Hidden Place

Part Four: Possibly Maybe

Pairing: Kurt x Pietro

Completed: January 04

Warnings: I don't own X-men or any of the characters, so there. A phenomenal song inspired this fic by Bjork called "Possibly Maybe". Go Here for lyrics to the song. If you can download the song!

As the light crawled into place in the sky there was an immeasurable silence in the air around him. The alarm clock buzzed and groaned to the hymn of the rising sun behind the mansion. The blood coursing through his veins invented a sense of the renewal and the feeling of the morning yet damned by the implications of the day's demands. With his face pressed into the firm pillow, thinking of the silver-hair boy, he whispered to himself, "I'll keep it in a hidden place."

Xavier ran a tight ship of students, keeping tabs on every one but not intruding into their private thoughts. Kitty made her private thoughts well known to the professor since her thoughts were mediated upon often and without restraint. Rogue thought quietly and acted quite pensive though there had been an outburst on her part the night before. Nightcrawler however had been the quietest out of the bunch. His thoughts were more like background music at a party, out of reach if distracted. They were as delicate as a tin melody of a wind up music box on the table across the room. In such a way Xavier mediated upon the blue youth when Rogue wondered into the library.

"Ah, Professor?" she hesitantly asked.

"Yes, Rogue?" he turned his chair around to see her.

"I need some advice. A friend of mine is a bit off lately. I'd like to know what's wrong but he keeps pushing me away."

His eyebrow instinctively raised. "Is it anything serious?"

"I don't think so, but I think he might be doing something unhealthy."

"Unhealthy?" he asked.

"Nothing fatal, but not normal. I just worry about him."

"My advice to you would be, if he becomes a threat to himself or others seek my help. It sounds like your friend is just going through a phase. If it becomes more serious you know where to find me."

"Yes. Professor," she replied obviously disappointed. She turned around and pensively walked out the door.

Down the hallway Scott stood at Kurt's door from which music was blaring. His hand was posed as if he was about to knock, but he retracted it after a moment. Brown hair swayed as his head slumped in defeat. He turned on his heals to run but turned back around and opened the door which closed soundlessly behind him.

Kurt was lounging, all relaxed after a long night of reminiscing. The room was dark except for the blue light from the monitor of his laptop. One hand was on the keyboard. Scott squinted behind his glasses at the images on the screen. He called out to him, but the music was too loud. As he strained to see the monitor, he began to make out images of the Brotherhood. Shocked and confused, he remained quiet as he approached him. Attempting to conjure up a reason for his actions, Scott saw Kurt feeling under his shirt with heavy-lidded eyes. He reasoned that he was just scratching until he heard him suck in a breath between his teeth and exhaled slowly. The pictures changed to images of one of their enemies in particular, the fastest of the group. Catching glimpses of him and mainly gazing completely flabbergasted at his teammate, his actions did not compute. Breathing more heavily, a blue hand crawled slowly down his stomach which looked harder than the last time Cyclops had seen, then again he had never looked at Kurt in this fashion before. The thick blue fingers grazed the underside of his member as he brought it out unknowingly before Cyclops. There was a close-up on the silver-haired boy's smug face on the screen, which made the pale boy scoff. But, the next image made him regard the enemy a bit differently; it was a photo of the boy gazing into nothing in a quite contemplative fashion. Nightcrawler sucked in another hot breath and began stroking himself slowly, but firmly. His teammate marveled at his blue member and licked his lips subconsciously. The blue one reached out to touch the face on the screen with his unoccupied hand. The pace quickened and his breath began to roughen and he mumbled incomprehensible things at the screen that stared back at his closed lids. Scott thought his feet were moving backward toward the door, but they were moving dangerously close to Nightcrawler's chair. A million different actions ran through his head, but he chose to stay and watch, for how long, he did not know. The fear of being caught kept him there, but begged him to leave. Somehow, the sight of his teammate feeding his urges kept him in place, even though the source of the boy's pleasure confused him. Maybe it was because he had thought this boy was his best friend, that he would share everything he could and more with him. Every little secret and dream like he had in return. Well, all except one.

The pace was now frantic and the boy in the eternal sunglasses was aroused like his teammate, but too enthralled to do anything but watch. After a few more movements of the hand and uncontrollable gyrations, the blue boy released himself onto his pants with a loud moan. With that moan, a name carried off of his lips. It rang true into Cyclops's psyche and he quickly but quietly exited the room. Scared out of his pleasure by the noise, Kurt looked at the door and asked, "Quicksilver?"

Scott rested against the wall as soon as he was out of the site of Kurt's door. "Pietro?" he murmured to himself. After a few moments of contemplation he realized how he must have looked as Rogue walked toward him with a concerned look on her face. "You okay, Scott? You look, um . ."

"Yeah, um, look, can you tell the professor I'm going out to get a burger. I should be back soon," he took few steps in the wrong direction. Realizing it, he turned around and asked, "Is it hot in this house or is it just me?"

