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Author’s Note/Disclaimer:

I do not own Marvel, the XMen, Nightcrawler or any parts thereof. This is a work of fan fiction intended solely for entertainment purposes. I make no profit from it.

This is a little fantasy I hope you will enjoy. This is written in second person as a young woman pursues her fascination with our favorite fuzzy blue elf. Step into her shoes as she dances her way into his arms….

Warnings: Explicit M/F sex written from the feminine point of view.

You Want Him

It’s a Saturday night and all you want to do is go out and have some fun. The empty apartment is just too quiet for your restless nerves and you’ve got nothing to do in the morning. Why not go out and have some fun?

The club is crowded and the music is thumping. You’ve put on your best red dress and your hair and make up is just so. You feel good tonight as you step out onto the dance floor. You let the music take over and your body begins to sway to the music.

There seems to be a never ending supply of moving bodies and you flit from one to another. None seem worth dancing with for long. The music holds far more interest than their bland smiles and tired lines.

Then you see him. You work your way to the edge of the floor, eyes picking out a figure from the shadows near the end of the bar. You never stop moving as you draw closer.

You’ve seen him here before. Unlike others of his kind there’s no shame or shyness in him as he orders a beer and leans against the bar to watch the dance floor. His yellow eyes gleam in the dim light and he seems more like a shadow than a man. His skin seems to drink in what little light there is.

This is why you keep coming back to this club. It’s not the music or the other dancers. It’s the brief glimpses of this man, so alien and fascinating. Each time you come you hope to see him again.

You’ve never seen him dance with anyone. He only watches from the shadows and drinks a few beers. You’ve wondered why he comes here and why he only watches. You inch a little closer and fix your eyes upon him.

Your heart begins to beat faster and you feel a nervous thrill of excitement in the pit of your stomach as you begin to dance just for him. Tonight you’ve decided that watching isn’t enough. You won’t be just one of the crowd.

The music changes and the beat becomes a slow slippery rhythm. You roll your hips in time with the music and lock your gaze on him, willing him to look your way. Where this boldness comes from you have no idea. Maybe it’s born of the sensual music itself.

You close your eyes and become the music, letting it play your body as if it were some instrument. You forget the writhing bodies around you and think only of the silky feel of melody and the sensual swaying of your body. Your breath is coming harder and faster and you feel a trickle of sweat beading between your breasts.

The song winds to its inevitable conclusion. You open your eyes dreamily as the music induced trance fades. Golden eyes meet yours and you see a flash of white in his dark face. He is smiling at you and you feel a slow smile spreading across your own in response.

Some oaf smelling of cheap cologne tries to get your attention but you blow him off. The music changes once more and you fall into the beat. You are dancing in place; your eyes fixed on him while he sips his beer and watches you. You get a little bolder and let your hands trail suggestively across your body. You close your eyes and pretend it’s his touch you feel.

There is some change to the air around you and you open your eyes. He’s there now, looming like a shadow made flesh. His amber eyes meet your startled gaze and you see the sharp flash of fangs as he smiles. He doesn’t speak; instead he reaches one hand to rest on your hip as he moves close and begins to dance with you.

Your pulse quickens and your breath hitches as you smell his scent. You almost lose the beat of the music as you struggle to take in the reality of his presence. He smells of something harsh and bitter, yet there is something else there. Something warm and musky.

He moves with fluid grace and when you touch the hand at your hip you are surprised at the velvety texture. It’s not his skin that swallows the light; it is a fine covering of short silky fur. A second hand joins the first at your hips and he pulls you even closer.

You gasp in surprise as you find yourself short inches from his body. Reflexively you touch him, a thigh here and arm there. Wherever you touch him you feel the firm play of hard muscle. The music surrenders its control of your body to his firm touch and you find yourself moving with him as if you’d always done so.

Something warm and silky brushes your calf, almost like a cat begging for attention. You steal a glance away from his face to see the dark sinuous shape as it retreats behind him. You glance up at his face and he is watching you with an expression that is hard to read.

