Suggestions of violence, hospital drama in this one.
Don't own, don't profit.
(Break)
It took Hank and Kurt three weeks to find their target. They had followed numerous leads that had been dead ends and were beginning to become disheartened when they finally spotted her walking into an alley. They moved to follow and were about to enter the alley when Hank stopped Kurt.
"Kurt, I know she looks harmless, but there's a reason she's level 5. She's dangerous." Kurt shook off his hand.
"I know. I vill be careful." He walked cautiously down the alley, finding their target standing in the middle of it, looking at him expectantly. She was in her late teens, petite with light brown hair. Kurt held his hands up and tried to look as harmless as possible.
"Hallo, mein Name ist Kurt. Ich bin hier um Ihnen zu helfen." [Hello, my name is Kurt. I am here to help you.] That was all he got out before all was pain and he was lying on the pavement. There was a roar and a shadow passed above him before he heard a sickening snap. Then the pain consumed him and everything went dark.
(Break)
Logan was in the Danger Room, decapitating wave after wave of zombies. He was soaked in sweat and breathing heavily when there was a ding and the zombies faded away. He growled in irritation. He had been trying to keep his mind off the fact that Kurt had been gone for three weeks with no word, which was standard but he was still worried. He walked into the locker room to shower, ignoring the commotion he heard in the hallway. Some stupid kid had probably fallen off something again. After showering, he stalked through the halls in search of Charles. When Storm tried to intercept him, he brushed her off.
"Later. I want to talk to Charles." Storm grabbed his arm and dug her nails in until he stopped and looked at her.
"You're coming with me. Charles isn't in his office anyway." Logan sighed and pulled Storm's nails out of his flesh, ignoring the itch of the punctures healing.
"Fine. This better be important."
"It is." She walked down the hall briskly, Logan following. They went down several flights of stairs to the medical bay. Storm stopped in front of a door, opened it and gestured for Logan to enter.
"Charles is in there." Logan nodded and walked toward the door.
"Thanks." Storm shut the door behind him and he found himself looking at Charles looking at him. He began to get a bad feeling. "What happened to Kurt?" Charles sighed.
"There was an accident. It was very close, but he's alive. He lost a lot of blood, his appendix and gallbladder. He also suffered a punctured lung, but that has been fixed." Logan nodded.
"I want to see him."
"I don't know if that's wise. He's in a medically-induced coma."
"I understand and I don't care. Let me see him or I swear I'll break down every door until I find him." Charles rubbed his temples as if trying to stave off a headache.
"That won't be necessary, Logan. He's through that door." Logan walked to the door and opened it before he got the chance to feel the fear that was trying to take over his mind. His eyes immediately glued to the bed where Kurt lay, much too still and quiet. Logan walked over and took in the tubes and wires connected to Kurt as well as the unnatural paleness of his skin. Logan stood absolutely still for a few minutes, unaware that the small snapping sound he heard was his fingers breaking as he clenched his fists. He heard someone enter the room and turned to find Hank standing there.
"What happened?"
"He was talking to our target and she attacked unprovoked. I took care of her." Logan didn't question further. Hank rarely killed, but when he did, it wasn't pretty. He pulled the stool on wheels over and took Kurt's hand that didn't have anything attached to it. A blue hand fell n his shoulder but he didn't look up.
"I know it wasn't your fault. He's always been stubborn. Must be his German blood. Blood." He stood suddenly, sending the stool spinning and hurried out of the room. Hank looked after him and shook his head before taking his place at Kurt's bedside. He didn't take the Kurt's hand but he did say a prayer before taking Kurt's rosary out of his pocket and wrapping it around the limp blue hand.
(Break)
Charles and Storm looked at Logan in disbelief. Storm finally spoke.
"Logan, what you're proposing is-"
"Very unlikely to work." Charles finished. Logan banged his hand on the table in frustration.
"It's worth a try, isn't it? If it has even a chance of working, even a tiny chance, I think we should do it." Storm flipped open two files on the table and looked through them.
Well, you two are the same blood type, but that doesn't guarantee that giving him your blood will do any good." She closed the files and sat in a nearby chair, exhausted.
"Logan, you do realize that even if this works, Kurt will still have a long recovery ahead of him."
"I know. But I still want to try." Charles nodded.
"Very well. Come with me and we'll get started."
