Kurt had no idea what had come over Oliver. Every time he tried to talk to him it ended in an argument. Kurt tried to put it past them, he tried being sweet to Oliver but his indifference towards Kurt seemed to be growing more and more. The younger man seemed completely uninterested in making up with him. He had never dated anyone so much younger than him - maybe Oliver was tired of him. But then again if he wanted to break things off he'd just come out and say it - Oliver wasn't one to beat around the bush. "I'm out of cigarettes. Be right back." Oliver informed them as he folded his cards in on their poker game. They had had a busy day and in the evening it started to rain so they decided to have a night in before they left for Italy in the morning.

"Want me to come with you?" Kurt asked out of sheer habit. Back at the mansion their weekly trip to Duane Reade had been one of his favorite things. The cashier was so used to them that he knew Oliver's brand of cigarettes.

"No, you're tired. You stay here."Oliver said before he hurried out the door.

"Damn that was cold." Logan commented as he shuffled the cards. "I don't think I've ever seen him so pissed at you - what'd you do, Elf?"

"You heard it too. That edge in his tone. Like he's telling me to 'get bent' with every word." Kurt said and let out an exasperated sigh. "He was a little angry I didn't thank him for saving my life. We got into this argument about God - apparently he's been pulling away from me ever since I got shot and I just haven't noticed until now."

"That's too bad. You guys had a good run. Try not to use the ol 'it's not you, it's me' line on him when you break it off. He'll appreciate it more if you're straight forward with him." Logan said quickly.

"What? I'm not breaking up with him." Kurt scoffed. "Couples fight, they make up - it happens. I just don't know how to yet. My religion has never bothered him before."

"If I may, comrade - I don't think it's your religion that is - how you say - 'turning him off'." Piotr spoke up.

"Oh?"

"It is you who is turning him off."

"Pardon?" Kurt asked as he tried not glare at Piotr. Logan just chuckled. Kurt was modest most of the time but sometimes he took offense if someone commented on his looks. Hell they had all flexed at their own reflexion at least once. And enough attractive women hit on him that he felt he was handsome. It was equal to the amount of attention he got when he wore his image inducer.

"Allow me to elaborate - Oliver's mutation gives him a certain set of animalistic tendencies that explains some of his behavior. Recently I see a TV program about Alpha male status among large cats. You see when alpha loses face be it from older age, losing a kill or getting injured his females discard him. Some of them take pity and bring him food, baby him like he is a useless cub and so forth. Others tease the male because they know he is not a threat."

"I get what you're saying. Because Kurt got shot and Oliver had to care for him, he's not Oliver's 'Alpha' dog anymore." Logan said. "That's understandable - he grew up being taught weakness was unacceptable."

"So he thinks I'm weak? That's ridiculous." Kurt rolled his eyes. "I've been injured before. Oliver is an intelligent man - that stuff doesn't affect him like that… but… in the interest of conversation what does the male lion do to shake this new 'weakling' status."

"He stays subjugated until the new Alpha kills him." Piotr shrugged. "Or I guess by human standards he'll replace you with another man… or woman." Logan nearly spit out his beer trying not to laugh at the horrified look on Kurt's face. "Or you can reestablish your dominance."

"How?"

"How do any of us prove it. By mating." Piotr smirked.

"Okay, you both know I'm not a prude or anything but if you continue to talk about 'dominating' or 'mating' with a kid whose diapers I used to change I'm gonna have to kill you both." Logan growled.

"Dominance and mating don't exactly belong in the same sentence to me. It sounds dangerously close to forcing myself on him." Kurt said. Logan lifted an eyebrow. "Don't you even dare - you know I wouldn't do that."

"Then you will never have his respect again." Piotr shrugged. "Or at least not according to Animal Kingdom. You want advice on how to make up with another man I'm afraid that is out of my area of expertise."

"Maybe you should ask Northstar." Logan chuckled. "Oh wait - they never made up… and then he died for a while there."

"Men and women aren't so different. I'll just do what I normally do to make up with a woman."

"Which is what?" Piotr asked. They all looked pensive like they were thinking.

"I'm screwed." Kurt sighed and they nodded in agreement.

