LAYING PLANS
"It is a matter of life and death, a road either to safety or to ruin. Hence it is a subject of inquiry which can on no account be neglected."
It is said that, when one species of firefly uses its flashing lights to attract mates, the partners are ignorant of being lured as a possible meal, and as such their lifespan is brought to an end. That's exactly what she had done to him.
Scott had discovered his wife was a firefly shortly after returning from a week-long mission for Krakoa's quiet council. Her seductive words and promises had lured him, only for his soul to be slowly devoured. It gave a whole new meaning to the term "femme fatale," but it was far from his idea of a glorious romance.
At the Summer Residence on the Moon, Jean was having an affair with Logan. Scott was quick to give her the kind of closeness she had always sought. Despite the fact that she had already convinced him that they needed to be together as a family for the sake of their grown children, he didn't realise that she had given in to her desire to be with Logan. Jean would join Logan behind Scott's back while he was away on long missions. In retrospect, he should never have trusted her promises. As trusting her seemed to imply trusting the Photuris fireflies not to kill and eat their mates.
He despised it. He despised his wife's infidelity. He despised the fact that a man he had admired and considered a family member had betrayed him. He abhorred the way he was expected to carry out his responsibilities as a loving husband and a strong leader. Despite this, he felt little when he saw her with him that night. He had a strange feeling. He looked as though he'd already moved on. He had given up and discovered that their relationship was doomed. In the hopes of getting her to confess, he approached her one night and expressed his understanding of her feelings for Logan and her desire to be with him. She feigned she didn't comprehend what he was saying since she didn't want to take responsibility for her infidelity. That night, he had also spoken with Logan. He even invited Logan on a family trip to help him feel included because he still regarded him as a friend. Scott was desperate to keep his children with him and spend time with them, even if it meant putting up with Jean's constant attempts to make his life difficult.
Scott grumbled, figuring that he deserved more. And he earned a break from all the pressures he was subjected to. Weary from the week-long mission and unable to find a quiet location to simply get away, he went to the pub to get drunk, not wanting to see his wife get it on with his teammate at his own house. This, combined with Alex and Gabriel's constant, obnoxious squabbling, drove him to seek refuge. He had always desired a family, but at this point, he realised that families were grossly overrated, especially if they had idiot brothers, crazy spouses, troublesome children, and a guilty, almost too-nice Logan.
Angel, or the winged devil, as Scott put it mildly and scoffed to himself over the codename which was really not appropriate because dammit, it made him miss his friend; happened to be in the same bar as him. Scott was nursing a drink and scowling, trying his best to not get into a conversation, but Warren, beautiful bastard that he was, continued to ignore the scowl and walked towards him as if he owned the damn place and everyone in it. As if everyone there was willing to be owned by him. With his golden hair and white wings, he looked like a rockstar sent from the heavens.
Scott admired both his beauty and his heart, even though he sometimes hated being around Warren since he harbored a secret crush on the guy for decades and it did ache his heart even if people claimed he didn't have one. Over the years, he had realized Warren was by far the most beautiful being he had encountered, both from the inside and out. The winged man spotted him watching, no, virtually drooling at the sight, and offered him a genuinely warm smile (because he really was his namesake), which quickened his pulse.
"Why so glum, chum?" Warren probed Scott and took a seat across from him.
Scott's heart leapt as a result of Warren's intrusion. Perhaps it was because he was Warren, and he was that attractive. 'Normal, right?' he thought to himself. "Jean has been cheating on me." He finally muttered into his glass of drink, which remained affixed to his lips.
"I see." Warren drew his glass closer to his lips, provocatively licked the rim, and made no attempt to hide an involuntary smile growing on his face.
Scott locked his focus on him as he took in the situation with a dreamlike fascination. "Given how unconcerned you appear to be, at least one of us is satisfied." He scoffed and kept drinking, waiting for a reaction. When Warren remained silent, he continued, "What? You don't want to know who it is?"
"Scott, I know who it is. She threw herself at him like a chimp flinging crap at a human in order to get attention. Frankly, I'm relieved you figured things out before I had to step in. It is, after all, her loss." He wiped his damp fingers neatly on a tissue, his appearance and demeanor always immaculate.
Scott almost sprayed his drink out of his nose and fought the urge to laugh at Warren's joke. "Don't speak negatively about chimps. They are ingenious, non-threatening creatures who don't need to be compared to people. Besides, you knew about it but didn't tell me?" He glanced at his friend with a sad expression on his face. Warren, of all people, had not informed him and it irritated him. They'd always been close. Despite their shared past and the distance between them, they always found their way back to each other, and the conversation flowed with remarkable ease, as if they were always around, as if one of them hadn't died, as if one of them hadn't been mind-wiped.
"Please accept my apologies for insulting the chimps. I fully accept responsibility for slandering their reputation." Warren spoke with a pompous English accent that would have thrilled Hank and the Professor, but his tone dropped as he continued to stare at Scott. "I had a hunch. My suspicions were validated by what you just said. But I couldn't say for sure. I didn't think it was appropriate to share this news with you without proof. After all, you're a man of hard... facts." Warren teased him subtly.
When Scott didn't respond, Warren ordered a round of shots from the bartender. The booth was concealed from prying eyes and safeguarded. Warren was greeted with a smile by the bartender who delivered them their drinks. He winked brazenly at the blonde, who simply responded with a stiff smile that conveyed "no" in the most gracious way possible. Scott, protective of his friend, scowled hard at the bartender, sending him scuttering away.
