**Warning, themes of homosexuality. If you're uncomfortable with it,
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Mutants 101
..Duncan..
by Michiru
Yo, I'm Duncan. Duncan Matthews, that is. Super-Jock extrordinaire. Super male, too, ha ha (seriously). Girls want me. Heck, I'd want me if I were one of them. I'm handsome, built like a football player (then again, I AM aren't I?), and rich. Good ole blond and blue eyed American.
Not that my LIFE is a piece of apple pie. I mean, I have parents. They let me do anything I want. Well, that is, if I stay out of their way, don't embarrass them or basically act invisible when they have their friends over. They give me great cars, lots of spending cash, anything I want. Fun, huh? It doesn't matter too much, as they're usually not around. Father is old money. Add 50 'Os' to that world, old. He doesn't need to work. So him and Mother jet all over the world to fabulous parties, and awesome places. Life is a vacation.
Most kids would give their right arm (not me… it's my throwing arm…) for this life (plus I already HAVE the life… why give up important body parts for it?). I wonder what I'd give up to have a nice normal life? Parents that worried about my grades and if the people I make friends with are a good influence on me?
I'm a 17 year old 'poor little rich boy', and my world is turning upside down.
Enough of the depressing stuff.
I have a sorta-girlfriend, her name is Jean Grey. Gorgeous lady with great curves. Any normal guy's wetdream. She's one of my two big problems. I go out with her mostly cause I'm supposed to. Big time football player, gorgeous girl, the golden couple. Right?
We-elll… I like her, but I'd much rather go out with one of her friends.
One in particular.
Kurt Wagner.
That's problem number one. See, in my parent's perfect life, I'm a perfect son who'll marry the perfect woman. Because I'm a perfect male. Perfect male, I'll give myself. But there's no perfect woman, because I'm perfectly gay.
Not too Apple Pie, huh?
I think it was gradual, too. Girls never got my attention, but I could say they were attractive. I tried not to think of my attraction to guys, until Kurt came along. I find him really cute, and there's an air of vulnerability that appeals to my testosterone driven self. I sound like a commercial.
Anyway, it's a school day. I don't mind school. There's football, buddies, mystery meat and Kurt.
"Kurt, slow down! Don't run in the hall!!" I hear Scott yell. I look over and see him. He's looking back at Scott, I can hear his laughter as he mocks him. Scott is so mock-able. There's just something about him. Kurt, not Scott. It's hard to explain. He's just so… man, I sound like a 13 year old girl.
He smells good.
I just oh-so-casually step in his way.
*CRASH*
"Vas?" Kurt blinked rapidly from his position, sitting on the floor. I, being much bigger and heavier, was only knocked back a smidge.
"You ok, Wagner?" I ask in my slightly bored tone. I hold out my hand to him. He reaches his out, then hesitates. I lean over and grab his arm, haling him up. As close to me as possible without it looking weird. "You know, you shouldn't run in the halls."
"Ja," he sighs. "I've been told that. A lot." He runs his fingers through his hair with a bit of a smile. And boy, does he ever smell good.
"Maybe Summers is right about something for a change, huh?" I grin at him. And then I feel it. That thing rear up inside me. The animal, as I've dubbed it.
"Whoa," Kurt takes a step back from me.
I know it turned physical this time. It doesn't always. And while some things have been going on for a long time, it's only started going physical. In the eyes..
"What's wrong?" I play it stupid.
"You're eyes. They…. Changed." He looks startled, but not scared.
Should I mention this problem in a touch more detail? No? Too bad.
Something strange is going on. It's been going on for about a year now. My sense of smell and hearing is a lot better than it used to be. Don't believe me? I'm two floor and half the building away from the cafeteria, and I can smell they're making hotdogs and that soupy chili that I actually like. Scott wears a tiny trace of cologne. Jean wears that a nice perfume, uses a raspberry smelling shave gel, and uses peppermint foot lotion (knew about the lotion cause I saw her buy it, but I can smell it.) And when he's wet, Kurt smells like wet fur. Haven't figured that out yet…
"Changed?" I know they haven't changed back. They've changed few times before, but never in school. They go-"
"They're blue. Bright blue. And… they look like cat's eyes!" Kurt's eyes are wider now.
I close my eyes and mentally pray for it to go away. I force it away.
"Duncan," Kurt says softly, and I hear him step closer, "are you a mutant?"
I open my eyes.
"Hey, Kurt!" Kitty Pryde grabs him away. "What do you want to do for your birthday tonight?"
"How about pizza?" Kurt grins at Kitty.
"Hey, happy birthday," I tell him.
"Thanks, Duncan," he smiles at me as he's pulled away.
Kurt's birthday, huh? Well, I'll just have to send him something. Anonymously, of course, but what a great way to start a 'secret admirer' thing?
So, those are my two big problems. I'm gay, and I'm a freak of some sort. What was it that Kurt said?
A mutant?
TBC
**Disclaimer**
I do not own any of the characters within this fic. This is just a fic, not gospel, and situations that may be within the show don't necessarily make their way here. And vice versa.
