A/N: Thank you, everyone who reviewed! Cree and I agree, you're all real ego-boosters!

Warren was in the library once again. This past month had kind of floated by, like a fog. A few days after he'd taken Remy flying, Dr. Samson had come to pay a house call. Warren had found himself sternly lectured and then questioned. He'd opened up about Betsy but then, Samson knew all his hidden secrets and wouldn't tell anyone or take advantage. That was why he was safe to talk to. He'd left behind another bottle of Warren's meds but had allowed that the herbal variations might be something to try. If Warren found himself heading back to the pit despite the herbs, he was under strict instructions to start up with the medication again. After that, he'd stayed in Remy's house, sat in the garden, gone flying, basically existed in limbo. And he was still doing it, sitting here in the library, reading As You Like It.

Remy had gone to meetings when he had to, but had spent most of his time working on fixing up the house. Correction, his home. It had become more than just a house lately and he couldn't exactly place why. He had assured Dr. Samson that he was keeping a close eye on Warren and would report any changes immediately. If Remy was not available, then Tante stayed so Warren was never alone and the three had settled into a routine. Logan had filled Remy in on the blow up between Bets and Warren in a letter and asked that his good wishes be sent along to Warren. Remy came into the library, his clothing coated in paint in spots. He needed a break and found himself looking for Warren.

Warren looked up as Remy entered and smiled. He was doing that more often now, with Remy and Tante, and found himself wishing this wouldn't end, that he wouldn't have to go back to the world and be the Warren everyone thought he was, everyone was expecting, even him. But he knew this couldn't last. Sooner or later, he'd mess it up, just like everything. Remy would get tired of him and Warren would be out to go back to the X-Men, to play slut to another anonymous face who liked his looks.

"How ya doin' today Warren?" Remy had no intention of kicking Warren out and was enjoying the other man's company, but he hadn't missed the subtle wariness. He moved to sit across from Warren, deciding it was now or never. "Warren, you don' have ta leave. Ya can stay here as long as ya want. Truth be told...I like havin' ya here. No strings attached."

Warren nodded, "I like staying here. It's...peaceful. But you don't start a conversation like that unless you want to know something. I've seen how that works. So, Remy," and he smiled lightly, "just ask."

"True. WellI jus'I seen de way ya look, like ya expectin' someone ta tell ya to get out. I know we were never amis, and I know what most people t'ink of mebut I ain't blind. Don' get ta be a master t'ief wit'out bein' observant. So...I observed. When ya weren't lookin'. And...from what I know bout depressionit don happen overnight."

Warren ducked his head and his voice was soft, "No, it doesn't. And you're right. About me expecting to be thrown out. It...happens a lot. When people get...tired of me and don't want me in their lives anymore." He licked his lips nervously. "Why haven't you? You're right, we were never friends and I...hurt you."

"I guessI saw you were hurtin'...and I know what it's like ta be alone. And to have people expectin' me ta be one way...and no way else. I can't promise I can help ya wit' everythin'... but I can promise if ya leave... it would be because ya want to and not because me or Tante or anyone kicks ya out. Sure ya hurt me, but...in a way...I'm used to it."

"I'm sorry." And there was sorrow in Warren's voice, his eyes, a deep sorrow long years in the forming.

He risked putting a hand on Warren's shoulder. "I know. And you were forgiven a long time ago. Ya acted on what ya knew at de time. Logan tol' me what ya knew...soin your place...I probably would have done the same."

"I never let you explain, I just took his word for it. And I really should have known better than to believe Eric the Red without confirmation or explanation. I just...reacted. Badly."

"Ya human. And wellI can accept it from you. Rogue on de other hand... still workin' on dat one. You never loved me.. she supposedly did. So... dat's de past, it's gone. Can't change it. Can only move forward, no?"

"I suppose." Warren was quiet and then suddenly asked, "So what was the question? I thought you'd come in here meaning to ask something and you never denied it. What did you want to talk about?"

"You... and where we go from here. What ya need. How you feelin'. Ya been here a while now...and well... I want t'help ya, but I can't, less ya open up. Ya can't stay in de house all de time."

Warren sighed, "I know. I've been sort of in limbo here and I know it. It's so peaceful here, no expectations, no hurt."