You lick your lips and try to form a question, but the music changes again. He pulls you even closer and moves you to the slow pulse-like beat. Now you feel the length of his body against yours and when he takes one of your hands, you are surprised by the strange feel of it. You look down and even though you have never seen such an arrangement of three digits before, it somehow looks right and natural.

The tail again brushes your calf and loops around it for a moment, squeezing gently with the pulse of the music. It should frighten you. He should frighten you with his demonic looks and alien touches. But he doesn’t. You feel only excitement and desire as you feel his warmth next to you.

The song comes to an end and the next one is so frenetic in its beat that he chooses to lead you away from the dance floor rather than continue. With a firm hand at the small of your back he leads you to his shadowed corner of the bar.

“After such a dance, you must be thirsty, ja?”

The sound of his voice sends a little shiver through you. You didn’t expect an accent and it only adds to the exotic flavor of him. You nod in answer, still too overwhelmed to speak.

He orders two more beers without asking your preference. He gives you yours with a smile. You taste it cautiously and find you like the rich dark flavor of it.

“I have seen you here before.” He remains close to you. So close that you feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek as he speaks almost in your ear.

“Yes. I come here pretty often. I’ve seen you, too.” You continue to sip your beer hoping the dim light hides your blushes. You try to come up with something witty to say. But there’s something about him that renders you almost speechless.

“We have not met properly. I am Kurt Wagner.” He takes your hand with a smile and brings it to his lips for a brief kiss. The archaic gesture should have been awkward in this modern club, but it seems natural for him.

He waits for a moment as you collect your thoughts. Then you stammer out your name. He continues to watch you with that little smile and you feel the blush on your cheeks deepen. You would like to blame your giddiness on the beer. But you know it isn’t true.

“Do you wish to dance some more? Or should we find someplace a bit less crowded?” He still holds your hand, his thick thumb stroking your palm with a surprisingly gentle touch. You consider only a moment, afraid the opportunity might slip away.

“My…My apartment isn’t far.” You curse yourself for the stutter and wonder if you are making a mistake. It isn’t like you to invite a man back to your place so quickly. You feel his amber eyes studying you, weighing your resolve.

“I was thinking perhaps some coffee? There is a place nearby.” He is giving you an out. A chance to back down. Someone so different must be accustomed to women changing their minds.

“Coffee would be good. I’m not sure I’m ready to call it an evening yet, but I’m tired of dancing.” You grasp at the offered compromise.

You finish your beers and he leads you out of the club and down the street. You cast quick glimpses at him as you walk and ignore the stares from passersby. If he can ignore them, so can you.

The coffee shop is brilliantly lit and is much less crowded than the club you just left. You take the chance to study him as he orders coffee for the both of you. His velvet-like fur is actually a deep dark blue rather than the black you had thought. His hair is a glossy black mass of curls that doesn’t quite hide the pointed tips of his ears. That tail of his is blue also and moves as if it has a will of its own, waving its triangular tip lazily behind him.

You wonder just what it is you are doing here. You’ve never even spoken to someone like him before, now you are having coffee with him. You take the cup from him and sip at the warm sweet stuff.

You find it surreal sitting across from this being. He looks like some demon, though he has a strange beauty. Like an incubus perhaps. He makes small talk and you struggle to follow the conversation while your mind wanders.

He talks of the club and of the music. He bemoans the poor quality of beer here in America. You nod and smile and offer carefully neutral comments. You enjoy the richly accented sound of his voice and way he puts you at ease with just a few words.

There is only so long you can make a single cup of coffee last and the conversation winds down. It is time to make a decision. You are more than half afraid this will be your only opportunity with this man. While he has talked with you perhaps a half an hour he has given away very little. You have no idea where he works or where he lives. He could disappear back into the shadows from where he came at any moment.

He seems to sense your hesitation and he offers to dispose of the trash, giving you a moment to gather your courage. When he returns, you have made your decision. You rise from the table and give him a smile when he once again places a hand at the small of your back and walks with you into the night outside.

“I should walk you home?” He asks when you pause outside the coffee shop.

“I’d like that. It’s just a few blocks this way.” You cover your nervousness by gesturing in the general direction of your apartment building.

