Sparks Fly

Kurt felt like he was being suffocated when he woke up. A stinging heat was rubbing at his fur and scratching into his skin. The blankets he had wrapped himself in against the cold New York night air were now trapping his body in an insufferable warmth.

Even when he kicked the too-hot covers off of him, heat lingered across his skin, forming a growing pain that refused to cease. On his nightstand Kurt could just barely make out the figures 2:37 AM in the neon red light of his alarm clock.

He attempted to scratch at his arms and legs, digging into them to try and soothe the nerve cutting sensation crawling across his flesh. Unfortunately his swiping only blemished his skin, making it raw, hot, and quite possibly bloody.

Kurt gritted his teeth, only just aware that his fangs were elongated without his direct approval, and making a bloody scrap of his bottom lip. The furnace inside with plowed through his pores and insulating with his fur. His body bent and twisted on the mattress scrunching and releasing bunches of the sheets beneath him. A growl of dissatisfaction shot out of his throat at the sensation. He felt like his own body was suffocating him. It took all he had not to scream.

It was too hot. Too boiling, brewing, sizzling, hot!

Kurt's snarls of discontent slowed down into a whimper of desperation. The fire was sharp and potent in his veins. It hurt to move, and it hurt to stay still. His breathing had became shallow pants of hot breath in the surrounding air, only feeding the flames that singed his soul.

His chest twisted inside him from the pain, and his thoughts turned biblical. Was this the Devil's Snare? Had judgment day come for him? What else could this horrendous feeling be but Hellfire reaching out to burn his soul?

Kurt continued to twitch and shake on his bed sporadically. His acrobatic trained form twisted and contorted in ways Kurt briefly wondered if potentially harmful to his spine. He tried to sit up, maybe grab a glass of water from the kitchen, but the moment he even attempted a sharp pain sliced into his lower torso.

The blue mutant hissed from the tightening ache and fell back onto the mattress with a groan. A small prayer for mercy escaped his thoughts before Kurt finally fell into an exhaustion induced sleep.

Unfortunately it didn't last long. For the next few hours Kurt would go in and out of sleep, facing a new lash of this invisible fire striking him from the inside out. It was only from eventual tiredness taking hold did Kurt receive reprieve. His sheets were damp from sweat. His arms ached and his head pounded in his ears. Throughout the night Kurt prayed, asking for salvation, for forgiveness onto what he did to deserve this unholy torment, for mercy from the heat licking at his mortal coil.

Eventually, after a long night of struggle, the pain would start to secede just slightly, until eventually the heat was just barely bearable and Kurt fell into a deep and finally restful slumber.

You couldn't help but groan as you exited Professor Xavier's Mutant-Human Relations course and trudged down the hallway. This last exam was brutal to put it lightly, and worse was that awful mind shielding Xavier always did to hinder any students from cheating. You understood why he did it, you just hated the killer headache it gave as consequence. Your electrokinetic mutation made it especially irritable, abling you to feel the telepath's direct interference on your brain's electric currents.

Still, at least you were done with exams; end of semester treat meant that classes ended before lunch today. Now was the time to lay back, relax, and enjoy the weekend before all your classes started over with brand new topics to stuff your brain with.

"Y/N, can you wait a moment?!"

A polite, albeit stoic request made you turn around to see a familiar red clad brunette known walking up towards you, unamused scowl in tow.

Wanda Maximoff.

"I apologize for bothering you. But I need to speak with you." Wanda explained in that stony voice she always seemed to carry. Unlike her twin brother, Wanda was much more reserved and appeared rather condescending at times. You observed that she normally kept to herself, having just started attending the Institute in the recent months. It was rather odd that she was speaking to you of all people.

"Not a problem Wanda." You said, attempting to ignore the ache in your temple for the sake of being polite. "What's up?"

She quirked her eye. "I was wondering if Kurt is alright. He wasn't at breakfast or second period and we have a project to finish next week."

Perhaps it was your paranoia, but her voice was suddenly taking to big a switch to sweet for your comfort.

"If he's sick I'd be fine with working with him in his room." She smiled. "I thought you might know. "

*Ah! So that's the game.* You thought. It was a personal flaw you hated to admit, but you were a jealous person, though you preferred the term 'protective'-especially when it came to people you cared about, and Kurt was at the top of that list.

And Wanda was pushing at your 'protective' button.

Still, it was best to stay polite, so you smiled with her. "Yeah I noticed he wasn't at breakfast, but Kurt likes to sleep in so-" You shrugged, a simper on your lips. "But I'll ask him when we have our lunch date and we'll get back to you."

Okay to be fair, the emphasis probably wasn't needed, and you almost felt bad about it. But that thought quickly switched to satisfaction when a sharp flicker of red flashed in Wanda's stare and the tight-lipped frown returned at your response.

BAMF

You smirked as the sound of broken air hit behind you. Kurt had such good timing.

Truth was you already knew something must have been going on with Kurt when he didn't show up during the last class change. It was a semi-tradition for you two to meet up between classes to vent and chat, kiss and cuddle, until the inevitable sound of a tardy bell would separate you once again. Lucky Prof X was your last class of the day.

"Hey blaubeere." You felt his arms around your waist tighten at the nickname, only making you smile more. "I missed you."

His head found the crook of your neck and he hummed "Missed jou more." before adding a peck on your neck.

Your breath hitched, and a sudden heat rose to your cheeks. That was unexpected. Kurt was no stranger to affection, but that was a little bold for a greeting.

