Todd moodily skipped stones across the small lake, watching the smooth ended pebbles skim the surface three or four times before sinking. Turning one over and over in his fingers slowly, rubbing his slightly calloused fingertips over the water-polished coolness of the stone, and suddenly wondered just how much of a weapon Gambit could turn the rock into. He’d seen what the Cajun could do with playing cards; would stone pack a larger charge? Make a bigger boom? Very silently he agreed with his innate caution that he would make an effort not to find out, and threw the stone in the way that would see it flip across the still surface like a swallow scudding across the blue of the sky.

“Guten tag!” Kurt’s cheerful voice echoed in his ears moments after the bamf, smoke from the teleport curling away on the faint breeze. Todd turned slightly, dropping the pebbles still in his hand and catching the odd shape of Kurt’s three-fingered hand in his. The holo was still on, but he could feel the truth of the fur sitting below the illusion of pale pink skin.

“Hey, dawg,” Todd drawled, grinning.

“Look, I brought burgers!” Kurt’s grin matched his, pushing a fast food bag into his webbed hands. “You eat, I’ve had mine. Couldn’t ditch Bobby for a bit and had to talk with him.”

“And how is the Popsicle?” Todd asked, opening the bag as they sat down on the grass together. He grinned slightly as Kurt’s tail coiled around his ankle, as if making sure he couldn’t run away. Not that he was planning on running at all. Opening the bag, he reached inside and leaned his head back slightly to receive a kiss, graze of fangs along his lower lip as Kurt chuckled into his mouth. With a flick of his thumb, he depressed the button on the holo and watched it flick away to reveal the true Nightcrawler. Blue, furred and more then slightly demonic in appearance.

“Oh, he’s fine. What, getting nicer in our old age, are we?”

“No way, foo’, just...pumping ya for information. If the Iceman’s off his game, better for the Brotherhood to know, you get me?” Todd unwrapped the burger and started to devour it hungrily. To put it bluntly, his table manners left a lot to be desired. Kurt sighed slightly, smile suddenly gone. After a few more bites, Todd looked up, swallowed what was in his mouth and tilted his head to the side. What had he done *now*? “Wassup, dawg?”

“I wish you wouldn’t even joke about that,” Kurt said softly, dropping his eyes and plucking grass blades from the ground idly. “I know we’re on different teams, but...”

“I get it. It’s cool, yo. But I don’t like most of the people on your team, Kurt. You know why. Probably better then even I do, since Wheels wiped a lot of it from my *head*.” Frowning, he attacked the burger again and grabbed the drink Kurt had brought along, washing suddenly rancid tasting fast food down his throat. The German boy sighed and moved to sit behind Todd, wrapping his arms around the other boy’s waist and tail holding onto one leg. Todd crumpled the wrapper from the burger in one hand and dropped it into the bag as Kurt leaned his slightly pointed chin on his shoulder, breath tickling the hairs on Todd’s neck.

“You shower this week?”

“Yeah...that’s why I wasn’t here Monday.”

“You know, we have got to find a soap that doesn’t make you sick...I’ll ask Herr McCoy about it, he might know something.”

“Hey, ain’t no need to go discussing my bathing habits with no doc, I don’t care how freaksville he is,” Todd said sharply, leaning back into Kurt’s arms slowly and feeling them tighten around his waist.

“Just give him a try – he’s really very nice and I don’t like doctors either.”

“Eh, whatever, dawg. I know you’ll end up doing whatever your fuzzy blue elfishness desires.”

“Do you remember...?”

“Uh huh.” Todd turned, feeling a pleasant shiver race down his spine as Kurt licked the curve of his ear. “The one thing I de-*sire* is blue boy’s fuzzy head. So c’mon, dude...” Laughing, Kurt let himself be forced down on the grass with Todd straddling his waist and hands on his shoulders, the shorter boy leaning in for the beginning of a thorough make out session. Lips met, opened to let gently questing tongues inside, and Kurt’s hands trailed down Todd’s back to rest on his hips as they kissed slowly and deeply. It wasn’t often that they both got a chance to escape from their respective teams and responsibilities, so they took advantage of the moments when they came.

