Scott woke up lying in a king bed. Looking through his ruby quartz visor, his eyes traveled to the body sleeping next to him. His hands reached out to brush the feathers on the other man's back. Warren stirred after a while and turned to look at him sleepily, an easy smile on his face. "Mmm. What time is it?" He asked, yawning slightly.

Scott admired the way the other stretched his body. "Almost seven in the morning," he replied. "I should be getting back."

"Are you sure Emma doesn't know we are sleeping together? She must suspect something going on with us and X-Force" Warren spoke up as he curled into Scott's side. "She's not as stupid as her blonde hair leads on."

He brushed his hand across Warren's wings feeling the soft feathers. "She hasn't fucked with my mind lately, not since the last time I freaked out on her for it. So, I don't think she knows about us or the X-Force. And I don't think I care anymore. I love you. I don't love her but I'm with her because I need to keep her close. She's valuable." Scott kissed Warren on the top of his head.

"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, eh? If anyone finds out about us…." Warren trailed, off not finishing his sentence, perhaps because he was afraid to think of the consequences. That was the only reason Scott could think of..

"You don't need to worry about Emma finding out about us. She'd probably encourage it, unless it was with another woman," he laughed. "She once told me to sleep with Logan to resolve our issues." Scott hugged Warren and let out a sigh, "For now, I need to keep X-Force hidden."

"A part of me feels like you are doing the right thing with X-Force. But… another part of me agrees with Logan. This is insane, Scott. I mean what are we doing putting together a kill squad? That's not us!" Warren exclaimed. There was a short pause after his outburst. "Did… Did you? With Wolverine?

Scott snorted. "He's not my type. Whereas you…" His voice trailed off and he bent over to kiss at Warren's neck.

Warren grabbed Scott's hair and closed his eyes. He moaned and let his other hand roam around Scott's chest. There was a moment where he stopped and seemed as recollecting himself. It was like he didn't want to get lost in the bliss that Scott was feeling.

"Scott, I'm joining X-Force."

Scott lifted his head in shock. "What? No you're not." He frowned and got up off the bed. He started picking up his clothing and getting dressed. He was angry at Warren for suggesting such a thing.

"I'm not asking for permission. I want to do this. And, aren't you forgetting something? You hold your secret meetings at my place," Warren pointed out as he grabbed Scott's shirt from his hands.

"No. If something happens... I can't lose you. You're the only one who understands me." Scott bowed his head. He lifted his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

"You won't lose me. Besides," he smiled slightly. "My alter ego is Death. If anything, I'm a valuable asset, more dangerous to the team." Warren spoke as if it was a matter of fact.

Scott scowled, "But - " He started to argue, but sighed in defeat. "Alright. Fine. If you really want to do this, you can join the others. I'm not going to stop you, but I wish you wouldn't get involved. Now, give me my shirt," he said, trying to snatch his shirt back from Warren.

"Not until I have my way with you and finish what we started," Warren purred, pulling Scott back onto the bed and kissing him.