"K..Kurt?" A stutter broke out of you.

Wanda cleared her throat. Oh yeah, you forgot she was there for a good minute.

"Kurt, I didn't see you during class." Her smile returned. "I wanted to know when we could work on our project."

You felt Kurt's head scuffle in your neck, the shifting of his hair making you giggle into him.

His mouth formed a smile at the sound. "Jou sound cute liebe." He kissed your neck again. "Bezaubernd."

"Uh Kurt?"

His grip on your body tightened, and his head whipped away from you.

"Not. Now." He growled at her.

You didn't have time to react before a silky tail wrapped your arm and the world turned cloudy at the sound of a BAMF.

Unprepared for the sudden teleporting, you accidentally got a puff of blue smoke in your mouth. You started a coughing fit as your body cursed the bitter tartness biting on your tongue.

Kurt's grip on you loosened and you felt his finger start to rub your back softly, patiently waiting for you to grab your bearings. Small muttered apologies and kisses were littered around you face as the rotten lemon taste of smoke cleared through you lungs..

"Forgive me schatz." He kissed your ear. "Don't know vhat came over me."

You regained your breath and returned a kiss to his cheek in retribution. When you did this, Kurt slowly pulled his head away from your neck, only to replace it with one hand around your collarbone and the other finding itself delving into your hair. His tail found a home around your waist.

His eyes finally met yours and you gasped.

They were red. A deep, bloody, crimson, red, where there usually shined a golden canary yellow. The only time you knew Kurt's eyes darkened to that firey ruby hue was whenever he was upset or on edge-a fact you found out only in the worst of circumstances. It was a tell-tale sign that something was bothering him.

Your own eyes blinked and softened and you placed a hand on his cheek. Your thumb moved to subtly caress one of the scars indented into his skin.

Kurt relaxed under your touch, and the hand that was on your neck left to embrace your palm. He felt warm against the chilled skin of your hand. With his tail's gentle tug, he only held you closer.

"Liebling..." Kurt whispered, eyes remained scarlet and desperate.

"What's wrong Kurt?" You asked, using your free hand to move some of his hair from his face. "Is something bothering you."

Your lovable blue boyfriend heaved a sigh, and removed your hand from his cheek.

"Nothzing schatz." He rubbed your knuckles for comfort, leading them up to his lips to kiss. Kurt eyed you slyly. "Not as long as jou are here."

Your blush returned, and with it the pitter patter of butterflies in your stomach. This all may just be a ploy to divert the subject, but Kurt was being too suave and utterly romantic for you to pass up.

You giggled bashfully, always so easily flustered. Sure you could tease and flirt on your own, but the moment Kurt started to dish it right back, you turned to a mushy love puddle.

He knew it too.

That must have been why he leaned down to press his lips to yours, using both his hands and tail to keep you in place. Usually you were the first to offer up, but in that moment you found yourself pushed into the wall with Kurt's tongue licking for entry. The shock and enjoyment of it all made you open without hesitation.

Quickly, before it became an afterthought, you directed your electric charges down your stomach. You'd have a stomachache later, and probably wouldn't eat dinner, but it was better than electrocution.

Thank goodness you closed off your currents when you did. Because, oh God, please help you when you felt a fang hit on your bottom lip. A tender nibble was all it took and you grabbed hold of his neck to keep from falling.

Six fingers gave soft impressions into your back, rubbing up and down the sides. You could hear a deep groan come out of him, and accompanied with a moan of your own.

You didn't know, nor did you care what spurred this on. Instead, you were going to enjoy the ever pleasant moment.

In need of air, Kurt broke it off, leaving you to catch a few deep gasps to fill your lungs. You felt him nuzzle back up into your neck, returning to what he tried to start earlier and pepper kisses up, down and across sensitive (s/c) flesh.

You squeaked in surprise at the feel of his tongue tasting up your neck. He chuckled at the noise and kept licking.

"Mein süße maus." Kurt laughed as he continued. "Ich liebe dich."

A sigh escaped your throat at his words making you lean back onto the wall. You loved whenever he spoke his mothertongue, it sounded so beautiful and natural. He was relaxed, in his element, not trying to pronounce tongue twisters or understand american jokes. Just being himself, and doing so with you.

"Mein blaubeere." You whispered to him, using your own knowledge of his language, limited as it was.

Kurt moaned at your attempts all the same; his licks and kisses turned to nibbles and sucklings. You gasped, the sensations sparked your insides and left your limbs weak and gooey. Kurt was so mortified the first time he gave you a hickey, now he wanted to decorate you with them. A warmth was spreading across your entire body, tingling your toes and fingers. Everything was spinning and you were along for the ride.

He was picking up speed, rapidly switching between teeth and tongue across your neck and down to your shoulder; the two of you were pressing harder back against the hallway corner. Your inside were sparking like a fizzed out fuse, veins charging like a lightening storm, the world was turning hot and dizzy. In an effort to respond in kind, you ran your fingers through his hair and played through his scalp. Something firey warm and hard was starting to hit down at oh so nicely onto your sensitive-

Your eyes flew open and a choked gasp left your throat.

"Ku-KuRT!" You cried, flinching and grasping desperately at his hair.

He moaned at the tugging sensation.

You shook your head, trying to distance yourself, but Kurt wasn't having it. He growled and only held on tighter.

"Ich brauche dich!" He hissed into your ear, licking down your jaw. "Bitte."

His words struck you that Kurt's actions were not of his normal behavior. You getting worried; this needed to stop.