(Break)
Kurt woke up and the first thing he was aware of was an overwhelming fatigue, followed by pain. He looked around and found himself unsurprised to be in a hospital bed, presumably in the medical bay. Two bags hung from an IV pole, one clear and the other filled with blood. Kurt quickly looked away, creeped out by the bag of blood, to find Logan sleeping on a stool with his head on the bed and Kurt's hand clasped loosely in his. Storm walked in the door, saw that he was awake ad grinned, holding her finger to her lips as she did so. Walking to the other side of his bed, she knelt to speak softly to him.
"Good to see your eyes again, Kurt. It's also good to see him finally asleep." She nodded toward Logan. "He's barely left your side, and only then we had to force him."
"Vhat-" Kurt's throat was too dry to speak, and Storm went to get him some water. He nodded his thanks and took a few slow sips. "Vhat happened?"
"You were attacked by the mutant you were supposed to find. Hank snapped her neck and rushed you back here. He wanted to be here, by the way, but got called back to D.C. for something urgent. You lost your appendix and gallbladder and suffered a punctured lung along with other smaller injuries, but hours of surgery got everything put back together. When you were out of surgery, we found Logan and he pretty much forced us to give you his blood, to see if it would help you to heal quicker. It worked though. Without his blood you would be much worse off than you are. See, your arm is almost healed and it's only been a week." She pointed to a spot on his arm where a long line of stitches held together nearly-healed skin. Logan groaned and sat up, stretching before noticing that Kurt was awake and glaring at Storm.
"Why didn't you wake me-" he was silenced by Kurt's hand over his mouth.
"I just voke up. Can you not yell?" Logan looked sheepish.
"Sorry." Kurt smiled and gave Logan a kiss on the cheek. "So how do you feel?"
"Like I have been used as a pincushion." Storm frowned and looked at a monitor.
"I can help with that. I'll need to draw some blood first, though." Kurt nodded and held out his arm for Storm to take several vials of blood out of him. She was quick about it and when she was done she left, promising to be back with pain medication soon.
When Storm walked back into the room, syringe in hand, she found Logan had climbed into bed with Kurt and they were both fast asleep. She smiled before carefully cleaning a patch of skin and inserting the medication into Kurt's arm. His already relaxed face turned utterly peaceful and she left quietly, not wanting to wake either of them.
(Break)
Kurt found it very hard to bargain that he felt perfectly fine while sitting in a hospital bed. He crossed his arms and tried to scowl at the three people looking at him in concern. He failed to be menacing, however, and Logan sat beside him, pulled him into his lap and murmured in his ear.
"Kurt, we all know you're an adult and perfectly capable of making your own choices. But you almost d- died and we're worried about you pushing yourself too hard, too fast." Kurt didn't miss how Logan's voice had caught and leaned back into his chest.
"I know, but I really don't see vhy I have to stay here. I vant to go home." Charles sighed and looked at Kurt's most recent test results for the fifth time.
"I'm just asking you to stay one more night. Logan can stay with you and you can leave by noon tomorrow." Kurt sighed and let his thump back onto Logan's shoulder, closing his eyes.
"Fine. But I need anozher blanket. It's freezing in here." Storm frowned, pulled out a thermometer and put it in Kurt's mouth. It beeped and she pulled it out, frowning as she looked at it.
"You have a temperature, which could mean infection. I'm going to start you on an antibiotic." Seeing him frown, she went on. "It's in pill form, so you can take it at home."
"Vhatever." Kurt closed his eyes again, done with the conversation. Logan pulled the bedding closer around him and looked at Charles and Storm.
"I'll make sure he takes them. Anything else? I think he's done."
"No. I'll bring his pills and blanket, then in the morning I'll take his blood again." Storm looked like she wanted to say more, but instead walked out of the room, Charles following silently behind her.
(Break)
Kurt was glad to finally be dressed and leaving the medical bay. He was not, however, glad to hear the list of restrictions that Storm was going over with him.
"No lifting over five pounds, no strenuous activity, no training, no blood thining painkillers, no caffeine or alcohol, no teleporting and no sex."
"Vhat? Storm, you can't be serious!"
"I am. Teleporting puts serious strain on your body, and it could cause your internal stitches to rip."
"You know I am taking about zhe sex."
"Which would cause your heart rate and blood pressure to go up, also not good for your healing body."
"But-" Logan silenced Kurt with a quick kiss before turning to Storm.
"I'll make sure he behaves. So, just to get it straight, nothing even remotely resembling hard physical activity, antibiotic twice a day and lots of rest."
"You got it. Need an escort out?"
