Disclaimer: Of course it doesn't belong to me, are you crazy? Marvel Comics, and for the movie, 21st Century Fox… So yeah, don't sue me!
Author's Note: It's a K/O fic. And it's been revised. I decided that y'all deserved better than what I gave last time. I'm going to revise the second and third chapters too, and perhaps continue it further as well.
Please review when you're finished. (Please?)
Crimson Regrets
Kurt Wagner stared out his window. For miles, he could see trees everywhere he looked. The forests stretched on and on, and he wondered if it would take him forever to cross them. The sun was setting into the blanket of their leaves, and they rustled in the wind to accomodate their new occupant. The trees served well as a bed to the orb, the smoke colored clouds the perfect pillow. The moon would soon rise and bring with it the darkness. He could feel his heart sinking in his chest as well, just as it did every night as he watched the sun retire. But today, he felt the regret deeper than usual. He'd hurt someone he loved, and sinned against his Father. Yes, the regret was unsually deep this eve.
The wall he lay his head against trembled with each footstep, thundered with each whispered word, and shook at the slightest breeze. And Ororo Monroe was doing just that--he could hear as she paced the length of her dorm, could hear the whispers she sent out for only her ears to hear. Kurt closed his eyes, hold the tears from spilling over his eyeslids. She was the object of his affections, his first true love, and the victim of his confusion--a confusion that could only result in pain. He regretted everything he'd done thus far. He'd counted the sins with the tattoos along his body, scarred his blue skin. But no sin before could ever equal the amount of regret he felt now.
Kurt pulled a dagger from his dresser drawer. The light reflected off the cross-shaped blade, sending prisms of white light through the room. The crucifix brought back memories of a story he'd once heard. A man, similar to himself, ventured, stumbling, through the forest. He'd been cheated upon, stolen from, and kicked to the ground to die. He was hungry, thirsty, and desperate for any shelter. And yet all he could think of was that his punishment wasn't deserved, and of revenge. Soon, he came to a clearing in the forest, and there was only a cross, with a man hanging from it. His body was bruised and battered, much like his own, and covered with blood. A crown of thorns was shoved into his head, the spikes protruding towards the sky like a beacon. He was Jesus, and through his pain, he smiled down upon the man. He asked the man of his many sins, and the only answer he could provide was, "Yes, Lord." His sins suddenly felt as if they were his own, and as Jesus' blood poured upon him, Jesus spoke, "I didn't deserve this either, but I do forgive you."
Kurt need the clearing to be in the forest outside of his window. He needed to speak with his Lord, he needed to be reassured. Until then, he resigned, the scars would like his body, and his heart would be filled with the crimson regrets he spilled every night. He lifted the dagger again, gazed at his reflection. He stopped himself from cringing--midnight skin and yellow eyes; a tail and wolven teeth. Could they forgive him for his demonic appearance, or no? Kurt close his eyes and pressed the tip against his skin.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."
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"Kurt?" said a soft voice from the hallway. His door was slightly cracked; he'd forgotten about it in a rush to pray. Now that he realized it, he was almost embarrased. He wondered who'd heard his heart's every confession.
"Come in," said Kurt, a thick German accent coating his voice. He raised from his knees and turned to face the doorway. "Ororo!"
The weather godded smiled--she couldn't stop herself otherwise. Kurt returned with a pointy-toothed grin. Ororo felt her heart melt inside, just like all the other times. It was beginning to feel almost normal it happened so much. She wanted nothing more than to be swept away in the oceans of his skin.
"Can I talk to you?" asked Ororo, somewhat shyly. Suddenly, she felt like a small schoolgirl. She hadn't felt this way in years, and it oddly felt good, somewhat challenging her mature senses.
Kurt nodded, his tail swishing back and forth happily. He felt like canine whenever his tail swished around like so. He'd learned early how to control it, and now it fell limp, almost like he'd drained away the joy from it. He hadn't felt this way when he'd met Jean; he didn't feel this way around Rogue, although she was younger tham he. No, this was something new he was feeling.