"Kurt! Kurt-oh plEASE!" You squealed as he kept nipping your neck and hitting your core. ""StOP! STOP! Kurt I NEED you to. Stop."

You transferred a tiny spark of electricity down your throat.

"Ah!" Kurt settled down and took a step back, effectively snapping out of his state.

Your elf carefully placed a finger on his lip where he had a minor sting then looked back at you. His eyes were still red but no where near as dark and lustful. Instead Kurt blinked at you, confused and quite possibly more scared than you.

Watching the wheels turning in his mind, you could see recollection had slowly flooded back to him. Eyes widened into absolute terror. He slowly backed away.
"I...I..." It was all he could stutter up, absolutely mortified.

Your heart melted for him, he was getting the wrong idea. But when you reached out, he only backed further. With a huff, you quickly grabbed a scared hand and traced the symbols with your thumb. You weren't letting him BAMF away from this.

"Kurt, it's okay. You're okay baby." You gave a squeeze of assurance, despite still trying to convince yourself of the same ordeal. "Really."

But Kurt didn't look convinced. "But I..." He swallowed nervously. "I-just, just lost it there for a minute...I don't-" He was stumbling, keltered off balance with words failing to string into any coherent sentence. Despite it, you understood.

"Kurty, you just caught up in the moment." You muttered, still holding onto his hand, now clammy and still warm. The dear thing was sweating bullets. His entire body looked like it was boiling in the heat, and that red jacket he loved to wear, wasn't doing him any favors. "Its natural. It just means we're growing in our relationship." You tried to explain, hoping to pull him away from whatever dark thought were stewing in his brain.

"Jou told me to stop and I didn't!" He hissed, red eyes flaming back at you. "If jou hadn't shocked me-"

You made quick work to lunge him in a tight embrace, unable to bare the guilt in his eyes a second longer. A high heat flooded from his skin onto yours. Kurt tensed for a moment before finally relaxing into you. You tightened the hug, making sure he knew you weren't afraid. "You got excited blaubeere." You stroked his back. "Trust me, love and passion are not crimes."

Guilt spiked your chest. The truth was, you really enjoyed it a lot, and if it were up to, you probably would have just suggested teleporting to a bed instead of a wall and finish it there. But this wasn't up to you alone. You stopped for Kurt, not for you.

"I know you said you wanted to wait and I'm fine waiting as long or as short as you need too." You nuzzled into him. "I love you."

"And I love jou." His words vibrated his chest and you sighed. The two of you had only one full on conversation about sex in regards to your relationship. A year ago, the question came up and you and Kurt were prompted to sit down in his room and discuss it in regards to you as a couple. It was shy and awkward, especially given how incredibly sheltered the two of you were raised, but by the end you both had come to an agreement.

Kurt wanted to wait until marriage, and you assured him he was worth the wait. Never would you try and push him or demean him. His overall happiness with you was worth so much more than a temporary bliss he would regret later in life. As long as you could still kiss and snuggle him, you were content.

"Just promise me-" You pulled away slightly, allowing him to see the smirk that reached your face. "When that special time comes, we don't choose an empty hallway as the venue."

The attempt of easing the tension gave Kurt the chance to weakly chuckle in response. At least he wasn't try to flee away from you, ready to berate himself a demon, a monster, and who knows what else. "Now I bet if we hurry, we can meet everyone for lunch." You took hold of his hand. "Maybe convince Petey to give us some of his secret twinkie stash?"

*Wow, Kurt got over that fast.*

This thought came to mind now that said adorable mutant had you seated in his lap, his tail wrapped around your calf, and his face currently nuzzling into your hair.

The two of you were seated in a circle among the rest of your friend group in a particularly sunny area of grass outside. At the moment Jubilee was ranting about some reality show she had been binging. Jean was offering a few bits of commentary but you seriously doubted it was because the red head actually watched the show and wasn't just taking trivia from Jubilee's memory in order to keep up conversation. Ororo at least seemed partially invested in it, though you personally wasn't a fan.

Instead you snuggled deeper into your blue body pillow/boyfriend. The attention he was giving you today was a little bit overkill, but no less alluring to your affectionate side, and really who were you to complain? Especially when he'd purr every time you so much as touched skin with him...so adorable.

Still, he was being rather touchy, and more worrisome was that his skin still felt overtly hot underneath you.

It was early spring in New York. Everyone was either in a sweater or under bundles of blankets.

*Then again...* You thought. It occurred to you, that perhaps he was used to it. After all he grew up traveling across Germany and its surrounding countries all year round in caravans and tents. In theory this could be ordinary weather for him. *Or maybe he has a natural thermal body heat like Mystique does?* You pondered that theory as well. It was all better than the alternative.

You bit your lip. "Hey Kurt?"

"Hmm?" He peaked dazed, his hands now lazily tracing shapes on your jean clad legs.

"You feel warm?" You blurted out, reaching out to take his fevered hand into yours. "You're not getting sick are you?"

"No way!" Jubilee shot, breaking eyes with Jean to gasp at you. "I can't get sick. I have a date tonight!"

"Uh..." Jean swallowed, eyes darted between you two; you could tell the prim and proper young Jean Grey was very uncomfortable with the PDA you were displaying. "How was Professor Xavier's exams? Did he give you guys a mental mutant wall in your periods during the test?"

"Oh yeah!" Jubilee bounced. "It was like that weird feeling you get when someone's watching you, but 10 times as bad and-

Kurt groaned and huddled deeper into your skin. His hand squeezed yours.

