Chapter 7

"Ah, Logan," Kurt smiled as he walked into the garage. Wolverine stood by one of the many cars, waiting for his blue friend to arrive. His unruly hair was relatively groomed and he wore a clean, well fitting red flannel shirt and a pair of neat brown slacks. The sleeves of his shirt were even rolled down and buttoned close.

"I am happy you are joining us for Mass mein friend. Ze service today vill be enjoyable."

Logan shrugged. He was not as devout and serious a church goer as Kurt, but for some time the two had enjoyed a measure of religious discourse together. Logan found, given all he had been through and the violent nature he so often felt, it was good to have a spiritual side when he was able.

Kurt stepped up to the car and pressed a button on the wrist band he wore. The lines of his form blurred for a moment, and soon a tall, average looking Human male stood where the striking Nightcrawler had been a moment before.

"I hate that damn thing," Logan growled. "Ya shouldn't have t'use it."

"It cannot be helped," Kurt said softly. "At least, not yet. Maybe some day I vill valk into ze house of God vithout having to wear zis t'ing. But now, it is necessary. I do not vish to alarm my fellows."

"Fellows. Tolerance and acceptance my ass," Logan spat.

"We Christians strive to be better zan we are, Logan. But ze good hearted have zeir limits. And besides, pushing people... even good people... it never ends well, ja?"

"Whatever," Logan muttered. He opened the driver side door to their car and looked up at his disguised friend.

"Anyone else comin'?" Logan asked.

"Ja," Kurt nodded. "Kia vill be joining us."

Logan's brow rose. "She Catholic?"

"Ja," Kurt smiled. "She often comes to Church vith me. Her fait' is strong. A good, pure woman, Kia. She is strong in ze Lord."

"Seems awful rebellious for a Catholic," Logan commented.

Kurt grinned widely and shrugged. "She loves ze Lord and ze Church, but she remains herself. Vat is wrong vith zis?"

Before Logan could reply the door leading into the Mansion opened and Kia stepped through. She wore a simple, modest blue dress and sandals. Her eyes went a bit wide as she spotted Logan, but she smiled as she walked to the two X-men.

"I didn't think you the Church type," Kia said to Logan.

"Coulda said the same t'you," Logan smirked. He glanced down at her feet and arched a brow. "Sandals?"

"They worked for Jesus," Kia shrugged with a grin.

Kurt laughed and patted both his friends on the shoulder. "Let us go, mein friends. Ze service vill begin vithout us."

"You look silly, Kurt," Kia commented as they got into the car.

"Told ya," Logan smirked, and pulled out of the garage.

Rogue sauntered somewhat unsteadily into the kitchen at the late hour of 12:30AM that Tuesday to get herself yet another beer, only to find Kia rummaging through the freezer.

"Don't ya ever sleep?" Rogue asked teasingly.

"I can't sleep without my chocolate," Kia muttered with her head firmly in the freezer, not even glancing back at her friend.

Rogue stared at her. "Ain't that just gonna keep ya up?"

"It's my nightcap," Kia giggled as she took a large carton of Rocky Road from the ice chest. She looked her friend up and down and raised a brow. "Have you been drinking, Rogue?"

Rogue grabbed a half-full box of cheese crackers from the counter and plopped gracelessly and somewhat unsteadily into the nearest chair. She flicked a long white bang out of her bright green eyes with a gloved hand, then stared at the glove sourly for a moment before placing it in her lap. "Ah've had a few. Ah'm gonna stop after this one. Probably."

"Mmm," Kia muttered softly. Then, for the sake of conversation, she said, "Charles told me a few students came to his office complaining about how much homework I give."

"Ain't the classes ya teach optional?" Rogue asked.

"Yeah," Kia nodded.

"Why're the complainin' then?"

Kia shrugged. "Because they're whiners. Charles reminded pointed out that I handed out a full syllabus the first day of class describing my class in full. He reminded them they could transfer if they didn't like it."

Then Kia shoved a giant spoonful of ice-cream into her mouth.

"Ya gonna punish 'em?" Rogue asked distractedly.

Kia shook her head as she ate her ice-cream, muttering something that sounded like, " I can't, he wouldn't name names. Damn him."

She swallowed and added, "Anyway, my class is punishment enough I think."

Rogue shrugged and threw a cracker into her mouth. "What else ya been up to?"

"Not much... how 'bout you? You doing okay?"

