Scott and Rogue sat at a Diner. A server entered the booth and took their orders. Rogue gazed through the window at the street. She looked distressed. "Alright, what's eating you up?" Scott asked her. She looked back at Scott and slowly shifted her gaze down, concentrating on the menu. "I don't think I can do this, Scott." She stated. He tensed at that. "What do you mean?" He asked. "I don't know if I can be in a relationship with you and Warren." Scott simply nodded, a hurt look crossing his features. "Why not?" He rasped. "Because I don't know. Maybe this won't work. I can't even control my powers! You and Warren...you can be with each other any way you like. But, me? I have to hide behind my gloves. While the two of you are physically together, I won't be. And I don't want to be bitter about it." She exclaimed. Her heart pounded in anxiety. "Rogue. It doesn't matter if we get physical or not. We'll wait. And it isn't the only aspect of a relationship. There's more to love than touch." Scott tried placating her. Anger flared within her. "It may mean nothing to you. But it means a lot to me!" She spat. Scott narrowed his eyes and didn't hold back. "You know damn well that if you really wanted to touch, there are ways around it. If you don't want to be in a relationship, I understand. But don't lie to yourself." he replied gruffly.
"Enlighten me, please. You think touching with barriers is not a big deal. But it is a barrier. It isn't at all like touching skin. I may never find out what my partner's skin feels like. So don't go around telling me that there are ways around it when the only way is just another fucking barrier. You don't know what it feels like to have a mutation that can kill a person with just a touch." she spoke brusquely. "You think I don't have a barrier? All I see are shades of red. One slip and I decimate someone. You think I don't miss the colors? That the people I love won't be able to look me in the eye? That I won't be able to? Fuck you, Rogue." Scott snapped back. "We all face hurdles. But, we accept it and learn to live with it." He added softly. Rogue balled her hands into fists. "Maybe you have learned to live with it. But I have not," she said with tears in her eyes. Scott sighed. He didn't mean to make her cry. "I'm sorry. It's okay. You don't have to be in a relationship you don't want to be in. I would never do that to you. But don't let your powers control the way you feel." Rogue looked away. They ate in silence. As soon as they finished, Scott paid the server. The two mutants got up and left the diner.
Once they were back at the mansion, Warren heard all about Rogue and Scott's argument that had happened at the diner. With his wings down, he looked dejected, like a fallen Angel. Scott wanted to do nothing more than to comfort him. But he was hurting too. Rogue had made it pretty clear that she didn't feel the same. In the evening, The Professor received a distress signal while he was using the Cerebro. He tracked several mutant signatures of the Brotherhood, who were in a fight. He informed Logan and asked him to take Angel, Rogue, Beast, and Jean with him. "What about Summers?" Logan asked. "He'll have to stay here. I'm not sure it's a good idea to include him. Considering his emotional state." Xavier replied. "Storm and I have a conference to attend. We will be back tomorrow." he continued. Logan nodded.
"What do you mean, I can't go with you? I am the team leader!" Scott piped up, stalking Logan as the Canadian was preparing the Jet. "Sorry, Cyke. Xavier's orders." Logan said, ignoring his outburst. "Man, this is so unfair" Scott uttered and stomped past the team who looked at him with guilt. Warren followed Scott outside the hangar and called for him. Scott turned back, frowning. Warren's wings bristled. He pulled Scott with his hand and took him inside an empty room. "Scott, I know you are hurting. We'll talk about this when I get back. Okay?" He said and hugged him. Scott simply nodded in Warren's arms, anger melting away. He tightened his grip, not wanting to let him go. "Be careful." Warren nodded. "Cross my heart and all the crap." Scott laughed, his foul mood already lifting, thanks to Warren. Touching his jaw, Scott kissed Warren as the other man opened his lips and let him in. Scott stroked Warren's wing, which made him groan. "I'll see you tonight" Scott told him. "Aye, Aye, Boss." Warren saluted Scott in jest and left Scott behind in the empty room.
With the mansion's residents now fighting over dinner, Scott heads up to his room. He paces around, checks his phone, and dials a number. "Matt. Can I see you?" He asks. The receiver on the other end responds, "Scott, yes. I'm in the Bronx. Let's meet at our usual spot."
He hangs up and changes into a black t-shirt, a worn-out leather jacket, and black pants. He pockets his visor and his mask, grabs spare cash and the keys to his bike. Making an escape, so the kids don't notice him missing, he pushes his motorcycle across the driveway and rides away from the mansion.
