Living Nightmare

    Hello…. This is Ner'ual of Say'lar…..  I usually write Dragonball Z fanfics… but since the summer holidays are here… GMTV (Good Morning Television for those of you that got no clue as to what I is referring to, it an English thing) have been putting on X-men: Evolution every Sunday! YHAY!

     But now they've taken it away agene… YAR BUU HISS!

     I hated it when I left the USA coz I ain't got cable! . Therefore I can't watch it! BLOODY TV COMPANIES! 0_0 opess… soz…

     N E who… this is my first slash fic… AND THERE IS SMUT FROM THE WORD GO...! But this is the edited version… the original is twice as good I think… I think I can get away with an R rating with what I have here… but of course poopy old ff.net has taken the NCC-17 rating out… I put all this time and effort and just so people can get the chance to read it I have to change it…. barrr…. Humbug!!

But n e who …

    So if you don't like that sort of thing……. LEAVE NOW!!! FLEE!! WHILE YOU STILL CAN!!! GO!!! RUN FOR YOU LIVES!!! But if you is staying… I welcome you on board…

   And if you do want to read the un-edited version, I'll probably be putting it up on AFF.N (Adult fanfiction. Net, if you didn't know!)

 But in a final plea from an insane person… please….. be gentle ….. I is a virgin slasher!! 

Chapter 1: Infatuation

     He ran his fingertips over soft velvety fur, a purr of content erupted from the deeps of the fuzzy chest. He felt tridactyl hands grip his shoulders as he kissed his way down the vibrating throat. A low growl of pleasure as he left fiery kissed on a furry collarbone.

     He let his hand explore the toned and muscular body, ruffling the fine indigo pelt. He gasped as a warm mouth lent up and soft lips took in one of his earlobes, then hissed as sharp fangs gently nipped playfully, making his breath catch in his throat.

     He ran his hand once more down the length on the exquisite, silken body smoothing down any out of place fur. He stopped at his hip then with the gentleness of a feathers touch, he run his finger tips down the fount of his pelvis. A loud, wanting moan escaped ultramarine lips and hips began to buck, silently begging for more.

     He lent forward and made his way back up the downy chest, neck, all the way to the jaw line, where he slowly licked the kitten soft fur from the ear to chin. Then placed his lips on the others in a passion and lust filled kiss. He moaned in to it as the other responded eagerly, thrusting his tongue into his mouth.

    As they kiss, he continued to let one hand idly teased the other beneath him and he let the other hand travel down the side of his exotic lover's body, finely resting in the pit of his knee. He ever so gently began to lift the slender leg up.

    Without any more coxing, a pair of fur covered legs snapped round his waist and impatient hips began to buck, rubbing there throbbing needs together. They both let out a sharp cry as their emotions went into over drive by the contact of each other.

     He couldn't take it any more… he had to have him now. Quickly he raised one hand, and place two fingers on the soft blue lips. Without saying a word, they were taken into the warm wet mouth and were gently being sucked on, coating them in sticky saliva. He could feel the sharp canines that his partner had, being raked against his skin, threatening to slice them to ribbons.

     But his new lover was far too gentle to let that happen. He release the saliva covered finger and immediately went for another searing kiss, which his partner was more then willing to give. He lent back to gaze at the one that had captured his hart.

     He grind wickedly at the sight of what he had done, and he began to tease him ruthlessly in every conceivably wicked way. Three fingered hands griped his shoulders like a drowning man grips to a log. Short well trimmed nails dug into his soft tanned flesh, deep enough to draw blood. Lips spilled with rapped fire German curses with every breath. He thought his leg was going to drop off, it had gone numb from the death grip the snake like tail had on him.

     After what seamed like an eternity of ruthless torture, he felt he had readied him enough. There was a loud whimper of disappointment as the annoying but wonderful teasing stopped. He kissed those dark seductive lips once agene as he held velvet covered hips aloft, manoeuvring himself into position.

     He looked into the golden orbs of his lover possessed for any last minute sign of wanting to tern back. He saw nothing but a mix of love, lust and need in the demonic glowing eyes beneath him. He got his reassurance when warm, satin soft lips reached up and engulfed his in a begging kiss.

     There tongue duelled each other for dominance as the fires of there passion where stoked and there kiss became a frantic struggle for breath. While he was distracted… he took his dark imp and made him his and his alone. The action cased his fur covered lover to yell in a inhuman shriek of both pleasure and pain, he threw back his head and his back arch as the larger male gently penetrated him, his three fingered hands gripping tighter.

     Every millimetre felt like excruciating pain and pure ecstasy at the same time. When he was finely fully enveloped in his lover he stopped, letting his partner become accustom to the new and unfamiliar sensation. He felt him relax, but his breath remained in panting gasps. Then…slowly… they began to make love…

     His lovers gasping cry's became ecstasy filled screams, as his mind threatened to over to overload from the exhilarating feeling. The larger males own senses were on the brink of total failure as he began to hammer into the smaller body with all his strength, his body building for the inevitable bliss that was to come.