"Oh, I have expectations." Remy teased. "I expect ya t'find out who ya really are... and to learn ta like you. I also expect ya to get out and enjoy things."

Warren quirked an eyebrow, "All right, Master Thief, I still need my harness. It's in the apartment. How to do the other, well, I'm not sure it's possible." And his eyes were on the floor again as he mumbled the last sentence.

"Anythin' possible. I can get de harness...I don' like it myself, can only imagine what you t'ink of it. As for findin' out what ya like and are... well, dat's why ya try different thin's."

Warren shook his head, "I'm...not completely sure what you mean. And unless you want to go around and be recognized everywhere you go with me, the harness is necessary. Like your glasses."

"Oh I know dat... don' mean I have ta like it now do I? C'mon... what's somethin' ya always wanted to try... but never did?"

Warren blinked, never having thought of it before. "Miniature golf?"

"Ok, we can do dat. What else?" He grinned mischievously. "Wanna try paintin'?"

"As in...on a canvas?" Warren was now thoroughly confused.

"Well... if ya call a wall a canvas. I could use some help paintin' a room... if ya wanna try somethin' different. "

Warren shrugged, "Sure, why not? Sounds interesting anyway."

"Perfect. Go grab something old... grab something of mine if needed." Remy figured he'd get Warren involved in something, then probe a little bit. Merde, he wasn't a shrink! What was he doing acting like one?

Warren headed out to find something, sacrificing one of Remy's old shirts to the cause by cutting out wing holes in it and then heading back to Remy. He had on a pair of his own jeans that had seen many better days. They were faded and ripped and slightly tight from too many washings.

Remy stood in an empty room, staring at a wall, drop cloths everywhere. One wall had a teal color, the other had a bright blue patch. "Ok, first... which ya like. Dunno what dis room is yet... been workin' one at a time. "

Warren shrugged, "I've always like blue. Well, everywhere but on me." The blue on the wall actually was a very close match for his skin, his everyday reminder of Apocalypse.

Remy considered then declared that blue it was. He noticed the shirt that had been sacrificed but said nothing. "Didn't think ya owned anything old ta be honest," he said, indicating the jeans. "Ya can start on dat blue wall. I'll cover dis one up." Remy moved to the teal wall. How to begin. "Umm... Warren? How long ya... had de depression?"

Warren quickly got the hang of the rollers after a few false starts trying to get the paint on without dripping. He kept painting as he answered, preferring not to look at Remy right at this time. "Since I was a teenager. The other's know. I mean, the other four of the first five. When we went into New York, I'd stop at Dr. Samson's and sometimes they'd see the bottle in my room. I think they thought that was the end of it. I would just take the pills and they wouldn't have to worry."

"I don' mean ta be well... cold, but ya ever figure a reason why ya had it? I know some of its caused by a chemical imbalance. Been well... reading a lot... so I can understand it."

Warren nodded, "I know, sometimes it's genetic. I...well, Dr. Samson says that's not the case with me." He swallowed. "I...my dosage was lower for most of my time with Candy, and it was, uh, doubled right after Apocalypse." Remy hadn't been there at the time, but Warren was sure he knew the story. He'd come after Warren had gotten those horrible metal monstrosities after all.

"So seems... when ya happy... ya don' need it as much. Tell em bout her? She sounds like she was special t'ya."

Warren laughed delightedly, "I'm called Angel but she was one. So loving and passionate. She cared about so many things. She couldn't not help, you know? And we could just sit together for hours, not even talking, just holding each other, basking in the glow of being together. She was beautiful and strong. She kept me from falling apart so many times. I don't know why, but she loved me!"

"What's not t'love? Maybe she saw something you don't. Why, I don' know, but she sounds like a smart fille. Ya know... never liked Betsy myself. Dunno why ya went wit' her... coulda done better."

Warren shrugged, "She's beautiful, wealthy, the perfect match. When she indicated she's like a relationship, I didn't say no. It was only a matter of time before she grew tired with it."

"I never liked her...always seemed cold...and ya seemed... like ya needed warm. But didn't seem my place to say." Had he gone too far? "Ya know it's ok ta say no... if ya don like somethin', right?"

Warren's eyes skittered around the room, avoiding his host. "Wha...what wouldn't I like?"