"Hey I got invited to a rave - whose in?" Oliver asked as he came back in the room.

"Booze, drugs and house music - I'm in." Logan readily agreed. "Wait, do they have—"

"Full bar." Oliver said before he could finish. He showed Logan the evite on his phone.

"A rave - they still have those?" Piotr asked.

"I think it's an ironic rave - sort of poking fun at what they used to be." He explained. "Come on - I know you guys like retro-trash."

"Fine."

At the insistence of everyone else Kurt went without his image inducer. After all the rave was in a dimly lit building - with the drugs and alcohol flowing if anyone even noticed his blue skin they'd think they hallucinated it. They all put on their tightest pants before venturing in. Logan went straight for the bar. Piotr got snagged by a very drunk girl that insisted that she had to paint him. He came back ten minutes later with no shirt, slathered in neon bright body paint. Oliver took several pictures. They took shots to fast-track their moods. Logan somehow ended up in a wet t-shirt contest - he won second place which got him more shots and a 'goody bag' of various drugs. The only thing their dared touch was the blunt.

It had been ages since Kurt smoked weed. And since the world wasn't ending and he was on vacation he readily joined in their circle. According to Logan and Oliver's keen noses it was the only substance in the bag that wasn't laced with other things. It wasn't made in a lab - it wouldn't kill them. "Holy… what is this? My shoulder feels great now." Kurt felt like his voice was a little distorted but they just looked at him like he was talking normal. Oliver leaned in close to his face and he grinned wide. Oliver sniffed around his mouth before he lazily nuzzled his neck.

"Smells like… hybrid sativa." Oliver said before he accepted the blunt from Piotr. "Kind of smells like your teleportation smoke."

"Oh crap - do I smell high when I teleport?" Kurt asked. He looked around when they all laughed at him. He was serious, why were they laughing? Piotr's body-paint-girl found him again and dragged him off for a 'touch up'. Oliver took to the dance floor when one of his favorite songs came on. Even in the mob of people Kurt could see him - all the glow sticks and necklaces reflecting off his platinum hair as he swayed in the same drunken fashion as the other people on the dance floor.

"One minute you're teaching them to crawl and the next they're sharing your joint and gyrating on some random drunk girl. They grow up so fast." Logan said as he looped his arm around Kurt's shoulders. They both chuckled.

"Christ, he's so beautiful, Logan. I don't want to lose him." Kurt confessed.

"Oh please - you kidding? He's stupid in love with you. Only way to get rid of him is tweezers and a match." Logan chuckled.

"Aww man, I feel like dancing…" Kurt ran his hand through his hair. He hadn't thought the music was that great an hour ago but that was before five shots and finishing the last of the blunt with Logan. Hopefully Scott didn't drug test them when they got back. Logan looked at him when he suddenly took his shirt off and handed it to him. He then waded into the crowd without a word.

Kurt found Oliver sandwiched between another man and a woman. It was all he could do not to rip their hands off for even touching him. But as soon as his jealousy reared it's ugly head the drugs in his system made it evaporate. He gently grabbed Oliver wrist and pulled him away. The couple didn't even notice her was gone and continued dancing together. Rather than glare at him Oliver turned to him with the sweetest smile on his face. He was drunk and high but Kurt was too so he was ecstatic to see Oliver in such a good mood.

"Bon nuit, mon cher…" He sang as they started swaying against each other. He put his hands on Kurt's chest and flicked his cross. He touched the small bandage covering Kurt's still tender wound and glanced up at him. "Kurt I—"

"None of that matters, liebhaber. Don't ruin your buzz worrying." Kurt interrupted. He ran his hands under Oliver's shirt and stroked over his soft furry skin. Kurt couldn't believe how good it felt just to touch him. That whole fiasco with the mutant baby and Cable had thrown a wrench in all their lives. Add to that their home getting destroyed and Kurt's injury their sex life had ceased to exist. There was no nagging pain in his chest, all he felt was Oliver's warm breath on his neck. When he wound his tail around Oliver's he moaned right in his ear. "I've really missed feeling you against me. Just being near—"

"I wanna fuck." Oliver blurted out. Kurt couldn't help but laugh. He'd find Oliver's bold statement hilarious even if he were sober. Despite how much he drank he could feel himself getting hard. He was already half naked and groping Oliver like no one could see them. Logan was probably glaring at him.