"Everything okay Kurt?" Scott asked, looking up from behind red shades and a car magazine.

"Fff-fine!" He muttered in your hair. Nurturing instinct took over and you raised your hand to cradle his head, still buried into your side. At the corner of your eye you could spot the subtle movement of his tail whipping around, almost tangling itself. A restraint from him spiking someone with the spade no doubt.

"You sure dude?"

In a whoosh of high speed wind, Peter appeared out of no where, jolting you from the shock, out of Kurt's lap and earning a laugh from the speedster. "Cause you look like-

"I said I'm FINE!" Kurt jumped to his feet, teeth bared as he growled back at him. "So just stop it Peter!" The spade of his tail flared, ready to attack anyone who got too close.

"Kurt." You mumbled, placing a hand on his leg, down in your sitting position. This was not like him.

Immediately his eyes went to you, round and puppy like-the way he looked whenever he got caught in the midst of a practical joke or some other form of trouble. He crouched down to your level, and you could see his bottom lip tremble. A look of sympathy and forgiveness for his misdeeds.

You were far too soft on him; you ignored any possibly questioning. Instead you sighed, gave him a peck on the cheek and allowed him to grab you back into his lap. His mood immediately brightened once you returned to your intimate position and Kurt gleefully returned to cuddling you, curling his tail around your tummy.

"Don't you dare tickle me mister!" You pointed playfully.

"Hmm." Kurt hummed, placing a peck on your cheek to match yours. "Maybe liebling."

You heard a low whistle from Peter. "O-kay then." He zipped past you and in between Ororo and Jean. "I'm just gonna sit here then."

Perhaps out of sheer awkwardness, no one dared to say anything, though you defiantly noticed Jubilee had shifted a good foot away from your and Kurt's side, and Ororo wasn't loosing any of the tension in her shoulders.

Jubilee coughed. "That reminds me, hey Y/N? Can I still borrow your notes for last week when I was sick?"

You chuckled, and sat up slightly, gently hitting against the tail still loosely wrapped over your torso. "If sick means standing in line for concert tickets, then yes."

Her pouting only made you laugh more as you grabbed for your bag beside you and looked through its contents fruitlessly.

"Huh, must have left it in my room." You looked up to Kurt. "Would you mind grabbing it off my desk Blau?"

Kurt responded with another sad puppy dog look, clearly uneasy at the idea of letting go of you. It wasn't until Peter, with his face stuffed with some little debbie product, offered in his stead that suddenly your elf was off in a fit of smoke, before Peter could even finish his offer.

Now alone, you saw some of the tension leave your friends.

"Jeesh, when did Kurt go all alpha?" Jubilee breathed.

"Yeah!" Peter crossed his arms dramatically like a child, a piece of whipped cream still coating his chin. "He growled at me! Like a mad dog or something."

"Who is acting like a dog?" A deeper voice growled out.

Peter made that his cue to run off, leaving the rest of you to deal with 'Professor Logan' on your own. He was one of your specialized combat trainers. The guy had arrived at the institute not too long ago. You knew he had a past with the Professor Xavier, but the details were a mystery to everyone on campus, you included.

What you did know was that he was as tough as a rusty nail in fresh wood.

Logan eyed your little circle with uninterested navy eyes. But when he glanced over at you he paused. You noticed how stiff his posture became; Logan stopped and sniffed for a moment, like he caught a bad stench of something. From what you could gather Professor Logan's mutation gave him animal like tendencies; atavisitc, was the word like Kurt or Dr McCoy. Maybe he was picking up on something you simply couldn't. Hopefully it wasn't dangerous.

"Is everything alright Logan?" You asked. Only the younger students called him professor.

"Hmm." Wolverine narrowed his eyes and walked over towards you. "Something don't smell right around here. You don't have any pets in your dorm do ya?"

You blinked at such a bizarre and out of left field question. With a shook head you replied. "No, its against school policy unless for grave exceptions."

He continued to glare at you, as if silently arguing your credibility at telling him the truth. Finally he gave a last "Hmm." And took a step back.

"Be careful girl." He warned.

Before you could even begin to question if your professor had just threatened you, a familiar scent of sulfur hit. Now that was a smell you didn't need Logan's nose for.

BAMF the sound touched the air.

"It was under your sketchbook liebli-"

Kurt paused, his stance stiffened and his tail flicked up as he slowly moved in front of you, creating a block between you and Logan; your sketchbook fell to the ground forgotten. Eyes sharp as blades and red as blood were carving a glare into Wolverine.

Turning your head at an angle you could see Kurt's canines had become elongated, poked out and on display as he sneered at the professor.

And then all Hell broke loose.

Kurt jumped first, but by then Logan's claws had already been unsheathed, ready to defend off the teleporter. Wolverine growled threw a Nightcrawler off of him into the grass a few feet away, before he could do any damage. In response Kurt whipped his tail and thrashed around, gaining a few solid swipes again his face and arms. It only took a moment between hitting the ground and teleporting up into the air, before Kurt was once again whipping his body in attack.

It only spurred Wolverine on; his metal claws slashed in whatever direction Nightcrawler was before it was replaced by a mere puff of smoke. His body jumped and bent in the way only years as a trained acrobat could.

"Easy Elf!" Logan snapped, barely missing another jump by Kurt. "Easy! I don't want to hurt ya...too bad.."

In turn Nightcrawler only snarled and growled. Remnants of human speech would escape randomly; words like "Don't touch!", "Mine!" and "Go avay!" were spat out and reached your ear. Everything else was jumbled.