"Anythin'..." he heard the fear and turned around seeing Warren's fear. "Warren? Look at me." He walked to Warren and tilted Warren's chin up so blue eyes were looking into red and black ones. "You safe here, kay? I promise."

Warren's breath had started to come in short, ragged gasps. He looked like he wanted to tear his head away from Remy's hand, but didn't, quite, dare. Then he drew a deep breath, licked his dry lips and pasted a small smile on his face, "Safe from what? I don't need protection, Remy, just...time." But his voice trembled.

"You got all ya want here. Ya safe from anyone else knowin' what ya tell me. No secrecy needed. You afraid...I'm gonna hear somethin' and change my mind about ya? Ain't gonna happen."

Tears pricked Warren's eyes, "Why should you be different?"

"Why shouldn't I be? Besides...I'm not everyone else Ange." Taking a chance, he hugged Warren. The way Jean Luc had when he had been a child and scared. "S'ok... ya need ta do dis so go ahead. It's Ok."

Warren sniffed a few times, trying to hold the tears back, and he was stiff in Remy arms. But something burst. Remy was acting as none other had, except for Candy. Warren sobbed and then dropped to his knees on the floor, burying his head in Remy's shoulder. Tears rolled down his cheeks in a torrent. In between sobs, he managed to get out a few words, "Why...should you care? I'm not worth anything. I'm just a pretty bird, I'm...only good for pleasing others..." And the tears continued to flow as his breath hitched in the sobs.

Remy sat on the floor with Warren in his arms, stroking his back and hair and rocking him gently. "Non...ya more den dat. Ya a human bein' who deserves ta be loved for you. I care... because I know what it's like ta be alone too. To have a role ta play and when you try and change, people get upset." He held Warren as long as he needed, Warren's tears soaking his shirt, mixing with the paint. "Get it out Chere," he whispered. "Ya need dis."

Warren sobbed long and hard, but eventually the outburst wound down, only a few hiccups left. Warren's eyes were red and puffy and his face was soaked, as was Remy's shoulder. Warren pulled away slightly, looking at Remy and sniffed, "Why?" It could mean a dozen different things and somehow, Warren put all those questions into that simple word.

"Why not? Ya feel better? Looks like ya needed ta do dat for a while, no?" Hopefully Warren felt better after getting it out. Warren could see where Remy had been crying along with him. He couldn't help it. Xavier had once theorized that the Cajun was a slight empath. Made sense to him in a weird way. Explained why he loved so intensely when he did fall. And why he hurt so much when people he loved hurt. "Blue definitely look bettah on ya den red."

Warren was surprised into hiccuping laughter. "My old red costume was horrible."

It was good to hear him laugh. "Stick wit' de blue Ange. Stick wit' de blue. So... now I seen ya cry... why should I change my mind, neh? What could you possibly tell me dat would make me see ya different? If anythin'... I like dis you bettah."

"Bad things just seem to happen to me. I attract people, Remy. I mean, look at me!" Warren's laughter this time was grating. "The most beautiful man in the world! Who wouldn't want to own this?" He flung his arms wide, indicating his whole body as the item up for ownership.

Remy shook his head. "No offense, but...I don' wanna own you... or anyone. No one should own anyone. Ya beautiful, sure... no denyin' dat. But, me... I want more. And you mon ami...gotta learn dat no one owns you... except you. "

Warren laughed again, this time a melodious sound that distinctly had minor notes in the chords. He shrugged, "Yeah, Betsy got tired. Can't say I'm sorry, she scared me. But she was better than a lot of others." He paused, clearly thinking about something. "Remy, I...I have to be with people, please people. It's all I know. Sure, I like solitude sometimes, but I always come back." He sighed, "But it always hurts."

"Non ya don' have ta do anythin' dat don' feel comfortable t'you. Ya can be wit' people... but sometimes... ya have ta draw boundaries. Guess though... dat hard de way ya grew up. But..." Remy tilted his head looking at Warren studying him. "If ya want to...you can change it. Truth was.. Betsy scared a lotta people. Dat pretty bad if she was better. Dunno bout anyone else, but I...I won' hurt ya. Why would I? Why should I?"

Warren shook his head, confused, "I don't know. I mean, you've been incredibly good to me this last month and you're different, that's for sure. But...why wouldn't you?"