"Scott." A dark-haired man with a white cane says without looking back. "Sharp as always, Matt", Scott replied, sitting next to Matt. They hug eachother. Matt smiles on hearing Scott's heartbeat. "Still looking great" Scott comments. "You know I am only four years older than you. Right?" Matt replies. Scott rolls his eyes and Matt can feel his reaction.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Matt cuts to the chase.
"Have you heard the name, Sinister? Scott asks.
Matt frowns and shakes his head. "Not that I know of, why?" Scott retells Matt the story of his past.
"Wow. So you're looking for that evil scientist? Matt asked with concern. "Yes." Scott replied. Matt simply nodded. "I'll look into this. But I'm not liking this one bit."
"Says the guy who risks his life every day." Scott teases and Matt laughs.
"I don't think it will ever get easier." Scott says and Matt agrees.
Matt takes a sip from his glass of gin & tonic, while Scott drinks a beer. "How are you taking all this?" Matt asks. Scott shrugs and changes the subject. "How's your law firm doing?"
"Better than before. You should drop by. You still read Braille?" Matt asks.
"Yeah. Sometimes. Busy leading the X-Men. I'm not entirely too happy with it. Xavier is trying to control me. I am banned from going on a mission. I.. I just feel like I need to be on my own sometimes. You know? Peace doesn't always work."
"Heavy is the head that wears the crown. It isn't easy being a superhero. But if you want to be a man the mutants need and if I want to be the man the city needs, then we'll have to deal with horrible shit from time to time. As for peace, sometimes you have to make a call if a war now is worth it, for the peace of the future. Wanna go with me to the church?"
"I don't know. I'm not religious."
"I know. Remember when I trained you to fight the bullies?" Matt asks while cocking his head to the side.
Scott nods. "Yeah. What are you hearing?" Scott asks, knowing well that shit is about to go down.
"The back alley. Let's go." Matt places money on the counter as they both run towards the back in a downpour and the gloomy weather.
Thunder erupts as they sneak into the back alley. Matt hears a scream coming from a building. They rush towards the woman who has fallen down. Scott sees a man with a switchblade. Matt launches the first attack. A group of men gather and circle around them. With both Matt and Scott standing with their backs against each other, they fight with the men. Matt falls down a window in a puddle. A man walks down the stairs. He tries killing Matt with his switchblade. They fight. He hears chains jangling behind him. Matt defeats the man by swinging the chains at him. Scott, meanwhile, fights with the men upstairs. He ricochets an optic blast that hits two men. He fights with the third man, but the man knocks him out. Just as the man is about to hit him with a crowbar, he turns and blasts him with his optic beams. Scott goes down to help Matt. They look at eachother. "You ok?" Scott asks. "I'll live" Matt responds.
Matt hears screams. They go up quietly to the adjacent building to assess the situation. He hears men playing poker in a room where innocent women are being tied up.
"They are trafficking them." Scott ends up speaking, voice laced with anger when he sees them through a small window. They move towards the corridor in silence. The sound of tv blaring.
Scott blasts the door. They enter and attack the men who start firing their guns. They launch a series of punches and kicks at the men. A man grabs Matt's throat. Scott grabs the man and kicks him hard on the head. "Who are you working for?" He interrogates.
The man doesn't answer. "I can't say that. You should have just killed me. You're both dead. He'll know you're coming." He smiles ruefully and impales his head on a long metal spike, effectively killing himself.
The two men gasp in shock.
A man fires his gun, and the bullet pierces Scott's waist. With an optic blast directed towards his chest, the man goes down. Matt looks at Scott's wound and rushes to him, but Scott stops him. "I'll live. Let's rescue them."
They open the door and let the women out. "Hey. It's okay. You're safe now." Matt tells them. He gives them an address where they can seek refuge. Scott collapses. Matt, who is injured too, half drags Scott.
He takes him to his apartment. Scott breathes heavily. The blood is already visible. Matt looks at the wound and is relieved that the bullet hasn't pierced any major artery or organ. "This is gonna hurt." Matt says as he disinfects a tweezer. Scott nods. "I'm fine. Just need to get stitched up."
"You're a terrible liar." Matt replies.
Matt takes out the bullet. Scott grimaces and grits his teeth. He cleans the wound and stitches it up. He feels the work just to be sure and bandages the wound. Scott releases his death grip on the chair. He looks at Matt and notices shallow cuts. "You look like shit. Who is the man behind all this?" He asks. "Speak for yourself. I may be blind. But I think if there was a 'broken and battered' contest, you'd top the list. And I don't know. I'll have to find out." Matt replies. Scott reaches for a clean wet cloth and cleans Matt's wounds, who flinches from the sting. "Stop flinching. Let me know if you find anything." Scott says. He continues cleaning Matt's wounds, removing the dirt and grime. He disinfects them and bandages the ones that are bleeding.