"You don't need your powers to intimidate people when your glare does an adequate job, Gamma Gaze." Warren quipped with a hearty chuckle, clued into Scott's displeasure when the bartender tried to flirt with Warren.
Scott exhaled slowly and downed another shot. "Does that answer why you gave me that moniker?"
Warren nodded. "It had nothing to do with your superhuman powers. Any man in front of you could be destroyed with a single glare."
Scott grinned. "Never stopped you."
Warren gave a shaky laugh. He had no idea what made him so nervous everytime he was around Scott. Indeed, he adored the attractive man in front of him. And he had always loved his friend's smile. But he had never been the nervous one. He could almost feel the butterflies in his gut spinning. "Oh, please! I don't think a glare would ever stop me. You love me too much to do anything about it."
Scott admitted, "That I do."
"That's because I know the real you beneath all those pretty scowls and sensual brooding." Warren flirted blatantly, knowing that subtility would get him nowhere with the dark-haired man. He decided to be bold instead and take the first step into their new dynamic. "How long have we known eachother?"
"We've been friends since we were sixteen years old" Scott interjected, trying hard not to blush and wondered why he always seemed to turn into a shy teenager when he was around him. Warren's propensity of flirting with him and any other moving object had been well known since they were young. But even he could tell this wasn't subtle, and the feelings he'd repressed for a long time were rising.
"That was rhetorical. But, in any case, my point is that if I didn't know you, I would be a terrible friend." Warren cracked a remark as he pawed Scott's leg beneath the table with his own. He got to his feet and slid next to Scott, who had been seated across from him until now. After Scott shifted, Warren reclined comfortably with his wings folded behind him. He entwined his hands over Scott's and kept them together, drawing circles around his friend's hands and hooking his leg with his friend's. The winged man delicately brushed Scott's hair and traced his lips with his thumbs.
"People will think that we are having an affair" Scott muttered, flushed by the intimacy and contact. Thighs against thighs. Arms against arms.
"Let them." Warren whispered into Scott's ear. When Warren's warm breath brushed over Scott's ears, he felt a twinge of pleasure. A shiver ran down his spine. Warren was the last person he expected to be interested in him. Nonetheless, he was worried that he was reading too much. Perhaps Warren was just being Warren. A flirt. So what if their flirtations had never gone past quips and jokes, and Warren's close physical proximity wasn't necessitated by a mission but was merely Warren feeling at ease around him?
Warren brought Scott's hands to his lips and kissed his palms and his wrists. Scott felt Warren's tongue tease his pulse point. His breath hitched. Whatever doubts he had about this being just a Warren thing vanished when he felt Warren's tongue nip his wrists. "I'm still married, Warren. We shouldn't - " Scott uttered breathlessly at Warren's actions.
"I don't care. Not when she's being unfaithful to you. And you shouldn't either. Divorce her." Warren uttered nonchalantly, like it was the simplest thing to do, as he traced the hollow of Scott's knuckles with his thumb.
"Have you been feeling this way for a long time?" Scott huffed sharply, surprised by Warren's sentiments for him. It was entirely unexpected, and it temporarily blinded him, but he'd often pondered why they both dated or were attracted to the same women. Jean was first, followed by Betsy, and finally the time-displaced version of them who liked Laura.
"I've been feeling this way for far too long. That day, when our time-displaced selves..." Warren confessed. "You haven't freaked out yet. Why is that ?" He inquired, hoping that the other felt the same way. With his own pinkie, Scott reached under the table for Warren's.
Scott cleared his throat, his heart racing over hundred miles an hour. "I've been feeling this way for far too long." Warren's words were repeated by him. Warren pressed his face against his companion's. When he turned to gaze around the room, he spotted a few mutants staring at them.
He leaned in close to Scott's ear, not wanting rumours of Krakoa's Captain Commander having an affair with him, a man, an X-Corp leader, his oldest friend, to propagate. "Not here. Let's get out."
Warren slammed the table with more than enough cash. They hurriedly stood up and left the pub. As they flew to Warren's penthouse, Warren clutched Scott securely in his arms. He landed on a balcony with a panoramic view of the island. While Scott marvelled at the landscape, Warren hugged him from behind and laid his chin on his shoulder. It had felt quite familiar to hold Scott in his arms, but this time there was more to it than just friendship.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Scott asked as he took a step back and sat on the sun lounger next to Warren, who had already discarded his shirt and had sat on the one next to him.
"I tried to. Countless times. You, on the other hand, were enamoured with Jean from the start. I even tried to steal her from you so you wouldn't be able to date her. In retrospect, it was dumb, but I wanted you to notice me. It was a total disaster. And then there was Betsy. I get that she and you have a bit of history, but our entire relationship was based on the premise that I couldn't be in a relationship with her because I longed for you. I believe it was after you and Maddie ended things, that she realised how strongly I felt for you. I adored her, but not as much as I liked you." Warren huffed after speaking quickly even without pausing to think.
"The reason I started something with her in the first place was to feel connected to you. I'm an idiot, right? A walking trope of 'If I can't have you, I'll have your girlfriend.'" He laughed humorlessly while Scott got up and leaned against the banister of the balcony, looking at Warren, who continued to speak.