"Tol' ya ain't like dat. Ya ever hear how I came ta be wit' Poppa? I ain't his blood son."

Warren shook his head, "What happened?"

"I was livin' on de streets. Don' know who my blood parents are. I picked Poppa's pocket, but found out later... he let me. Anyway, when I first came t'live wit' him...I was a lot like you. Wonderin' why anyone would be nice ta me... would really want me in dere home. Poppa and Henri... kept bangin' it inta me... dat dey did it because...I deserved bettah. Eventually...I believed it. But wasn't easy. So, I promised myself dat I nevah wanted to be like dose dat had hurt me as a chile. Poppa and Henri showed me bettah."

Warren digested all of this and then pondered for a moment. "Remy...how much do you know about me?"

"Not much admittedly. And I should. Knew ya grew up wit' two parents... who died later. Ya were one of de original X-Men. A friend of yours... Cameron, tried to ruin ya...Umm...Logan told me mainly... some I... ah... found."

"Cameron was my first serious relationship. He was...angry...when I left him to join the X-Men." He swallowed, "Very angry. Storm and Logan know a bit more if you want to ask them. I wouldn't object. But...it's easier to talk about things if I don't have to explain the whole story, you know? Let's see, Ororo knows about Callisto, or at least some of it. Logan knows a bit about Apocalypse. You've heard about Betsy obviously. And I never told anyone about Sauron. Cameron...takes a lot of explaining."

I'll ask demif dat's ok wit' you den. Sounds ta me like a lot of people wanted ya one way... couldn't t'ink enough of ya to let you... well, be you." Remy himself had recently come to realize that he was bi, although he had mainly been only with women. It explained a bit why he had pursued Rogue so long when it was obvious that she didn't want him the same way. Since coming home, he had casually dated, but nothing serious.

Warren nodded, "They just wanted to own the pretty bird." His voice was sad, "And I needed...to be needed." He sighed, then added, "Yeah, ask away, I don't know exactly how much either of them knows, but it'll give you a starting point for your questions. That is, I'm assuming you'll have more questions."

"Maybe... for now though...I t'ink ya took a big step. Merci... for trustin' me. Not many do, ya know. If it's... any consolation... I like havin' ya here meby... well... I need ya here. Don' like bein' alone." He smirked self-deprecatingly. "Don' go wit' de image does it? But who would have believed it? Was... safer at de mansion."

Warren nodded, "I know what you mean." He stood up, "I'm going to clean up. Come find me when you've talked to them."

"Bien. Umm hold on... ya got paint..." He reached out and gently pulled paint from the wings. "Only bad thin' about paintin'."

Warren laughed, "Multi-colored wings, that's something new. Guess I'll clean those too."

As he stepped into the doorway, he paused and turned back, "Remy, I seem to be saying this a lot, but thanks."

"Ya have a nice laugh, Warren. Ya should do it more often." Remy smiled, stopping when Warren's thanks sunk in. "Non, t'ank you... for trustin' a t'ief." He made his way towards his own room to shower. "Care t'venture out tonight? I can get us in a few private places."

Warren nodded, "Sounds good. Get my mind off this."

"Bien den we go out. Tante will be happy."

An hour later and Remy was knocking on Warren's door. "Ready t'go?" He wore black leather pants and a white silk shirt, his long hair loose.

Warren had put on the harness. There was an image inducer in the buckle so his skin was now the same color it had been years before. His blonde hair fell in loose waves to his shoulders. He wore black jeans, and an amethyst silk shirt. The slight bulges on his back were covered by a tailored tan jacket. "I'm set. Where are we going? I never really went out much when I came to this city."

"It's a lil' place dat only been in business a few years, but really good food. Still hasn't attracted de tourists so shouldn't be too crowded. I believe tonight dey have live music, probably jazz in all likelihood." He led Warren to the car, this time with a driver. He just didn't like driving in the city despite his reputation. He didn't say it, but thought Warren looked good, but he didn't need that kind of attention. Not now. The driver let them out and they were immediately let in. It had a Mardi Gras theme to it, but without the drunkenness. "Ya can probably have one glass of wine... but dat's all, Warren. Don wanna screw up de meds." Remy himself wouldn't drink if Warren didn't, but one glass should be ok.

