Lance, with surprising accuracy, almost scary, flied the X Jet with expert precision and managed to find Magneto's nearby base. His never ending talents never ceased to amaze Kurt. They had landed the jet at the opening of a dark, dank looking cave that seemed completely normal, not the kind of place you would ever expect to find a base hidden. But, Kurt supposed that was the point; hide it where you would never expect to find it.

"Thanks Lance… for doing all this, going all out to help", Kurt spoke to Lance in all honesty with a smile from the co-pilot's seat. His voice was soft and gentle like a breeze inside the jet. Out in the deep forest, inside a giant metal, now warm, mechanism, made it extremely quite.

"Mm", Lance started grinning, "Your surprised I would do something good for once", Lance said with a slight laugh.

"No, no I wasn't saying that", Kurt said looking guilty with his hands flashing back and forth in a 'no no' movement. Lance loved Kurt in everyway. He reminded him of a cute little anime character.

"It wasn't a question", Lance said as if having purposefully stated something bad about himself. "I'm not doing this for Logan, or the X team. I don't have that much integrity. I'm doing it for you", Lance said reaching across the distance between them and setting his hand on Kurt's leg.

Kurt looked up and over at Lance, into his eyes. Lance was so handsome, Kurt found. His chestnut colored hair, natural tan and dark eyes. How he was always unevenly shaven and had an uneven hair cut, accompanied by that cute 'don't look at me' expression on his face. Kurt knew Lance was strong and dangerous, really against the grain. Different from Logan's rebellion…

"This isn't like the Bayville Sirens Outing, or that bullshit with Scott or Remy. This is Magneto. He will hurt you", Lance said looking down now realizing the ugly truth. He glanced back at Kurt. "Maybe you should stay in the jet after all."

Kurt now realized the amount of care and consideration Lance had for him… He was willing to do ALL this just to rescue his love interest, for Kurt's happiness, even though he knew that would mean taking any chance he had at a relationship with Kurt and flushing it down the toilet.

Lance took the chance, no matter how profane it might have been at that moment.

He lunged at Kurt in his co-pilot chair and wrapped his large arms around him. During the process, he slid his old, tattered leather jacket off of his bare arms while he tongued Kurt deep and fully. Kurt pushed at the jacket, letting it fall to the ground off of Lance's shoulders and rubbed his blue hands up and down Lance's strong muscled arms. He locked his feet around Lance's back, entwining them so they couldn't be broken from his weight as Lance picked him up into his arms effortlessly.

"Ha… you're so tiny", Lance almost seemed to mock Kurt with a wide grin. "Don't worry, it's a good thing", he finished.

"This is really wrong Lance. Logan is in there right now", Kurt said considerably.

"Well, if you don't wanna do this then why is your hands under my shirt", Lance said with a hungry seductive grin. Kurt looked down and finally realized his actions as he felt the slightly hairy pecks under his hands. The feeling of them sent hot electricity through his body.

Kurt, this time, was the one who started the kiss. Lance seemed surprised… and extremely aroused by Kurt's sudden sexual assertiveness. He rubbed his open legs against Lance's now throbbing bulge in his tight jeans as Lance fell back on his ass, holding a half 'his height' Kurt in his strong arms. Lance's muscle was natural, built up, as was his tan. He was real… and Kurt needed real magic. He was tired of the pretentious half-men.

Lance was able to carry Kurt easily as he searched the plane up and down for blankets and pillows. Surprisingly he found them. He laid down two thick blankets he found on the cold metal floor of the X Jet while he placed another blanket loosely over them, he then scattered the five pillows he found around randomly on the blanket area before he sat down himself, leaning forward and putting Kurt's back against one of the pillows.

He broke the kiss, saliva coating his lips and chin from the passionate, out of control kissing. "I know it's not a king size with roses petals… but it's the best I can do right now", he grinned at Kurt, actually ensuring that he was comfortable before preceding.

Kurt couldn't think of another man who would do THAT for him right at the verge of sex, during all those raging male hormones. Usually they wouldn't be able to control themselves. Now THAT was a man.

"Everything is perfect", Kurt whispered, keeping his arms locked tight around Lance's neck.

Lance lifted his arm above Kurt's head, Kurt inhaling the scent of musk on Lance's body, as he flipped off the main light to the jet. The moonlight shined in through the windows of the jet and reflected off the metal. It was dark, yet perfectly visible. Kurt's blue fur glowed purple in the moonlight as it always did. His eyes looking like white stars against his dark hair.

Lance began to remove Kurt's clothes, starting with his shirt and moving down to his pants, having his briefs off almost as quick. He cupped Kurt's little ass with his huge hands, rubbing his opening gruffly. Holding Kurt in his lap, facing him, he leaned down and nibbled on his pointy ears in the darkness. Kurt whimpered and cried out in the darkness, not bothering to hide his sexual cries as he was devoured.

"Rhh", Lance grumbled moving down Kurt's neck and finding his left nipple. "I've wanted you for I don't know how long", Lance said as if he was about to feast on something after he had been starved. He took Kurt's firm nipple in his mouth, sucking it harder and harder, flicking the tip of it with his tongue and circling it with his teeth. "God, you taste amazing", Lance swore.