Mutants 101
..Duncan..
by Michiru
Yo, I'm Duncan. Duncan Matthews, that is. Super-Jock extrordinaire. Super male, too, ha ha (seriously). Girls want me. Heck, I'd want me if I were one of them. I'm handsome, built like a football player (then again, I AM aren't I?), and rich. Good ole blond and blue eyed American.
Not that my LIFE is a piece of apple pie. I mean, I have parents. They let me do anything I want. Well, that is, if I stay out of their way, don't embarrass them or basically act invisible when they have their friends over. They give me great cars, lots of spending cash, anything I want. Fun, huh? It doesn't matter too much, as they're usually not around. Father is old money. Add 50 'Os' to that world, old. He doesn't need to work. So him and Mother jet all over the world to fabulous parties, and awesome places. Life is a vacation.
Most kids would give their right arm (not me… it's my throwing arm…) for this life (plus I already HAVE the life… why give up important body parts for it?). I wonder what I'd give up to have a nice normal life? Parents that worried about my grades and if the people I make friends with are a good influence on me?
I'm a 17 year old 'poor little rich boy', and my world is turning upside down.
Enough of the depressing stuff.
I have a sorta-girlfriend, her name is Jean Grey. Gorgeous lady with great curves. Any normal guy's wetdream. She's one of my two big problems. I go out with her mostly cause I'm supposed to. Big time football player, gorgeous girl, the golden couple. Right?
We-elll… I like her, but I'd much rather go out with one of her friends.
One in particular.
Kurt Wagner.
That's problem number one. See, in my parent's perfect life, I'm a perfect son who'll marry the perfect woman. Because I'm a perfect male. Perfect male, I'll give myself. But there's no perfect woman, because I'm perfectly gay.
Not too Apple Pie, huh?
I think it was gradual, too. Girls never got my attention, but I could say they were attractive. I tried not to think of my attraction to guys, until Kurt came along. I find him really cute, and there's an air of vulnerability that appeals to my testosterone driven self. I sound like a commercial.
Anyway, it's a school day. I don't mind school. There's football, buddies, mystery meat and Kurt.
"Kurt, slow down! Don't run in the hall!!" I hear Scott yell. I look over and see him. He's looking back at Scott, I can hear his laughter as he mocks him. Scott is so mock-able. There's just something about him. Kurt, not Scott. It's hard to explain. He's just so… man, I sound like a 13 year old girl.
He smells good.
I just oh-so-casually step in his way.
*CRASH*
"Vas?" Kurt blinked rapidly from his position, sitting on the floor. I, being much bigger and heavier, was only knocked back a smidge.
"You ok, Wagner?" I ask in my slightly bored tone. I hold out my hand to him. He reaches his out, then hesitates. I lean over and grab his arm, haling him up. As close to me as possible without it looking weird. "You know, you shouldn't run in the halls."
"Ja," he sighs. "I've been told that. A lot." He runs his fingers through his hair with a bit of a smile. And boy, does he ever smell good.
"Maybe Summers is right about something for a change, huh?" I grin at him. And then I feel it. That thing rear up inside me. The animal, as I've dubbed it.
"Whoa," Kurt takes a step back from me.
I know it turned physical this time. It doesn't always. And while some things have been going on for a long time, it's only started going physical. In the eyes..
"What's wrong?" I play it stupid.
"You're eyes. They…. Changed." He looks startled, but not scared.
Should I mention this problem in a touch more detail? No? Too bad.
Something strange is going on. It's been going on for about a year now. My sense of smell and hearing is a lot better than it used to be. Don't believe me? I'm two floor and half the building away from the cafeteria, and I can smell they're making hotdogs and that soupy chili that I actually like. Scott wears a tiny trace of cologne. Jean wears that a nice perfume, uses a raspberry smelling shave gel, and uses peppermint foot lotion (knew about the lotion cause I saw her buy it, but I can smell it.) And when he's wet, Kurt smells like wet fur. Haven't figured that out yet…
"Changed?" I know they haven't changed back. They've changed few times before, but never in school. They go-"
"They're blue. Bright blue. And… they look like cat's eyes!" Kurt's eyes are wider now.
I close my eyes and mentally pray for it to go away. I force it away.
"Duncan," Kurt says softly, and I hear him step closer, "are you a mutant?"
I open my eyes.
"Hey, Kurt!" Kitty Pryde grabs him away. "What do you want to do for your birthday tonight?"
"How about pizza?" Kurt grins at Kitty.
"Hey, happy birthday," I tell him.
"Thanks, Duncan," he smiles at me as he's pulled away.
Kurt's birthday, huh? Well, I'll just have to send him something. Anonymously, of course, but what a great way to start a 'secret admirer' thing?
So, those are my two big problems. I'm gay, and I'm a freak of some sort. What was it that Kurt said?
A mutant?
TBC
**Disclaimer**
I do not own any of the characters within this fic. This is just a fic, not gospel, and situations that may be within the show don't necessarily make their way here. And vice versa.