Warren nodded, "I don't actually drink as much as people think. Just the one glass will be fine." He looked around at the place as he entered. He'd been in tons of places just like it of course. Restaurants rarely were very original. But it had a low-key ambiance he liked. Even if he were recognized, which was still a possibility, he had changed the color of his skin, not what he looked like after all, people would be too discrete to approach him in public.

A few people greeted Remy like an old friend and he supposed he was. He liked smaller places like this where he could get to know people. He introduced Warren as "my friend Warren," and people automatically treated him like an old friend, saying any ami of Remy's was welcome here. "Ya like merlot Warren? Dey have a few good ones here." Remy had removed the glasses and people hadn't blinked. "Don drink really myself. But people assumed. Dat image I tol' ya about. But I do like de occasional wine wit' dinner."

Warren nodded, "It's what I grew up with, learned to like. And I prefer Pinot Grigio, if they have a good one. Possibly a domestic. I like this place. They don't care about your eyes? I mean, I get why people like my wings, but my mutation is definitely in the minority there. And...is this a date? Because it feels like one." He stopped abruptly when he realized he was babbling slightly.

Remy ordered the two glasses and they were assured they would be good years and delivered to the table. "Non dey don' acre. Actually...I'm a backer in dis place. I like, well supporting de lil' places better den going to some trendy loud place. Sides... dey seen weirder at Mardi Gras. As for dis bein' a date... would ya like it to be one? I jus' figured... bout time someone spoiled you for a change."

Warren blushed, only slightly, but the image inducer was very good technology and the heat on his skin translated to a pink tinge. "I think...I might like that. Being spoilt. And I do the same thing for places in New York. There's a few places that'll serve on the roof for me."

"Here...I'm jus' Remy. No one else. I could get used to spoiling you." Their wine was served and Remy held his up. "To you. May dis night be de beginning of a new way of seeing you."

Warren blushed again and raise his own glass, "To you, my very own knight in faded trenchcoat."

Remy laughed and clinked the glass. "I like dat one." The band began to set up and play and as they ate dinner, Remy kept the conversation light telling stories about the area.

Warren certainly appreciated the effort. The band was very good and Remy was accomplished at taking one's mind off of problems. He was smiling and laughing by the end of the evening, and no one would be able to tell how rare a state that was for him.

Remy ate too much and was feeling the effects. "Have a good time? Remind me ta do dis again. Worth it ta see you happy."

"A very good time. And I certainly wouldn't object to doing it again." Warren's eyes glittered slightly and narrowed seductively. The setting, the mood, revived long-held instincts. "Are you sure this is just to see me happy?" The words were said in a suggestive tone and Warren's lips were curved in an attractive half-smile. He didn't even seem aware that he was doing it.

"Ah, but of course. You have a nice smile...and ya deserve to be happy." But he noticed the mask slip into place. "Warren? You sure you want me to react dat way? Or you jus' doin' it cause ya t'ink it's what I want?" If Warren meant it, he wouldn't be upset. Just the opposite, but he wanted to make sure Warren wanted it as well.

Warren blinked, confused, and then sighed, "Sorry, I...sorry."

"For what? For comin' on to me? Or because ya reacted as ya were... well conditioned? Jus'... I want you to do things because you want to, not because you t'ink its expected." He sighed, "I screwed up I'm sorry."

Warren shook his head, "No, I...shouldn't have." He bit his lip lightly. "I'm just so used to acting that way. Even with Candy or the other X-Men, it's what I do. I'm the one who flirts, even if it's just with friends."

"Warren... I'm not offended or anythin'. Truth is...I like you, but I want you to want it too. Not because it's expected. Do ya understan'?"

Warren nodded, "I...think so."

"So tell me what's goin' on in you head at de moment. I... I talked wit' Logan and Ro... and dey tol' me... how others messed ya up. Dat's not me."

"I wonder how surprised they were to find out where I was." Warren's eyes darted around the room, "I'd rather continue this particular conversation in private. Then you can ask me anything you want, as long as you're prepared for things you...might not like." Warren was used to how people reacted to his life, it was why he never talked much about it, except with his psychiatrist.