"I know we just met, not too long ago. And I know its hard to be living in a situation such as ours, especially after losing someone like Jean," began Ororo. She tried to still her voice, to keep it from breaking, but the cords didn't seem to want to cooperate. "But I find myself feeling something I never truly felt before. My eyes have been screaming to me since I first saw you, telling me to wake up and see what's really in front of me. My senses tell me so, my mind, and most importantly, my heart. It's hard to feel this way when you've tried to shun your past and only look ahead. Believe me, I never expected it. It's a miracle in my eyes; never in a thousand years did I think this would happen. And I never knew falling could be so easy, so smooth, or so soon. There's nothing at the bottom to hurt me, lest you shan't catch me. I love you, Kurt Wagner."
Ororo was suddenly afraid of him teleporting away from her, leaving her without an answer, whatever it may be. She stepped forward slow, as not to scare him, and stroked one of the odd scars on his cheek... She wanted to explore the rest of his skin to see if there were more that what she could see. The scars were art in a sort, an art of sin.
Kurt pulled back, drawing in a deep breath. He let it out just as quick as it had come, and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He slumped down onto his bed, the old, rusty springs protesting the sudden addition of weight. He contemplated what to do, what to say. He was almost scared of her touch, for she knew not what she did to him.
Ororo Monroe was a beautiful woman, one capable of many great things other that the moods of the weather. He felt the same way himself, but he didn't want to. If he were to say yes, and fall in love, he didn't know if he could stop himself from doing the unthinkable sin. He'd actually only thought of it once, resulting the very first blue scar. He barely remembered a time when his skin wasn't a canvas for everything he'd done.
But if he said no, he'd turn away someone he loved, leave behind a soul mate. He didn't know yet if he wanted to lose it, and didn't know if he even wanted to keep it. Falling in love was strange, he thought, and this once was already enough. He didn't want to hurt Ororo either; another sin.
Kurt opened his mouth, revealing the points of his teeth. They were sharper than an ordinary human's, and probably sharper than any mutant's as well. He knew the power of them, the force they could exert. He was going to speak, even though he didn't know what to say, even if it didn't make any sense.
"Wait... Before you say anything," said Ororo quietly, as Kurt stood, towering over her. "Even if I walk away today knowing that you don't love me in return, I want to know what it feels like."
"What feels like - " Ororo pressed her index finger against his blue lips, the warm stickiness of his saliva dampening her skin. She moved closer still, Kurt frozen in place, and she placed the other hand at the base of his neck, running her fingers through his hair. Her eyes glowed white, just another thing he loved about her, and the sky outside his window turned dark. A few stars made their way into the room, lighting it up in mock starlight, and then her eyes returned to normal, if ever there was a normal for mutants.
Ororo took her finger away and pressed her lips up against Kurt's. His lips opened partially, in a gasp; She pretended not to realize it and probed her tongue into his mouth. With slight hesitation, Kurt followed her suit, knowing inside it was a sin, but something elsewhere told him it was alright. He paused again, then wrapped his arms around her chocolate waist. He moaned, the sound echoing inside his mouth and into hers.
Ororo's hands moved over Kurt's back, tracing lower and lower. His shirt was tucked in, but she could feel more scars lining his back. She wondered briefly how he had done it, then turned her thoughts back to the moment at hand. She felt so right, so perfect in his arms. She had no flaws just then, nothing to hold her back. She had nothing to lose, and everything to gain.
Kurt ventured his hands along her narrow waist, seemingly knowing what to do on their own. They moved up, feeling the smooth skin underneath her clothes. She traveled further into the depths of his mouth, moving her body closer to his as well. Kurt fell back, but caught himself and Ororo, grasping her tighter. She pushed him onto his back, falling onto his bed. She climbed over him, straddling his hips, and then leaned forward to kiss him again.
Kurt knew what to do this time and he was the first to investigate the delicious area's of the goddess's lips. He nipped at them softly with his sharp teeth, somehow knowing it wouldn't hurt her as much as it pleased her. Ororo's breathing became heavy, and he found his was too. Something inside him began twisting and turning, and his stomach churned. She sighed with the rythym of his heartbeat, and she moved with the beat of his pulse. Suddenly, Kurt broke away, sitting up so that Ororo would fall away from him.
"Forgive me, Father," prayed Kurt, turning his back to Ororo. "I have sinned, Father, forgive me, please. I know not what I do."