“Off,” Kurt murmured, tugging at the hem of Todd’s shirt and receiving a breathless chuckle in return as Todd sat up for a moment, pulling the ripped t-shirts over his head and dumping them on the ground. Leaning up again, he licked quickly over one pale tan nipple to hear Todd groan, wondering as always at the darkness of his hand against the pale milkiness of Todd’s skin. Such a contrast. If he had been an artist in any sense of the word, he’d like to paint it, the whiteness against dark blue fur, something...like something out of an Impressionist painting. Blurred streaks of stellar white against a midwinter night sky. A quick pull and roll, and he’s the one on top, dragging his own shirt off and throwing it near Todd’s before lying down on top for some more kisses, both gasping as fur met skin properly for the first time.

“Fucking *yes*, elf,” Todd hissed into Kurt’s pointed ear, wrapping his legs around the other’s waist and pulling him down, a long drawn out moan escaping his lips as their erections met, denim to denim. Kurt murmured something in German, grinding his hips down against Todd’s and biting down his jaw, leaving small red marks behind as his fangs nipped creamy skin. Todd groaned as he tilted his head back, working his own hips to meet Kurt’s thrusts, fingers digging into the fur across Nightcrawler’s shoulder blades. Felt good. Felt *damn* good, like fire was flaring through his veins.

“Uh, Todd, Todd, ja...” Kurt whispered fiercely as one of Todd’s hands ran down his back, chipped nails scraping through the fur delicately, still moving and thrusting as they rubbed against each other like cats in heat. “Bitte, Todd.” He almost snarled, baring his fangs for a moment as Todd’s thumb pressed down heavily on the clump of nerves just above the base of his tail, eyes rolling back in his head as he gasped helplessly with pleasure.

Todd grinned with what was almost triumph; he found that spot quite accidentally on one of their earlier mutual grope and swap spit sessions, and knew it was just about guaranteed to send Kurt off into orbit. If he was feeling particularly wicked during a fight, he’d always make a point of hitting it at some odd moment. The glare Kurt gave him always promised volumes of pleasurable punishment later when they were alone, and even if they hadn’t gone exactly all the way yet, he had the feeling that pretty soon, maybe they would... “Pants, man, pants,” he muttered, twitchy clumsy fingers struggling with the button on his own jeans, and Kurt almost yelping a laugh as he pushed his own baggy pants and boxers down to his knees. It was pretty deserted out here and they were in a hollow. Someone would actually have to be *looking* for them to find them. With a few random expletives, Todd managed to get his down as well, already so close and nearly crying out with the feel of Kurt pressing back down, ignoring the incidental scratches from stones hidden in the grass and concentrating instead on the far more welcome sensation of Kurt’s erection meeting his. “Next time,” he grunted into Kurt’s neck as they resumed their wild writhing, “bring a fucking blanket, yo. I’m going to have scratches on my *ass*...”

“And we couldn’t have that, could we?” Kurt commented in a teasing, breathy voice, hands moving down to cup said ass, still thrusting into the groove of Todd’s hip, pale long, loooong legs wrapped around his waist. Todd laughed huskily, giving the sensitive spot at the base of Kurt’s spine an extra little rub for emphasis and running his nimble thief’s fingers down the line of the tail. “Uh, Gott, *Todd*...” He buried his face into Todd’s neck, licking and biting the white skin there and tasting the sweat that was running down the other boy’s face into the curve of his shoulder, hips jerking forward uncontrollably and thick fingers tightening around his waist, nails digging into the paler skin under his hands.

“Oh, fuck, y-yeah,” Todd gasped, letting his head fall back and closing his eyes, panting and getting lost in the feelings that they were producing between them. So good. Probably a sin to feel this good with one person, but fuck, he’d been headed on the slippery slope straight down from the moment he’d been born. He didn’t deserve this; Kurt was someone genuinely good and he was just surburbia white trash, blue collar born and more then vaguely criminal. He clutched spasmodically at Kurt’s back as he came with a quiet yell, broken nails catching in the fine blue fur and holding Kurt to him tightly.