Kurt pulled at Lance's shirt, having it off of him in just moments. He started working his small hands on Lance's belt buckle. He was having difficulty. Lance grinned at him, looking down at the small elf trying to strip him. He took the buckle in both hands and clipped it off himself instantly and stripped himself of his pants. He was wearing boxers underneath, but judging from the huge bulge in Lance's crotch area, he could see why he would need the extra room boxer's provided.

Lance slid his boxers off smoothly, and rubbed himself while he leaned forward and had Kurt on his back again.

But Kurt was hungry this time.

He wrapped his legs around Lance's waist, high, so that he could kiss him at the same time, and rolled them both over so he was on top of Lance now. He leaned forward and kissed lance's lips while using his hands to rub his nipples to the point of hardness. He took his tail without another thought, and wrapped the bass of his tail around Lance's cock and used the top half of it to constrict Lance's balls as well. He pumped Lance violently while jerking his package. He constricted tight and then loose while moving the twine of his tail up and down and back and forth. Milking Lance in a nonstop motion.

As Kurt ran his nose down the hairy center line of Lance's pecks and found his nipples by licking across, he felt Lance get even harder. He started to suck Lance's nipples while rubbing his abs and working him with his tail. Lance reacted… he threw his neck back and howled with his open mouth as Kurt felt his tail get coated with pre-cum, a seemingly endless amount. "K…KURT", Lance said with an 'oh God I can't believe it' tone. Kurt unraveled his tail from Lance's cock and soon turned and put Lance's manhood in his mouth, sucking on it greedily.

'Tastes so much better than Logan', Kurt echoed in his mind. Strange, Lance was rather scrubby, unwashed and oily, hairy and raw, smelly even, yet he was the best thing Kurt ever had held contact with.

"Mmm", Kurt moaned in delight from the taste and texture of Lance's cock. He could only fit half of it in his mouth. He wasn't as thick as Logan, or as long… but he was extremely hung none the less, his meat was huge by any means. Kurt found it hard to believe himself that he was a virgin just days ago.

Kurt was on his back again, now by a surprisingly stronger than before Lance. Lance was now in control, and Kurt was going to let it happen. Foreplay was over. He kissed down Kurt's body and lifted his legs without any struggled above his head, which held it's chin against the blanket. He moved forward and spread Kurt's legs open and licked around the outside rim of Kurt's opening.

Lance wasted no time; he quickly lapped his tongue over Kurt's asshole, making his outside wet. Then, with the second lick, he thrust his tongue upward into him, massaging the inside muscles, loosening him as he went even further, hitting his prostate. Lance was an expert.

"Ohh Oh GOD LANCE", Kurt screamed with his mouth wide open and his legs shaking as cum escaped his member and spilled over his blue body. He never knew he could feel such pleasure there. "Ahh", He continued to whine.

Lance removed his mouth from Kurt's crevasses and crawled upward to face him. He held eye contact with him the entire time. Lance didn't even reach down to feel for Kurt's spot with his cock; instead, he locked both of his huge arms around Kurt and thrust upward into him.

"GRR GHAAAA", Lance howled out as his eyes went back in his head. "Ha your TIGHT… so tight", Lance cried out, panting, from pleasure as Kurt's tight ass constricted his member. But that didn't stop him, he continued to thrust upward, in and out all the way from his balls to the head of his cock, ensuring Kurt got a good feel for it's size and became use to it.

Lance's method for sex was so similar to Logan's, at least in Kurt's eyes it was. Especially when he used his tongue… but Lance was different.

He was swift, yet strong and precise. Logan usually approached it with brutal strength and luck, forcing his partner to orgasm. With Lance, he could feel the love.

Kurt arched his back and tightened his ass even farther on Lance as he moved faster and faster. They rolled over, sweating, with Kurt on top. He slammed down on top of Lance, trapping his huge cock in Kurt's tight ass as he rammed up and down on Lance's balls.

"AR AHH", Lance howled out as Kurt moaned as well, coming again.

Lance leaned forward, sitting up and held Kurt up in his arms and licking Kurt's cum off his blue chest. Instantly, he slammed Kurt back down on his cock.

Lance was on his knees, holding Kurt with just his arms against gravity, facing him, against his pelvis as he fucked him. Kurt held his legs tight around Lance's waist and forced down on Lance's member. They were in perfect sync. Again and again there muscles pounded against one another's.

But in the end, Lance won. Kurt went limp, climaxing for the third time, he leaned his head back and screamed at the top of his lungs. "AHRRHH LANCE OH GOD LANCE… I… I love you", Lance's ego shot up about ten times its size. He leaned forward and put Kurt on the floor again and did one final thrust inside of him, spilling his seed deep in Kurt, filling him up. Kurt felt it pump into him. Lance's sweet stuff burned inside of Kurt, a feeling he would never forget.

Lance collapsed forward, exhausted from their actions. He brought his mouth to Kurt's ear, carrying with it hot breath. "I love you to", Lance whispered as if it was a valuable secret to the universe. "No Regrets..."

Kurt panted as the sweaty, leader of the Brotherhood Pack, greaser lay on top of him, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder. He ran his hands through Lance's hair as they kissed again. Kurt tasted himself on Lance's tongue.

Kurt pondered over the words he had just said to Lance… and then he remembered what Lance had said. 'No Regrets', the words rang in his head. It sounded just right... Kurt didn't have any regrets with Lance, at all…