"Kurt?" spoke Ororo softly. Her lip quivered and she bit back the whimper that was forming in her throat. The tears were gathering in her eyes, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold back the flood much longer.
"Miss Monroe, please," begged the teleporter. He couldn't bring himself to use her first name, couldn't bear to look at her. He fought the urge to vanish into the air and return some time later, but that would be cowardly and only hurt Ororo further. Kurt clasped his hands to his face and tried to calm the heaving of his chest.
"You don't love me, Kurt. Am I right?"
"I can't do this. Please, I can't." He shook the back of his head at her, and he began to rock gently, trying to stop from disappearing.
"I'm sorry, Kurt. I'm so sorry. I don't want to hurt you," whispered Ororo as she stood up, easing the bed springs. With one last look at him, Ororo Monroe looked back at the man who shouldn't have been in her dreams, and then left, tears guiding her away.
"I do love you," said Kurt, speaking so quietly he didn't know if even his own ears had heard it.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The stars had gone and the sky was now light, save the black rain clouds coming in quickly. Ororo had probably called them, he realized. Kurt could picture her white, frosty eyes as she'd called in the starlit darkness. And then he recalled everything and his pain started all over again.
He'd hurt her. He regretted almost every minute of it, with the exception of the feel of her body and his first kiss. He wanted her back in his arms, but he didn't want to sin, not again. Kurt pulled the dagger into his line of view, tracing the holy crucifix that had been melted into it. He searched for a place on his body not already scarred.
He found one, at the top of his left foot. It was dangerous, as was any cut, but he needed to bleed for Ororo, for his sins. Kurt held his breath as he pointed his hallowed knife, and then dug into his blue skin. He couldn't feel the pin prick of the dagger anymore, he'd long since become immune. He pluged deeper; he needed to feel something, anything, again.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," whispered Kurt, then watched as the crimson regrets flowed down.
Author's Note: I stayed up late to write again. Shame on me. (I actually write better at night though.) I hope you liked it. Please review!
And if you were expecting a better romance… say, a happier one, don't worry. I plan on writing many K/O fics. I just love them!!
And again, please review. How about cotton candy this time? ^^
Author's Note: It's a K/O fic. And it's been revised. I decided that y'all deserved better than what I gave last time. I'm going to revise the second and third chapters too, and perhaps continue it further as well.
Please review when you're finished. (Please?)
Crimson Regrets
Kurt Wagner stared out his window. For miles, he could see trees everywhere he looked. The forests stretched on and on, and he wondered if it would take him forever to cross them. The sun was setting into the blanket of their leaves, and they rustled in the wind to accomodate their new occupant. The trees served well as a bed to the orb, the smoke colored clouds the perfect pillow. The moon would soon rise and bring with it the darkness. He could feel his heart sinking in his chest as well, just as it did every night as he watched the sun retire. But today, he felt the regret deeper than usual. He'd hurt someone he loved, and sinned against his Father. Yes, the regret was unsually deep this eve.
The wall he lay his head against trembled with each footstep, thundered with each whispered word, and shook at the slightest breeze. And Ororo Monroe was doing just that--he could hear as she paced the length of her dorm, could hear the whispers she sent out for only her ears to hear. Kurt closed his eyes, hold the tears from spilling over his eyeslids. She was the object of his affections, his first true love, and the victim of his confusion--a confusion that could only result in pain. He regretted everything he'd done thus far. He'd counted the sins with the tattoos along his body, scarred his blue skin. But no sin before could ever equal the amount of regret he felt now.
Kurt pulled a dagger from his dresser drawer. The light reflected off the cross-shaped blade, sending prisms of white light through the room. The crucifix brought back memories of a story he'd once heard. A man, similar to himself, ventured, stumbling, through the forest. He'd been cheated upon, stolen from, and kicked to the ground to die. He was hungry, thirsty, and desperate for any shelter. And yet all he could think of was that his punishment wasn't deserved, and of revenge. Soon, he came to a clearing in the forest, and there was only a cross, with a man hanging from it. His body was bruised and battered, much like his own, and covered with blood. A crown of thorns was shoved into his head, the spikes protruding towards the sky like a beacon. He was Jesus, and through his pain, he smiled down upon the man. He asked the man of his many sins, and the only answer he could provide was, "Yes, Lord." His sins suddenly felt as if they were his own, and as Jesus' blood poured upon him, Jesus spoke, "I didn't deserve this either, but I do forgive you."