Kurt moaned, feeling Todd’s release on his stomach and slide stickily down his side, thrusting harder now and seeking his own climax. “Todd, bitte, mein Gott...” He kissed Todd hard, fangs grating against teeth, drowning his moans in the other boy’s mouth as he came with a stuttered groan of Todd’s name. They lay there for a few moments, lazily kissing and basking in the afterglow. After a bit, Todd pushed Kurt off him.

“Get off me, man, I have stones digging into my ass, it’s fucking *painful*, no matter how blissful the after fuck warm an’ fuzzies...”

“My poor liebe,” Kurt cooed mockingly, rolling off Todd and reaching for the discarded fast food bag. Getting a few packets of wet wipes out, he started to briskly wipe himself down, throwing one to Todd as well. The blue-furred teen had to work a bit harder to get the come off his stomach and chest, but he hoped absently that the chemical smell would fool the Wolverine’s nose when he got home until he could get to a shower. So far, he’d been lucky to get nothing more then a few suspicious looks. He and Todd fought often enough in the eyes of the teams, put on a very good act of hating each other intensely in public that probably Wolverine just wrote it off as the lingering scent of a skirmish away from the eyes of the rest of them. Or, at least Kurt hoped he did so. After a few moments, they dressed each other, pausing for kisses and gentle touches. “So, when do you have to be back?” he asked absently as they curled up together again, the edge of urgency taken off their being together and able just to lie down and pretend they were any other couple, taking time out from the world together. Just lying down and arms around each other. He closed his eyes for a moment, arms tightening around Todd and wishing fiercely that they weren’t on separate teams, that a place like Bayville wasn’t so intensely homophobic and that they could. Just. Be. Out in public together.

“Lance couldn’t give a fuck, yo,” Todd sighed, knowing what was passing through Kurt’s mind and wishing the same. “Quickie’s out on another of his dates, Freddy’ll be watching something on the tube by now and Lance is probably watching it with him. Man, I dunno who this chick is, but I think Pietro’s finally serious about someone. Won’t tell us a thing though, the silvery haired bastard,” he muttered.

“Well, maybe he just doesn’t want anyone to pry?” Kurt offered delicately.

“I’m betting that the girl’s a normie and Piepie’s afraid Daddy’ll flip his lid when he finds his one and only son making the beast with two backs with some straight human chick,” Todd said cynically. “And if that’s the case, I don’t blame for keeping it quiet. But she ain’t saying nothing either, so I don’t think it’s someone at school. Which just goes to show he’s got some sort of brains tucked away in that pretty boy head of his...”

“Mmm,” Kurt said agreeably, licking over a darkening lovebite he’d left on Todd’s neck. “I can’t think who it would be either. I wish him luck.”

“Well, as long as he’s busy with his bit of sugar candy, he ain’t worrying about what I am or am not doing out of his sight,” Todd murmured, lacing his fingers around Kurt’s where they were settled on his waist. “Because god damn, is Pietro one hell of a nosy little fuck.”

“Oh, are we forgetting who else is a nosy one, eh, mr I watch at windows doing my best Spike outside Buffy’s window impression?” Kurt chuckled, bumping his forehead gently against Todd’s, who was scowling in embarrassment of being reminded about his stalkerish behaviour before they’d finally just *talked*. Realised exactly what was going on inside each other’s heads. And decided to take that chance that maybe, this could work despite everything.

“Wrong fucking window, man, I’m telling ya. Shoulda been Xander’s,” he muttered, rolling his eyes and grinning at the sheer silliness of the discussion.

“Oh yes, I’ve heard this argument before.”

