Hidden Place

Part Five: Hunter

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 "Hunter". Go Here for lyrics to the song. If you can download the song!

The entire team sat in the ready-room absorbing the information that Xavier was feeding them. Rogue, Jean, and most of all Scott knew the pretext for the mission was false, but they had to go through with it. A man by the name of Loz was hiding a program that could manipulate viruses to do his bidding. He had used the software to create viruses such as the Birman virus, which killed a million people all around the world in the late 90's. The American government kept it under wraps until months prior when the creator went missing. It wasn't the X-men's business until a new mutant kidnapped him a few days prior. The mutant was unknown to Xavier until a month before. He seemed harmless.

"So we know nothing about him?" Scott questioned almost miming his own curiosity. Jean gave him a suspicious look.

"He is a mutant that recently acquired psychic abilities. I can't find out anything more about him, but I'm still trying. You are to go to their hideout and capture Loz and the mutant. Once sedated, bring them back here. Any questions?"

Many of them nodded but Nightcrawler piped up. "Professor, vhy do you need all ov us?"

"There is a lot of security. All of them are other mutants. I need all of you to take care of them. Ororo will stay behind and head up operations. Suit up and get to the jet in one hour."

The majority of them fled quickly to catch up on whatever homework or lounging they needed to do to clear their minds. Nightcrawler returned to his room to finish up a letter to Pietro. He was careful not to include details of the mission but did not hide the fact that he could very well be injured during the capture. Mid-sentence he felt a warm hand on his shoulder.

"Was!" he turned to see Scott standing behind him. His face was stoic. "You scared me, Scott! Is somesing za matter?" He hid the note with his hand.

"Xavier forgot to tell you but you'll be on my team instead of heading the green team. Rogue will take over for you," his voice was calm but his eyes weren't. As if he had never met Kurt before, his eyes scanned Nightcrawler's body, more than just his slightly uncomfortable body movements. "I know you've been making improvements lately, but I need to know you can handle this mission better than you handled the last one."

"The last one? I did nosing wrong in za last mission," he was becoming defensive.

"I watched the tape with Xavier. You were off, Kurt. If you had teleported a millisecond after you had you would have been smashed against a wall. It happened more than once."

"I won't happen again, Cyclops," he murmured.

Scott recognized the tone in his voice when he said his name. Did he get that indignation from Quicksilver? Or did he know about his relationship with Avalanche? But he was merely Lance to Scott; Avalanche was cruel and calculating, harsh and needlessly abrasive. Was Scott willing to fight Lance with as much force as he used to? As much as he did when he was truly with Jean?

"Good. I will speak with you again after debriefing with the Professor. Make sure you are here and your door is unlocked."

He smirked, "Vhy Scott zhat sounds like a midnight make-out section."

Scott nearly reached out to hit him. Thinking twice he smirked back and said, "Get ready for your mission, lover boy."

"Roger," he saluted and dressed.

Focusing on random parts of the seat in front of them, the team silently went over the plan. The mission was a bit more involved for Scott than the professor let on. Kurt would unknowingly participate in the most involved part of the mission as well.

The small shack entrance to the site came into view and the jet landed. The small black soldier ants crawled out two by two into the tall black velvet grass. Three hundred yards into the mossy wild, the team split into three and changed directions. The yellow team remained outside to wait for enemy reinforcements as the other teams tried to make their way inside. The blue team would go inside the compound and find Loz and the other mutant. The green team would assist the blue team by getting rid of the majority of the other mutants.

The other two teams made it inside without much of a fuss. A couple of guards were waiting but dispatched quickly. The green team held positions on the first floor of the while the blue team sneaked down to the second basement to the room the mutant and scientist were supposed to be in.

Nightcrawler stalked down the hallway into a large open room with smaller rooms attached. He couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched. Jumping to escape a blow, he was knocked into a door. A hand covered his mouth as the door shut behind them. The hands let go of his body when they got inside, but the hand on his mouth changed into just one finger. Before he could yell or teleport, a voice piped from his hunter. "I'm not going to hurt you!" he whispered. "It's me!"

"Avalanche?" he whispered back in the dark empty room. "Vhat iz sis all about?"

"It's a trap! I couldn't risk alerting the mutant with Lox. He's under some kind of spell. Are the others with you?"

"Ya, but vhy are you helping us?" Nightcrawler was confused.

"We have to fight you guys later, you know? Without you guys life would be no fun."

Nightcrawler sensed the reminiscent air about his enemy. "Vell, let's go tell ze ozers."

"No! If they start to pull out Lox will definitely blow everyone up! You have to tell Cyclops and he should be able to take out Lox while others find the explosives around here."

"How do you know all of zis?"

"Mystique is in bed with him. He has something against humans like Mystique and Magneto do. They plan to release something and kill a bunch of people. Please, we've got to take him out before he does anything!"