"Nah. Thanks, though." Logan slung Kurt's bag over his shoulder before picking Kurt himself up. "I'll bring him back next week."
In the truck Kurt stared sullenly, clearly brooding. When they got to the house, he got out and began to slowly make his way to the door. Logan grabbed his bag and scooped him up again.
"Logan! I can valk, you know!"
"So, I'm trying to spoil you and you're complaining?"
"Only a little." They got in the door and Logan carried Kurt into the living room and deposited him on a futon that had appeared in the middle of the floor.
"Logan, vhy is zhere a futon in zhe living room?" Logan shrugged.
"I didn't think you'd want to go up and down the stairs all day, so you can stay here during the day and I'll carry you up to the bedroom at night." Kurt scowled. "Remember, I'm basically your servant until you're healed."
"Vhat good is having you as a servant if I cant make you do vhat I really vant you to?" Logan smiled and crawled under the blanket to cuddle Kurt.
"Just focus on getting better, then you can order me around in the bedroom all you want."
"Promise?"
"Of course. Love you."
"Love you too." Kurt snuggled closer to Logan, closed his eyes and soon was sleeping peacefully. He woke to the tantalizing scent of pizza inches from his face. He blinked his eyes, aware that his stomach was growling insistently.
"Logan? How long have I been asleep?"
"Couple hours. I figured you'd be hungry." Kurt opened the box and inhaled deeply. He'd missed pizza. He took a moment to look at it before digging in and noticed the toppings spelled something out. It took him a few seconds for his brain to put the letters into the words 'Will you marry me?' He looked at Logan to see him holding out a small velvet box. He took it and gently opened it to find a white gold ring with a diamond set flush in the metal, a sapphire on either side.
"Kurt, I don't care if it happens in a week or five years from now. I almost lost you and it really hit home how much I want to marry you." Kurt took the ring out of it's resting place and put it on his left center finger, where it fit perfectly.
"You vould propose vhen I can't drag you upstairs and do naughty zhings to you." Logan chuckled and kissed Kurt gently.
"Patience. Aren't you the one who said waiting will make it better?"
"Zhat's not fair, you are turning my vords against me," Kurt pouted. Logan grinned and fed him a bite of pizza. "Zhat's not fair," Kurt said with a full mouth, then swallowed and grinned. "Now get in here and help me eat zhis incredibly awesome marriage proposal." Logan smiled and complied.
(Break)
A week later Kurt was cleared for bedroom activities, and no one saw them for a week. When they reappeared to the other mutants, it was Kitty who found them on the couch watching tv. She flopped down on the floor in front of the couch and poked gently at Kurt.
"Yes, Kitty?"
"Just making sure you're awake. How are you?"
"I am healing. Not allowed to do much, but at least I'm allowed to... valk." He scratched his ear and Kitty noticed something new. She grabbed his hand and examined it closely.
OMG, Kurt! Is this what I think it is?" Kurt tried his best to sound bored.
"Yes, Kitty. It is a hand." She swatted him gently.
"No, the ring! Is this really an engagement ring?"
"Oh, that. Yes, it is." Kitty squealed.
"That's so cute!"
"What's so cute?" Came a voice from the doorway. Storm walked into the room and leaned over the back of the couch to look down at them. Kitty opened her mouth, then closed it again, letting Kurt answer.
"Logan and I are engaged as of two veeks ago. He proposed via pizza toppings." Storm smiled.
"Congratulations you two! I'd stay and squeal over it as well, but I've got a date and I'm about to be late."
"Who's the lucky guy?" Kitty asked, curious. "Anyone I know?"
"Who said it was a guy?" Storm smiled as Kitty's eyes went wide as saucers.
"You like girls?"
"I like both," Storms replied simply before walking out of the room. Kitty looked up at Kurt and Logan, stunned.
"I had no idea. Did you guys?" Logan shook his head but Kurt nodded. "How did you know?"
"Haven't you ever noticed her bracelet? Zhe pink, purple and blue chainmail one she alvays vears?" Logan shrugged and Kitty smacked her forehead with her palm.
"I feel like an idiot." Kurt patted her shoulder.
"Don't vorry about it. Not many people know."
"I'm going to get a drink. You guys want anything?"
"Nope."
"Nein." Kitty shrugged and left through a nearby wall, missing Scott walking in and flopping down in a chair.
"Rough day, Scott?" Logan asked, shifting so Kurt could stretch out and use him as a pillow. His eyelids had been staying closed for longer times when he blinked.