"And between the Apocalypse shit that happened, both to me and you and a lot of other things that went down; by then you were with Emma; which is another can of worms, might I add. After a while, I wasn't myself. I was dead. You were dead. Scotty, the only part of my younger self that was alive, died when the older you died. And our younger selves; you liked Laura and she liked you. I was so jealous. I mean, my time-displaced counterpart, I remember it. I was raging mad. So, we dated each other when you left with your dad to be a space pirate because, I guess, you were the only common connection between us and we were trying to hold on to that feeling. And at that moment, when we were sent back to our time, I told you that I loved you, but you thought it was platonic. After all the shit we've been through...Once you were resurrected, and once I regained all of my memories, I realized that I didn't want to wait. I already did for so many years and we both weren't happy. But you finally have a family. Your children. I didn't want to break your family. But now that you've told me Jean is cheating on you, I wish I'd acted on my feelings sooner, despite the fact that you're already married. I just wanted you to know." Warren poured his heart out to his friend for the first time, revealing his vulnerable side. He got to his feet and drew Scott back into his arms. Scott remained strangely silent. Warren clung to him even tighter, unable to let go. As he relaxed in Warren's arms, his shoulders sagged. Scott could hear his companion's heartbeats quicken in response to his confession. The unabashed candor had struck him by surprise.
"Please tell me I haven't already messed up." Warren requested; a troubled expression on his angelic features.
Scott turned around to face him and looked him in the eyes. "No. You didn't mess this up."
Scott began to speak but was interrupted when Warren spoke at the same time. "Your turn. I told you what took me so long. Now you tell me what took you so long. Given that you didn't use your optic blasts on me back at the bar when I flirted so freely. There's something there, right? You and me?"
Scott extracted himself from his companion's arms and nodded. "I never knew you liked me. When Jean came, it was convenient. I was supposed to fall in love with her. It was the right thing to do. With all the bigotry that was going on around mutants, I felt like an alien all the time. Even before that, when I was at the orphanage, I just felt like I never belonged. Still feel like that…. " Scott mumbled and let Warren entangle his fingers in his hair. It felt nice.
"...and I was afraid of confronting my own feelings about men. Towards you. Warren, you were stunning. An angel of winged joyous life! And I was nothing but an omen of destruction. And when you dated so many beautiful women and went after Jean and the others, I thought you were straight. You were the only friend I had. I didn't want to ruin our friendship. So, I pushed down the thoughts and focused on staying alive. When you died... when Apocalypse did those things to you... When you died... When your memories were erased-Warren, I gave up long before I was killed by the M-Pox. And during the time I spent merged with Apocalypse, he made me question a lot of things. I discovered things about myself. Before that, I didn't take the time to listen to my inner thoughts. And afterlife messed you up, you didn't remember me because of all that had happened to you. Do you know what the worst thing was? My best friend didn't recognize me. And it all happened because I let you join the X-Force. God, Warren, the first time you lost your wings, I thought you had committed suicide. And it was all my fault. If I hadn't been so wrapped up in my own feelings over Maddie's death and Nathan, I could have been there for you. When I found out that you were killing yourself, I ran to stop you from getting on that plane. But I couldn't. I'm so sorry. When you first became Archangel, I let you down as a leader and a friend. So I kept my distance from that moment. Eventually, I thought it was better you didn't remember me. Of the man I had become. Of how I let you down. I'm so sorry, Warren. You had to suffer so much because of me. I thought it was better to keep that part of me hidden, and until today, I thought you hated me. "I despise myself for allowing this to happen to you." He looked away in shame and embarrassment, on the verge of tears. He scratched the back of his neck constantly.
Warren took Scott's hand away from his neck and grasped it. "Scott, I could never hate you. And the man you've become? I am damn proud of you. You did what needed to be done. Something which no one else had to do. You sacrificed yourself for mutants everywhere. But they never understood. I wasn't in the right place. Hell, none of us were. But my younger self, I remember him going with you guys. He believed in you. Always. And all that has happened to us, to me, to you, it's not your fault. Stop bearing the brunt of everyone else's blunders. Don't let anyone tell you that you're not enough. No one. You aren't responsible for the world. You did what you needed to do."
Scott didn't look up as he nodded. Warren used his index finger to tilt Scott's chin so they could gaze at each other. "We're such idiots, aren't we? ...to think we could have been together all this time and we weren't because we were..."
"...Complete idiots." Scott added as Warren laughed, reminiscing all the stolen glances, drama, and special moments that made him fall in love with his best friend.
The night was chilly. The Krakoan night flowers were in full bloom beneath the building, and the air was thick with excitement. "I don't want to wait anymore." Scott murmured and took a step forward, leaning into Warren's personal space instinctively as if there was a gravitational pull. His heart thudded with anticipation.
"Then let's not wait a second longer." Warren spoke in a reverent whisper, his eyes half-closed. Warmth radiated from his stomach and reached his chest, as they drew closer. Their warm breaths mingled until their lips were locked. After years of wasted opportunities, celebrations, war, death, and rebirth, the two finally gave in to their long-held passions. When their bodies united, time came to a halt. Like the tide, Warren's tongue pressed against Scott's wonderfully soft lips, parting just for him at his command. He tasted the heat of the liquor on Scott's tongue and could feel their hearts beating together.