The tapping of your heels on the pavement seems unnaturally loud and there are few people about now.

You wonder what he is thinking as he walks beside you. Have you been too forward or too coy? His touch remains a warm firm presence at the small of your back. You wonder again if this is a mistake. You hardly know him and you are not in the habit of taking men home within just a few hours of meeting them.

Suddenly the walk seems too short and your pace too quick. You are tempted to find some excuse to stall a little. But, there are few places to go at this time of night and he might take the suggestion as a rejection.

Now you enter your building and take the elevator upstairs. He is silent beside you but you feel the warmth of those yellow eyes as he glances at you. The elevator opens and there are just a few more yards to your door.

“This is it.”

You smile nervously as you fumble with your keys. The door opens and you take a deep breath. His hand drops away for the first time since you left the coffee shop. You realize you haven’t even exchanged phone numbers. Before he can find a reason to leave you speak again.

“Would you like to come inside?” He hesitates just long enough that you think he will leave. But, he doesn’t.

“Ja. If you wish.” For the first time you think you hear a trace of nervousness in his voice as he follows you inside. He stands quietly surveying your apartment while you switch on a light and lock the door.

Your heart is thudding in your chest as you turn. It seems too fantastic to be real, seeing him here among your familiar things. You drop your keys and your little evening purse on the table next to the mail.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“No, thank you.” His gaze settles on you and you feel a little thrill of excitement. He watches you as if curious to see what you will do next.

You move closer to him until you can smell that unique scent that clings to him. Bitter and musky and warm all at once. You watch his tongue flash pink as he licks his lip. You reach a hand out to touch his arm and that seems all the encouragement he needs.

His three fingered hands slip around your waist and he leans close to kiss your lips. You meet him half way, wrapping your arms around him and parting your lips with a little sigh. He tastes of coffee and beer and something a little spicy. His tongue explores your mouth while you taste his. You feel the sharpness of his teeth scrape against your lips.

You begin to let your hands roam, feeling the silky texture of his hair and the velvety softness of the fur on his face and neck. He groans a little and deepens the kiss pulling your closer and now his hands begin to move across your body. You feel his tail looping around your calf again, stroking and squeezing as its tip slowly travels higher.

He murmurs your name between kisses and begins to nibble carefully at your throat. The sharp points of his teeth start little shivers that seem to travel all the way down to your toes. You let your hands explore the hard muscles of his back and shoulders.

He claims your mouth again for a heated kiss and pulls you close enough that you can feel his hardness against you. You let your questing hands drop even lower, following the contours of his body. When your fingers brush against the base of his tail he stiffens a little and you feel a vibration rumbling through his chest.

You pause uncertainly, surprised at his reaction. But, he gives you no time to ponder this. His hands and mouth become more demanding now. He mutters something you don’t understand and you feel his sharp teeth graze the flesh of your shoulder.

You gasp and say his name in reaction. Then you reach again for his tail touching it more firmly this time. There is no doubt this time as he growls into your ear.

“The bedroom. Where?”

You pull away from him, moving towards the open door. As soon as he sees where you are headed, he catches you up in his arms. You cry out half in fright and one of your heels falls to the floor with a thump. He carries you quickly through the door and flips the light switch on with his tail.

A few more steps and he lowers you to the bed. You only have time to kick off the other shoe before he joins you. His mouth meets yours again hungrily. You can think of little else now as you taste his lips and tongue and feel his hands sliding beneath the hem of your dress.

He pushes the fabric up higher and higher, his strange three fingered hands leaving trails of heat behind them. You squirm and pant under his touch and tug at the buttons of his shirt. His mouth moves to nibble at your neck and down lower even as he pushes your dress up to your waist.

“I want to see all of you.” He whispers in your ear, his accent so thick that it takes a moment for you to put meaning to the words. When you do, you sit up and help him peel the dress over your head, not bothering with the zipper. He tosses it to the floor then turns his amber gaze on you again.

He pulls away from you and begins to strip off his shirt. His eyes never leave you as his clothes soon join your dress on the floor. His entire body is covered with the short indigo colored fur. The fur softens the sharp contours of his compactly muscled body. You are struck by the unique beauty of him even as you are a little frightened by the intensity of his gaze.