"Yeah, Jean's been bugging me, wanting to talk. How's Kurt?"
"Getting better. He's allowed to teleport again, so he's stopped being so grumpy.
"I heard zhat." Kurt's voice was fuzzy with sleep. Logan stroked his hair and smiled.
"Go to sleep." Kitty came back in and settled into another chair.
"Hi Scott."
"Hey Kitty."
"So, um, Scott, I was wondering, would you like to go out sometime?" Logan hid his smirk in a fake yawn as he watched Scott fumble his way through turning her down.
"Well, Kitty, I can't say I'm not flattered, But I don't think that's a good idea." Kitty's face fell and he hurried on. "I'm gay."
"Oh. Um. I'll see you guys later." Kitty walked quickly through the nearest wall. Scott sighed and buried his head in his hands.
"I hope that wasn't a mistake."
"Zhat vas very brave of you, Scott. It is not easy to... zzzzzzzz"
"I think what Kurt's trying to say is it's always scary to come out. You'll get through it and find out who your real friends are." Scott snorted.
"After the way I treated you guys, I don't think this is going to be pleasant." Logan decided to take pity on him.
"Why don't you come out to the house? Kurt's been bugging me to drag the grill out and cook steaks."
"Is this a trap?"
"No, it's an offer for you to get out of the mansion for a while."
"Thanks." They stood and Logan picked up the still-sleeping Kurt. As they were walking down the hallway Kurt's tail curled itself around Scott's wrist and he ported them to the living room.
"Did he just sleep teleport us here?"
"Nein. I am avake. Sort of." Logan tucked him into the futon and smiled.
"Go back to sleep. I'll wake you when the steaks are ready."
"Medium rare, please. Zhat means pink, not bloody."
"Smart ass. Come on, Scott."
(Break)
As they were finishing their food on the porch, there was the sound of a motorcycle coming down the driveway, and soon Remy came into view. He parked his bike and joined them on the porch, perching on the railing.
"Wat's dis, den? Somebody trow a party and not invite me?" Logan passed his a bottle of beer.
"It wasn't planned, but I guess we're sort of celebrating Kurt's recovery." Remy raised his beer to Kurt before taking a drink.
"Glad to hear you're gettin better. Is dat a ring I see?" Logan nodded. "Congrats."
"Thanks." Logan stood and gathered the dishes to take to the kitchen. When he returned Remy had a mischievous glint in his eye. "What are you up to?"
"Plannin. Lemme borrow your truck." Logan grumbled and tossed Remy his keys. "Good boy. Now you an Scott start buildin a fire out back, an I'll take Kurt an get supplies." He turned to walk away before turning back and addressing Scott. "You even out yet?" Scott made a see-sawing motion with his hand and Remy shrugged. Logan grabbed his arm and stopped him.
"Why are you taking Kurt?"
"He ain't up to helpin you two, an I ain't got four hands."
"Fair enough. You better behave."
(Break)
In the truck Remy cleared his throat.
"So, Scott's not seein anyone?"
"Nein."
"What are de chances I can get 'im in bed wit me?" Kurt considered for a moment.
"I'd say about eighty-twenty, in your favor." Remy grinned.
"I like dose odds."
"Just be careful, you vill have to see him in zhe future."
"So I gotta seduce 'im and make 'im tink it was his idea. Gotcha."
"Not vhat I mean, but it vill vork, I suppose."
They returned with two cases of beer, several bottles of vodka, rum and whiskey along with various snack food and permanent markers. Remy pulled the truck around to the backyard to find that Logan and Scott had piled up the remaining bushes, brown and shriveled now, and some dry wood. Logan was in the process of pouring lighter fluid all over it and Scott started it burning with a quick burst from his eyes. Logan noticed them pull in and walked over, grinning.
"What're the markers for, Remy?"
"Whoever passes out first, of course!" Logan shook his head and pulled the beer bottle from Kurt's hand.
"Should you really be drinkin' Buttercup?" Logan took a drink and looked at the bottle appreciatively. "Good stuff. I'm going to have to confiscate it."
"Logan! Storm cleared me to drink, just not too much. You know zhat!" Kurt reclaimed his beer and held it away from Logan lest he steal it again. The four of then unloaded the truck and soon were sitting around the fire joking and having fun. Remy snuck up behind Scott and Logan while they were talking and managed to draw a happy face on Scott's cheek before taking off with Scott on his heels. Logan shook his head and went to sit beside Kurt.