Logan was easily leading his defenses in a way that forced the two of them away from anyone else, everyone at this point was heading back into the manor or doing their best to stay out of the way on the sidelines. All eyes glued to the scene, no one was missing this fight. You didn't even realize what happened until after Peter had taken you several yards away.

You blinked at the feeling of cement beneath your feet instead of grass and gave Peter a stony glare. He just shrugged and took his hands off your shoulders. Apparently Scott, Jubilee and Ororo were inside looking for any other faculty that could handle the Nightcrawler or Wolverine without causing any harm.

You were about the ask about Jean too, but Peter turned your head back to the fight several feet away from you, and the glaring red hair of Jean's flying as she began making her way towards them. From your spot so far away Kurt and Logan looked like little blurs of color jumping and floating across the yard, you could just barely make out the glare of the sun bouncing off Wolverine's claws and all with the hope they didn't catch onto your boyfriend's flesh.

Maybe you were right before; maybe Kurt really was sick with something and it was making him angry, or hallucinate, or maybe it was affecting his mutation? As the blurs dashed and slashed a momentary thought went to Jean who you hoped wouldn't get caught in the crossfire. What was she even planning on doing without Xavier to help.

You saw her hand raise high in the air, and with it Kurt's body froze mid offense attack.

"AH! LASS MICH LOS!" You heard him cry. "LASS MICH JETZT GEHEN!"

Your heart ached at the picture of Kurt in the air, screaming and slashing several feet above the ground, only able to move his head and barely wiggle his hands or feet. It made you sick, he more closely resembled a wild animal in such a state. For a split second you thought maybe Jean was hurting him as well, if not intentionally.

Daring to look down for a moment, you could see Jean was struggling to keep him up there, already her knees were buckling. You wanted to force her to let him go, to stop his suffering, but Peter was quick to hold you back from even trying, even adding the warning that if you didn't stay back he'd drop you off in Reno and leave you there.

Eventually you saw Professor Xavier wheel down to the courtyard with Dr McCoy where Jean and Logan patiently waited, and Kurt still being held up against his will. You were too far to hear, but you got the gist. Xavier put a hand to his head and concentrated on Kurt; eventually you could he stopped thrashing around. The Professior waved to Jean and you saw your boyfriend being slowly led back down to Earth and into Hank McCoy's grasp, now unconscious.

You turned to Peter expectantly, a silent plead for him to let you go without a fight. The speedster rolled his eyes and with Kurt already in the Professor's safety, lazily waved you to pass. This was not an invitation you took lightly, and you started booking it down to the courtyard.

"Professors!" You cried, electricity bouncing off you with every step. "Professors wait! Please!"

Xavier paused, implying everyone else should follow suit. You caught up with them and took a breath. You were right, Kurt was now asleep in the doctor's arms. But something was wrong; his breathing sounded shallow, his skin and clothes were drenched in sweat, and his body had a slight twitching movement to it.

The sight hurt. "Kurt..." You whimpered, reaching out towards him.

"We are taking him to the medical bay immediately Ms L/N." Xavier explained, and turned to McCoy. "Hank, please see to it that Kurt is checked for any ailment. Have blood work, blood pressure, and a brain scan for mutant activity. And please keep him in a bed with restraints."

"Restraints!" You cried. "Professor, is that necessary?"

You were ignored. "Logan, I need you to go to the danger room to retrieve Raven and have her be present during testings."

The canadian mutant rolled his eyes and turned around to follow instructions. It bothered you how indifferent he seemed after such an abrasive attack.

You scowled. "But Professor-

"Y/N, I need you to listen to me." The headmaster said eerily seriously. His eyes bore into yours, a deep navy color that almost looked black at times. "Kurt is going to go through simple medical procedures, nothing of the extreme just yet. We must unfortunately restrain him for the time being until we know why he acted so violently."

Xaiver took one of your shaking hands into his own. "With luck it may just be a small hiccup that can be remedied. But I must ask to look into your mind and see things from a first person point of view. Can you allow me that?"

You swallowed; it was a perk of your mutation that with the electric current in your brain, you were able to block telepathic intrusion. A wall of mental prowess is what Professor X had coined it when you first arrived years ago. You had the luxury of choosing who could access your thoughts, a benefit not many mutants had without outside help-Magneto's helmet came to mind. His requests to enter your head were fundamental in your trust in him, and even in present time Xavier and Jean together had only been in there a handful of times.

But for Kurt, anything. You nodded and focused on the wall you built inside, the one presently protecting your thoughts from others. Slowly you pulled and tugged at strands of electrical currents, and little by little they came unraveling like the threads of a tapestry carefully being dismantled.

Xavier smiled at you and it told you he felt the block being lifted.

You gave the Professor permission to go inside your head, at least just to see the last twenty minutes. Inside your mind you relived what you thought had been a normal lunch break that quickly turned into an all out cage fight across the lawn. You saw Wolverine question you about an odd smell, you saw Kurt snapping at Peter and Jubilee, you saw how worried Jean looked and how warm Kurt had felt. But then Xavier went deeper. You found yourself back in the hallway after class, back to the kiss, back to the heat, back to the-

You immediately re-connected to your brain's electric center and flared it, only a mild number, but it was a warning. Xavier got the hint and quickly you could feel his presence leave while you resewed the tapestry inside your mind.

"I see." The telepath sighed and turned his chair in the opposite direction. "I will join the others in the medical bay. We will inform you if anything happens. Thank you Y/N."

