With Warren on his lap, he licked the other man's neck with his lips. He was savoring the taste of the winged man's skin. At the same time, it was sweet and salty. Warren moaned with delight as Scott teased him. As Scott sucked his collarbone, he arched his back. "Scott...we...we... Someone will notice", Warren stammered incoherently. Scott withdrew reluctantly. His hair became ruffled, and his lips had swollen.
Warren rose to his feet, and Scott quickly followed. "Let's go get something to eat", Warren said as he took Scott's hand in his. They made their way down the hall to dinner. They parted ways when they arrived at the dining room, noticing dinner in the works. Rogue and Kurt continued to fight over the last nugget, while Kitty frowned at them for eating meat.
Dinner halted when the two men turned to look at the team. "What was it that took you so long?" Evan mused aloud as he chewed on a piece of a dinner roll. Scott took a look around the room. He said flatly, "Work." Inadvertently, Evan nodded. "Scott, you are so boring! Live dangerously for a change! " Bobby was imploring. "Do you want to live dangerously, Bobby? I'll see you at the danger room at 5:00 a.m. tomorrow." Scott scowled back. "What? Why?" Bobby whined. "You can't even take the lead. You are wounded!"
"Oh, I'm not going in there. I'll be observing." Scott smiled slyly. Bobby let out a sigh. Warren pursed his lips at Scott. "Bobby, he's not going to do that. He needs to rest."
Scott gave Warren a disapproving look. "I'll be there," he said.
"No," Warren was adamant. "Hank, help me out."
"Warren is correct. Bobby's punishment will have to wait until you've recovered, I'm afraid."
"Dammit, Warren. I'm perfectly fine!" Scott tensed up and his brows furrowed.
Warren gave a smug look.

The Professor was experiencing a migraine. "Scott, please. Hank informed me of what had occurred to you. I'll see you after dinner in my office." He clearly mentioned. "You're also not allowed to go near the danger room until you've recovered." He went on to say.
Upon hearing the professor and Hank's seeming betrayal, Scott straightened his back. He glared through his glasses at the blue-furred man who was avoiding his gaze. Wolverine shook his head at Hank who looked down in guilt.
The professor objected, and said, "Hank is just looking out for you." "I'd appreciate it if you respected the man who healed you, and you need to focus on your task because your work ethic is deteriorating. Remember, the X-Men come first," the Professor asserted, shrugging him off condescendingly.
Rogue and Kurt, who were sitting next to them, noticed Scott pause for a moment as Warren held his hand under the table. How could the Professor declare that his work ethic was deteriorating while he was killing himself over his team and the old man's dream? He had no standing. He swallowed his anger and frustration and straightened up. "Sure, Professor," he said, ignoring his own thoughts and emotions. Warren squeezed Scott's hands, while the other smiled appreciatively from the corner of his glasses.
"That's great. Now that this is settled, I believe we should converse about your stay and your role with the X-Men, Warren." The professor proceeded. Warren gave a brief nod but remained silent. "So, what decision have you made? Will you become a member of the X-Men?" The professor queried.
"Sure, I'll join the X-Men." On one condition..." Warren spoke brazenly. "What precisely would that be?" The Professor wanted to know.
"You don't fuck us over", Warren added and ate his potatoes casually. The group stared at him in disbelief, but he ignored them. He'd been to enough meetings to know that men like Charles were usually in the game for themselves. Sure, Charles was seeking to bring about peace. That kind of thing, however, usually came at a cost. When it came right down to it, he knew it wouldn't be Charles who would have to give everything up. He'd delegate the task to someone else. Someone who felt obligated to him. Scott, for instance. And the last thing he wanted was for Scott to be hurt because Charles only cared about the X-Men and not about Scott. He had gone through the same thing with his father, who was more interested in the company than with his own son. And he'd seen it in Charles, who cared more about his cause than Scott, who saw Charles as a father figure.
"What makes you think I'll deceive you, Warren? Also, please refrain from using crude language here." The professor asked, displeased.
"I've had enough encounters with people like you in my life. They get what they want, regardless of the consequences. You are one of them. You may be fighting for a good cause, but keep in mind that if anything bad happens to my team on your watch, I will hold you accountable." Warren stated the above.
"Warren, the X-Men mean a lot to me; why do you think I'd impede my team?" Charles wanted to know.
"Because men like you don't make sacrifices; you just tell others to," Warren answered back.
"You do realize I'm not forcing the X-Men to make sacrifices for me; they're free to come and go as they please; I'm not their jailor," the Professor argued.
"You know there's more than one way to force someone to work for you. What you're doing, what you just said to Scott, is unjustifiable," Warren said, shaking his head. Scott lowered his gaze to his plate, attempting to tune out the argument.
"And what makes you think it's unacceptable? Scott is a formidable young man. And I'll make sure he flourishes while he's in my care." Charles made a remark.
"Flourishes or perishes? The rate with which you are on his back all the time comes to show that you are only concerned for the cause. Do you realize how much pressure you've imposed on him?" Warren exclaimed angrily. He couldn't figure out why Scott was so supportive of this man.
"Scott can handle a lot of pressure. I don't see anything wrong with how he's doing. And great power like Scott's comes with responsibility." Charles added ominously.
"Are you even listening to yourself? How can you ask Scott to make sacrifices? Why don't you ask Jean or someone else? Because, as far as I can tell, you don't give a damn about him. You may have taken him in, but you're no different than the people he's had to deal with throughout his life. Those who take advantage of his abilities." Warren was enraged.
The conversation continued as the two men argued over Scott, who remained silent. He sighed and creased his brows. "Stop it! Both of you. I can speak for myself! " He glared at Warren and Charles.
Scott was the centre of both men's stares. Charles was the first to speak. "Please accept my apologies, Scott; I was unaware Warren felt this way about the cause. I'm not sure how useful having you on our team would be after this discussion, Warren."
Warren was enraged, but Scott was the one who spoke up. "To be honest, Professor, it is my team. You may be the one who assigns us the mission, but I am the one in charge. And if Warren wishes to stay, he will." Scott mentioned with assurance. He wanted Warren to be a part of the team.

"You may be the leader, Cyclops. That decision, however, is not yours to make." Charles disparaged his leadership. Scott could only see the venom in the Professor's dismissive comment at this point. He took the decision to bite back.

"With all due respect, Charles, go fuck yourself" Scott growled in rage. A chorus of gasps could be heard from the table. Except for Warren and Rogue, who wore solemn expressions, everyone stared at Scott, perplexed. They were both well aware that the Professor was acting unjustly. Scott pushed himself out of his chair and got to his feet. He turned and walked away without looking back.

"Wow, I should come to dinner more often" Tabitha exclaimed. "What Scott did...He had no right." Jean said with a shake of her head. Warren's gaze was fixed on her. "He had every right." He turned to face the professor with a harsh glare. "You had it coming. And don't even try and act as if you don't know why." He spoke as he walked away from the table, Rogue close behind. Kurt instantly teleported to Scott's room.