They stand face to face. Matt hears Scott's heart rate go up. Scott rests his forehead on Matt's. They stay like that for a few minutes.
Matt grabs Scott's waist, who hisses in pain with the contact. Letting go quickly, he mutters, "Shit. Sorry."
"It's fine." Scott says. Matt nods.
"I should leave. I need to get back before they find out I'm gone." Scott speaks.
"Alright. Speak to you later?"
"Yeah. And Matt? I'm sorry. I can't give you what you want. I'm with someone."
"Yeah? Who is it?" Matt asks curiously.
"Warren." Scott replies.
Matt whistles. "I hope he makes you happy." He smiles at the mutant.
Scott smiles back, "in another time and another place maybe we could have been something."
"Maybe." Matt muses. "Let me drop you home." He continues.
Scott refuses because Matt is just as bruised as he is.
"Call me when you reach, yeah?" Matt says.
They say their goodbyes.
Scott leaves Matt's place on his Motorbike. He feels the pain in his waist every time he takes a turn.
On reaching the X-Mansion he heaves a sigh of relief. He hasn't bled out yet. Scott sneaks upstairs and goes to his room. He removes his clothes and puts them in a washing machine to remove the bloodstains. After multiple cycles, he takes them out of the dryer. He inspects the jacket, which is now sporting a very obvious hole. Frowning, he tosses the pair into the deep corners of his closet. Inspecting his waist, Scott covers the wounded area with plastic and takes a shower. After getting off all the dirt, sweat, and grime from the fight, he pulls on his t-shirt and sweatpants. He winces in pain when he sits down on the bed and wonders if his team is safe.
He woefully gets up and checks to see if all the students are present. The boys are in the rec room, enjoying a game. The girls are in Kitty's room, chatting. He slinks back and goes back to his bedroom. His body hurts.
He lies down on his bed and tries to fall asleep. Memories of the Women and the man who killed himself haunt him. After an hour, he gives up and wakes up to get a drink. Going to Warren's room, he steals a bottle of rum which the other man had hidden. He goes back to his room and drinks from the bottle. The liquid burns his throat. His thoughts dim.
After midnight he hears the roar of the X-jet.
The team steps out of the X-jet.
"Ugh. I'm never going out again." Rogue complains, stinking and slimy. The others agree. Warren's wings are greasy. Logan is grumbling in anger. Beast's fur is sticky and Jean is tired.
Their fight with the brotherhood ended up with them having to go under the city's sewers. "Gross." Warren complains.
While the X-Men clean themselves off in the locker room, Kurt pops in Scott's room and excitedly speaks, 'They're here!". He bamfs away just as quickly, not waiting for the other to speak.
Warren sees light shining under the door of Scott's room. He enters and catches Scott's eye. "Tonight was tiring. And disgusting." Warren scrunches up his nose and tells Scott all about the mission.
"Well, the mission was a success." Scott says and pat's Warren.
The blonde smiles. He sits next to Scott. "Are you okay?" He asks, noticing that Scott doesn't look too well. Scott's expression goes stoic. "I'm fine. Just tired."
"Maybe I can cheer you up." Warren kisses him on the lips but smells the alcohol on Scott. He grabs Scott's waist who does his best to not flinch but fails. Warren furrows his eyebrows. "Scott, what's wrong? Are you hurt? And why have you been drinking?" He asks.
Scott breathes deeply. Warren lifts his t-shirt. Scott pulls it back down.
"Show it to me, Scott" Warren speaks. The timbre of his voice is deep.
Warren lifts Scott's top and sees the bandaged wound. "What the fuck happened?" He asks.
"Nothing. Just a minor accident." Scott shrugs off.
"Doesn't look like nothing. He touches the bandage and gently opens it to find a stitched-up bullet wound."
"What the fuck." Warren seethes in anger. "Who did this to you?"
Scott looks away and tells him what had happened.
"Murdock? As in the lawyer? He's daredevil? Damn. So, let me get this straight. You fought some bad guys. Saved women from being trafficked. A guy impaled himself on a fucking spear and some jackass is going to come after you and Matt?"
Scott only nods. Warren places his head in his hands. Scott tries placating him. He sits next to Warren and grits his teeth from the pain.
Warren looks up and gently pushes Scott down on the bed.
"You weren't planning on telling us anything. Were you?" He asks. Hurt filled in his voice. "I didn't want to worry you." Scott replies.