Rogue watched him vanish around the corner. The only logical explanation rung loudly in her head. "Oh, my God! Kurt and Scott are doing it!" She had to find out more. She was still worried about Kurt. Although he had been acting more like himself the past couple days, he still didn't seen completely like himself. If her teammates were involved, she had to find out for sure.

Scott took off from the institute too distracted by Nightcrawler's actions to notice a motorcycle following him in the distant background. Heading to his favorite spot in a nearby public park, he stopped off at a burger joint and ordered two meals. Rogue waited across the street as he paid for his food. Things seemed pretty normal so far to Rogue. Also on the way to the park he parked in a residential neighborhood and walked a few blocks. Rogue lost sight of him. After a few blocks, he saw a green-blue house that looked like it had been in an earthquake. The lawn was shaggy and trash was scattered here and there. At the back of the house, on a window ledge, he sat one of the meals and quickly walked from the lawn and returned to the car. Rogue watched him pull out and head toward the park.

Once at the park, Rogue crouched behind a bush and watched Scott eat his burger on a bench at the far corner of the park that was surrounded by dense foliage. After half a boring hour, Scott stood up and welcomed the last person Rogue expected to see.

"Thanks for coming out. I was starting to think you didn't get my message," he shook his hand and they sat down.

Smiling, he replied, "I only get this sort of invitation when you're in trouble, so I hurried over. You look a little shaken, what's up?" Lance lounged on the bench close to Scott.

Not shocked or concerned by his close proximity, Scott leaned forward and stared at the grass. "There's something going on with Nightcrawler. He's been off lately, and I think I know why it is. I just can't believe it."

"This sounds juicy," he leaned closer to hear him speak. Scott gave him a serious look. "Tell me, Scott."

"I just found out today. I thought to talk to you about it first because the others would freak out."

"Spit it out already, what happened?" Seeing his reluctance, he put a hand on his back.

After sighing, he relented. "Since Nightcrawler's been acting strange lately, I went to his room after lunch and knocked on the door, but his music was so loud he couldn't hear me. I opened the door and saw him at the computer. After calling his name again and not getting a response, I walked up to him and saw he was sifting though pictures of the Brotherhood," he explained. He felt Lance stiffen a bit. "I didn't know what to think a first, then he started to masturbate when pictures of Quicksilver came up. I didn't know what to do, so I just watched him for a while, but left after he was done so he didn't see me."

"So, Nightcrawler and Quicksilver are together?" he reasoned out.

"I doubt that, but Nightcrawler is obviously attracted to him."

"Well Quicksilver is hardly around anyway so I can't say for sure anything on his part, but he has been teasing Nightcrawler a whole hell of a lot less recently. I mean, he doesn't gloat about it like he did before. He's even mellowed a bit in the past couple weeks. I guess it's possible. I'll have to watch him for a while. Man, I never thought he could like anyone except for himself."

"It's hard to imagine that anyone could like Quicksilver, let alone one of us. It's hard to imagine finding love in an enemy, but it happens," he turned his head to see Lance's tan face very close to his own. Intrigued, he gaze back at Lance's eyes from behind his looking glass. There was a lingering feeling between them that he had not voiced but felt all the same.

"It does indeed. As the leaders we have to keep our teammates from forging alliances with the other team."

Scott looked away; looking injured from the jab. Lance took his chin in his hand and turned the unwilling enemy toward his gaze. "At least not in front of the others. If we openly act as if we have ties to the enemy we will never win for ourselves."

The other one looked down with the hand still on it, rubbing the fingers against his lips. "We don't have to be enemies. You know that deep down we don't hate any of you guys. If you came to us we would welcome you with open arms against the others."

Lance frowned at his suddenly affectionate enemy. "You know we won't do that. But I'd spend the night in those open arms if you let me," he smirked.

Scott blushed and stood up facing the foliage. "Well I came to tell you what you needed to hear. They have to work this thing out themselves but eventually they will be separated. Battle or Death or even us will eventually pull them apart."

Strong tan arms wrapped around Scott's frame and a chocolate-smooth voice melted against his eardrums. "We don't have to pull them apart. It's their lives they are dealing with, not the whole team."

Scott knew he wasn't talking about Quicksilver and Nightcrawler anymore. His heart beat banged against the arms surrounding it. "I have a responsibility to my team. I have to be a model for them to follow and rely on. I can't be fraternizing with the enemy. As much as . . ."

"Am I your enemy in here?" his hand slid under his shirt grabbed at the flesh low on his stomach. His heat escaped into those foreign fingers. "Or in here?" he felt up to his breast with the other hand.

Wanting to give in, he leaned into the other one. "Please stop doing this," he begged echoing the burning pain in his heart.

Lance held onto him tighter, hoping he would not push him away. He had fought so long and hard to get this far into Scott's mind. "I can't, Scott. Don't push me out. Let me inside." His finger gripped the flesh over his heart almost hurting the muscle underneath it. Scott's lungs filled with the scent of the one behind him and his eyes swelled. He wanted so badly to go back to the way things were before these meetings started, before he began craving Avalanche's presence, when he really believed he loved Jean. "Please, Lance . . . I . . ."

