Tails of Change [Revamping!]

35) Loss of Control

[Author's Note:

X-Men Characters in this Chapter: Nightcrawler (Kurt)

OC Characters in this Chapter: ______(Sorin)

*Italicized words are either German words or English words with a more Germanic spelling. Any words that are dissimilar to the English version (or a bit out of context) will have a translation appearing here:

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{11.30.2020} Revamped! New material!]

After the amusing breakfast with Evan, Sorin and Kurt met up in the library where they each settle into a lounge chair and read a book from their respective assigned book list. They break for lunch and for dinner, and sometime around eight decide to go back to their rooms. Sorin showers, subdued, trying to organize the information he's absorbed that day.

The next morning the summer training begins for real. He's up at six-thirty, and after a usual morning routine, Kurt leads him outside for his first Basic Conditioning. Seven-thirty to nine o'clock, Kurt instructs Sorin through various exercises: warm-ups, running, sprinting, sit-ups, pull-ups, stretches. Sorin is exhausted by the end, and while Kurt did many of the exercises with him, Sorin notes begrudgingly that Kurt barely looks winded at all.

Kurt informs him that he has his own physical conditioning routine to do, that he'd been moved up from Basic Conditioning several years ago, and that Sorin may be tired but he didn't do that bad for someone not used to it. They'd work on making small improvements all summer. That was the only criteria the Professor cared about: that you improved from the times and numbers recorded at the beginning of summer. Sorin could live with that. Kurt encourages him back inside, encourages a shower. Sorin takes the advice. Kurt stays outside to do his own routine.

That afternoon, Sorin does the second Danger Room tutorial. Tired from the morning, Sorin is a little slower in his reactions, but he is pleased when he passes that as well.

The next day is more Basic Conditioning, but the afternoon brings hand-to-hand combat, which to Sorin's displeasure begins with repetitive practices of punches and kicks in the air. For a whole two hours, he does various types of punches and kicks into nothing. Kurt does them with Sorin for a minute when showing him, but mostly watches. Every once in a while when Sorin hasn't got the motion quite right, Kurt will offer direction. When verbal direction doesn't work, Sorin is surprised to find Kurt's hands on him, repositioning him and guiding him through the motions correctly. Sorin is slightly flustered at the contact, but is too tired from exercise for his mind to wander.

That night, he recalls every place Kurt touched as he falls asleep to sexual dreams.

The summer weeks pass quickly. As they do, Sorin finds the early morning conditioning to be easier, and the Danger Room tutorials to be harder. The first week he gets used to the routine and Kurt introduces him to Rogue. She is nothing like her adoptive brother, except maybe that they both have accents, hers a strong southern twang. Her hair is brown with streaks of white, and when Sorin tells her he likes her hair, she gets flustered and reveals it was her powers that caused it. She wears a layer, or two, of clothing on every inch of her skin except her face, and there is a short discussion of powers in which Sorin learns that not only can she not control her powers, but any brush of skin to skin contact activates them. Hence: the layers, even in the summer.

The second week of summer, Beast returns from the camp and Sorin spends an hour every morning learning basic medical care: Medical I. He is joined by Kitty, who while much further along, is still in Medical I. After a few days, Sorin understands why. She complains more than she does. Sorin rolls his eyes at her whining and spends most of his Medical I hours focusing on his tasks, not interacting with her.

The third week of summer, Gambit returns from camp and introduces himself to Sorin with an almost theatrical, Cajun flourish, bow and all. Sorin doesn't see much of Gambit, but discovers that Gambit and Kurt run Danger Room sessions together every day that week. He stifles the pang of jealousy he feels at the news.

The fourth week of summer, Kurt informs him that this is Storm's week off from the summer camp. But Sorin sees nothing of her.

On the Friday of the fourth week, Sorin is quickly climbing down a wall in the Danger Room, a Level One, Escape session. It's his fifth Level One, non-tutorial Danger Room activity, one he was repeating from his failure the days before. Somehow he always got caught. Sure, he could use his invisibility, but that wasn't the point of the session Kurt said. Level One was about what you could do without your powers. Half-way down the wall, his hormones surge. He freezes, clinging to the hand holds, and clinches his eyes shut; the rush makes him dizzy. The wave passes and he continues down the wall, but after a few feet, another surge jolts him and he's falling.

The wind is knocked out of him and when he focuses again, there is a simulation guard standing over him with a bayoneted rifle at his throat. He's been detected again. Sorin contemplates knocking the gun aside and attacking the guard. If he gets in a fight with the guard will it draw others? Or if he can subdue the guard, can he still successfully complete this simulation? With his heat threatening to impede every action? Before he can make a decision, the simulation ends. Kurt has killed it from the command room. And then Kurt is hovering over him, pressing and prodding at his head and limbs, checking to see if he's okay. Sorin is. Nothing is broken, he didn't hit his head, he'd managed that much. He hadn't fallen far. Another surge of hormones rushes through him and with Kurt hovering over him, touching him, ghosts of his touch all over his body, Sorin can't take it.

In an instant, he's flipped Kurt onto his back, pressing against him, pinning him, kissing him.

Kurt's eyes are wide, but Sorin doesn't see, lost in his urges. But when Kurt's tail twines tightly around his, Sorin gasps, breaking their connected lips apart. His eyes are glazed with arousal as he looks down at Kurt. Sorin's eyes take in Kurt's parted lips, and his ears take in the heavy sound of them both trying to catch their breath. Kurt tugs at Sorin's hold on his wrists, moving slightly beneath Sorin. It's enough to stimulate a wave of arousal. Sorin makes a soft, short "Nnn" sound and presses his hips more firmly against Kurt's in an effort to still him. Sorin knows he's somewhat hard, and only likely to get harder if Kurt moves more. He knows Kurt must feel it against him, though he has no idea what Kurt is thinking. Himself? He's trying to rein himself in. He knows kissing Kurt was a mistake, a slip of his control. To get enough control of himself to remove himself from Kurt and get back to his room, Kurt needs to stay still. And Sorin is having a hard time speaking with the hormonal butterflies fluttering up to his throat, urging him to kiss, to suck, to bite.

Sorin groans and pushes his forehead into the crook of Kurt's neck. Kurt shifts again. One of Sorin's hands flies from Kurt's wrist to his waist, pushing down. Kurt gets the message this time and stills himself. Kurt's breathing has for the most part returned to normal, but Sorin is panting in his effort at resistance.

Kurt flips them, and in Sorin's surprise, gets off of him and teleports. Sorin is left laying in the smoky sulfur staring up at the ceiling of the Danger Room far above him.