Title: Captain Blood and the Great Cookie Caper

Author: RabidX (Rabid_x@yahoo.com)

Website: http://www.wrssproductions.com/boilingpoint/

Rating: NC-17 for m/m sex

Pairing/main characters: Nightcrawler/Beast

Series/Sequel: complete

Summary: Kurt gets hurt and receives medical attention from Hank. Kurt repays him with cookies. ;>

Disclaimer: These guys are Marvels. I get feedback, not money. I can live with that.

Notes: For the 24 hour challenge set forth by no_1112000
I hope this works! This is set at some point after the Professor's return from jail, during his more hard-core days (Remember his mental test of the team?) Mostly AU however. And anyway...I ramble....

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Captain Blood and the Great Cookie Caper

By RabidX

 

It was all it took, that one little mistake. One miscalculated *bamf* and Nightcrawler was in the wrong place. He'd neatly avoided one of the swinging, grasping metal arms only to teleport to what he thought was a safe place. Then another, moving faster than lightening it seemed, slammed into his back and propelled him across the room to smack into a wall like a blue, furry bug. He slid down the wall, landing boneless and unconscious on the floor.
"End scenario!" Wolverine screamed, smelling blood. "Hank, get in here!"
As Hank rushed over to his fallen comrade, Wolverine jerked his hood back and glared up at the control booth. The Professor looked blankly back. Training hard was a good idea, but this...
"Who the fuck changed the settings?" Wolverine snarled, knowing damned well who. "Th' fail-safes are off!"
"I want everyone to understand and be prepared for what is most likely coming." The Professor said, with aggravating calm. "If everyone isn't alert..."
"Oh t' hell with that! We're not in here ta kill ourselves! This is a training session, not a slaughterhouse!" Wolverine stalked over to Hank and Nightcrawler. "You better hope he's o.k.!"
~~
"I tell ya, Hank, it's like Chuck don't even care." Logan groused as he watched Hank work. "How is he?"
Hank sighed. It was so much easier to work in peace. To work without Logan breathing over his shoulder.
"I will be able to tell you the full extent of Kurt's injuries when you see fit to remove yourself from my way." Hank said. "Honestly, Logan, I understand your concern about the Professor, but mine is with Kurt right now. Now shoo."
Logan allowed himself to be shooed away, grumbling that he'd better go have it out with Chuck. Hank didn't care, he just wanted to finish his examination. A few pokings, x-rays and proddings later, he reached his conclusion. Kurt was suffering from a bruised set of kidneys, three cracked ribs, a few assorted deep tissue bruises on his back and face, a concussion and he had bitten his lower lip, piercing it with two neat little holes from his fangs. Nothing life threatening.
"Thank whomever for small favors." Hank mumbled.
"Are you done poking me, mein freund?" Kurt whispered groggily.
"Hoo!" Hank jerked around. "Well, now that I have had my heart jump-started, you naughty elf you!"
Kurt started to smile, then stopped as he felt the pain in his lower lips. "Ow. Was? That hurt. I hurt." He looked at Hank, his face pitiful.
"Well of course you do. That was quite a hit you took. Honestly, I am surprised you aren't hurt more. I attribute it to your exceptionally flexible spine." Hank helped Kurt sit up more. "Now what you are going to have to do is rest."
Kurt felt his face. "I haf holes in my lips."
Hank chuckled. "And bruises on your kidneys and a knot on your head. You, in short, have been pummeled. Now rest."
~~
After reporting Kurt's condition and admonishing the Professor for not telling everyone about the lethal levels, Hank returned to the quiet solitude of his lab. He had gotten to the point that, being so caught up in his research, he rarely ventured upstairs when anyone else was awake. It wasn't like he was trying to distance himself from everyone, he just couldn't bring himself to face them fully until he had a cure for the Legacy Virus. There *had* to be one.
"Ach, there you are!" Kurt exclaimed as Hank walked in.
Hank stopped and smiled at the welcome. "Well aren't we feeling chipper already! Did you eat anything?"
"Ja. Ororo brought me some soup, just as you ordered. I sipped delicately." Kurt said, fluttering his eyelashes. "Held mein pinky out with every spoonful."
"I have no doubt you were the picture of courtly charm." Hank chuckled. "Now, how are you feeling? Do you need any painkillers?"
Kurt pondered. "Nein. I shall be fine for now. I *would* like help up so I may go to the bathroom."
"Oh my, of course!" Hank rushed over and helped Kurt, gingerly, to stand. "I shall help you to the toilet, but I think..."
"Ja, I'll take it from there." Kurt said, watching Hank...Hank! His doctor!... blush. "Unless you think I will need the help?" He asked innocently.
"Well I know you have voice enough to call for help." Hank hrumphed, helping Kurt to the bathroom. "And let me know if you have any blood in your urine."
Kurt grimaced as he closed the door. "Delightful."
Moments later, Kurt emerged, holding his taped ribs. Hank helped him back into bed and pulled the covers up.
"There now, my son. All snug and safe. Shall I read you a story?" Hank asked, patting one three-fingered fuzzy hand.
Kurt laughed, then held his head. "Oh that hurts!"
