelica could swallow it all and replace it with love and lust, lightening the heavy burden on his heart. He slipped her lace dress up and under her breasts to caress the toned muscles of her belly and of her thighs. His girlfriend mewled in the kiss and he took the opportunity to bite her lower lip softly.

I see my momma smile that's a blessing

I see the change, I see the message

And no message could've been any clearer

So I'm startin' with the man in the...

Kurt kissed her chin and up her jaw and cheeks to her ear as he pressed his large thumb to her clitoris through the lace of her underwear. Angelica hissed and moaned under his weight as she moved against his hand, silently begging for more of his touch. He bit her earlobe and left a trail of heated kisses down the length of her throat and to her collarbone, still teasing his angel. She gripped a fistful of his hair and arched her body to press against him, her other hand leaving moon crescent nail marks on his back. Caressing up her sides, he lifted her dress up her head and completely off. Throwing it over his shoulder, he stared hungrily at her nude chest and growled. Holding her to him, he took a hard nub into his mouth and rolled his tongue over it playfully while kneading the other gently with his overly-large fingers. Angelica gasped and pushed her chest to his face, pleading for more.

Mirror on the wall,

MJ taught me that.

Here we are again

Through my rise and fall

You've been my only friend

Take 'em to Mars man

You told me that they can understand the man I am

So why are we talkin' to each other again?

Uh...

He kissed down her toned stomach and kept tickling the back of her thighs gently with his fingertips. His angel moaned and mewled, always reaching out to him and arching into his warm body. Her reactions drove him insane, he felt himself clinging even more to her, as if scared she would somehow disappear. When he reached her hip bone, he bit gently and licked the sweet, sweet skin as he pulled her already wet panties off her long legs. Once they were off and tossed aside, he gripped her ankle and kissed up the inside of her calf and her thigh. Her wings trashed behind her, but she did her best not to move and leave him to his teasing. Once he reached the apex between her legs, his tail tied around her ankle on its own will and Kurt rubbed her gently where she most needed him. She gasped once more and bent her head backward, giving into the wonderful pleasure her boyfriend inflicted on her. With his tail, he opened her legs even more, and he bent over her, his tongue slowly licking her from her slick entrance to the soft bundle of nerves.

Mirror on the wall, here we are again (yeah)

Through my rise and fall

You've been my only friend (Any questions?)

Once he made her come undone twice, he finally crawled back over her and bent on his elbows, kissing her temple as he entered her slowly. Angelica mewled, her throat sore from screaming and panting, but she rolled her hips up to his, following the rhythm he had begun. He gripped a fistful of her hair and titled her face so he could bite her long, slender neck and quickened their love-making. A deep groan came from his chest as he felt her nails biting into his skin and the muscles inside her clamping down around him. His devilish tail slipped between their bodies to caress her clitoris quickly. Her moans turned to cries once more and she held on to him as she crossed the edge and came completely undone in his arms. Kurt placed a hand on her hip; the other still locked in her golden locks, and pushed inside her. Everything was forgotten, the protesters, the pain, the sadness, his difference as he abandoned himself to the softness and beauty that was his Angelica. He came inside her, groaning and holding her close to him.

You told me that they can (I come to you) understand the man I am (You always have the answer)

So why are we here talkin' to each other again?

Mirror on the wall.

A movement to his side caught his attention as he laid against her, still panting. He looked over to his right and his eyes widened when he saw their reflection in the mirror. His deep blue fur contrasting sharply against the soft white of her skin, his feral look completely differed from her angelic features. He groaned and turned away from the image they presented, but Angelica stopped his move by wrapping her arms around his neck to keep him close to her body. He stared at her and she laughed, nuzzling his nose and whispered to him: "You belong here. With me." A warm grin split his face and he kissed her, rolling them over so he was not crushing her under his weight anymore, but kept her to him still. She was right. Nobody would tear them apart, because the only one who could keep him away from Angelica was his girlfriend herself, but she was accepting him as he was, and he would not have it any other way. Mutant or not.

So why are we talking to each other again?

So here it is guys! I hope you liked. Once again, if you have any ideas, don't be afraid to share and I'll be working on another chapter. I also thought about reviewing the first chapters, that weren't really to my liking. Anywayz, stay tuned!
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