“Buffy should be staked and then chopped into itty bitty pieces,” Todd explained with a serious face. He looked down as Kurt’s tail coiled itself around his arm, just above his bracers, which had never actually managed to be discarded during the frantic session on the grass. He grinned slightly at that thought, before continuing his argument: “I mean, look at School Hard, man. Angel totally gave Xander to Spike, and there was definitely chemistry sparking there.”

“Shouldn’t the reformed monster get the girl, once in a while?”

“Oh, he did, dawg. Angel got Buffy, so Spike should get his own piece of tail.” Todd nodded slightly, sure of his reasoning in this. Kurt just laughed and hugged him closer.

“Whatever you say, liebe, whatever you say...”

And it was enough to just lie there under blue sky.

“So. Watership Down…” Kurt prompted gently after a long pause. “I should really help you on this.”

“Yeah, let the German scholarship boy help me with English,” Todd snarked, running his fingers across Kurt’s arms. “Dude, I’m an idiot. You should get over trying to help me and move on. Move on, I’m serious,” he said with laughing bitterness to Kurt’s vehement denial. They scuffled on the grass, still just two teenage boys when all was said and done, rolling over and grappling for the best positions. They wound up at the base of the gentle slope, Kurt on the bottom and Todd twisting his arm up behind his shoulder blades and sitting on his back.

“Ach, *Todd*.” Kurt tried to move and yelped with pain as Todd didn’t let him.

“Just a sec, Fuzzy.” He looked up and around warily, feeling that something, somewhere was off but he didn’t know what. He could feel it prickling the back of his neck. Kurt muttered curses in German into the grass, tail tip lashing from side to side in the unkempt wild lawn that led down to the shore of the small lake as Todd froze. “Something’s wrong...”

Something was.

“Magneto is going t’ be pissed at ya, runt,” Sabretooth snarled, one clawed hand smacking Todd off Kurt’s back. Kurt disappeared in a puff of smoke and the feral growled in frustration as his swing hit air instead of a warm body. “You just bought yaself a whole passel o’ trouble, punk.” Todd hit the ground, gasping for breath and feeling blood trickle warm and wet down his sides from the gouges Creed had inflicted. He hoped the older man cleaned his nails or something, because if they got infected it was really going to be a bitch. He struggled up onto his hands and knees, getting his feet under him and looking out from under his uneven fringe to try and find out where the fuck the feral had gone to. An immense fist slamming into the side of his head brought him the answer in a blaze of pain.

“Todd!” Kurt cried out, as the pale-skinned boy dropped like a stone and Creed shook him like a terrier with a rat, huge hand wrapped around his throat. Dispassionately, Kurt noted in a small part of his mind that wasn’t screaming with terror for Todd’s safety that the older man wasn’t trying to break Todd’s neck. Or the boy would already be dead. His toes curled tighter around the branch he was crouching on, and he bamfed out of there. Appeared midair as he smashed one pterodactyl shaped foot into the feral’s hard head, twisted and bamfed again, leaving a cloud of smoke on the breeze. Sabretooth shook his head and snarled, before quickly raking his claws down the centre of the amphibious teen’s body, blood leaping to the surface of the wounded skin to try and create a protective scab, and the blond giant licked it off his claws consideringly, before he threw the kid away and spat in disgust.

“Tastes worse then the Wolverine...and he tastes like shit,” Creed informed the horrified Kurt, and then went at the German with a snarl and both hands out to grab. The intent to maim and cause some serious possibly fatal damage was clear. But the hulking man never really had any other objective when faced with an opponent.

Bamf!

Kurt picked up Todd carefully, feeling sick at the amount of blood that was soaking the two shirts, and spilt on the ground already. Barely a few minutes after. He could see the white of Todd’s rib bones and the blood was running out everywhere, all over and Kurt hiccuped a moan. Sabretooth turned and one hand was coming down, claws fully extended as the elf and his burden disappeared in a haze of smoke.

“God fucking damn it,” Creed cursed, then turned away, amber eyes slitted and moving away from the blood splattered ground in the easy prowl of a jungle cat. “Fucking stupid little cunt rags...”

 

 

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