He returns to you now and begins to kiss and nip at the flesh of your neck and shoulders. He slides the straps of your bra downwards. He tugs the garment lower to free your breasts. He pauses a moment, his eyes resting on your face.

“You will take this off for me, ja?” His thick fingers skim along the tops of your breasts and you shiver at the sensation. He is waiting for you to undo the thing rather than fumble with it himself.

You sit up and reach for the clasp, drawing the garment away from your body and discarding it. There is nothing between you now except for your silky red panties and his black silk boxers. He continues to trail his fingers across your breasts, following the curves of your body.

He is waiting for something and you think perhaps he is a little shy now that you can see almost all of him. So now you move closer to him reaching to run your fingers across the velvet of his fur. You stroke his ribs and his chest and trail your fingernails through the softness. You find his nipples, small hard buttons almost hidden by his fur and you pinch them a little before moving on. He gasps in response and claims your mouth for another kiss.

Now his hands become bold again. He cups and kneads your breasts rolling his thick thumbs across your nipples making them stiffen. You moan into his mouth and move your hands lower, stroking his flat stomach and tracing the waistband of his boxers. You lean into his kisses as you reach for his ass, feeling the firm rounded muscles against your palm. You hear a muffled thumping sound and realize it is his tail beating a lazy rhythm against the mattress.

The bitter musky scent of him fills your nostrils and you breathe deeply of it. He feels so warm and strong and velvety against your skin that you find yourself lost in the sensations. You reach for his tail again, wrapping your hand around its base and squeezing gently before stroking downward a bit.

He mutters something in German and a shudder passes through his body. Then he pushes you back against the mattress with a growl. His mouth descends to take one of your nipples in his mouth and he sucks at it hungrily. You feel the prickling of his teeth and hold your breath wondering if you’ve pushed him too far.

One thick fingered hand moves to squeeze and rub your other breast. His other hand moves down your belly and slips beneath the fabric of your panties. A single thick finger begins to rub across your swelling clit and you bite your lip. His mouth switches to the other breast which he treats with the same hunger.

You gasp out his name and find yourself grinding against his hand. He slides his hand further into your panties and you feel the tip of his finger slipping between the wet folds. He raises his mouth to your lips again as he begins to stroke teasingly down across your clit to your opening and back again.

He buries his free hand in your hair and holds your head still as he plunders your mouth. He presses his body against yours and you can feel the hard length of him against your thigh. You give a little start as you feel the touch of his tail winding sinuously around your calf. It squeezes rhythmically in time with his stroking, the tip tapping lightly against your skin.

You moan into his mouth imploringly and move your hips against his hand. You can feel the tension building and you want so much for him to plunge that finger inside you. You reach for him, touching and caressing every part of him that you can reach.

Your hands pluck at his boxers and you stroke again at the sensitive spot at the base of his tail. A low growl comes from somewhere deep in his chest. You feel hardness grind against your thigh through his boxers. Now he plunges that finger inside you, pistoning it in and out as his thumb rubs across your clit. In just seconds you are squealing your climax into his hungry mouth, your body arching and straining against him.

He gives you no time to rest as he pulls his mouth and hand away to tug roughly at your panties. The fabric is wet and clings to your body while he drags it downwards. His tail releases you to let him pull them off. His boxers follow immediately and now you can see all of him.

You only get a short moment to admire him before he presses close again. His hungry mouth alternates between kissing you deeply and nibbling up and down your neck. His hands stroke and caress your body while his tail snakes upwards between your legs. The tip presses insistently at your entrance before sliding within.

“Kurt?” You are a little shocked by the intrusion, but you soon forget your reservations as it begins to move inside you. His fingers return to rub at your clit and soon you are shaking and panting.

He murmurs reassurances in German as he continues his ruthless stroking. You reach out to touch him again, fingers moving to seek his hardness. When you touch him he hisses then growls as you wrap your hand around his hard shaft.

