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WARNING! The following story contains slash as in male/male relationships, at one point male/male/male. You no like, you no read. I did warn you. Oh and it's a teensy bit angsty…

Lone Angel

Chapter 4,

They had been sent up to fetch Warren for dinner as he was the only student not to have turned up yet. His door was closed so the two boys knocked. No answer. They looked quickly at each other and then quietly entered the room. The window was open, the curtains blowing in the breeze and there lying on his front was Warren, sound asleep.

"He'd been crying," Peter whispered worriedly, crouching to look closer at Warren's tears streaked cheeks.

"Do you think it was what happened in Art?" Bobby asked joining Peter's position. The open sketchbook on the floor suggested that yes it was the Art lesson which was responsible for Warren's tears.

"His drawings…they're so sad," Peter said as he turned a page and gave a small gasp, "I'd never have guessed…"

"What?"

"He's done a page spread on how having no friends means he's never been kissed. There's little pictures of other X-Kids and X-Men kissing and then him alone," Peter said looking up at Warren's face, "His sketchbook could break hearts."

"Never? He's never had a kiss?" Bobby asked, both shocked and surprised.

"Shush, I don't think we should wake him after all, we'll just bring some food up to him later," Peter said, gently touching Warren's soft hair. "He looks like he needs his sleep." Unfortunately Warren didn't seem to agree as at that moment he stirred under Peter's hand which was quickly snatched away. The two boys froze as Warrens eyes cracked open.

"What are you doing here?" he asked sleepily. Noticing the open sketchbook he leaned down and snapped it shut quickly.

"Warren…"

"What are you doing here?" he repeated his question more firmly as sleep left him. Peter looked like he wanted to say something about the sketchbook so Bobby broke in suddenly.

"Storm sent us to get you for dinner."

"Oh, oh alright then." The winged boy stood slowly and stretched his arms above his head, causing Peter to nearly drool as his shirt writhed up to show his rather amazingly toned stomach. "I thought you'd come to make fun of me."

"Warren why would we make fun of you?" Bobby asked hurt. "We're your friends."

"…"

"I saw your book, we don't pity you Warren. If we didn't like you we'd tell you, and we do like you," Bobby said passionately. Warren stared at him in true surprise, his eyes slightly wider than normal.

"You actually w-want to be my friends?"

"Yes." Both the X-Men answered at once and Warren blinked a few times before he finally smiled.

"Really?"

"What do we have to do to convince you?" Peter asked. Warren sighed.

"I-I don't know. As you know I've never had a friend before because I've had to hide all the time…"

"Because of your wings?"

"Yes."

"Do you really think we'd care about your wings? I turn to Ice and Peter here turns to steel," Bobby said with his usual dazzling smile. Peter nodded, not noticing that his own hand had stretched out and was gently touching the beautiful white feathers before him. He did notice when Warren stared at the hand.

"Your wings are beautiful." Time seemed to freeze as the angel watched the gentle hand, felt the new sensations running through his body.

"Do you believe us yet?" Bobby asked, breaking the moment.

"Y-Yes. Yes I do," the reply was quiet as his gaze moved up to stare at Peter's face. Bobby's mind was working overtime, Warren obviously liked Peter and that meant he was either gay or bisexual. Maybe he could play at being matchmaker with the two. Probably do them some good if he did.

"Well come on let's get to dinner or it'll all be gone and you will be sitting with us." A wide smile spread over Warren's face as the three made their way down to the dining room, for the first time he was going to eat with real friends.

A/N There we go, short I know but been busy, just started my first ever job.