Warren breathes heavily, trying to push back the anger. "Go to sleep, Scott." He turns up to leave, but Scott doesn't let him go. "Please. Stay." He speaks.
"Only if you agree to tell me everything from this point onwards. And I mean everything. No more hiding." Scott nods.
Warren spoons Scott and wraps his arms and a wing around him. Scott arches his back and lets his ass rub against Warren's growing erection. The blonde groans in pleasure.
Scott turns and sits on Warren's lap. He kisses him with hunger. Warren sucks Scott's neck. Scott unbuttons Warren's shirt and bends down to suck on his nipples. Tweaking them with his fingers while kissing Warren on his lips. Warren moans and grabs Scott's t-shirt. He carefully takes it off and places his fingers under the waistband of his pants, dragging them down. Warren turns Scott over and leaves kisses from his navel to the edge of his briefs. Scott bends over and takes off Warren's pants and his boxers along with it. Warren kneels in front of him in full glory. Not a muscle out of place. His lips water at the thought of having sex with the Angel. Using his teeth, Warren takes off Scott's briefs as his erection springs up. Admiring his naked form, he notices the firm muscles outlined with deep curves, as if they were daring him to desire every inch of them.
Scott gasps at the sensation and arches his back, but hisses in pain from the wound. Warren gently places a hand on his chest. "Relax Scotty, let me" he speaks and kisses his lips. The men moan in need. Warren leaves a trail of kisses on Scott, from his chest to just above his balls. He moves down and licks his cock from the base to the tip. Relishing the way it tastes, while fondling his balls. Warren takes his balls in his mouth, sucking each of them. Scott grinds himself into Warren's face. His hand pulls on Warren's hair. Warren gets up and gives Scott a sloppy kiss before going back down and rubbing his cock with his hands. Scott can't handle the sensations anymore. "Warren, please..." He begs.
With a smirk, Warren dives in and takes his cock, leaking with pre-cum, into his eager mouth. Scott moans loudly and raises his hips. Warren keeps them in place and sucks his cock, lapping at the pre-cum and making obscenely sexy sounds. His cock twitches at the way Warren looks right now. "Aah. Warren..I'm close." Scott's cock is swelling up and throbbing with every stroke. Warren sucks it harder until he explodes into a world of ecstasy. Lapping at the cum, Warren gets up and kisses him. Scott licks the cum on Warren's finger, sucking on it. The erotic display sends desire straight down to Warren's cock. "My turn" Scott says and flips Warren over. He kisses him hard on the lips and trails wet kisses on his jaw, his chest, and his washboard abs. He licks the area just below his belly while massaging his wings. Scott lasciviously kisses Warren's wet lustful lips and rubs Warren's wings, getting closer to the base where he is especially sensitive.
"Scott. Fuck." Warren breathes heavily, desperate to come. Scott bends down and licks the tip of Warren's cock, sucking each part slowly from the tip to the base until all of Warren's cock is in Scott's mouth. He loves the feeling of Warren's cock stretching his mouth. He strokes Warren's balls with his hands and sucks his cock. He detaches his mouth from Warren's cock with a pop. He sucks on his balls, teasing them with his tongue. Warren can't hold it any longer. "Oh god!"
"Nope. Just me." Scott quips and takes Warren's cock in his mouth once again until he wraps his mouth around the base. "Holy shit!" Warren screams. The tingling starts in his groin and spreads to the spine. His wings flexed. "Fuck, Scott."
Just before he is about to come, Scott takes his cock out of his mouth.
"Get on your knees" Scott commands.
Pleasure shoots into Warren's groin over Scott's authoritative tone.
Warren complies. Using his hands to spread Warren's ass, he kisses his inner thighs and in one sweeping motion licks from his balls to his crack. He bends down and licks Warren's pucker. The blonde's stomach does flip-flops. His tongue traces Warren's anus. He blows warm air around it, causing Warren to gasp. He uses his tongue with long, flat licks, slowly sucking on the anal area and stroking the blonde's cock at the same time.
Warren comes, ejaculation coating his chest along with beads of sweat. Scott turns Warren's boneless form around and continues to suck his cock till it goes soft. "Wow." he lets out. "Where did you learn to do that?"
Scott smiles sweetly. He ignores the question and lies on top of Warren, whose wings cover them both. He feels protected and thoroughly loved with Warren by his side. The pain from the wound put aside like it was nothing. Warren lazily flicks his tongue on Scott's nose while the other turns his head to nibble on Warren's ear, both unwilling to move. That night they sleep in each other's arms.