Date: Tue, 24 Jun 2003 23:27:02 +0100 (BST)
From: "[iso-8859-1] goldenknight" <goldenknightuk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Dreams of an Angel - 29 (gay/boybands)

Hi all!! Here's the next part of Dreams of an Angel. Hope you all enjoy it!
Any comments or suggestions, well, you know how to contact me. My Yahoo ID
is Goldenknightuk if you wish to send me an instant message. Sorry for any
bad grammars boys and girl. C'mon! Nobody's perfect!! :)

NOTE TO ALL READERS:
In order to balance my study time and writings, I decided to set a specific
time for every update. For now on, I'll be updating Dreams of an Angel
every Tuesday & Friday evening (Well, Irish time. I dunno about the time
differences between my place and yours, guys and gals. You have to figure
that out yourself :P Trust me, I sucked in figuring it out :)). But hey, if
time permits me, I promise I'll update it at other times :)

	Before the show, onwards to the boring part! Legal matters!
Hehehe. You can press 'fast-forward' now.

	Well, first of all, this story, as you will certainly find out
soon, is TOTALLY fictional. So! If any of you truly believe in it... dude,
I'm worried about you. Secondly! None of the guys in the Backstreet Boys
are gay! (No matter how hard I wished it :P). But nobody say we couldn't
dream it, heh heh. Thirdly, Warren Worthington is actually a character from
Marvel Comics, X-men known as Angel or recently Archangel. Okay fine, I
admit it. I'm bored and I am making a pathetic attempt to make life a lil'
bit interesting. Its not like I'm gonna publish it or something. What else
to talk about hmm? Oh, there may be some adult gay scenes in this
story. Unlike my brother, I don't mind writing naughty stuff ;) so! If
you're underage, naughty, naughty! I can only ask you to go away, but I
cannot do anything else to stop you from reading on anyway. Hell! I've been
sneaking into the internet to watch gay porns since I was 13! So, if your
parents or whoever responsible for you catch you, don't say I didn't warned
you. However, if you're homophobic... well maybe I can seduce you enough to
turn you around heh heh. I do so love a challenge ;)

	Anyway, enough talk. Any comments or boos or suggestion or
whatever, just sent it to the same address as in NNTs,
goldenknightuk@yahoo.co.uk . Yeah, we shared the same address. Don't
ask. Long story.

	Okay then! On to the show. Now, don't be shy now. If you got any
comments or suggestions, just drop me a note. You do the request, and I'll
do the show.

	Andy

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"OH MY GAWD!! Look at all those guys!! Please oh please, let some of them
be straight or bi!!" Rogue cried out.

"Well, they all seem to be looking at you, Rogue." Said Nick.

"Really?? Oh my God! Is muh make-up okay? How's muh hair? Oh God, ah'm
tremblin'!" Rogue was actually blushing so hard Nick could barely control
his laughter.

"Sorry to burst yer bubble, honey, but I don't think they are lookin' at
ya." Logan grinned.

"Huh?" Rogue turned to look at them before following the direction of their
gaze... only to end up frowning at Remy.

"Remy has lots of admirers, chere! It's not 'is fault dat he's
irresistible!!" Remy spoke cheerfully. He responded to the awestruck gazes
by giving out his most charming, roguish smile. He took off his sunglasses
slowly, revealing his red-on-black eyes that drew even more awestruck gazes
on him. "No need to disappoint de admirers, non? Remy is never selfish
'bout 'is looks."

"Oh!" Rogue cried out, startled, when she was quickly brushed aside by
several good-looking guys.

"Hi, I'm Karl. Are you new here? I've never seen you around here before."
One of the guys smiled ravishingly as he shook Remy's hand.

"Hi, I'm Luke. It's nice to see new faces around. Are you a mutant? I've
never met a mutant before! I love your eyes! Want me to buy you a drink?"

"Hi, I'm Ryan, and this is my brother Eric. We think you're *hot*. You
wanna dance?"

"Salut, mon amis. De name's Remy, mais friends like to call 'im Gambit."
Remy slurred sexily as he allowed himself to be pulled into the tide. "No
need to grope, cher. Dere's plenty of Gambit t'go 'round f'r de night."

"Oh my God, even his accent is sexy!" Eric whispered to his brother, Ryan,
causing Nick to laugh.

Remy only grinned at Rogue gaping face as he was quickly ushered deeper
into the club.