"Is Remy tryin' to seduce Scott without him knowin?"
"Ja." Logan laughed.
"Scott's doin the same thing. He asked me when you guys were out gettin the stuff if he had a chance to get Remy in bed." Kurt laughed and leaned into Logan.
"Zhe zhings men vill do for sex, I mean ozher zhan just ask of course." Scott finally caught up to Remy, tackled him to the ground and pinned him down. They lay there looking at each other until Logan got bored and shouted over to them.
"Just kiss him already!" Remy looked over and shouted back.
"Who you talkin to?"
"Does it matter?" Remy shrugged and pulled Scott down to kiss him before rolling them over and grinning down at him. He spoke too softly for Kurt and Logan to hear but Scott smiled and kissed him again. It went on for a few minutes until Logan yelled at them again.
"Get a room!" Remy grinned and got up, pulling Scott with him.
"Was just tinkin bout it." Kurt tossed a stick at them and Remy batted it away.
"Ve still have a case of beer and two bottles of rum left. You can't go anyvhere yet." Remy got another beer and flopped down on the ground near Logan and Kurt then grinned when Scott snuggled up to him.
"Hey now, I ain't no teddy bear." Scott stuck his tongue out at him.
"I didn't hear you complaining a minute ago." Remy ruffled Scott's hair and pretended he didn't hear him. They picked and flirted with each other on and off and when the beer was half gone Scott turned, straddled Remy and started kissing him. When it got to the point of making out, Kurt ported them to the larger guest room, though he doubted they noticed. Porting back to Logan, he crawled into his lap and wrapped his arms around his neck.
"So, vhat do you vant to do now?" Logan chuckled and pulled Kurt closer.
"I have a few ideas."
(Break)
The next morning Kurt woke up sore but happy and turned to snuggle into Logan's chest. Logan put his arm around him and kissed his forehead.
"How ya feelin?"
"A little sore and tired, but good."
"Wonder why you're tired?"
"I don't know. Maybe zhe sex outside -tvice- followed by anozher time in zhe bedroom?"
"That could do it." Kurt stretched and looked at the clock.
"I should get up." Logan pulled him closer.
"Five more minutes." Kurt sighed.
"You really know how to talk me into morning cuddles." Logan chuckled.
"I should hope so."
(Break)
In the kitchen Logan made a full pot of coffee and began to gather the ingredients to make strawberry pancakes. He mixed up the batter and poured himself some coffee to wait for everyone else to either finish meditating or crawl out of bed. He had just lit a cigar when Scott and Remy came in and made a beeline for the coffee.
"Morning you two. Where's your shirt, Remy?" Remy jerked a thumb at Scott, who blushed.
"Dis one ripped it offa me, and de rest are on my bike. Kurt ain't got a shirt on."
"Kurt's mediating. He generally goes there right after he gets up, thus he's still in his pajamas." Remy put his coffee cup on the table and went out the kitchen door to get a shirt. Logan started making the pancakes, putting the finished ones in the oven to stay warm. Soon Kurt walked in and made himself coffee, then seated himself at the table across from Scott. He waited until Scott had begun taking a drink before he asked a question rather innocently.
"So, who vas on top?" Scott immediately choked on his coffee, spitting some of it out and coughing the rest up. Remy walked in just in time to pound him on the back.
"What'd you to do him?" He looked at Kurt, who was the closest to Scott.
"I merely asked him a question."
"He just wanted to know who was on top," Logan chimed in from the stove. Remy smirked.
"Who you tink?" Logan and Kurt replied simultaneously.
"Scott."
"You." Scott scowled and Remy laughed.
"Why you tink dat, blue?"
"Vell, vhen zhe zhree of us had sex, you vere zhe joining us, so you accepted zhe role as a bottom. However, vith Scott, you had no such restriction and so felt free to take zhe dominant role."
"Dat's a valid observation dere. But who's to say I even like to top?"
"I also noticed zhat Scott vas valking very carefully down zhe stairs vhile you vere not." Logan laughed out loud and Scott turned bright red. Remy chuckled and took a drink of coffee before replying.
"You got dat right." Logan came over with a huge stack of pancakes and plunked it down in the middle of the table.
"All right, enough of that. It's fun to see Scott blush, but I didn't slave over these pancakes for them to get cold." Scott took one and poked at it.
"Why are they pink?" Kurt smiled and took a few for himself.