      But through the wonderful, hazy, Utopian state that he was sinking further and further into… He heard something… His name… someone was calling his name… he drifted back to conscious thought as his gazed up and into his lovers golden… confused eyes…

     "… Scott...? Are you alright? Scott! Vatch vhat your doing! You are going to cut yourself!"  He yelled.

  "Hunn… wha…!"

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       "YEEEOWCH!!" Scott yelped as he felt the Sharp blade of the kitchen knife slice deep into his fingertip. He jumped a mile in the air as he hissed with pain. "FUUU……DGE! GOD DAMN IT!" He yelled, waving his hand about then promptly sticking the damaged finger in his mouth.

     "I did varn you…," Kurt sighed. "You looked like you vere a million miles avay…" He said from his place behind the other side of the kitchen counter where he was mixing up a bowl of stuffing.

  //Well maybe not that far…// Scott thought, while gently sucking on his painful finger that tasted like blood and raw carrots. //Try only as far as the bedroom…// He frowned as he realised his finger wasn't the only thing that was throbbing gently. A bright red blush spread quickly over his cheeks. He heard the furry blue mutant laugh and he got very nervous…

     "She must have been one gorgeous creature to make your mind wander that far." He grinned at the older teen.

  "Gorjrss isss definitely thau vord I'd ure…" Scott garbled while still sucking the painful finger. Kurt rolled his golden, pupil less eyes and sighed agene.

  "Vell… you can't stand zhere sucking your fingers all night…," he said as he padded over to Scott and grabbed him by his free wrist.

     The taller X-man jumped as he felt the peach skin pram and two long fingers rapped round the base of his hand. He then found himself being pulled over to the kitchen sink. He thank god for the badly fitting, baggy apron he was wearing, it hid his 'little' problem rather well.

     Kurt dragged his struggling friend over to sink, trend on the cold tap, pulled Scott's finger out of his mouth and stuck it under the running water.

  "Stay!" he ordered his leader, waging a digit at the brown haired youth. Scott just frowned and gave the smaller X-man a pout. The tailed German smirked, turned, then padded over too the cupboard were the first aid kit was kept. He bent down to rummage round the back of the brimming storage space.

     Meanwhile, Scott was trying hard not to stare at Kurt as he walked with feline grace then bent down giving the aroused young man a nice view of the furry mutant firm backside, his prehensile tail twirling and coiling with a mind of its own, teasing and mocking him with its seductive movements.

     Scott closed his eyes, it was times like this he was glad no one could see them. He took a deep breath and tried to clear his turbulent mind… But he had no chance, as he couldn't get rid of the image of Kurt, sprawled, exposed across his bed in total submission… he shivered at the delicious thought… He was getting careless. This was getting ridiculous! He couldn't go five minuets without having lusty thoughts about the younger student! If he didn't do something soon he was in danger of giving him self away…

    He was jolted back to reality when he felt the soft warm furred hand move his own away from the water. He looked down to find Kurt inspecting the fresh wound. Seaming satisfied that it was clean of carrot juice, he picked up the disinfectant and cotton ball. He silently pored some of the liquid on the fluffy swab.

  "Brace your self, mein freund. Zhis is going to sting…" He said biting his tongue. The fearless leader yelped like a little puppy as the swab hit the open wound. Kurt sniggered and shook his long haired head.

     "Arrrr… poor baby…" He teased as he finished cleaning cut. The ruby-quartz wearing teen scowled at his friend and object of his secret desire. Kurt finished by carefully placing a blue plaster over on knife wound, so as not to get any of his fur in the cut, and giving his friend wide grin. "Zhere you go, Thanks to my miraculous healing powers… you are whole agene!" Scott's eyebrow arched at the exaggerated.

  "… Thanks…" He said slowly, a bit disappointed that he didn't kiss it better…

  "You are velcome" The fuzzy demon grind happily as the kitchen door abruptly swung open, making both of the young men jump.

       "Are you guys like, making dinner or like, making out in here?" Kitty joked.

  "Whadday'umean?!" Scott yelped, he panicked as his mouth racing along with his mind. "Wewheren'tdoinganything! Youdidn'tseeusdoinganything! Youcan'tproveathing! Right Kurt!" Once Scott had finished his rapid fire babbling he glanced back and forth between the other two mutants, and saw their totally taken back and slightly worried expressions.

     There was silence of a moment where the only movement made was the blinking of perturbed eyes. 