You arch against him and lose your hold on his erection when another climax crashes over you. He swallows your cries with a hungry kiss. His hands and tail still as you lay panting.

You reach for his erection again and he groans at your touch. It is warm and hard and smooth against your palm and a quick glance shows you that he is indeed blue everywhere.

“You…Do you have something?” His voice is thick with passion and he seems to struggle with the words. It takes a moment for you to realize what he is asking. Of course.

“Yes. Just a second.” You reluctantly let go of him and crawl across the bed to open the nightstand drawer. You reach inside and pull out a condom.

When you turn he is right there, his face only inches away. You start to offer him the little package, but think better of it. You lean into him and kiss him as you tear open the little envelope. He waits patiently as you roll the condom down over him. You continue the motion to run teasing fingers over his balls. Your fingertips pass over the wrinkled sacks and your curiosity is satisfied. The fur there is a little coarser but no less thick.

You expect him to push you back onto the bed now, but instead he crouches, almost kneeling and pulls you onto his lap. In a moment you are lowering yourself slowly, taking him inside. You sigh as you feel him filling you. His hands rest on your hips steadying your descent.

Both of you are still a moment as you get used to him and this unfamiliar position. You feel his tail move against you as it snakes around your waist, replacing his hands. His hands move to slide beneath your thighs.

Then he begins to move and you move with him. His hands and tail move in unison to pull you close to meet his slow thrusts. His eyes close and you see a gleam of white where he has caught his bottom lip in his teeth. You wrap your arms around his neck for support.

Each slow stroke drives him deep into your body. The firm grip of his tail and hands make you wonder at his strength. The scent of your fluids mixes with his bitter musk and you feel almost as if you had become some part of him.

After a few moments his breathing is coming harder and faster. His hands urge you to join him in a faster rhythm. You lean your forehead against his chin as you use your arms for greater purchase.

He begins to gasp and mutter in German. You feel his body straining with effort. Your entire body hums with pleasure and you feel the tension of another climax building inside you. You are gasping and moaning in time with his thrusts. You can feel sweat beginning to bead between your shoulder blades.

“Oh God…Kurt!” You stiffen in his grasp as another orgasm crashes over you. It leaves you limp and panting and it is now that he shifts to press you back against the mattress.

He lifts your legs up, to rest on his shoulders. Then he begins to thrust again with forceful intensity. His golden eyes gleam above you. You gasp and clutch at the blankets beneath you as you look up into his face.

His rhythm is fast and almost painfully hard now. You hear him grunting with effort and when you reach for him you feel the tension in his muscles. You feel his rhythm change again and you know he is close. He closes his eyes in concentration.

A few more thrusts and you feel him twitching and jerking inside you. He groans and his eyes open for a brief moment before closing again. You feel him shudder against you and his hips jerk with the force of his release. Then he is still and all you can hear are his panting breaths and the loud thumping of your heart.

You reach up to touch his face and find the fur damp with sweat. He opens his eyes and blinks slowly at you. You are beginning to become uncomfortable under his weight and can’t help but shift a little.

He pulls away with a mumbled apology. You lower your legs in relief and stare at the ceiling for a moment, resting. When you look at him again he is tossing the condom in the wastebasket nearby. He sits down on the edge of the bed with his back to you and runs his hands through his hair, tumbling his sweat soaked curls.

You wonder if he will leave now. You roll over and reach out to run your fingers down his spine. The fur here is damp too and you duck as his tail lashes too close to your face for comfort.

“I am sorry.” He turns to look at you and actually reaches one hand to grasp his wandering tail.

“It’s all right.” You sit up and wrap your arms around his shoulders, ignoring the slight dampness of his fur. You plant a kiss behind his ear. You want to ask him to stay, but you don’t want to seem clingy.

He leans into your embrace with a sigh. He releases his tail and it snakes its way around your waist. It gives a little squeeze. Reassured, you ask your question.

“Will you stay the night?”

“It would be rude of me to leave, would it not?” He rubs against you almost like a cat and you find yourself smiling.

“I suppose it would.”

As you fall asleep stroking the warm velvet of his fur, you think to yourself: “Yes. This was a very good idea.”

The End…