His tone concerned you. "I'm coming too!" You exclaimed.

"I cannot allow that at this moment Y/N." He paused to turn his chair and look at you. "For your own sake."

"Kurt would never hurt me." You spat, insulted by what he was implying.

The Professor only started to wheel away. "Kurt would never do a great number of things in his regular state, including randomly attacking a faculty member."

"But-

"You can argue all you like Ms L/N." Your headmaster cut you off. "But my decision is final. Should you try to go in there unauthorized, Logan will promptly escort you back to your room."

His words cut sharply; this decision was final. Your shoulders slumpt defeated, you felt helpless. In a strange way, it was really partially your own fault Kurt was like this. If only you had mentioned something sooner.

The professor made quick work excusing himself and leaving you alone in the hallway with your thoughts.

In that moment, all Kurt could think about was how beautiful she looked. Her body had been delicately draped within a navy blue gown cut so low it left very little to the imagination. Her hair was down, a look he personally preferred to the erratic ponytails, up does and assortment of hair clips Jubilee and Kitty always seemed to find for her.

But when she touched him, suddenly all other efforts of thought were gone. She felt cool against his skin, a lingering touch reminiscent to the late autumn nights he'd spent back in Germany, camped outside, reveling in a delightful chill that brushed underneath his fur and made him shudder.

Y/N pulled him closer to her, and before Kurt could comprehend what was happening, she was under him.

Her e/c eyes were bright, daring him to make a move and Kurt was happy to obliged. He felt his lips cover her own and delve into her mouth releasing more of that soft and gentle breeze into his lungs. Kurt couldn't get enough, rubbing at her sides, her face, anywhere her skin allowed him access.

He didn't know, nor did he really care to know when or how it happened. All that mattered was his nude form over hers and how the chill of her naked body covered him everywhere. Kurt moaned at the sensation.

"Kurty..." She mumbled. Y/N's voice was so demure in his ear. Her hands explored him, cooling off the fire unraveling beneath blue flesh. The sensations made him feel weak.

Kurt kissed up her neck and licked down her jaw. She was so sweet to taste. A euphoric ice trail tingling every nerve ending on his body. Kurt needed more.

*Ah!..Ooohh Kurt! Please!" She whimpered at his ministrations.

Her body was flushed beneath him, gripping on tight with her nails scraping over his back in a delicious sting that made him quiver.

*"Kurt, please...oh, oh oH" Y/N mewled against him.

"Y/N." He continued, but it wasn't enough. The heat was still there, hard and pounding deep within him crying out to be released.

"Liebling." He rubbed against her, finding the source of the fire desperate for ease and eager to find it in her.

Her voice continued to ring out in a mantra of his 'Kurt' 'please', and an array of vowels to follow. As Kurt worked on easing the flames inside, his lips made sure to lick and suck, working to catch each and every moan and gasp that cascaded from her throat.

"Oh my liebling..." He rutted.

*Kurt...please Kurt, KuRT!*

*KURT!*

"KURT!"

"Huh.." Kurt mumbled.

"KURT!" A different voice broke through to his eardrums, one deeper yet more polished and refined. "We need you to wake up now Kurt."

The blue mutant groaned, wincing at the bright light glaring onto his closed eyelids. His back ached on the stiff mattress he was laying down on and the strong smell of rubbing alcohol burned the fuzz around his nostrils. When he tried to sit up, Kurt felt something hold down his arms. Against his better interest, the blue mutant blinked his eyes opened, ignoring the pinkiering ache it gave him. He was in a hospital bed, the familiar mint green walls and polished beige floor tile told him he was in the Institute's medical wing specifically. On his arm was a needle taped into a vein and leading to an IV bag filled with an oddly colored green liquid.

"Welcome back ."

The nightcrawler turned to who spoke to him. Professor Xavier smiled softly in his chair, seemingly relieved for Kurt's safety. Dr McCoy stood behind him, clutching a clipboard in his claw. His expression was much more solemn, and that didn't bode well to Kurt.

"Feeling any better Kurt?" McCoy asked.

Kurt blinked, slightly confused at the new realization. He felt...fine; not hot and sweltering like he was starting to feel since that morning. Something cool was flowing into his veins, like ice on a hot plate. He remembered how he felt earlier, hot and itchy, like sandpaper was rubbing into his skin. He remembered holding Y/N close, how the buzzing in his head had started to die down when she touched him, and all he wanted to do was hold her closer, consume the bliss she gave off.

He remembered how much relief she gave him-her presence alone was soothing this sweltering ache beating through him. He also remembered being angry, hating it whenever other people were talking, how annoying and condescending it felt to be around them. Everything was bothering him, and only Y/N could give him what he needed.

Then it crossed his mind-Kurt also remembered the rage he felt when Logan was near. Wolverine had been standing so close to Y/N, so close he could smell him. It made Kurt furious; the only scent on her-on his Y/N-his relief, should be his own! It was like he was a mutant possessed. His tail, teeth, claws, ready to rip Wolverine apart! State his claim, make a statement, a warning for anyone who dared try to get near what was his!

Kurt's head was aching from the memory. Shame filled his being. He didn't understand where these horrid thoughts were coming from. For the years he had known Y/N, not once would Kurt dare to 'claim' her, like she was some sort of possession. If she gave herself to him, he had already given himself to her.
At the moment Kurt felt the cold string of reality hitting him. How sinful he must be to act this way; he almost killed another mutant in an act of jealous rage!