"Yes, well, like I stated before, you have a concussion. I can give you some ibuprofen, but nothing stronger right now." Hank said, rising.
"Please. Maybe the whole bottle. Oh I hate this!" Kurt moaned.
"Tut-tut, you're young and strong. You'll be up and about in no time!" Hank brought over a few pills and some water. "Now, was there blood in your urine?"
Kurt moaned again.
~~
2 weeks later
"No more stiffness?"
"Nein."
"Back to full flexibility?"
"Um, mostly."
"Well, I told you it wouldn't be long. You are one of the quicker healers on this team." Hank smiled. "If you promise to be careful for a few more days, no heavy lifting or tumbling, I will pronounce you free to go."
Kurt placed a hand on his chest. "I swear, by my Captain Blood poster, that I will take it easy."
"And if you don't, I will take that poster. It would look smashing over there." Hank pointed at a blank spot on the wall.
"Then I will be sure to give you no reason do take my beloved poster!" Kurt said, springing up and bowing. "The challenge is met!"
Hank shook his head. "We'll see, my exuberant young friend. Now off with you! I have bedpans to clean!"
Kurt bowed once more and bamphed away. Hank ran his large hands through his hair and walked back over to his work. It had been nice to have a companion down here. Someone to chatter with, to share small triumphs and, more often than not, disappointments. Not that he'd advocate his friends getting hurt just to have someone to talk to, but it was nice to have his mind on something else.
~~
Kurt turned off the television. It was late, the classic movie marathon was over, and everyone else had gone to bed. There was just one problem. He wasn't tired. He had gotten too used to waking at odd hours down in Medical. Too used to having someone to talk to when he did.
"Two weeks and my schedule is off again!" He grumbled to the room.
He walked to the library and stared at the books. Nothing caught his eye. He bamphed up to his room and looked at his videos. Nothing. He went to the kitchen, walking this time, just in case someone was there. No one there and nothing in the refrigerator particularly appealed to him. He peeked into the cookie jar. It was full of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. He smiled. These would do.
As he poured himself a glass of milk, he had an idea. Humming to himself, he piled cookies on a plate, pour another big glass of milk and set them on a tray. Adding his glass, he bamphed down to the labs.
Hank heard the unique noise of Kurt's teleport and turned in his chair. "What do I owe..." He sniffed. "Are those cookies?"
Kurt smiled. "Ja, someone was nice enough to make them. I thought you might like some while they are still around."
Hank rubbed his hands together happily. "Well pull up a chair and let's have cookies."
Kurt set the tray down. "I am not interrupting you?"
"No. I'm pretty much stymied at this point." Hank said, dipping a cookie in milk. "Quite frankly, I think this thing is going to beat me."
Kurt watched his friend. He could see the defeat creeping along Hank's broad shoulders. Hank had surrounded himself with so much death that Kurt was beginning to wonder if it was beating him in more ways than Hank knew. Hank was a caring, consciences man, who always put the needs of others before himself. He used to have fun, however, living life fully. Now he was locking himself away down here.
"Maybe if you stepped back for a bit," Kurt began. "Stepped away and let what you know just... ferment or something."
Hank shrugged. "I don't know if I can afford to."
"I don't know that you can't." Kurt said, standing and walking behind him. He started kneading the broad shoulders. "You are going to waste away if you don't take a break. Feel this!" He prodded. "Your muscles are tight enough to break your neck! You need a rest, if even for a few hours or, Gott verboten, for a day."
"I don't know... ooo... right there!" Hank moaned as strong fingers found a knot. "Maybe a few hours..."
Kurt smiled to himself and kept kneading out the knots and tight spots along Hank's neck and shoulders. He became fascinated with the differences in Hank's fur from his own. Longer, thicker and more wiry than his own, it was none the less soft. It had waves and curly spots as well. It slipped through his fingers like silk, making him wonder what it would feel like pressed against his.
Kurt blinked. Had he really just thought that? His hands ruffled Hanks' neck fur up and he grinned. Yes he had. Not a bad thought at all. What would Hank think? And did he have the courage to find out?
"Um... I could do this better if you took that lab coat off and laid down." Kurt said, stepping back.
Hank stretched, joints popping. "As long as I can still eat cookies."
"Well I won't feed them to you, but we can put them in reach." Kurt said, taking the plate and setting it on a table next to one of the hospital beds. "This do?"
"That will do perfectly, my hirsute masseuse." Hank said, shrugging off his lab coat.
Hank flopped face down and grabbed a cookie. He munched contentedly while Kurt resumed his massage. He couldn't deny that it felt good. Wonderful even. Kurt had strong, agile hands and was putting them to good use. Six fingers probed, rubbed and stroked relaxation into his muscles. He couldn't help but groan appreciatively.
"I take it that's good?" Kurt asked.
"Oh my stars and garters, yes." Hank moaned. "If I had know you could do this I would have asked long ago."