  "… I think the presser of like, acting the strait man has like, finely gotten to him…"

  "… Zhat… or zhere vas something a little stronger zhen antiseptic in zhis disinfectant…" Kurt said as he picked up the bottle and began scanning the label for the hidden culprit drug. Scott just stood there looking like a deer in the headlights of an on coming car.

  "… I… think I'll just like… leave you two too it… If I where you, Kurt, I'd like, take him down to see Dr. McCoy before he like, has an aneurism or something…" Kitty said as she slowly swivelled on her heal and left feeling just a little bewildered.

     Kurt merely nodded as he continued to scan the label for an explanation for his friend's unusual behaviour. Scott let out the breath that he had been holding in a relieved sigh.

  "Are you feeling alright, Scott?" The furry mutant asked with true concern lacing his accented voice. Scott moved his ruby covered eyes down to gaze at his younger friend. He gave the indigo coloured teen a small, fond but tiered smile.

     "Yher… I'm fine, just… a little tired I guess… I got a lot of things on my mind…"

  "Scott…," Kurt said slowly. "Forgive me if zhis sounds corny, but… You know… I'll alvays be zhere to listen too you… you know… any time you need to get things off your chest… You look like you have the weight of the vorld on your shoulders… I've noticed you acting strange for veeks now…Your starting to vorry me, mein freund…"

     The demonic looking youth said with an anxious look in his pupil-less golden eyes as he tried to coxes his leader and more importantly his friend, to open up to him and tell him what was troubling him.

     A small but genuine smile of clear affection involuntarily pulled at the corners of his lips. He of cores had no intention of telling him how he felt about him. But to hear him say that he was worried and wanted to help him, let him imaged for a brief moment that the concern came from love and not just friendship. He reached up and gently placed a hand on his friends shoulder.

     "… Thanks, man…," He said quietly. "…that means a lot… really…" Kurt could sense that that was all he was going to get… he wasn't going to push for information, if Scott wanted to talk, he would, in his own time. 

     A blue, fuzzy, three fingered hand placed itself over tanned flesh. Kurt gave Scott an optimistic smile.

  "Any time, mein freund, any time…" he said giving his friends hand a pat. In response Scott gave Kurt's shoulder a little squeeze.

  "Well we better finish dinner before the other start eating the furniture…" He was reworded for his joke by hearing the wonderful sound of the Germans laugh.

     "… I can just see it… Logan, chewing on a table leg…" He laughed. Scott thought about it… Yes… the image of the tough guy Wolvie on his hands and knees gnawing on one of the dining table legs like a big rabid dog was indeed amusing… He grinned and chuckled lightly.

     "Come on… lets get it over with…" he sighed, reluctantly removing his hand from the round shoulder, secretly ravelling in the tingling feeling in the last moment before their skin and fur parted. Kurt, still smiling, moved off, back to the stuffing he had left and Scott returned to the now bloody chopping board, knife and carrots. His mind almost immediately began to wonder… he remembered how it felt to have the gentle fuzzy fingertips on his hairless skin, and how soft and gentle his touch was. He shuddered as he threw away the red sticky vegetables.

     Scott sighed as he washed the board and knife… he was a lost cause… there was no way in hell the European would ever except him if he let his real feeling known… he would see him as some kind of freak or pervert… or worse, a perverted freak….! He would lose him… lose his trust and more importantly the friendship that they had…

     He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge for his nose. //What the hell am I going to do…?// he asked himself forlornly, only hearing the blank silence of his mind he shook his head and pushed the images of his own creation to the deep dark recesses at the back of his conscious thoughts. He was grateful that the heavens chose to make the fuzzy blue demon a teleporter rather then a telepath… if they had… he would have been in trouble a long time ago… good god… this was a living Nightmare…..

      Well...? Wadda you think?

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Should I continue the story?...

Should I just leave it?...

Should I take my computer out side and burn it in a big bonfire in my garden, so's not to torture N E of you poor pure hearted people with my dirty, dirty, mind ever agene....? ((0.0))''…  `¬_¬  sorry… I think I put one too much sugar in my tea…  But 6 sound like such a nice round number….

Do you guy's out there in F.F.net land had N E suggestions as to what should happen?

 -0.o- Well….

         TELL ME!! TELL ME!! TELL ME!! TELL ME!! TELL ME!! TELL ME!!

     I don't mind what you say...! No really I don't...! =^-^= But flamers get given to Kojo to play with…

   IMPORTANT!                   Vital for later on…. dose anyone out there know the name of Scott's girlfriend… I need it for the story… it vital!!!

                                 I'm writeing this on memory and guess what…. I can't remember!! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE! HELP ME!!

     Oh oh oh …. If anyone out there speaks German…. Could you Please tell me what……

                           Wie geht es ihnen?

                                                                   …… Means?

     It was something Nightcrawler said to Storm after an encounter with Dracula!

    I shit you not! It happened! The Uncanny X-men Issue number 159!

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