Ein Engel in Teufels Kleidung

by h311agay

Kurt Wagner feels like he's nothing but a demon while Scott Summers believes Kurt to be the most beautiful of angels, even prettier than Warren. Both struggle with their sexuality, their faith, and their confidence, uncertain of how to pursue a relationship, or if it's even one worth pursuing. Ororo is the tru wingman. The title means "An Angel in Devil's Clothing"

10. Progress

Scott was storming down the hall when he passed Kurt's room. He stopped and stared longingly at the door. He just wanted things to be simple, was that too much to ask? He wanted to tell Kurt he loved him and to hear Kurt tell him- when lucid and not drugged up- that he loved him too. He wanted to kiss the other's soft lips and feel that velvety fur beneath his fingertips. There were some more lewd desires but those weren't important. He didn't know how long he had been standing there, but after a while, the heavy wooden door slowly opened.

Kurt stepped out, looking tired and strained, his yellow eyes widening some when he saw Scott just standing there. "Scott?" His voice was shaky and suddenly everything wrong in Scott's life came to the surface and he felt the heat of tears rushing down his cheeks. He took a step back, vision blurring. "Scott?" Kurt's voice had grown soft and he took a tentative step toward him. Scott didn't back away, having nowhere to really go. Kurt's hand took his own, the large thumb rubbing the back of his hand. "Bist du in Ordnung?"

Scott's jaw twitched as he tried to stop himself from crying any further. He didn't have time to wallow in his own pity. He was team leader; there was no time for him to let himself feel these things. And maybe that's why he was feeling all of these emotions so intensely. But there was no time to think about that. Kurt's thumb had left the back of his hand and was on his wrist and there was another hand on his shoulder and he felt the other's tail resting against his leg.

And Kurt was kissing him. It was careful and scared and light- hardly there at all but it was there! Kurt was kissing him and Scott felt his chest expanding and he was light headed and euphoric.

Then Kurt pulled away and darkness was coming back in because he was frowning and averting his eyes. "Was that… wrong of me?" His voice was so scared and quiet and he was starting to pull away from panic but Scott grabbed him and hugged him.

"No," he breathed, eyes squeezed shut and forcing more tears out. "No… It was perfectly okay."

And then Kurt threw up.