The kiss was hypnotic, and Scott came to realize he couldn't get enough of Warren with each taste. His hands relegated to the back of Warren's head, grasping his silky blonde locks and pressing their bodies closer together until there was no room between them. Warren's hands were tightly wrapped around his waist, and the two were perfectly in sync. He could feel the fire run from Warren's arms to his own shirt, reaching his knees and fusing his entire existence with his companion's.
Warren felt Scott's rough hands clasp his hair and neck, leaving him feel more alive than he had in a long time. He angled his neck up as an offer with his eyes closed, and when Scott's lips brushed his neck, he lost all ability to process any thoughts that had crossed his mind. His eyes rolled back, and he brought his hands behind Scott's neck just as Scott's arms travelled to Warren's back, gently pressing on the base of his wings. When his partner began to caress his wings, he let out a soft gasp. He was almost out of air. Even though his feet were firmly planted on the balcony's solid marble floor, he felt as if he'd been flying.
They parted with a gasp, recklessly discarding their shoes, only to reunite in another scorching kiss as Scott nudged them to the lounger. Warren flexed his wings and gently landed, followed by Scott, who straddled him. Scott's hands traced Warren's bare chest, feeling the firm lines and contours. His thumb grazed Warren's nipple, prompting him to arch his back at the sensation and causing Scott's tight and rough denim-clad legs to rub against Warren's silky, wide-legged trousers. Warren raised his chest to meet Scott for a passionate kiss that promised him the world. "You sure you want this?" Warren panted, his hands fiddling with the buttons on Scott's shirt. "More than anything I've ever wanted." was Scott's straightforward response.
His consent was all Warren needed to kiss his partner once more while undoing his shirt buttons in one fluid motion and tossing the said shirt to the floor while tugging at his jeans. cott retaliated by reaching down to Warren's waist and unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans, which pooled just below the blonde's thighs. He knelt while Warren raised his legs to allow Scott to drop his pants, as Warren yanked Scott's jeans down to his knees. Scott pushed Warren to lie down and skimmed his fingers over the bulge. He wiggled out of the jeans, pulling them off with his toes, only for them to become entangled in his ankles. The jeans finally dropped to the floor after a swift tug.
"Do you know how hot you look in tight jeans?" Warren asked as he cupped Scott's ass and squeezed it, causing him to moan. Warren's cock was straining painfully upwards against his boxers, which Scott could see. His mouth watered and his throat went dry as a result of the vision. He knelt down and parted Warren's legs with his hands, kissing and licking him sweetly from his navel to his thighs. Warren, who was squirming with pleasure, received another jolt of electric shock as Scott's lips approached his inner thigh. His stomach concaved and his Adonis belt seemed even more prominent, which prompted Scott to lick the hollow, earning a shudder from Warren.
Warren's cock throbbed and begged to be freed. He couldn't help but touch himself. Scott batted his hands away and slid his companion's boxers all the way down to his knees, revealing his length, which bobbed enticingly. He lifted Warren's legs, removed the boxer briefs, and reached out with his thumb to graze the tip of the stiff length. Warren jerked with excitement and drew Scott closer for another intense kiss. He embraced Scott and drew him closer with his legs behind his companion's waist, his cock rubbing against Scott's briefs.
Warren rubbed himself on Scott, unable to hold out any longer, bucking his hips at every thrust, and Scott let out a moan. He grasped Warren's waist and firmly kept it in place, eliciting a low cry of resistance from Warren until he removed his underwear and his hardness sprang.
Warren took in every inch of Scott's exposed flesh. The man looked like he was sculpted by Michelangelo himself - a broad chest, solid thighs, firm and curved muscles across the body, a tight and gorgeous ass, and a very generous endowment. Warren licked his lips at the beautiful man who was practically gifting himself to him, inducing him to go heady with lust.
When Scott looked at Warren, he saw the same aching hunger in his eyes that he was experiencing. The blonde truly looked like an angel, perfectly sculpted to life, for Scott's pleasure. Scott dipped his head and swiped Warren's length from base to tip, tentatively tasting him and licking his lips. As he sucked on Warren's cock, he twisted his wrist back and forth around the shaft, sliding up and down. Warren groaned and grabbed Scott's hair, gently coaxing his mouth to accept more. Warren's balls were carefully stroked by Scott as he drew him in further. The blonde man's length made his mouth feel tight. Not bothering to contain the sounds of pleasure, Warren kept moaning. The touch of Scott's sultry and wet mouth on his erection was driving him mad. Scott removed length from his mouth and playfully licked the sensitive head, then began laying soft kisses all over Warren's inner thighs, lifting his legs up, placing them on his muscular shoulders.
With a soft moan of protest, because he missed his partner's mouth on his cock, Warren uttered, "Why'd you stop now?" Scott bent forward towards Warren and kissed him. Warren could taste himself on Scott's lips and whimpered at the surge of arousal that had him teetering on the edge. Scott returned to Warren's cock, slurping it with devotion, and moving down to tease the taint with his tongue
Warren bit his fist to keep himself from being any louder than he was. "Scream louder. I doubt the neighbors heard you." Scott teased.
"Fuck! Do that again." Warren blurted out. His voice was jagged.
Loving the response from his companion, Scott bent down and gave it another torturous lick, forcing Warren to buck into him. Scott grabbed his waist and returned to taking in Warren's entire length in his mouth while lightly stroking his sensitive spot. At the simultaneous stimulation, Warren came, shooting into Scott's mouth before he could warn him. Scott earnestly kept sucking on his length until he had swallowed every last drop, savouring the way the blonde tasted.