"Same ol' same ol'," Rogue muttered, crossing her arms. "Trainin' and teachin'."

Kia nodded and put her spoon down. "Why are you drinking? I've never seen you do that before."

Rogue shrugged again. "Ah'm lonely, frustrated, 'n horny as hell."

Kia gave her friend a surprised look. "Uh... are you sure you've only had one or two?"

Rogue shrugged. "Or three or four. Or so. Ah can't 'member."

" I guess 'three of four or so' beers were enough to loosen your tongue," Kia muttered.

"Ya asked," Rogue pointed out.

"Not... quite what I expected to hear... but I'm glad you're willing to talk to me. Even if what you say is x-rated," Kia replied. She stuck another spoon-full of ice-cream into her mouth.

"Ah wish for once Ah could be with a man," Rongue said, her voice wistful. She glanced up at the ceiling as if talking to herself.

"Ah wish Ah could feel a real cock," she continued unabashedly. "Hell, even if Ah could just put it in mah mouth Ah would feel better. Ah think Ah would really enjoy givin' a blowjob right now, Ah don't care what women always say 'bout it bein' a pain in the ass."

"Sucking cock can actually be very enjoyable," Kia said in a serious tone.

At that moment, Logan entered the room. Even without his acute senses, he would have heard Kia's words. He glanced at the girls and shook his head, smirking slightly as he walked toward the fridge, rustling inside for a beer. "Heard that one before."

Kia turned pink.

Rogue burst into a fit of giggles. "Kia! Ah neva knew ya had experience in that kinda thing."

Kia darkened from pink to beet red.

"What?" Kia muttered as Rogue doubled over.

"Yer Drunk, Rogue," Logan observed.

"Ah am not!" Rogue exclaimed, her eyes flashing. "Ah've only had... uh... five?"

"Yer a lousy liar, Rogue," Logan smirked. "Anyway, it don't matter. Truth is, there ain't a woman alive who really enjoys that. It's nothin' but a chore, far as all of ya are concerned."

"Hey!" the still bright red Kia balked. "I meant what I said."

"Sure ya did," Logan shook his head. He popped the cap off his beer bottle and took a sip. "I'd have to see it to believe it. But that ain't the point. Rogue wouldn't wish fer that if she knew what she was talkin' about. 'Course, I doubt she's even gonna remember any o' this tomorrow mornin'. Oughta teach her not to drink so much next time."

Rogue glared at Logan. "Ah'm sitting right here, Login."

Logan grinned as Rogue slurred his name. He tipped his bottle in their direction. "Night, ladies."

Kia eye-balled Logan as he left the room and muttered under her breath. Rogue glared after him for a moment, then suddenly began giggling and poking Kia in the arm.

"You're no help," Kia gave her a dirty look.

Rogue slapped the table and giggled even louder. "Oh, wait til Kurt hears! He thinks you're some kinda saint or somethin'! 'magine what he'd say if he knew ya like to suck cocks!"

Kia shook her head and sighed, then stood up and put her empty bowl in the sink.

"Logan was right," she said to her friend. "You're really drunk."

"Ah know, Ah know," Rogue muttered. "Ya'd get drunk too if ya couldn't touch no one."

"Probably," Kia nodded. "Don't drink too much."

She stepped outside the kitchen and paused, considering, then started down the hall.

Logan set the lights to dim, a soft removed glow that kept the dark at bay while giving his room a relaxed feel to it. His bed was spacious and covered in surprisingly soft navy blue sheets. The walls were a matching blue color. Here and there hung wall scrolls with Japanese characters upon them. A small, neatly trimmed bonsai tree was on his bedside table. Above the bed, high enough to be out of the way, was mounted a sword rack holding a katana in a plain black sheath. A small stereo was set in one corner, and a somewhat new weight bench in the other. A door leading to his walk-in bathroom stood slightly ajar on the right wall. It was a small, comfortable room. It was well suited to the man's personality.

He removed his shirt and threw it into his hamper. His chest was broad and corded with layers of thick, strong muscle, and his abs stood out prominently at his muscle thickened middle. Next off were his pants, revealing toned, thick legs that quaked with muscle. His body was covered in a layer of dark black hair. It was, despite its coarse and wild appearance, soft to the touch, much like the pelt of an animal.

He removed his boxers and threw those into the hamper as well, then slipped on a new pair. He let out a soft sigh. He had considered reading for awhile, but thought better of it. He may as well turn in early.