"Well now you can ask me anytime." Kurt said.
"Be careful, I just might." Hank said around another cookie.
"It would be good for you to relax more often." Kurt said, scratching the fur along Hank's spine up the wrong way. Hank moaned again and wiggled. "Get a massage, eat cookies, have sex. Things like that."
Hank's chuckle rumbled through his back. "Yes, well, two out of three isn't bad. Best I can do right now."
"Don't be too sure about that." Kurt mumbled, damning his 'out-loud' voice.
Hank raised an eyebrow and turned his head to look at Kurt. Kurt was blushing a bit. The other eyebrow shot up to join it's twin. Kurt turned the same interesting color of purple he did.
"Was that an offer, Wagner?" He asked, curious and a bit flustered.
Yellow eyes met blue. "Ja. If you want to."
Hank sat up. "Kurt, I don't know what to say..."
"Well, either yes or no would do." Kurt said, smiling shyly. "I won't be offended if you say no."
"I just didn't know you... that you might be interested... and how did you know...oh hell." Hank leaned over and kissed Kurt.
It was a sound kiss, closed mouthed, but full of promise. Kurt smiled when Hank pulled away. "Guess that's my answer. Now for yours. Ja, I like men sometimes. Ja, I am interested. I didn't know if you were, that's why I asked."
"Brave of you." Hank said
"Nein, nothing brave. How else would I know?" Kurt shrugged.
Hank blinked. "Sometimes I forget the simple things."
Kurt leaned in close and put his arms around Hank's neck. "That is what I am trying to remind you of." With that, he bamfed them both to his room.
Hank staggered back with the sudden change in location. He landed in the middle of Kurt's bed, laughing. "I think I need to change calling you 'exuberant' to 'impetuous'."
Kurt waggled his eyebrows and joined Hank on the bed. He brushed Hank's smiling face with one finger. "Ja, well, we will take it at your speed from here."
"In that case..." Hank pulled Kurt close and kissed him again, this time pressing his lips open and exploring Kurt's mouth with his tongue.
Hank sucked, nipping lightly, at Kurt's tongue, pleased with the resultant moans. When the kiss broke, both of them a bit breathless, Hank nuzzled his face against Kurt's. Both of them reveled in the different feel of the fur. Hank nibbled his way along the sharp jawline next to his and up the pointed tip of one ear. He flicked his tongue around the softly furred shell. Kurt nearly purred.
"I hope this speed is suitable." Hank whispered into the lavished ear.
Kurt nodded, not trusting his voice. Hank's hands were rucking up his shirt, rubbing and scratching his chest, stomach. One hand brushed then pinched at a bud of a nipple. Kurt gasped and pressed closer. He had to get out of this shirt, had to get closer. He pushed away and ripped his shirt off over his head. With an after thought, he pulled off his jeans as well.
Hank knew perfectly well what Kurt looked like naked. He'd seen him that way countless times; in the shower, on the table, even once when Kurt felt the urge to go streaking a long time ago. This was oh so different. Never had he seen him aroused, flush and panting slightly, eyes heavy with desire. For him, Hank realized with a thrill. He pulled off his own shorts and laid down on the bed, pulling Kurt down next to him.
They lay chest to chest, legs tangling around with that wonderful tail somehow in the mix. Hands roamed, stroking, petting, completely messing up the fur on them both. Kisses, open and wet, covered faces, shoulders and chests. Grunts and sighs filled both their ears as sensitive spots were found.
Somehow, between the tightness of their bodies, Kurt's hand found it's way around Hank's thick cock. Hank let out a strangled sound as that hand slid up and down, squeezing him in a furryhot grip. He moaned out Kurt's name as his hips bucked.
"Like this?" Kurt hissed.
It was Hank's turn to not trust his voice and nod. He *had* to get... his... hand... there. Kurt's erection was hot and weeping in his palm as he began his own ministrations to it. Kurt bit back a squeal as one clawed finger delicately stroked his balls.
Fisting each other, close to synchronization as their frantic caresses could get, they bucked and moved. Delicious friction and terrible space between them drove them both faster, wetter. Hank crushed a kiss to Kurt's bruised lips and growled in his mouth as he came, jerking his hips forward, spilling on Kurt's erection. The flow of warmth, brush of Hank's spasaming cock, drove Kurt's orgasm out of him with a roar.
They lay back, panting, collecting themselves, for a long moment. Hank finally raised himself on one elbow and kissed Kurt soundly. He then looked up at the large Captain Blood poster over the bed.
"I would venture a guess that the wagered booty is mine." Hank said. "This could be considered strenuous activity."
"Oh no you don't! Kurt protested. "This was therapy! And it can get alot more strenuous than that!"
Hank let himself be pulled down to Kurt's chest. "Alright, you win this time." He chuckled. "Perhaps you could show me the more active things another time."
"It would be my, and hopefully your, pleasure." Kurt said, kissing the top of Hank's head.
They lay comfortably in each others arms until Hank made a 'tisk' noise.
"What?" Kurt asked.
"I want another cookie."

 

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