"Zhey are strawberry, of course." Scott took an experimental bite.
"These are pretty good." Logan scowled at him.
"Of course they are. I've been making pancakes for longer than you've been alive." Scott stuck his tongue out at him before taking another bite. They had almost finished off the pancakes when Remy had a thought.
"What day is it, anyway?" Logan thought for minute.
"Thursday, I think." Scott smacked himself in the forehead.
"I was supposed to be in charge of training this morning. Crap! Where's my phone?" He began frantically searching his pockets. Remy offered some advice.
"Check de bedroom. Your pants ended up under de picture, maybe it fell out? Hey Logan, what's wit dat picture, anyway?" Kurt answered before Logan could.
"He found it at a flea market and loved it, but vhen ve brought it home it didn't match zhe living room, so ve put it up zhere." Scott had run upstairs to look for his phone and now he came back with it pressed against his ear. When he had finished listening he told the others what he had heard.
"I got a text from Charles asking me to arrange for someone to cover for me ahead of time next time, a message from Storm saying that I owe her one and to tell you, Remy, that you owe her too. I also got two messages from Kitty, one saying she was worried about me since I wasn't at supper, the other saying she had accidentally told Storm I'm gay and she's really really sorry, so I'm guessing that's why she said you owe her Remy." Scott drained his coffee and put his head on the table, thumping it a few times for good measure. Remy rubbed his back and tried not to laugh.
"Look on de bright side, at least you got to have some fun." Scott's reply was cut off by his phone ringing. He answered it and listened for a moment before hanging up.
"I have to go, Charles wants to see me. Kurt, can you give me a lift?" Kurt nodded and motioned for Scott to stand. When he did, Kurt's tail wrapped around his wrist and they ported away in a puff of smoke. Kurt was back almost immediately to finish his pancakes.
"I vonder how badly he's going to get chewed out?" Logan tossed the dishes in the nearby sink before lighting a cigar and tipping back in his chair.
"Probably not too bad. Scott's been pretty good, so he's allowed a couple screw-ups before he'll get in major trouble. So Remy, how was it?" Remy smiled.
"What makes you tink I'll tell you?"
"Because I know you're dying to." Both Kurt and Remy laughed at that and Remy lit a cigarette.
"Pretty good. I'm surprised ya didn't hear 'im."
"Ve didn't get inside for a vhile."
"I see dat." Remy smirked as he took in the marks all over Kurt's neck and chest.
"So, anyzhing in zhe future for you and Scott?" Remy shrugged.
"Nah. We agreed it was a one time ting. Just wanted some fun."
"You and Logan are so much alike. He vouldn't last a veek vithout sex." Logan rolled his eyes.
"You're worse than I am. I could go a month." Kurt grinned.
"Oh really? Vant to bet?"
"What're the terms?"
"Zhirty days, starting today. If eizher of us is sent on a mission, zhe zhirty days are paused until ve are togezher again. Zhe one to break first has to do somezhing of zhe vinner's choice in public."
"Deal." Logan put his han dout and Kurt shook it firmly before turning to Remy.
"Vant to go shopping vith me?" Remy shrugged.
"Sure."
"Logan?"
"No way am I letting you drag me around the mall. Have fun, but don't hurt yourself." Kurt frowned.
"Vhy do you have to vorry? I'm fine."
"You may feel fine, but if you rip a stitch, especially an internal one, Storm will have my head." Kurt sighed and sat in Logan's lap.
"Don't vorry, I vill not rip a stitch." He gave Logan a kiss and ported upstairs to change. Logan tossed Remy the truck keys again.
"Make sure he doesn't overdo it?"
"Yup." Remy grinned, wondering what Kurt had planned.
In the truck, Remy turned to Kurt.
"I ain't startin dis truck till you tell me de plan."
"Vell, first I am going to get some new clothes, zhen you vill teach me to do my hair zhe vay you did zhe night ve vent out. I also vant to get some ozher zhings." Remy started the truck.
"I like de way you tink."
(Break)
Logan was watching a movie on the couch when he heard Remy come in the front door and Kurt port into the bedroom. He wordlessly held up a beer. Remy took it, popped it open and flopped in the chair.
"Have fun shopping?"
"Kurt's got serious stamina, even hurt like he is. How do you keep up wit 'im?"
"You know I don't exactly tire easily either."