"Schatz I don't know if—"

"Come on." Oliver said before he grabbed Kurt's hand and led him off the dance floor. Kurt looked around quickly. He only spotted Logan for a second, he was back at the bar. Who knew where Piotr was. His eyes adjusted quickly as Oliver led him down a dark hallway. The muted moans coming from the corners caught his attention. He wondered how Oliver knew about the 'sex den' but he could probably smell it. Even Kurt caught a whiff of that distinctive funk. The scenes down this hall would put Sodom and Gomorrah to shame. He held Oliver's hand tighter - suddenly overcome with paranoia that there were cameras everywhere and that his naked blue butt would end up on some porn site. Thankfully Oliver pulled him into a small room with a curtain that offered them some privacy. As soon as he closed it grabbed him and kissed him. Backing him to the wall and grabbing as much of his ass as he could.

Oliver tasted like vodka and cigarettes. Kurt was certain he tasted the same. It felt amazing to run his tongue all over his mouth. Kurt slid his hands around and pulled Oliver's pants down. Oliver squirmed against him and pushed his hand into Kurt's jeans - getting his belt and zipper open at record speed. Kurt couldn't remember the last time a handjob had felt so good. Maybe it was the drugs, maybe it was the fact he hadn't gotten off since he got shot. Not from a lack of trying - Oliver had completely cut him off. Maybe he was afraid sex would hurt him. Or maybe Piotr had been right - seeing him get injured had turned Oliver off. But now he seemed to have no problem jerking Kurt off in a somewhat public place. Kurt noticed with some mirth that the curtain concealing them was only hip length. He put it out of his mind when Oliver grabbed one of his hands.

"Touch me… please." He begged as he eased down his jeans.

"Well since you asked so sweet." Kurt shrugged. He licked his thumb before slicking it all over the underside of the tip. Oliver gasped and gripped his cock a little tighter. Kurt adjusted his grip, pressing their erections together and jerking them in tandem. Kurt smacked Oliver's ass with his free hand. The sound was so loud to him - like everyone in the world could hear it, along with the scream Oliver let out. Kurt didn't care, it sounded amazing to him. Like Oliver's voice was hitting on a nerve it hadn't before - shooting tingles up and down his spine. He wished he could get a picture of the look on Oliver's face. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were glazed over, his pupils blown. The sight of his sharp canines in the dark. "I'm cumming…"

"My too… go faster—Ah!" Oliver screamed when Kurt smacked his ass again. He leaned down and bit Oliver - hard. It was indescribable feeling his own fangs pierce Oliver's skin. He panicked for a moment when the copper tang of blood hit his tongue. He thought he'd gone too far but when he pulled back Oliver was smiling. He tossed his head back when he ejaculated all over his hand. Oliver squirmed in his tight grip and he felt it when his lover painted his stomach with his cum. Kurt gave Oliver an incredibly sloppy kiss - he still had Oliver's blood on his tongue. It seemed to key him up even more and he returned Kurt's enthusiasm.

There was nothing to wipe their hands but Kurt didn't care. He was already trying to figure out how many ports it would take for him to get Oliver back to their bed at the hotel so they could go another round. By the time Oliver zipped him up he was already filling out again. "We should—" Kurt was interrupted by a loud bang.

"Police! Everyone on your knees! This is a bust!"

"Shit." Oliver swore. Before they could get separated Kurt teleported them outside. Oliver looked around when he was suddenly on a roof top five blocks away from the rave. Kurt let go of him and teleported away. He came back ten seconds later with Logan and Piotr who were both covered in body paint now. Oliver pulled his phone out and took a picture.

"Kurt why are your hands wet and sticky?"

Kurt felt insatiable. He was starting to suspect something he drank was laced with viagra. He was able to keep up with his young lover without missing a beat. As they washed the rank odor of the rave off in the shower Kurt pressed Oliver against the tile and made him scream. The harder he pressed into Oliver the better it felt. He was all wet and clean - his hair dangling in his face. Kurt pulled out and came all over his back. If anyone witnessed the obscene way they kissed each other they would've been grossed out. They got cleaned up and went to the bedroom.