Kurt need the clearing to be in the forest outside of his window. He needed to speak with his Lord, he needed to be reassured. Until then, he resigned, the scars would like his body, and his heart would be filled with the crimson regrets he spilled every night. He lifted the dagger again, gazed at his reflection. He stopped himself from cringing--midnight skin and yellow eyes; a tail and wolven teeth. Could they forgive him for his demonic appearance, or no? Kurt close his eyes and pressed the tip against his skin.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"Kurt?" said a soft voice from the hallway. His door was slightly cracked; he'd forgotten about it in a rush to pray. Now that he realized it, he was almost embarrased. He wondered who'd heard his heart's every confession.
"Come in," said Kurt, a thick German accent coating his voice. He raised from his knees and turned to face the doorway. "Ororo!"
The weather godded smiled--she couldn't stop herself otherwise. Kurt returned with a pointy-toothed grin. Ororo felt her heart melt inside, just like all the other times. It was beginning to feel almost normal it happened so much. She wanted nothing more than to be swept away in the oceans of his skin.
"Can I talk to you?" asked Ororo, somewhat shyly. Suddenly, she felt like a small schoolgirl. She hadn't felt this way in years, and it oddly felt good, somewhat challenging her mature senses.
Kurt nodded, his tail swishing back and forth happily. He felt like canine whenever his tail swished around like so. He'd learned early how to control it, and now it fell limp, almost like he'd drained away the joy from it. He hadn't felt this way when he'd met Jean; he didn't feel this way around Rogue, although she was younger tham he. No, this was something new he was feeling.
"I know we just met, not too long ago. And I know its hard to be living in a situation such as ours, especially after losing someone like Jean," began Ororo. She tried to still her voice, to keep it from breaking, but the cords didn't seem to want to cooperate. "But I find myself feeling something I never truly felt before. My eyes have been screaming to me since I first saw you, telling me to wake up and see what's really in front of me. My senses tell me so, my mind, and most importantly, my heart. It's hard to feel this way when you've tried to shun your past and only look ahead. Believe me, I never expected it. It's a miracle in my eyes; never in a thousand years did I think this would happen. And I never knew falling could be so easy, so smooth, or so soon. There's nothing at the bottom to hurt me, lest you shan't catch me. I love you, Kurt Wagner."
Ororo was suddenly afraid of him teleporting away from her, leaving her without an answer, whatever it may be. She stepped forward slow, as not to scare him, and stroked one of the odd scars on his cheek... She wanted to explore the rest of his skin to see if there were more that what she could see. The scars were art in a sort, an art of sin.
Kurt pulled back, drawing in a deep breath. He let it out just as quick as it had come, and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He slumped down onto his bed, the old, rusty springs protesting the sudden addition of weight. He contemplated what to do, what to say. He was almost scared of her touch, for she knew not what she did to him.
Ororo Monroe was a beautiful woman, one capable of many great things other that the moods of the weather. He felt the same way himself, but he didn't want to. If he were to say yes, and fall in love, he didn't know if he could stop himself from doing the unthinkable sin. He'd actually only thought of it once, resulting the very first blue scar. He barely remembered a time when his skin wasn't a canvas for everything he'd done.
But if he said no, he'd turn away someone he loved, leave behind a soul mate. He didn't know yet if he wanted to lose it, and didn't know if he even wanted to keep it. Falling in love was strange, he thought, and this once was already enough. He didn't want to hurt Ororo either; another sin.
Kurt opened his mouth, revealing the points of his teeth. They were sharper than an ordinary human's, and probably sharper than any mutant's as well. He knew the power of them, the force they could exert. He was going to speak, even though he didn't know what to say, even if it didn't make any sense.
"Wait... Before you say anything," said Ororo quietly, as Kurt stood, towering over her. "Even if I walk away today knowing that you don't love me in return, I want to know what it feels like."