"Wow." Warren was unable to think straight and spoke impulsively. He reached up and kissed Scott on the lips passionately. "My turn," he remarked with a smirk, implying that Scott would certainly be getting the star treatment. Warren gripped the other man in his arms and flew them into the bedroom. They landed on the bed with a thud because of the sheer force with which Warren flew. The way Warren took control turned Scott on more than he had ever been before.
Warren's tongue slid into Scott's mouth, gentle yet demanding, calm yet wild, paralyzing yet liberating. The kiss was composed of paradoxes, and that was the only way Scott's brain could define it. Something he had never experienced before, something he had never coveted more than now, something that made sense and didn't, and even if it didn't, he couldn't care because it was all he wanted now, logic be damned.
Warren pushed Scott, not pulling his lips away from the other, allowing him to lie on the bed, flailing with desire, pinned beneath him. "How the tables have turned" Warren smirked and took in Scott's imposing length on the first try.
"Fuck!" Scott swore at the surprising way Warren had already spread his lips over the head of his cock, rubbing it against his mouth and laving it with his tongue without warning, his blonde hair in view as his head bobbed up and down and his mouth hummed some obscenely sexy sounds against his cock that Scott only wanted to hear and experience more of.
Warren briefly grazed his teeth over Scott's cock, evoking a hiss of pain and pleasure from Scott, who spread his legs and tilted his hips. Warren swallowed Scott's length steadily, almost choking on it but managed not to. Scott groaned and fought to keep his hips steady so he wouldn't choke Warren as he swallowed the head and slid it down his throat. Warren inhaled, exhaled, and picked up speed, gliding his mouth up and down, making it unbearable for Scott. He lost all control he had and climaxed abruptly, all as Warren lapped it all down.
Scott was breathing heavily when Warren crawled up to him with a satisfied smile on his beautiful face. When their bodies touched, he grabbed Warren's jaw and kissed him hungrily, sensing his partner's excitement. They paused for a few moments to gather their breath. Once Warren placed his head on Scott's chest, the dark-haired man's heartbeat slowed. Scott kissed Warren after a few minutes. His hands roamed around the blonde man's body, eagerly awaiting another round.
"Do you trust me, Scott?" Warren inquired as he pulled away from the kiss.
"No, Warren. I'm having sex with you because I don't trust you. What kind of question is this?" Scott responded sarcastically in between nibbling on Warren's chin.
Warren let out a low chuckle. "A simple yes would have sufficed." He pushed Scott down once more who had surrendered to Warren's force. The blonde swooped down and began kissing his collarbone before moving down to graze his nipples with his teeth
Scott groaned and stroked the base of Warren's wings, causing them to flutter, but his hands were quickly held over his head. Scott's breath hitched when Warren took his time to suck on his nipples with eager lips. His hands were now everywhere. And Scott didn't care. He couldn't care less that he was the captain commander. Didn't care that he was a mutant. Didn't care about the pain he had been feeling through the years. Didn't care about anything as long as Warren was with him. And as long as Warren loved him. He wanted them to get closer and closer until he couldn't tell where he began and Warren ended.
He could feel Warren's lips all over him. Warm kisses, teasing bites, and sensual licks had been sprinkled across his entire body by the blonde. The man on top of him drove him so painfully hard that he couldn't think. Didn't want to. Didn't need to. He sensed his partner's firm hands seize his waist and turn him over, depositing him on his stomach. Warren playfully licked Scott's tailbone, eliciting a gasp. "May I make love to you?" Warren's deep voice reverberated on his back, causing him to throb. Scott retaliated by lifting his ass and rubbing it against him. "Fuck, yes!" He moaned shamelessly, his cock getting harder by the second.
" I'm going to make it so good for you, babe." Warren whispered and nibbled Scott's ear, as the other haplessly ground against him. He kissed his neck and his shoulders before moving down to touch and squeeze his ass. He spread Scott out using his hands, and twirled his tongue in a circular pattern, weaving through it, and blew a hot breath that sent a thrill up Scott's spine. Warren's lubed-up fingers worked into Scott's warm abyss. The winged man's chest was pressed against his lover's back as he worked him open.
Scott felt the way Warren pushed his fingers all the way in. He opened his mouth without a sound. It felt hot and cold at once. The scent of Warren's musk when he leaned into him sent tremors through his body. He moaned hoarsely, riding the waves of pleasure, seeking more, disappointed when Warren pulled out his long, slick fingers that were buried in Scott's ass and turned him around while putting on a condom. Without a word, Warren kissed his frown, lifted him up and flew them outside, above his penthouse, to the secluded clouds. Scott wrapped his legs around Warren, instinctively knowing what they were about to do mid-air, while the other flapped his wings.
Warren's tongue slipped inside his mouth for yet another passionate kiss, while Scott's free hand gently guided Warren's cock within him, missing the first time, but sliding in the second time he tried, making him gasp at the tightness and the pain and pleasure of feeling so full. Giving Scott time to get used to the feeling, Warren slowly started thrusting, building up the pace and rhythm while peppering kisses all over Scott's face and neck, holding him firmly against him as their moans of ecstasy filled the night sky as they broke through the clouds. Scott clung on tight, thrilled at the notion of sex in mid-air, his cock pulsing with each thrust. Beads of precum coated his cock, which brushed against Warren's stomach. His companion's hands gripped him from behind. Warren growled, reaching for Scott's mouth with his, wanting all of him at once, wanting to go as deep inside him as possible. Wanting to claim him. Scott moaned while Warren slammed into him, making him shudder and whimper for more. When Warren hit the spot, he felt everything around them disappear. His vision faded until all he could hear was his own voice, pleading, begging for Warren to let him come, telling him how much he needed it.
