Chapter 3: Not Quite the Angel

Chapter Rating: M-rated

Pairing: Angel/OC

It was dark when angel finally arrived in the X-mansion. He made his way to his room, he'd talk to professor Xavier tomorrow, all he needed now was some rest. He turned the key and opened his door when a strange noise distracted him. It was running water, and it seemed to come from his bathroom.

Who on earth would be showering in his bathroom? He had left the door locked, for what it was worth in a building where girls could walk through walls, or people could just teleport past them. He made his way to the bathroom and quickly pulled the door open...

Mathew was enjoying his shower, as always when showering he was training his telekinetic abilities, trying to keep the water floating in the air rather than let it flow away. After a few minutes he had built a small cacoon around him of water, and bigger it grew until he had something of a bathtub around him.

Then the door swang open, the sudden movement and sound gave Mathew such a scare that the hot water he had collected around him instantly exploded soaking not only the bathroom itself, but also the man that was standing in the doorway. The moment Warren opened the door he was instantly soaked, and his eyes full of water, blinding him for the moment.

It was then that Mathew noticed what had happened, and almost instantly a wet towel -due to all the water that spat around- wrapped itself around his waist. "Who do you think you are, and what the hell are you doing?" He yelled at the intruder.

Warren, who had now recovered quickly replied with the same snappy tone, "Who am I? I am the owner of this room, and what do you think you're doing?!" Who on earth was this guy taking a shower and his room? And what happend?

"Well excuse me, owner." Mathew snapped, "This is my room, and my shower." and to continue, "And what on earth are you thinking, spying on me." It was only then that he reminded himself of how he had gotten this room, and started to blush a little. "Oh... Your room ey?... sorry..."

Only now that the intruder apoligised did Warren understand what he had done, he had just run in on someone showering. "Oh... it's okey, it's not like you did it on purpose..." Angel spoke, selfconcious. All he got as a reply was a shy little nod from Mathew, who had in fact taken this room on purpose. "But... ehm... how did you get in?" He asked this stranger, "And... are you?"

Mathew smiled, "Ehm, Mathew Frost, pleased to meet you." Although the shade of his blue eyes, and blonde hair might have hinted in the direction, "I'm the new teacher to replace Jean... and... that's how I got in, telekineses."

"Warren Worthington..." Angel replied, "And ehm... pleased to meet you... ehm.." Angel tried to continue, but as his mind started wandering, so did his eyes...

"Warren... you're making me blush..." Mathew replied, suddenly very aware that aside from the little towel along his waist, he was very much exposed.

Angel's face quickly turned red, "Are... you... rea- reading m- my mind?" He stuttered, hoping it wasn't the case.

"With looks like that... I don't have to." Mathew replied dodging the actual question, but giving a meaningful wink, "Now... if you don't mind... I have to change..." Mathew got out of the shower and walked back into the bedroom, as he passed angel he gave him a quick, soft kiss on the cheek.

If ever there was a need to describe something of the most intense red color one can imagine, Warren Worthington's face at that moment would best fit the bill. He stood frozen for minute, and then decided he could use a shower himself.

Mathew got into his sleeping attire, and lay down upon his bed. He was just too tired after an entire day of entertaining students. The last thing he heard before falling asleep was that the shower started running.

The next morning Mathew woke up in Angel's arms, both of them lying in what was technically Angel's bed. The sudden movement of Mathew's awkening and attempts to leave the bed woke Warren up. As he noticed his arm around Mathew the blush quickly returned to his face... "This.. this isn't what it seems." he exclaimed, again the little stutter.

"I know, dear" He replied, he had already scanned Warren's mind when he woke up. "We should probably get dressed, or we'll be late for breakfast... And i'd miss my first class." Then Mathew treated Warren to a sweet smile.

"You know... about the room... maybe you could..." Warren started, his face still red, and the gentle stuttering still present. Stay? Mathew suggested telepathically, Angel handn't even noticed the feint blue glow in his eyes when he had started listening to his thoughts rather than his words spoken a while ago. The two, now standing close together seemed to move even farther towards eachother, as if driven by a single thought shared by both, followed by a kiss that made up for all the energy that hadn't been spent that night. I'll take that as a yes... Thought angel, assuming Mathew was still in his mind... and he was. And although Warren couldn't see, the smile on Mathew's face had grown, and the feint glow in his eyes had strengthened, as if wanting to hold this moment forever.

Ah yes, that lovely room...Who could ever resist the great view it had...