Kurt was starving - he assumed it was side effected of the weed and how many calories he burned having sex with Oliver. While he was on the phone with room service Oliver had a smoke out on the balcony. It wasn't until he came back in that Kurt noticed he had gone out there naked.

"When in Rome." Oliver chuckled. "Believe me I was not the only nude man smoking out there." He grabbed a first aid kit and had Kurt sit down. "Your bandage is wet." He changed the dressing for him - all the while trying not to squirm as Kurt tickled the back of his thighs with his tail. "How do you feel?"

"Great." Kurt answered honestly.

"Wanna feel better?" Oliver asked as he eased down to his knees. Kurt's eyebrows shot up.

"I'm not gonna say 'no'." He grinned. Oliver had never sucked him before. It was amazing - oddly exhilarating watching him hold his sharp teeth clear of Kurt's sensitive flesh. Kurt just rubbed his ears and let Oliver set his own pace. Kurt couldn't stop himself from cumming when Oliver started to purr. He didn't pull back until Kurt was good and done. He flopped back on the bed and watched as Oliver when to the bathroom to spit his load in the sink. He almost dosed off until there was a knock at the door. He pulled on a pair of boxers and opened the door when he realized it was his food. The poor busboy gasped at the sight of Kurt and for a moment he wondered what was wrong with him. He wasn't wearing his image inducer. He just gave the kid a big tip and rolled the cart in with his tail before he shut the door.

They sat on the bed and ate - as it turns out Kurt ordered a bunch of breakfast food and it was just what Oliver wanted too. Kurt was about to fall asleep again when Oliver straddled him. "This is how I'm going to die. Full of pancakes, sexed-to-death by a deviant Frenchman."

"Not a bad way to go." Oliver shrugged as he ground himself against Kurt. He honestly didn't think he could get erect again but as Oliver rubbed his soft ass on him Kurt felt that familiar tingle run through him. "Don't worry - I'll go easy on you this time."

"You're too… tight." Kurt moaned when Oliver impaled himself on his cock. "Verdammt - I meant 'kind'. 'You're too kind'." Oliver chuckled. "Mein Gott, I'm gonna pass out." Oliver took it slow like he promised and rocked his hips just enough to get the friction they both wanted. Kurt ran his hands all over Oliver. Smirking to himself when ever Oliver let out little high pitched moans. He tensed when Kurt's hand slid around his throat. The other man noticed that and tightened his grip a little. He remembered the way Logan grabbed the back of his neck during his rampage to make him docile. It seemed his entire neck was a tender spot. It made him grind harder. Kurt wondered if he was holding too tight but when he inched in his grip Oliver tapped his arm rapidly.

"Little looser… right there." He smiled when he got his hold just right. He used it to pull Oliver down for a kiss. He thrust up into him and Oliver peaked with a surprised yelp. "You're right… right on my spot—Ah! Mon dieu! Incroyable…" The way he purred into their next kiss put Kurt over the edge. "Kurt, not inside." Oliver protested weakly. Kurt sighed as he put his head back. He couldn't help it. He felt like all of his bones turned to jelly. He heard Oliver complain and looked down as he lifted himself off Kurt's softening cock.

"Scheiße. Tut mir leid—Sorry." Kurt had to actually think to speak English.

"That feels weird." Oliver shuddered as Kurt's cum oozed out of him. Kurt teleported them to the bathroom and sat Oliver on the toilet. Kurt couldn't help put chuckle at the face Oliver made. When he was done they went back into the room. Kurt was drinking some water when he noticed Oliver out on the balcony smoking nude again. The sun was coming up right behind his head and Kurt grabbed his phone and took a picture. He took several until Oliver turned around and noticed him. He got one of him smiling, naked and unashamed, with the brightness of the sun making a halo around his blond hair.

"That's a keeper." Kurt said. Oliver closed the curtains before he joined Kurt in bed. He hid his face when Kurt kept taking pictures. "One more… come on." He held Oliver close to his chest and took it of the two of them.