DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em. Look to Marvel for
that. I'm just writing little extra thoughts that no one
will understand if they don't see the flick, so I'm not
really taking anything from you. And there's not much
you could get from me...
PAIRING: very mild Kurt/Ororo
SPOILERS: One for the end of the flick.
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SUMMARY: Sort of follows "Scribe and Scroll" and
"The Look", but can stand on its own easily. Kurt and
Logan discuss sex, sin, and the boundaries between
THANKS: Always to my beta, kaly.
Of all the mutants sheltered by Xavier's School for the
gifted, Kurt was somewhat surprised to discover that he
was the most relaxed in Logan's company. The rough,
subtly violent man was not someone Kurt would have
expected to feel at ease with, but there it was. Perhaps
it was because Logan was the newest resident of the
mansion, next to him. He'd spent only a few nights
there in the months before Kurt's own arrival.
Or maybe it was just that Kurt found Logan less
intimidating than the other adults. Scott was wrapped
up in his grief, hidden away behind ruby glasses.
Professor Xavier was unnervingly powerful. Kurt had
only begun to work past his first impression of the man
as someone who could kill with a thought. Despite
knowing Xavier better now, some hint of that remained.
And Ororo...Ororo was so beautiful...
Whatever the reason, Kurt was glad for Logan's
company as they settled down in front of the television.
Kurt always watched late at night so that he could
mutter lines along with the actors, improving his
English. It irritated the others, but Logan didn't seem to
mind. Kurt supposed that the other man, a frequent
insomniac, had built up a tolerance for the late night
quirks of others.
They were barely ten minutes into an evening movie
when Kurt noticed movement out of the corner of his
eye. Turning, he saw Scott Summers hesitate for a
moment in the doorway.
"Don't just stand there," Logan said, not bothering to
turn around. "Join the party." He held up an unopened
"I... No, thank you," Scott answered. Kurt could almost
see the weight that had settled on his shoulders. "I have
work I should do."
"That man needs to get laid," Logan muttered, glaring
at Scott's retreating back.
Kurt knew he was not meant to have heard the
comment, but he had. And, having heard it, he couldn't
let it go. "It has only been two months since he lost his
wife, Logan," he said softly, keeping his eyes on the
"Look," Logan said. At the tone of his voice, Kurt felt
compelled to turn and meet his gaze. "I don't mean to
be sound cold. All I'm sayin' is that it might help him to
remember that his life ain't over."
Kurt sighed. "Not everyone is comfortable with casual
"Am I offendin' your tender sensibilities?"
"No, only my sense of tact," Kurt said, his lips turning
up at the corners.
Logan, apparently, failed to pick up on the humor. "I'm
not about to go tip toeing around your sense of morals,
Wagner." He snorted. "I enjoy sex and I see nothin'
wrong with that. I'll leave the wailing and beatin' of
backs to you Catholics."
Kurt sat up a little straighter, his tail curling and
uncurling where it was wedged between his thigh and
the arm of the couch. "You should not make
assumptions about a man's faith, Logan," he said.
"Knowing that I am Catholic does not mean you know
my feelings on every subject."
"You were just comin' down on me for mentioning
casual sex," Logan pointed out. "And last I checked, the
Catholic Church still counted fornication as a sin."
"If I were to take everything in the catechism so
literally," Kurt said somberly, "I should have to count
myself damned by my very nature. What then would be
the point of prayer - or even of faith?"
"I don't follow."
"Look at me," Kurt commanded. "*Really* look at me.
Am I made in the image of God? Most would say not.
But one could say that God is spiritual and has no
image. Then tell me - what is my teleportation but
"Your mutation-" Logan began.
Kurt cut him off. "Is not well understood. None of us
can be easily explained, Logan. Mutants occasionally
defy even the laws of physics, as we know them. I can
think of nothing more likely to be known as sorcery
than actions that contradiction such 'natural laws'."
Logan was beginning to look troubled. Kurt pushed
onward. "Enmity, strife, dissension...these are also
called sins. We stand against Magneto, yes? Mutants
stir up a great deal of strife and dissension in all of life.
I could go on with a hundred more examples, but I
think you begin to see."
Kurt shrugged. "Religion is a personal thing, mein
Freund. We each must interpret those things which are
written, as it was only men who did the writing. I am
counted Catholic because I feel comfort and connection
in the rituals of that religion. We do not all live our
lives in the same way."
Logan thought about that for awhile. "So where d'you
draw the line when it comes to the beast with two
backs?" Kurt just looked at him blankly. "Slang for
sex," Logan clarified.
"Ahh," Kurt said, distinctly amused. "Back to that."
"Yeah, back to that," Logan grunted, but it was
apparent from the grin tugging at the corner of his
mouth that he'd caught the humor in Kurt's tone this
"I suppose," the teleporter said philosophically, "that it
is sex without affection that I object to. I don't believe
there is anything sinful in an act of comfort between
friends, or in an act of love between two who might not
be permitted to marry...for whatever reason."
"I take it you'll be waitin' for marriage, then."
Kurt smiled ruefully. "I've never truly considered it," he
admitted. "The issue does not really apply to me."
Logan raised an eyebrow. "What's so special about you
that you get an exemption?"
"No exemption," Kurt answered. "In my case, the
question is pointless."
"I don't get it."
"You would not," Kurt said, tilting his head to the side
a little. "You are an attractive man, Logan. I am sure
you have had...considerable interest." He lifted his
hands, though whether as a gesture of helplessness or to
display them was uncertain. "I have not. So, as I said,
the question really does not apply."
"You shouldn't sell yourself short, Kurt." The teleporter
started in surprise and whipped his head around to find
Ororo standing in the doorway. Her face had settled
into familiar lines and she raised one eyebrow as if to
ask 'are you sure about that?' "Different," she went on,
"doesn't necessary mean undesirable."
"Ah..." Kurt trailed off. Ororo smiled slightly and
turned to leave. He watched her go, still a little startled,
but was brought back to the present when Logan started
chuckling to himself.
"Maybe you'd better start applying the issue," Logan
managed between chuckles.
Feeling his cheeks flush, Kurt was suddenly glad for his
unusual complexion. Unfortunately, judging from
Logan's snickering, it hadn't disguised the blush quite