The owner waved away any payment and asked them to come back soon. Remy was quiet until they were home. He made some tea for both, then sat facing Warren. "Ok...first, dey were relieved and happy t'know you were safe. Dey were worried about you and asked if you could contact dem soon. When you ready. Now, tell me... I ah... get de feeling... after talkin' wit' Logan... you bi? Cameron... was your first homme and after him ya sorta... well, went wit' what was more acceptable?"

Warren nodded. "Cameron was my first serious relationship. We were together for about a year. Before that, I'd had sex with girls and boys, lots of them. After my wings grew in, well, I didn't really expect anyone to come flocking to me anymore, so when Cameron came and he didn't care, I just fell for him, hard." He took a long sip of tea, contemplating. It took years with Dr. Samson, but I finally realized how controlling Cam was. He didn't like me seeing anyone else, not that that was much of a problem, but I had to do everything his way. And I wanted to make him happy. After all, he was the only one who could love me."

Remy listened intently, wondering how Warren had managed to survive that. "He den tried ta ruin you hated mutants no? Yet... wanted you. In a way... ya did de same wit' Betsy. Well, picked a partner dat called de shots. Ya shouldn't have had to go through dat. I'm sorry."

Warren shrugged, "It seems to be my life. At least, by the time we saw him on Genosha, he was too far gone to really...do anything. Except talk a lot."

"Yeah well, it don' have ta be anymore. You in charge now. Logan...he tol' me about... Sauron. Ya... ok tellin' me about him? What happened?"

Warren shuddered slightly. "Logan knew about him? I didn't think he was any of the missions that dealt with him."

"Well, he tol' me... a few stories... dat someone tol' him. Guess I hit a nerve, neh?" He moved so he was sitting next to Warren now. "You ok?"

"Sauron...I think he's obsessed with me, a little. Like Cameron, yet not. Sauron can control your mind with a glance, did you know that?" Warren put down the tea cup, his hands shaking slightly. "I was the first one he used that on and it's always seemed to work best on me. The first time, he only called up frightening images, scary thoughts. But when we found him in the Savage Land...he captured me first...took delight in...what he made me do...to him."

"Remember... you safe here. Ya can tell me... if ya want to. But...sounds like...ya need t'deal wit' dis. What ya say stays wit' me. Good at keepin' secrets."

Warren swallowed. "With Cameron and Betsy, they took what I willingly gave. Maybe they manipulated me or controlled me, but I agreed. I entered those relationships on my own. With Callisto...she took and I...couldn't stop her. But with Sauron..." He took a deep breath, choked back the lump in his throat. "Sauron *forced* me to give in to him. I didn't give willingly and he didn't take. I gave without wanting to. I was in the back of my mind, knowing I was doing these things, *wanting* to do these things, with a smile on my face. It was a few days before the others arrived. He had me dressed up, his own personal doll, his own personal whore. The things I did..." This time he sobbed, "I've been raped, Remy. But Sauron was different...it was worse...more personal."

As before, Remy held Warren, trying to comfort, trying to show Warren he was safe here. He wanted to kill Sauron, Callisto, Cameron and even Betsy for hurting Warren. He didn't know what to say and felt like he was in over his head. As Warren soaked a second shirt that day. Remy simply held Warren, letting him get it out. "I'm sorry Ange. No one should have done dat. But don' mean you are weak or any less of a person. If anything... just proves t'me how much stronger you are. A lesser person would have killed himself long ago. Or blamed bad behavior on his experiences. But you didn't. You rose above it. And if Betsy couldn't see dat well, she didn't deserve you."

Warren smiled softly, sadly, "I could wish I'd met you long before, that we'd bothered to talk to each other. I *am* sorry about the trial. It's just...my wings are so important to me. Sometimes I feel as if they're all I have. And they were stolen from me, cut off..."

"I know... but dey not all ya have though. Jus'... a big part of ya. I forgave you for de trial. You jus' gotta forgive yourself for dat. Ya know... I would never have led dem dere... if I had known. I really didn't. Sinister... well, I wish I'd met de Professor first. I was outta control power wise and Sinister offered a solution. I never would have done it otherwise, but I was going crazy. I felt guilty bout dat night... still do. De trial...I figured I got what I deserved."