Scott clamped down on Warren's cock, driving him to murmur words of love and all the things he wanted Scott to feel until he hit the spot repeatedly. The two men each had felt the pressure build up and had come undone at almost the same time. Warren let his wings sag for a brief moment. Following their post-orgasmic glow, the two plummeted to the ground, both realizing that they were swiftly descending into Warren's balcony pool. The Angel grabbed his lover and extended his wings, gliding them upwards and inside instead of letting them fall to their deaths.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'm so sorry. Scott, I didn't realize..." Warren rushed to apologize when Scott leaned forward and kissed him. "That was the hottest thing I've ever done."
"But I could have killed you when we fell. Shit. Scott, I'm so sorry. I was just so wrapped up in the feeling…" Warren chided himself on letting Scott fall. He'd found it difficult to practice control ever since he had transformed. "… And I know you don't have a good history, considering your childhood and the plane crash. Shit. I'm an idiot..."
"Shhh, Warren, I knew you would have lifted us up. "I enjoyed every minute of it." Scott confessed softly and cupped his face with his hands, and laid feather-light kisses on him.
Pacified by Scott's assurance, Warren asked, "You did?
"I never knew you could do it while flying." Scott reddened as he remembered their tryst.
"There's a lot more that I can do. That I'd love to do with you." Warren flirted.
"So you wouldn't mind if I sampled, would you?" Scott smiled seductively.
"Why sample when you can have the whole cake?"
"Tempting." Scott pretended to think. "Tell me, if presented with the opportunity, what would you love to do with me?"
"For one thing, I'd make love to you all day and all night so that all you remember is my name. I'm sure you've figured out by now that I can't get enough of you." Warren offered and drew Scott in for a peck.
"Most people have had enough of me by the time they reach the main course. What gives you the impression that you won't grow tired of me after a while?" Scott wrinkled his nose and waited for Warren to admit that their relationship was bound to fail. He was well aware that people often complained about him and that he was difficult to love, and he concluded that it was just easier to keep people at arm's length in order to avoid losing them.
Warren sighed, a tinge of anger and frustration mounted in his chest. He was well aware of his teammates and friends' penchant for blaming Scott for their actions. "Those people obviously don't know who you really are. And the fact that I know who you're referring to proves that they've never treated you fairly. I'll never get tired of you because I'll want you more every day. People have constantly told you that you are unworthy of love. But I want to show you, Scott, that you are deserving of it. Allow me to be that person?"
Scott had not anticipated Warren defending him. He nodded in surprise and mumbled whatever he could to keep from crying. He was grateful that his glasses were covering his eyes at the time. "What is the other thing you'd love to do with me?"
Warren locked his focus on Scott and held his hands in his, kissing his wrists. He let his lips linger on Scott's warm hands. His stomach churned with anxiety, but he had no choice but to speak up. It was now or never. He'd gone too long without Scott in his life, and he wasn't going to let him go. "I'd like to have a life with you. I'd like to see your face every morning and sleep in your arms every night. Be there for you in your joys and losses. Share a home with you. Learn to enjoy your quirks. Your obsessive routines. I'd love to back you up and have the power to tell others to fuck off when they treat you badly or bitch about you. I'd like to provide you with the same level of protection that you provide for me. I'd like to love you the way you deserve it. Scott, you are meant to be cherished. And I have every intention of doing just that."
"Those were a lot of other things," Scott took a deep breath and held back a choke. Warren's vulnerability struck him deeply, and he was stunned. Warmth filled his heart, tugging at his emotions that were locked inside. The feelings were driving him crazy. His heart felt as if it was about to burst. It was one of those moments when he felt he'd lost all control and was ready to give in to Warren's love. It felt like he was walking through a tunnel of darkness until he saw Warren, who'd been illuminated near the end.
As if the blonde could read his emotions, he wrapped his wings around Scott, cocooning him in their feathery warmth. "Yeah. So what would you love to do with me?"
"Everything you've just said and more." Scott reached closer to Warren and straddled him.
"More?"
"More."
"Tell me." Warren breathed, holding Scott's waist tightly as he ground against him
"Make you come screaming, for one." Scott locked his gaze on Warren's lips, his body burning with lust.
"Intriguing. Please elaborate." Warren arched his back as Scott pressed into him, eliciting a moan from both. Scott's fingers glided along Warren's sculpted arms on their own until he pushed him down on the bed and straddled him.
"How about I show you?" Scott uttered and locked his lips with Warren's for a dizzying kiss. Scott's fingers skimmed over Warren's skin. His hands went down to Warren's hard stomach and travelled further below to fondle his shaft. His mouth was on Warren's while his hands worked on his cock.
Warren shuddered and let out a moan from the back of his throat. Scott deepened the kiss while Warren buried his fingers into Scott's silken hair. The way Scott's form felt across his body was maddening. He couldn't fathom how it took his best friend only seconds to push all the right buttons, making him squirm and want more, and then some more.