"...Kurt?" A hand touched Kurt's shoulder.

"What's happening to me!" Kurt choked. "I didn't...didn't mean for this to happen...I-

*"Its alright Kurt"* He felt the voice of the professor in his head. *"We understand this must be difficult. But you must listen very closely. What is happening is not entirely of your own control."*

"What?" Kurt muttered out loud.

Dr McCoy cleared his throat to gather Kurt's attention. "Well, we've um-" He flipped through the papers on his clipboard. "We have done some research and have come to a relative conclusion."

Kurt stared up at him expectantly.

"Well...if I must be blunt." McCoy drawled. "You are in a heat."

"Heat?"

"In theory, we've concluded that with your body becoming fully developed by human standards, your human hormones have triggered chemicals within your X-gene to give you a makeshift heat...or rut more appropriately. This has caused your entire body to rise in temperature, heighten your senses, and induce rage and territorial behavior."

Kurt felt like his head was spinning. The way he'd been acting, and that dream...

"Can ve do anyzhing?"

"Well the fluid in your IV is keeping you calm for the moment but it is only temporary." McCoy stalked over to Kurt's side where the IV was still injected into him. "After doing some research we've achieved only two main options for you."

"Vhat are they?"

"The safest option I recommend is staying in your room throughout your heat. Get blankets, pillows, comfort food, anything and everything to make yourself more comfortable. It should only last for another week or so. " The doctor's stare became sadder, almost regretful. "But I warn you it will be the most painful, though the safest."

Kurt's eyes narrowed. "So just stay in my room and suffer through it?"

"We would check on you of course." Hank offered, though it wasn't helping his case. "I can offer small dosage pain killers, and sleep medication, but aside from that there is no way to properly stop what is happening. It is simply nature."

The news made Kurt groan and slumpt back into his bed with helplessness. He was not looking forward to another week or so of having to go through this. Such intense heat burned him through the core, so much so it was downright painful at times; even now in the medical wing Kurt could feel the fresh licks of warmth tingling against whatever cooling agent was in his IV.

"You said there was a second option." He looked up desperately.

Hank took a step back, eyes reaching the ground. "...yes. I've discussed it with Professor Xavier and we both have come to the conclusion that the second option should be available, but only between you and Ms. L/N if you both so choose. I realize you two have been in a relationship for a while now. " The doctor cleared his throat and straightened his glasses. "The second option would be to...in short to go about the heat institutionally. If I may be bold enough to say so, through a mate."

A spark of flame hit Kurt at the sound of such a word and he was sat up in an instant.

"You mean for me and Y/N to-" A sinful thought picked Kurt's mind and he groaned from the sensation it gave. His mind flashed back to his dream.

Hank must have chosen to ignore it out of respect. "Yes. And if you would like to discuss it with her, I can bring her in. If not, I recommend keeping yourself as far away from everyone else until you can move past this."

Xavier nodded. "Yes, whatever you choose you will have the full support of the Institute." He gave Kurt a hard stare.

"But the choice is yours."

It was killing you. You paced nervously in your room. It had been three days since Kurt had attacked Logan. He had been immediately taken into the medical ward and you were shooed away back to your own room with no explanations or information. A few hours later you begged to see him, only to be once again foiled by a member of the institute's faculty-this time in the form of Mystique.

She explained in the cool, demanding tone she always carried. Kurt was, under no circumstances, allowed to leave his room, and you were under no circumstances, allowed to see him.

Three days since you've been sent away from his room, since you've seen your beloved Blauberre. He hadn't been to class, you hadn't seen him in the halls, outside, even in the medical ward. As far as you knew Kurt had been locked in his room this whole time-caged like an animal.

*Was he sleeping okay?*

*Oh my gosh, has he even eaten?*

Concern drove out basic logic, and you presently stormed yourself over to the boys dormitory. It was still the afternoon, meaning you wouldn't be driven out for another six or seven hours for curfew.

You knocked on his door.

Nothing.

"Kurt?" You called out, adding another knock for good measure. "Kurt please just talk to me."

"Go avay Y/N." His voice was mumbled, almost a whimper.

That scared you, so you kept going.

"Kurt, just let me see you. Just so I can see you're okay. I'm really worried about you."

"Jou can't come in." He said quickly. "Not right now."

His voice was becoming breathier, shorter. "You don't sound good Kurty. Please," You pleaded. "Just let me check on you."

"I can-can't!" You heard what sounded like scratching at the door. "-let you in." A groan hit the air followed by a loud *thump* at the wood. "Can't..."

His rejection stung. It was clear from the sounds in his room that the poor thing was in pain. You wanted to see him, comfort him if you could.

"What's wrong Kurt. Just tell me what's wrong. I'll understand."

You put yourself on the door, hoping he could better feel your presence.

"You say you can't let me in. But I can't just leave, knowing you're in pain." You sighed and went again to try the knob. Still locked.

"I don't want you to suffer. Is there anything I can do to help? Anything?!"

For a split moment you thought Kurt was actually going to let you in. You felt the knob being grabbed on the other end.

"STOP!" You heard him snarl from his side and a loud bang came from the other side of the door, slightly shaking it and forcing you to move an inch away from it.
"P..please..I..just-" His voice was barely above a whisper. "-can't my schatz."

His last pleas cracked and chipped at your heart. You wanted so badly to storm the room, to hold him in your arms and make all the darkness surrounding him fade away from the light you had to give.

The last thing you would ever do was risk hurting him.