"What feels like - " Ororo pressed her index finger against his blue lips, the warm stickiness of his saliva dampening her skin. She moved closer still, Kurt frozen in place, and she placed the other hand at the base of his neck, running her fingers through his hair. Her eyes glowed white, just another thing he loved about her, and the sky outside his window turned dark. A few stars made their way into the room, lighting it up in mock starlight, and then her eyes returned to normal, if ever there was a normal for mutants.
Ororo took her finger away and pressed her lips up against Kurt's. His lips opened partially, in a gasp; She pretended not to realize it and probed her tongue into his mouth. With slight hesitation, Kurt followed her suit, knowing inside it was a sin, but something elsewhere told him it was alright. He paused again, then wrapped his arms around her chocolate waist. He moaned, the sound echoing inside his mouth and into hers.
Ororo's hands moved over Kurt's back, tracing lower and lower. His shirt was tucked in, but she could feel more scars lining his back. She wondered briefly how he had done it, then turned her thoughts back to the moment at hand. She felt so right, so perfect in his arms. She had no flaws just then, nothing to hold her back. She had nothing to lose, and everything to gain.
Kurt ventured his hands along her narrow waist, seemingly knowing what to do on their own. They moved up, feeling the smooth skin underneath her clothes. She traveled further into the depths of his mouth, moving her body closer to his as well. Kurt fell back, but caught himself and Ororo, grasping her tighter. She pushed him onto his back, falling onto his bed. She climbed over him, straddling his hips, and then leaned forward to kiss him again.
Kurt knew what to do this time and he was the first to investigate the delicious area's of the goddess's lips. He nipped at them softly with his sharp teeth, somehow knowing it wouldn't hurt her as much as it pleased her. Ororo's breathing became heavy, and he found his was too. Something inside him began twisting and turning, and his stomach churned. She sighed with the rythym of his heartbeat, and she moved with the beat of his pulse. Suddenly, Kurt broke away, sitting up so that Ororo would fall away from him.
"Forgive me, Father," prayed Kurt, turning his back to Ororo. "I have sinned, Father, forgive me, please. I know not what I do."
"Kurt?" spoke Ororo softly. Her lip quivered and she bit back the whimper that was forming in her throat. The tears were gathering in her eyes, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold back the flood much longer.
"Miss Monroe, please," begged the teleporter. He couldn't bring himself to use her first name, couldn't bear to look at her. He fought the urge to vanish into the air and return some time later, but that would be cowardly and only hurt Ororo further. Kurt clasped his hands to his face and tried to calm the heaving of his chest.
"You don't love me, Kurt. Am I right?"
"I can't do this. Please, I can't." He shook the back of his head at her, and he began to rock gently, trying to stop from disappearing.
"I'm sorry, Kurt. I'm so sorry. I don't want to hurt you," whispered Ororo as she stood up, easing the bed springs. With one last look at him, Ororo Monroe looked back at the man who shouldn't have been in her dreams, and then left, tears guiding her away.
"I do love you," said Kurt, speaking so quietly he didn't know if even his own ears had heard it.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The stars had gone and the sky was now light, save the black rain clouds coming in quickly. Ororo had probably called them, he realized. Kurt could picture her white, frosty eyes as she'd called in the starlit darkness. And then he recalled everything and his pain started all over again.
He'd hurt her. He regretted almost every minute of it, with the exception of the feel of her body and his first kiss. He wanted her back in his arms, but he didn't want to sin, not again. Kurt pulled the dagger into his line of view, tracing the holy crucifix that had been melted into it. He searched for a place on his body not already scarred.
He found one, at the top of his left foot. It was dangerous, as was any cut, but he needed to bleed for Ororo, for his sins. Kurt held his breath as he pointed his hallowed knife, and then dug into his blue skin. He couldn't feel the pin prick of the dagger anymore, he'd long since become immune. He pluged deeper; he needed to feel something, anything, again.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," whispered Kurt, then watched as the crimson regrets flowed down.
Author's Note: I stayed up late to write again. Shame on me. (I actually write better at night though.) I hope you liked it. Please review!
And if you were expecting a better romance… say, a happier one, don't worry. I plan on writing many K/O fics. I just love them!!
And again, please review. How about cotton candy this time? ^^