Warren nodded when Remy talked of Sinister. "I should have been the first to understand. It's what Apocalypse did to me. I wanted my wings back, he took advantage of that. I'm glad I can't remember everything that happened with him. It's like there was a fog in my mind. I got the general outline but no details. Which doesn't stop me from feeling guilty either."

"So we agree. We both made mistakes... and forgive ourselves for mistakes we made in de throes of simply wanting what was important t'us no? Hard but I'm willin' if you are."

Warren nodded, almost smiling at Remy's tone. "I'm...never going to be...completely whole you know. Too many people have done too much to me..."

"We put ya back as whole as possible. Use crazy glue for de cracks?"

"There's a special glue for feathers..."

"I'll get ya some. And I promise...I'll help you anyway I can won't hurt ya intentionally."

Warren nodded, "That means...a lot. Thank you, Remy."

"C'mon. You need a hot shower help ya sleep. Gotta get you away from my shirts." But he was teasing. If Warren wanted to cry, he would encourage it. Ya ok alone tonight? Ya had a rough day."

Warren looked uncertain. "I...don't know. Maybe...could you..." He took a deep breath, "just, be with me?"

He felt safe with Remy.

"If ya want me to be... sure. Go take dat shower, den you sleep. Hopefully." He walked with Warren to the room Warren was using then showed him where his own room was. Remy figured that Warren needed to be able to go back to his own room if he felt the need to. Remy was sitting in bed reading when Warren finally came into the room. Besides the fact Remy had a king sized bed which would give Warren some space if he needed it, he asked, "ya ok wit' bein' in here, or would ya prefer I sleep in your room?"

Warren shook his head, "No, this is fine." He was dressed in pajama bottoms but no top, his wings curving gracefully behind him. He lay down on the end, his wings flowing off the side and to the floor. "Good night, Remy."

"Sleep well Ange." Turning out the light, Remy fell asleep, waking up some time later to some sounds, like crying. Turning, he realized the sounds came from Warren. "Warren? Ange... wake up. Ya havin' a nightmare." Shaking Warren's shoulder, he felt guilty. Had forcing Warren to talk--had he forced?--been the cause? "You safe. Jus' me here. It's ok."

Warren felt the hands and started to curl in on himself, his wings moving to shield him. He whimpered, still asleep.

"Warren? Wake up...Jus' me Remy. You in my bed and havin' a nightmare." He kept his touch gentle, but was genuinely worried. "Remember we went out... had dinner painted... and ya took me flyin'..." Maybe if he kept talking, Remy could get through. "Ya safe Ange... please..."

Warren's eyes snapped open, but he was still mostly in the dream. Or the memory. He was in bed, there was someone with him, touching him, obviously wanting Warren, expecting him. He rolled over gracefully and initiated a kiss, one of his hands holding the back of Remy's head, the other finding Remy's own hand and moving it down to Warren's groin.

Remy pulled his hand away and tried to pull his lips away, but Warren had a strong grip. He tried to talk against the mouth to wake him up rather than take advantage. "Mmph Warren... Stop... It's me... Remy... Mmph"

Warren mumbled against the lips as he rubbed Remy's hand over his rapidly growing member. "I can make you feel so good. You know that. What do you want me to do this time?"

"Want ya t'let me go Ange. Dis ain't right stop. Whoever ya dreamin' about, I ain't dem."

Warren was confused. Let him go? But that's what he wanted... Warren released Remy and lay back, posed seductively. Then he blinked a little and his eyes unclouded as he actually woke up, "Remy?"

"Oui Ange. Ya had a nightmare. And I t'ink ya thought I was someone else. Ya well kissed me, and... Who were ya dreamin' bout?"

Warren looked down and then back up in Remy's eyes, "Cameron. I'm sorry."

"S'ok I was worried though. You still wanna stay wit' me? I wouldn't mind... but your choice."

Warren nodded, "Better to wake up to you than alone."

Remy smiled gently. "Come here." He moved Warren so the other man was no laying on his shoulder. "Comfortable?"

Warren snuggled slightly and smiled, "Yeah. Good night, again."

Remy smiled and settled back down. "By de way Ange? You kiss good." He was asleep though before Warren could respond.

Warren smiled softly, taking it as the compliment it was intended as and not a rundown of his positive skills. "I know." He voice was shadowed, but he closed his eyes and fell asleep shortly after, this time dreaming of flying.