Tears welt at your eyes, but you brushed them away. Whatever was eating him, obviously wasn't something he thought you could remedy.
"I love you Kurt." You mumbled softly. "Ich liebe dich."

Nothing else was worth saying and you admitted defeat. Your hands slid away from the door, tracing wood grains with your fingertips before you eventually walked further down the hallway, back towards your all too empty room.

You refused to cry, it wasn't as though Kurt was mad at you. As his girlfriend you would always support him, but you would also respect his privacy when he asked. It just hurt to feel useless in the face of his suffering.

By the time you reached your own room, you just wanted to sleep. You wanted to lie down under the covers and ignore the rejection and hopelessness of your situation.

Suffice to say you were shocked to see a beautiful, blue nightcrawler staring back at you when you opened the door. The same door you found your back hit against in the quarter of a second it took for Kurt to press his lips to yours.

Everytime I've kissed my liebling, I could only consider it a blessing. The feel of her lips on mine, the *taste* of her, I was starved for it. Soft, plump petals, each with the hint of vanilla lip balm drew me in.

My nose found itself into a stray lock of her hair-her beautiful hair, soaking up the sweet scent of her. My liebling, my schatz, my everything. I tried, as the Lord is my witness I have tried, but no longer can I carry on without her.

I made Y/N cry for me. That is a sin I am more than happy to atone for.

To make her understand exactly how I feel about her.

I knew it was wrong, in my head I knew that. Afterall I was condoning the deadly sin of Lust, and worse, about to pull Y/N down with me.

But another part of me, something deeper, something I knew in my bones, my veins, my heart- was that this was all too right. Was it just my natural instinct, the nature of a devil? I didn't know, and for once in the last few days, holding onto Y/N, I honestly didn't care.

All I cared about was her.

Though her little jumps and squeaks were a delight to observe, it was when she relaxed and molded into me that I loved the most. It only further proved what I've already known. This, between the two of us, was right.

She opened her lips to me, enticing me for the taste inside I've long been overdue.

So eager. So perfect.

These last few days, despite my endless prayers, all my thoughts could turn to was that beautiful dream, and that wonderful moment together in the hallway.
Her body pressed against me, the sounds she made, the things she made me want to do.

I groaned inside her mouth, playing with her lip, I felt Y/N brush her tongue against my fangs. It was like a switch, a moment of release onto my instincts. She was pinned beneath me, eager and open.

Y/N moaned and my ears twitched.

Her pleasure was the most important.

"K-Kurt?" I heard her mumble in-between kisses. It was lovely, but it also gave me a moment of clarity. She was here for a reason; the way she talked it melted my heart. My liebling was worried, she cared about me. I had to tell her the truth.

It was official, you were in Heaven. The affectionate boyfriend you craved for the past three days was finally back in your arms. His tail wrapped around your waist coaxed deeper; under him you felt secured and loved, only loved.

Then you felt him pull away again. Though disappointed, the sudden access to oxygen was not on you, nor by your desiring lungs, giving you a few shaky breathes.

"Y/N!" Kurt sounded as breathless as you felt. "Before ve continue...as I hope."

Your heart fluttered at the proposal.

"I need to be honest. I'm..." His face was flushed. "I'm not myself."

His statement made you pause, and briefly had you thinking back to the possibility your Blaueberre was sick.

The confusion on your face must had been enough and Kurt began to fidget to explain.

"Y/N, I'm in heat. These last few days everything has been too loud, too harsh, too hot!" When he gazed up a your, a small speckle of gold glimmered among the red of his iris. "Everything except for you." Kurt pushed himself forward, wrapping himself around you. "When you're around I feel at peace. You put out the fire my liebe. You bring me salvation."

From under his breath you swore you heard him growl and his grip became firm. "But when there are others, I need to hold you closer. Every time I'm around you its like I can't keep away. You're all I can think about, all I want."

"You keep me sane mein Y/N." You heard him mumble. "Please...please send me avay. If you vant me to go, please tell me now before I can no longer restrain."

You felt dizzy from the information. Kurt's skin was warm against you, tiny beads of sweat tingled on your electrified flesh. It all felt so good, so natural. As you pieced everything together, the truth became clear. Kurt was in pain and would continue to be in pain unless you intervened. He desired your comfort, and in your eyes, he was welcomed to all you had to offer.

"Oh Kurty." You cooed, wrapping a hand into his soft black curls. "I love you so much. I trust you."

You felt him sob into your shoulder. It made your heart ache. "B-But I..." He was shaking. "I don't vant to take advantage of jo-"

"No Kurt." You pulled his head away from your shoulder so that he would look at you. "That isn't what this is. I love you, and I want to help you." You smiled at him. "I want to take care of you. But if you don't feel comfortable then I understand and I will wait if you want to wait. Just don't think that anything we do together or don't do is for 'my' sake. Because right here and now, you have all my permission."

As your words left your mouth you could see the flakes of amber float seamlessly into the red in his eyes, now depicting the shade of blood orange. But they looked no less eager.

"Vhat I vant, is to make love vith jou for the first time, once I have made jou a bride."

His hands covered your own, still warm to the touch. "Zhat is zhe vay I believe to be intended for me."

You moved your face up to his, feeling his breath against your chin. "Then I will wait for the aisle." You muttered, with a sly grin on your face. "But that doesn't mean I can't still care for you now. That I can't still please you through your heat."

When you pulled away it was merely a few inches. But from Kurt's love struck expression, you might as well had left the continent.

The sight of it made you beam. "Now let me take care of you...please."