Scott took a moment to admire Warren's writhing figure before him. "So beautiful" He sucked on his neck and whispered in deep admiration, causing the other to pull him in closer for a passionate kiss. Warren moaned into Scott's mouth and sought desperately for his partner's cock, jerking him off with his hands. Warren's hands were pulled away from Scott's length as he put on a condom and grabbed the lube. He stooped down and kissed his lover's thigh, grazing it with his teeth, making Warren buck his hips up.
"Get on your knees." Scott commanded roughly, which sent a jolt to Warren's cock. He obliged and got on all fours. Scott leaned over Warren and with one hand caressed the base of his wings, making the blonde whine, while with the other hand he played with his ass. Scott's hands moved underneath to grasp his cock and brush the tip with his thumb. He licked the cleft of Warren's ass with a swipe of his tongue. "Do you want to do this while lying on your stomach?" He asked.
Warren believed Scott was asking him questions on purpose to torture him. He snatched a pillow from beneath his hips and presented his ass in the air. If Scott was making him wait, he'd make it all the more difficult. Scott's throat dried as he ran his hands over Warren's bottom, kissing and nibbling around the cheeks. Warren shivered as he ran his tongue over the hole. He started licking Warren's spine and worked his way down over his testicles, stimulating his perineum with his tongue while groping his balls. He reached up again and pressed his hand at the base of Warren's wings.
"Dammit, Scott. Do I really need to beg you to fuck me?" Warren yelled and connected his hips with Scott's hard cock, making them both gasp.
"Wouldn't be a terrible idea." Scott teased him with another playful swipe.
"You know I don't beg for anything." Warren challenged while bucking his hips against Scott.
"Challenge accepted." Scott grinned.
"You're such a... Ah... dick." Warren moaned when Scott gave his cock a playful tug. The dark-haired man slid his fingers inside his companion, causing the other to groan in pain. Warren could feel the slickness crawling its way inside him while Scott leaned forward, hovering over him to kiss his neck and whisper words of reassurance to make him relax. It had been a while since he'd done this. Knowing it was Scott's fingers inside him, and the fact that they were both painfully hard, made it all the more special. He pulled Scott down for another kiss until the discomfort was replaced by a pleasant sensation.
Warren breathed a sigh of relief until Scott's fingers delved deeper into his body, overwhelming him with sensations, loosening the muscles, and making him groan with pleasure.
"Deeper." Warren moaned, and Scott gave in, probing his fingers further until he heard Warren's needy gasps, which enveloped him in a haze of want. "I'm ready." Warren whimpered a s Scott drew away to open the foil before entering him. The blonde could feel Scott's length stretching him from the inside. "God, Warren, so beautiful." Scott whispered.
"Gah. Fuck. Yes. Scott. Me. Fuck." Disjointed words poured out of Warren's mouth as the pleasure built, consuming him from within. Scott leaned further into Warren and slid his hands around his companion's cock, amplifying Warren's sensations.
Warren could feel the slapping of sweaty skin against skin with every agonizingly slow thrust and the weight of Scott's frame over him, giving him goosebumps, as he lay on his stomach with Scott's chest firmly on Warren's back. He could feel Scott's free hand sliding beneath him, effectively reaching his cock, stroking it, and moving away, from where he was sandwiched between Scott and the bed.
Scott lifted Warren's chest with his arm while Warren turned his head towards his partner for an intimate kiss. Scott's other arm stayed affixed to the bed, trying to balance his weight. He trailed his hands across Warren's feathers and he hunched over to place wet kisses on the base of his wings while kneading them enough to make the blonde gasp and shudder.
Scott hooked both his arms under Warren's chest, giving him the opportunity to push in deeper and thrust faster, building up the intensity until Warren's nerves were in a mess. The wings tickled and made Scott chuckle as they brushed against his arms.
At first, Warren didn't know if he was the one shouting wildly pornographic words or if it was Scott, until he returned to his senses, finding himself engaged in a dance with their bodies when with each alternative movement, he felt himself arching his bottom against his companion's cock while his companion's abdomen pressed into his lower back. Scott's chest and nipples grazed against his back and his wings. His ears picked up the sound of the bed creaking and moving in response to their motions. Their breathy moans were intertwined with wet kisses. Scott's hard length pushed endlessly inside him and the soft sheets rubbed against his weeping cock. Unable to contain his emotions, Scott drove in with pure, untamed passion. When Warren couldn't take it any longer, he came undone, feeling as if he had just been stabbed in his gut, blinded by the powerful orgasm. Scott was pushed over the brink by Warren's moans. He arched his back and quickly followed after. He pulled out of Warren and collapsed on him.
Warren was thoroughly spent from their love-making, but he was very satisfied with the incredibly wonderful sex. Scott planted soothing kisses on his shoulders as he groaned. The men were drenched in perspiration and the room smelt like sex. "I don't think I can move." Warren drawled, unconcerned with Scott's weight pressing him onto the mattress. Never before in his life had he given himself so freely that he felt like jelly. Boneless. He'd shared a night with Scott that had been nothing short of spectacular.
Scott's smile could be felt on Warren's shoulders. The brunette flipped them to the side and draped his arm around him loosely. "I would have taken the day off tomorrow had I known we were going to..."
"... have really great sex." Warren contributed, helpfully. Scott laughed. "Yes. Really, really great."
"So, so tired." Warren groaned weakly, his thigh hooked around Scott's waist. He hid his flushed face on Scott's shoulders. "I can't even move my wings. You broke me."
