I don’t own BtVS or X-Men, I just like playing with them. A/N:
I tried for smut, but my muses wouldn’t cooperate. This is the best I could come up with.
Lightning crashed, some hitting the ground in front of the car. Xander prayed quietly to the Goddess as his guide struggled to keep the vehicle on the road. The next lightning struck sent the small car spinning, crashing into a tree with a sickening thud. And then there was darkness.
Xander opened his eyes slowly, wincing at the pain that flashed through him as he tried to move. Looking around he noticed that the freak storm still raged, the sky lighting up with each bit of lightning and thunder cracking loud enough to deafen. Reaching over he touched his guide gently, hoping that the stillness didn’t mean what he thought it did. Checking for a pulse he sighed, the soft-spoken man who had agreed to take him out to the hidden village was dead at the wheel. Untangling himself from his seat belt, Xander exited the car and looked for some sort of shelter. After a few minutes he spotted what looked like a small cave not far away. Saying a small prayer for the dead, he left the guide and car and hurried to the dubious safety of the cave.
Once out of the rain, he checked for the emergency kit that Willow packed for him. A few moments later and he had a small light, a magical gift. He explored the first bit of the cave, noticing the lack of animal droppings and such. Xander hoped that was a good sign, but with his luck he could never be sure. Settling down against one wall, he rooted around his pockets for his cell. A quick look showed no reception. He shrugged out of his wet jacket and leaned back, waiting for the storm to end.
A strange sound and the smell of sulphur woke him out of the light doze he had fallen into. Looking around he saw nothing new or out of place, but the sound happened again.
“Hello?” a male voice said timidly as a blue-hued man dropped down from the ceiling.
Xander jumped up with a squeak, staring hard at what had
to be a demon. “What are you?”
A sad expression crossed the man’s face and he backed away from Xander until he was against he other wall. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, a German accent distorting the words.
Immediately Xander felt like a heel. “Nothing to be sorry for,” he shrugged. “I’m Xander.”
“I am the Amazing Nightcrawler,” the man said with a bow.
“Nightcrawler?” Xander asked.
“That’s the name the circus gave me,” the man admitted, a blush turning his face a faint purple colour. “My name is Kurt Wagner.”
“What are you doing out in this storm?”
“I was waiting for a friend. But he hasn’t shown up, I am worried. Why are you out here?”
“Me? I was heading to one of the hidden villages looking for someone,” Xander told him. “There was an accident and my guide died.”
Kurt blinked at him. “I wonder if your guide and my friend are the same. My friend’s name is Emil.”
Xander sighed. “I think you’re right. I’m so sorry.”
“That is okay. I will say a prayer for him later. But when the storm ends, I can take you to the village if you like.”
“Thank you,” Xander said with a small smile.
They sat in silence for a few moments before Xander finally asked the question on his mind.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but are you human?”
A strange look crossed Kurt’s face, but he finally answer. “Yes I am human,” he sounded resigned. “I am a mutant.”
“Oh, okay,” Xander shrugged. “I was worried you might be a demon. I don’t mind mutants, but demons all want to kill me.”
“You have seen demons?” Kurt asked curiously. “Real demons?”
“Yep,” smiled Xander. “I grew up on the last Hellmouth, in Sunnydale.” Kurt gasped. “I’m actually out here looking for a hidden slayer.”
“Mika,” Kurt breathed.
Xander sat forward. “You know her?”
“Yes,” nodded Kurt. “A year ago she suddenly got stronger and faster. It scared the village, but their wisewoman knew what it was. She said that a man would be coming for Mika.”
“I guess that’s me,” grinned Xander. He noticed the worried expression on Kurt’s face. “I’m not here to hurt her. We just want to make sure that’s she’s trained and has a good support system.”
“Oh,” Kurt said softly.
They lapsed into silence again, both a little lost in their own thoughts until a crack of thunder shook the ground beneath them. Xander started when Kurt disappeared from across the cave and reappeared beside him, shaking.
“Kurt?” he asked softly, reaching out to touch the blue skinned man.
“Sorry,” Kurt whispered, wrapping his arms around his waist. “I do not like storms.”
Xander thought for a moment, then reached out and pulled the other man into his arms. “We’re pretty safe in here,” he said softly. “And the storm can’t last forever.”
Kurt cuddled into his arms, shivers still wracking his body. Xander ran a hand up and down the thin back, trying to comfort his new friend. On one pass he encountered something that made him stop and pull back. Looking down he noticed the thin tail waving slightly behind Kurt.
“Sorry,” Kurt blushed. “My tail sometimes has a mind of its own.”
A few thoughts flew Xander’s mind and an answer blush filled his face. He pulled Kurt back into his arms and tried to ignore both the tail and his treacherous mind’s contemplation of what could be done with a tail.
“Xander?” Kurt said softly. “Are you all right?”
“I-I’m fine,” Xander managed to say. “Just thinking.”
“Thinking about what?”
Xander tried to think of something else to say, but nothing came to mind. “Your tail. And what it’s capable of.”
Kurt swung his tail around until both of them could see it. “It is very strong,” he said. “And very flexible.”
Xander moaned quietly.
“Are you sure you are all right?” Kurt asked, turning to look into Xander’s face.
His mind went off somewhere and Xander acted on instinct, leaning forward to press a hard kiss to Kurt’s lips. The other man froze and Xander pulled back, instantly ashamed of his actions.
“I’m so sorry, Kurt,” he whispered, unwrapping his arms from around the thin body.
“I am not,” Kurt replied softly, leaning forward to initiate the kiss.
Their lips met gently, exploring the shape and feel of each other. Xander slipped his tongue out, tracing over Kurt’s bottom lip, silently asking for admission. Kurt opened his mouth and the kiss became deeper. Xander shifted them until they were laying on the floor of the cave side by side. They went on like that for sometime before Xander pulled back and stared into Kurt’s eyes.
“What are we doing?” he asked softly.
“Whatever we like,” Kurt offered, rolling until Xander was on top of him. “And I would like to continue.”
Xander continued to stare at him until Kurt’s sneaky tail slipped between them and under his shirt to brush across his chest. “Definitely continue,” he gasped, moving back down to meet Kurt’s lips.
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Across the world, a man sat back, satisfied with his work.
“Never figured you for a matchmaker,” a rough voice said from the shadows.
Charles Xavier blushed and shot Logan a dirty look. “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Wolverine.”
“If you say so, Chuck,” Logan shrugged, walking out of the professor’s office.
Charles considered the feral man for a second. “I have just the perfect person for you,” he smirked, getting ready to nudge the right people in the right directions.