His ears perked up as he detected someone walking down the hallway. Of course, that was nothing unusual. With so many people —so many odd people— living in the Manor, a handful of folk were awake at all hours of the night. Some of the Mutants, in fact, were nocturnal due to their unique mutations. Many were just night-owls.

The steps grew louder as the person grew closer to his room. In a moment, they would pass by and soften, then fade from his hypersensitive hearing. Logan stretched and yawned. Another restless night in the mansion. What else was new?

The footsteps stopped abruptly in front of his door. A soft knock followed. Surprised, Logan got up and went to the door.

He opened it slightly, "Yeah?"

Kia stood on the other side. Her face was calm and even, but her eyes seemed restless, perhaps even nervous. She glanced over his shoulder into his room, then at him, then at the wall. Quietly, she asked, "Can I come in?"

"Be my guest," Logan replied and stepped away from the door. He retreated into his room and she followed. Behind her, the door shut firmly. Logan tensed as he heard the click of the lock.

"You didn't believe what I said tonight, did you?" she asked plainly.

Logan shrugged and tried not to appear too on edge. He didn't like that she'd locked the door behind her. He could smell her nervousness, and he didn't like that either. Normally by now he would have his claws out at the ready at these signs. But something wasn't quite right... he could smell her nervousness, yes... but there was no fear. No sinister intent. Instead there was a faint trace of something else he couldn't quite put his thumb on.

"It ain't that I don't believe you," he said distractedly as he subtly sniffed the air. "It just don't seem too plausible. Women don't enjoy that. 'Sides, you don't seem like the type."

"I want to show you."

Logan eyed her in stunned silence, fighting to keep his mouth closed. This was the last thing he'd imagined she was here for. Her attacking him in his own room had seemed more likely. Though he didn't know Kia well, from what Kurt had said about her and the little time they'd spent together, he hadn't expected something like this at all.

"Sit down on the bed, if you want to. If you don't, I'll leave," she added, still looking him in the eye. She paused, then spoke softly, "I don't want to, though. I don't want to leave until I show you."

"Is this some kind of game? I'm gonna agree to this an' then Rogue's gonna pop out with a camcorder," Logan muttered suspiciously, sniffing the air for the scent of anyone else nearby.

"It's no game," Kia replied softly. "I said I enjoy sucking cock and I meant it. I want to show you. But it's your choice."

Logan watched her. All in all, he found Kia very attractive. He had since he'd first seen her. He'd never felt the kind of vibe from her that welcomed his attention. That, combined with all the chaos and business since he'd returned had kept him from making any kind of advances. He eyed her, and after a moment, decided she was being serious.

He hooked his thumbs in his waistband and stretched it past his hips, then allowed his boxers to crumple to the floor.

Kia stared as his lower body came uncovered. His crotch was surprisingly sparse of hair. This was not to say he was bare, but by comparison to the amount of hair covering the rest of his body, the hair between his legs was relatively thin. His cock, even though it was only just beginning to stir, was quite an impressive sight. It had generous length, but more impressive was its width; it was a thick and wide muscle that was beginning to swell to an amazing girth. The head was large and purple, the rim of the corona wide and thick.

His cock was half erect and rapidly rising, the skin stretching taught and smooth over the shaft as blood filled the enormous muscle. It pulsed and flexed involuntarily as it became hard and rigid. It stuck out at a relaxed angle from his body, not too high and not too low. It was straight as a post, pointing directly towards Kia with the swollen purplish head, the wide rim of the crown becoming more and more engorged, making the head take on a mushroom shape. Kia guessed it to be some nine inches long, if not more, and easily over three inches wide.

"So prove it," he said, his eyes cool, almost detached, as if daring her. He made no move to sit as she had suggested, but stood staring her in the eye, his breath even and relaxed as his shaft pointed at her tauntingly.

Kia looked down, "If that's how you want it."

For a split second, Logan thought he might have upset her. After a moment, however, Kia dropped easily to her knees in front of him. The pink tip of her tongue ran along her lips, wetting them carefully.

She leaned slightly forward balanced on her knees, and placed her right hand firmly around the base of his cock. Without hesitation her lips parted, and his cock slid into her mouth. Logan smiled to himself as she slowly, steadily gulped the length of his shaft until her lips nearly met her hand. Her lips press softly against him and her mouth felt warm and wet. He could feel his head resting against the back of her throat.