His grip loosened; in a last effort, he whispered, "I need you, Scott." The body in his captivity began to tremble with quick breaths while warm water fell into his caging arms. This made Lance gasp and fight to turn Scott around to see his face. Scott then pulled Lance's body to his own and he openly sobbed. Lance took off his glasses and held onto him. The warmth in his body doubled as he sobbed and muttered for a few minutes. He was led back to the bench where he collected himself in Lance's welcoming arms. Colder hands wiped away his tears and kissed his eyelids.

"Do you feel better?" he heard from the voice beside him.

He nodded. "Thanks," he voice was quieter than moving grass. "What do we do now?"

"About what?" he needed some reassurance.

"About them," he said. He looked up at Lance, "And us?"

He recovered his hold on him and answered, "We wait for them to make a move. If they make a bad one, we'll just tell them to be quiet about their relationship. We can't tell them we know now or it will scare them. About us, well," he thought out loud. "We take things slowly."

Scott nodded against his neck and gave it a little peck. Lance's skin sizzled as Scott sat up and sighed. "I've been giving this a lot of thought. Lance," he looked at his shadow. "I need you, too."

He watched him walk away, even though he wanted to tackle him and cure his pain with passion. Tomorrow was another opportunity to help him heal.

Rogue's jaw had been on the ground for at least half an hour. It seemed that everything was going haywire except for her own love life. Nightcrawler and Quicksilver, Cyclops and Nightcrawler, Cyclops and Avalanche, the teams were more intertwined than she thought.

When Scott walked in the door to the institute love-drunk and soaked in deep thought, Rogue was standing right there with her hands on her hips. "Scott Summers, you whore!" she said loudly.

Confused and worried, he asked, "What?"

She walked closer to him and whispered, "You're with Jean, Kurt, and Lance? How dare you! You better fix this before I tell the Professor."

She marched off ignoring his pleas.

"You've got it all wrong Rogue! That's not how it is at all! Wait, how do you. ." His brain was so tired he crashed on the living room couch and slept until morning.

On the other side of the mansion however, Nightcrawler was welcoming Quicksilver into his bedroom through the window. He had waited patiently all day for the knock on his window. Now, hand-in-hand, helping him in, he was with his companion.

"How vas za run?" he smiled.

"Okay I guess. What movie are we going to watch?"

Kurt bit his lip and thought about the two movies he had rented. "Um, vell, vhich von do you sink you vill like, Retroactive or Spiral?" he asked. He sincerely did not know which his friend would like. Drama or suspense?

He looked at the large TV in the far corner. "We're gonna watch it here?" He sat on the futon near the screen and looked around. "I heard Spiral was good." His arms rested openly on the back of the futon forcing Kurt to sit under one of his arms if he chose to do so. Pietro patted the futon.

Sighing, he put the movie in and sat down by the one boy. "Okay. Spiral it is zhen." Pietro wrapped an arm around his blue boy and pulled him a bit closer. Kurt felt strange, but excited when close to him. His skin knew he was an enemy, but fur knew he was a friend. There, furry and cuddly, he shared his aura with the other. Still, he was almost afraid to crave his touch even though he relished it.

The credits ended and the movie started. The main character appeared and the spiral began. Sadness consumed him just as it had Nightcrawler a week prior. The soulful laments of the main character dug deeply in Kurt and pulled at the plug that kept Kurt from being sucked back into his own depth. Luckily, Pietro saw this written on his face and gathered him up with both arms. "You okay?"

He nodded feeling the tears condense around his eyes. They continued to watch until Kurt fell asleep in Pietro's warm maroon shirt. Pietro smiled at his napping form, not moving much in fear of disturbing him.

An instant later there was a loud knock on the door.

"Kurt! I need to talk to you."

Scott swung the door open to see a wide-eyed Quicksilver who held Kurt tenderly in his arms. His defensive expression melted into a smug defiant snarl. Scott closed the door quickly behind him and walked toward them.

"What do you want, Leader boy?" he spat quietly.

Kurt remained napping in his arms with little more than a clue as Scott caressed his cheek. Pietro eyed him carefully. "What are you . . ."

"Don't hurt him, Quicksilver," he warned him.

He wanted to challenge him but knew given the circumstance he would be hurting more than Scott's pride if he did so. For once, Quicksilver stayed silent. "I don't intend to," he finally said.

Scott nodded to him and opened the door. Quicksilver's voice stopped him. "You're not going to tell anyone about us are you?"

He turned to them and said softly, "For some reason you make him happy and I wouldn't take that away from him."

Quicksilver watched him shut the door behind him, but his words still sat uneasily in his soul. Scott's words didn't reverberate his thoughts. His true words ended with "unless I have to."

The movie ended and the screen filled with blue static as Pietro held onto Kurt tighter. The fibers of Kurt's shirt crumpled in his grasp as his blue skin warmed him deeply. "Kurt . . ."

Scott returned to his room and flopped onto the bed in the middle of the dimly lit room. A note sat on his nightstand the read:

"Possibly maybe, they'll get along fine. Possibly love is between them as it is between you and I.

Lance"

Part 5