"Den you two are prefect for each ot'er" Kurt ported into the living room and Logan glanced over to greet him, then did a double-take. Kurt was wearing tight black pants paired with a snug blue shirt that showed off his muscular stomach. His hair was up in curly spikes and he had just a touch of eyeliner on to accent his yellow eyes. Logan's brain turned off momentarily and he forgot how to speak. Kurt snapped his fingers in front of Logan's face.
"Earth to Logan. Come in Logan."
"Huh? Oh, hi Kurt. What's with the outfit?"
"Oh, zhis? I just vanted somezhing different. Do you like it?" Logan cleared his throat and tried to act casual.
"Yeah, it looks good. You wore out Remy, though." Kurt smiled at the now-sleeping Remy and settled in beside Logan. He took Logan's hand and slipped something on to the ring finger. Logan looked down to find a braided silver ring with deep blue streaks.
"What's this?"
"I zhought you should get an engagement ring too."
"Thank you. It's perfect." Logan leaned down and gave Kurt a kiss. "You're not tired?"
"Nein." They turned their attention to the movie and a few minutes later Logan heard a soft snore. He looked down to see that Kurt had fallen asleep despite his claims of not being tired.
Remy stayed a week and got to observe some of the ways Logan and Kurt tried to get the other to break. Logan began going shirtless, while Kurt's tail developed the habit of running itself along Logan's exposed skin much more than it usually did. They flirted shamelessly with each other and Remy until he couldn't take it anymore. He found Scott and dragged him into the woods, not caring that he was in the middle of teaching a class. The students only gaped as he climbed in a window, claimed an emergency and dragged Scott back out the window. They decided it was a test and spent the time quietly studying. Scott returned slightly disheveled and a lot surprised to find them all still there.
Scott stopped by a week after Remy left to have Logan open the door in his underwear. He flinched back and covered his eyes.
"Logan! Where are your clothes?"
"Upstairs. What do you want?"
"Remy took my jacket and never gave it back. Did he leave it here?" Logan shrugged and yelled up the stairs.
"Kurt! Put some pants on and come here please!"
"Do I even want to know why you had to tell him to put pants on?"
"You don't want to see him naked, do you?"
"No. If you were in the middle of something, why did you answer the door?"
"We weren't."
"But you're..."
"Oh, that. We have a bet going. A month without sex. The one to break first has to do something embarrassing in public."
"Oh. That would explain why he dragged me out of class last week." Kurt came partway down the stairs and ported beside Logan. Scott was relieved to see he had pants on.
"So zhat's vhere he vent. Ve vere curious." Logan snickered.
"Tell him why Remy left." Kurt shrugged.
"I vas just eating a banana. Covered vith peanut butter." Scott's face turned red as he pictured exactly how Kurt had been eating it. "So, vhat brings you here, Scott?"
"I was wondering if Remy left my jacket here." Kurt thought for a moment before nodding.
"Ja. I'll go get it." He was gone and back in less time than it took Scott to blink, holding out the jacket.
"Thanks. I'm also supposed to remind you not to be late for your appointment with Storm." Kurt rolled his eyes.
"I vould razher not go, but danke for reminding me."
"No problem. See you guys later." Scott quickly made his exit, trying to avoid looking at Logan. He really hadn't needed to know that Logan owned pink boxers with little purple stars all over.
Logan turned to Kurt.
"All right, get a shirt on and we'll go see Storm."
"But I don't vant to!"
"Doesn't matter." Logan picked up Kurt, carried him us the stairs and tossed him on the bed. "Now, are you going to get dressed, or do I have to do it?"
"Fine." Kurt ported into his closet and came out a minute later wearing a plain t-shirt. "I vant it known zhat I am going under protest."
"So noted. Where are your shoes?"
"I refuse to vear zhem." Logan sighed.
"At least you have clothes on. Let's go."
(Break)
Sitting in an exam room, Kurt looked around and sighed. He hated the plain white room that reeked of antiseptic cleaner. Storm walked in and smiled.
"It's good to see you, Kurt. I just need you to take off your shirt so I can look at your wounds, then I'll draw blood and have Cindi look at your lung." Kurt obliged and Storm looked at all of the places he had been pierced by needles then pulled out a stethoscope and listened to his heart and lungs. Getting everything out to take some blood, she lowered her tone. "Is everything all right with you and Logan?"
"Yes, vhy?"
"I couldn't help noticing your lack of," she cleared her throat, "markings."
"Oh, zhat. Ve have a bet going, a month vithout sex, whoever breaks first has to do somezhing embarrassing in public." Storm smiled and cleaned his arm.