"Ya, okay. Vell, I'll find Cyclops and tell the ozers about ze bombs. Vhat vill you do?"

"The others are already looking for the bombs. You and Cyclops have to catch him before he can do anything."

"Vhat about ze ozer mutant?"

"Oh, don't worry about him. He's on our side," he smirked as he exited the room, ushering Nightcrawler behind him.

As silently as he could he caught up to Cyclops around a few corners, close to a bright room. "Cyclops," he whispered.

"Be quiet!" he quietly urged only to be drawn back by Nightcrawler who relayed what Avalanche told him. He nodded in return and replied, "So let's go get him."

Through the crack of the door they caught a glimpse of Lox and the mutant. Cyclops and Nightcrawler both gasped at the scene; an older salt and pepper-haired man fondling and kissing a blonde younger man propped up against the table. He hesitantly opened his mouth to the older one's insistent kisses upon his cheek. Unzipping the younger one's fly, he hushed sweet things into his ear while the younger one panted and tried to suppress purrs from the back of his throat. Nightcrawler inspected the obscured far away face of the younger one; he looked familiar, felt familiar. Reaching up his shirt, his kisses trailed down the mutant's neck. The hands trailed down then to guide his boxers down for easy access. The older man's wet lips met with the warm flesh of the mutant's pulsating member. Purrs and moans then crawled out of the mutant's throat. "Ah! Lox, we need to . . ." he tried to look away or negotiate being so intimate in the lab. Silenced by the older man's finger in his mouth, he suckled on it with care, trying to enhance the older one's pleasure as well.

Cyclops nudged Nightcrawler's arm and pulled him closer, "I guess we know who's who, then. We'll strike in a minute. Let's um . . . let them finish. Maybe we can find out more about the bombs if we let them talk."

Nightcrawler nodded at him, but still thought now would be the best time to bust in, while they were occupied. He couldn't stop staring at the young mutant though. Who was he? He looked like someone he knew, someone close . . .

After another minute the boy clutched at the back of Lox's head, pulling his bobbing head closer, pushing himself further into his passage. The pants became more lively and erotic. Both Cyclops and Nightcrawler shifted their weight a bit to lessen the chances of their erections bumping into a part of the other. The younger mutant released the finger in his mouth and it found its way around to his backside where Lox found another part of his body to pleasure. The boy was visible torn; his body jerking in both directions. Before Cyclops nearly bust through his uniform, the boy cried out loudly into the air as Lox lapped his pleasure up. Panting and recovering his underwear he said, "Now how am I supposed to guard you when you keep doing that?"

He grinned at him. "Guarding me isn't your only job."

"I don't get paid for that," he scowled. "Get back to work old man."

"Oh, so cold," he retorted. He returned to the laptop he was working on before the distraction.

Unluckily for Nightcrawler and company, they didn't speak after that. Finally, Cyclops burst into the room, followed by Nightcrawler. "You're coming with us Lox! Don't make this hard on yourself."

Lox looked at the mutant, who came running at Cyclops yelling with a punch faster than anything they'd seen before. Wait, not faster than . . .

"Quicksilver!" Nightcrawler's minds raced. "What is going on?"

They fought but he was too fast for Cyclops. Watching Cyclops fall onto his back, Nightcrawler morphed as Quicksilver jump onto him. He morphed them to the room Avalanche pushed him into before. "Vhat are you doing?!" he demanded, not letting go of him.

"Let go of me!" he thrashed and swung around.

"It's me! Bitte, Pietro!" he pleaded.

Quicksilver stopped for a moment. "Pietro? Who's that?"

"He's probably been brain washed!" he realized. Also remembering the mission, he grabbed the nearest hard object and cracked him in the back of the head with it. "I'm so sorry, Pietro."

He teleported them both back to the jet where Cyclops and the others soon met him carrying Lox in his arms. There, he tried not to act too attached but he held Pietro in his lap on the plane ride back. "I see you got him," he said to Cyclops who was fastening the incapacitated Lox into a seat. "You too." He answered with a knowing smile.

Confused and tired, he looked questioningly into Cyclops's glasses. Protectively, he held Pietro close in his arms, not caring if the others saw. "Did ve find za bombs?"

"Yeah, Multiple stalked them all out. Good work, everybody!" he told them obviously needing a nap.

Injured and whiney, the other students tended to themselves and others, not really taking note of Nightcrawler's strange actions.

Once back at the institute, Ororo took Pietro into an investigation room and ordered Nightcrawler back to his room. Worried and dirty, he found Scott next to his door when he arrived. "Scott, vhat?"

"I think it'll be better if you just relax, take a shower, and go to bed."

"But, Scott, I have to . . ."

"Not do anything suspicious," he finished his sentence. "You'll get to see him later. We won't hurt him. You know that."

Not very settled, but obedient, he returned to his room and jumped into the shower. Letting the water wash away his sweat, fear clinging to his fur.

Part 6