Scott laughed and caressed Warren. Too tired to move, he grabbed a shirt that was lying on the floor and wiped them up carelessly.
"You do recognize that shirt is worth a thousand dollars, right?" Warren remarked when he observed Scott wiping them off with his shirt. In all honesty, he couldn't care less about the piece of cloth. If it meant he'd get to do this again with Scott, he'd give him multiple thousand dollar notes to clean themselves off each other. Scott tossed the garment in horror as if it had developed monstrous powers and had charred his hands. "Thousand dollars?" Scott yelped. Warren burst out laughing and kissed Scott on the neck. "Did they use gold leaves to make it?"
"It's haute couture. You wouldn't understand. It's luxury. But after the night we've had, I really don't mind." Warren purred and kissed the edge of Scott's lips.
"Of course, I don't understand. Because the only luxuries that the couture industry can't afford are logic and sanity." Scott snorted and glanced at the shirt he'd just destroyed. Warren chuckled at Scott's remark. "Am I going senile or do you have a sense of humour, Mr. Summers?"
"Given how much you spent on fabric, I'm guessing senile." Scott commented dryly as Warren swatted him,
"Buying luxury fashion is the same as buying a superbike." Warren made a face and dragged himself up, draping his body over Scott's.
"Sure. If the shirt is equipped with time-traveling powers or a 10 valve, four-stroke engine" Scott smirked at Warren and threw both arms around him, flipping him to the side and kissing him lazily.
Warren whined at having lost full contact and repositioned himself on top of Scott. "What if the shirt came with a very handsome Angel?"
"In that case, it's priceless." Scott beamed as he answered. Tired from their post-sex session, the two slowly drifted to sleep while cuddling.
The next morning, Scott woke up to the feeling of Warren in his arms, peacefully asleep, half on top of him, his golden hair and wings sprawled over the bed and his body. He smiled into Warren's shoulder and kissed his neck. Warren stirred and opened an eye. "Morning." He mumbled and went back to sleep.
"Morning." Scott kissed Warren's forehead and stayed in bed, unwilling to leave his lover. But work had to be done and, being the responsible leader that he was, he grudgingly woke up and gently shifted Warren to the other side. Warren moaned in protest, but Scott cut him off by kissing him on the lips. "Stay in bed." Warren spoke when he finally opened his eyes and felt the warm body next to him move away, leaving him cold.
"I have a mission. But I'll be back soon." Scott appeased him with one more kiss and caressed his hair.
Warren gave Scott a loving glance and simply nodded, knowing he couldn't stop him. He was concerned that his friendship with Scott had changed because of the way they had spent last night in each other's arms. "...Do you have any regrets from last night?"
"Not in the least. I enjoyed every second of it. Do you?" Scott wrinkled his forehead into a troubled crease. He had never considered Warren's reaction to his actions throughout this moment.
"Fuck, no! You should know by now that I'm crazy about you." Warren answered, reaching up to kiss Scott's frown.
Scott smiled warmly, relieved that they were on the same page. "I really have to go. I have things to do. But I'll be back." He reassured Warren and went about looking for his clothes.
"See to it that you are. And stay safe." Warren said with a hint of worry. Scott slipped on his pants and kissed Warren tenderly. "How are you doing?" he said as he examined Warren's appearance.
"A bit sore. But very, very satisfied, Mr. Summers. " Warren flirted with Scott and nibbled his ear, causing him to moan. "I'll never be able to leave if you start now."
"That's the plan." Warren said cheerfully and straddled Scott's lap, grinding his body against him. Before anything else could happen, Scott held Warren's waist firmly. "Not now, my rock star with wings. I have a meeting to attend and a mission to lead. Illyana, Jean-Paul, and Laura are waiting for me."
Warren's wings flickered as he looked away. Blush coated his cheeks when he heard Scott's pet name for him. "Man, an island full of mutants, and you're still not allowed to relax. Can't the quiet council send someone else?"
"The X-Men I lead are self-contained, as are the missions we choose to undertake. That means they won't be able to interfere. It's entirely up to us. That's how I'd prefer it to be. I don't have much faith in them." Scott exhaled as he combed his hair back.
"You don't say" Warren remarked cynically. He agreed with Scott that the quiet council ought not to be trusted. "To be honest, it's better that way. I don't trust them either, particularly with Apocalypse, Magneto, Sinister, Xavier, and other shady characters onboard. By denying them the authority to define what your team can and cannot do, you're doing the right thing."
Scott smiled and placed his hand on Warren's. "I know. That is why we operate independently. But I really need to get going. If I don't arrive on time..."
"...your team will get bitchy. I understand." Warren answered for him with an evident smirk.
"...then it would be unprofessional of me to do so, and I would be setting a bad precedent. They'd presume they can be late as well." Scott pinched his lips and shook his head.
"You could always say you were fashionably late." Warren added unhelpfully and the two burst out laughing at the absurdity of Scott, of all people, giving that excuse. "Go do your job, Captain Commander. But I command you to come back here." Warren mock saluted Scott and pushed him away.
Scott smirked at Warren. "I'll report to you once I am back, your highness." He added dryly. Scott wondered how he had gotten so far. He felt alive, now that the road he was on, led to Warren.
"Make sure you do." With his nose in the air, Warren pretended to be pompous. "Off you go." Scott rolled his eyes and kissed Warren goodbye before leaving his penthouse.