"I hope you win."
"Danke."
"You know, for someone who routinely has bite marks all over, you sure are flinchy when it comes to a tiny little needle." Storm slipped said needle neatly into Kurt's arm before he could reply.
"Vell, zhe circumstances are very different. Speaking of, how vas your date?"
"It went well. We're going to see each other again."
"I'm glad."
"Me too." Storm drew the last vial of blood, bandaged Kurt and walked to the door. "I'll be back in a few minutes to have your lung checked. Don't run away, the hard part's over." Kurt smiled wryly.
"Don't vorry, I von't." Storm walked out with his blood and came back shortly with a young orange mutant with pure violet eyes.
"Kurt, this is Cindi, Cindi, this is Kurt. I need you to make sure his lung is healed." Cindi nodded and turned her eyes to Kurt. She studied his chest for a moment.
"The lung is completely healed." She swept her gaze downward then back up. "Everything else checks out as well."
"Thank you, Cindi." Storm turned to Kurt. "I'll be back soon with your test results." As they walked out the door, Logan walked in and sat down beside Kurt.
"How did it go?" Kurt shrugged.
"My lung is healed. Storm vill come back soon vhen my blood is done being tested. Vhat did zhe professor vant?"
"He had a mission for me. I asked for a couple more weeks, so now I get to run simulations with some of the older students."
"You look so excited." Logan made a face.
"I'm not." They picked back and forth for a while until Storm came back in with a paper in her hands.
"I have good news for you, Kurt. Everything is normal, and you can go back to your regular duties on Monday." Kurt jumped up and hugged Storm.
"Yay! I have missed teaching vith you!" Storm laughed and hugged Kurt back.
"We've all missed you, too. Now go enjoy your weekend." She smiled knowingly. "And good luck with that bet." Logan groaned.
"You're really rooting against me, Storm?" She shrugged and smiled.
"What can I say? It was fun seeing you in a bright pink shirt." Logan buried his face in his hands and dragged Kurt toward the door.
"Let's go before she starts plotting with you." Kurt turned to wink at Storm before porting them away.
(Break)
Logan had time to register that they were in the backyard of his house before Kurt tackled him and pinned him to the ground, grinning.
"Kurt, what're you doing?"
"I am no longer under any restrictions, so I zhought it vould be fun to tackle you."
"Oh really?"
"Ja." Logan looked up at him for a moment before shifting suddenly and causing them to roll over. He pinned Kurt and looked down at him.
"Now what?"
"Now zhe fun begins." Kurt used his legs to push Logan off of him in a sort of somersault, following to gain the top position once more. Logan fought hard to roll them back over, and for the next fifteen minutes they wrestled on the ground until Kurt finally had Logan firmly pinned down. He held Logan's hands above his head and looked at him, breathing heavily, before smiling.
"Zhat vas fun. Vant some lunch?"
"Really? You're really going to do that to me and then just walk away?"
"Do vhat- oh!" Logan rolled his hips up and exactly what Kurt had done to him became clear. Kurt's smile turned feral and he positioned himself so he could rub against Logan.
"Did zhe big bad Volverine get himself all vorked up?" Logan growled.
"No, the mischievous elf got him all worked up." Kurt looked puzzled.
"Elf?" Logan shrugged.
"It's the ears." He waited until Kurt had let his guard down before seizing the opportunity to flip them both over. He then began to go about the task of undressing Kurt.
"Logan, vhat are you doing?"
"What's it look like I'm doing?" He gave up trying to get Kurt's shirt off and settled for ripping it in half.
"But zhe bet-"
"I don't care." Logan silenced Kurt's protests with a brutal kiss followed by bites down his neck. Kurt stopped fighting and started helping and soon Logan's task of undressing him was complete.
(Break)
Afterward they lay sweaty and panting on the grass, fingers entwined, not caring that they were naked in broad daylight. Kurt looked over at Logan and smiled. Logan held up a hand.
"Not a word. I lost fair and square. Kind of. You did sort of cheat."
"Vell, if you hadn't made a move I vas about to."
"So if I had waited a minute I would have won?"
"How about ve call it a tie?"
"I can live with that." After a few moments of silence, Kurt rolled over to nibble on Logan's ear.
"Vant to celebrate zhe bet being over?"
"I thought you were hungry?"
"Food can vait."
(Break)
I really wanted to put in a philosophical conversation between Kurt and Remy while they were en route to the mall, but I couldn't get it to work right. :(