"Relax, Rogue. Granted that the Cajun just bruised your ego a little bit,
you know he'll never betray you. Anyway, Remy's straight, despite the fact
that he loves flirting with everything with two feet." Warren laughed.

"Are yuh kiddin' me?? With all those hot guys surrounding him... Ah'd turn
gay muhself if ah'm in his shoe!!" Rogue hollered back.

"What shoe? What are y'all talkin' about? What's goin' on?" asked Jubilee
as she finally steps in beside them.

"What took you so long?" asked Bobby in an annoyed tone.

"Chill out, Bobby. Sneaking into a dance-club is not as easy as it sounds."
Said Jubilee.

"C'mon, Jube. Let's do some male-shoppin'." Said Rogue, pulling the other
girl with her. "Find us a table, Wings! Now, Jube, here's our
situation. We're in a gay club so that means we'll be battlin' against the
forces of nature itself if we wanna get any guys here. So here's muh
tip. Try to look as 'available' as yuh can be."

"Like this?" said Jubilee as she perform her own version of 'available'.

Rogue only stared at her flatly.

"Ah said 'available'. Not 'retarded'. C'mon." Nick heard her voice again
before disappearing into the mass of people.

"Are they having some sort of open relationship or something?" Nick asked
Warren softly.

"Who?" Warren looked at him questioningly.

"Remy and Rogue." Nick answered as he watched one of the guys feeling
Remy's leg in the distance while the Cajun only winked sexily at him in
return. "Rogue is letting him get away with that?"

"Nick, despite their loving relationship, they still cannot touch each
other." Warren smiled. "They cannot kiss, they cannot have sex, they cannot
even sleep together fearing that Rogue would find the Cajun dead when
waking up in the morning. Letting him have a free reign is the least Rogue
could do for him in exchange for his love."

"Beat it, bub! I don't swing that way." Logan snarled at one guy beside
him, his hand raised and already gripped into a fist.

"Whooaa there, Logan." Bobby said in alarm as he and Nick quickly held
Logan's hand back. He turned and smiled apologetically to the man. "Excuse
him, dude. He's just going through some sort of a male-version PMS. You
know what I mean."

The guy smiled in understanding.

"I know the feeling. I'm Nate. Look me up when you're feeling better,
tiger." He winked at Logan as he move away, completely oblivious to how
close he has come to a gruesome death.

Nick burst out in laughter even as Warren shook his head in an amused
smile.

"Logan, please oh please, try holding on to your temper tonight, will ya?
We're trying to have fun tonight, remember?" Said Bobby.

"Try to blend in, Logan. This is not one of those rough fighting pubs you
always spent your time in the past." Said Warren. "Remain low-profile as
much as you can."

Logan only snorted and went off quietly to one side.

"You guys take that table over there okay?" said Bobby as he pointed at an
empty table at one of the dark corners of the club. "I go to the bar and
send some drinks to you."

"You okay, Bobby?" Nick asked as he looks at Bobby strangely.

Amidst the countless emotions floating around the room, clawing desperately
against his mental barrier, Bobby's mind radiates some degree of sadness
and a feeling of resignation. As a matter of fact, it has been like this
for two days now, ever since they came back from their mission. He has been
staying in his room most of the time and avoided everyone. If it weren't
for Nick and Warren's persistent pressuring, he wouldn't have gone out with
them that evening. Quick questions about it to Warren or Jean were only
answered by a sad look and a 'It's a long story, Nick. I'll tell you about
it later'.

"I'm fine, Nick." Bobby sighed tiredly. "Just go with Wings."

"No, you're not fine, Bobby." Warren steps up quickly, looking at him
intently. "What's wrong?"

"I'm... I'm just feeling a bit down okay." Said Bobby, avoiding Warren's
eyes purposely. "Nothing serious. Just give me some time alone and I'll be
fine. I'll order some drinks for you and have it send to your table. I'll
join you in a while, promise."

Warren turned to Nick.

"Baby, can you give me a moment with Bobby?" He asked seriously.

Nick looked at him for a moment before nodding and moves off to the
table. He watched as Warren and Bobby talked quietly for several
minutes. Bobby shook his head vigorously and they talked some more. Then
Warren hugged him tightly, murmuring something before they parted.

"Mind if I ask what's going on?" asked Nick when Warren sat beside
him. "And don't give me the 'It's a long story, I'll tell you later'
answer. It's already 'later'."

Warren smiled sadly before nodding quietly.

"Well, something happened while we were on our mission in Muire Island..."
Warren began slowly and Nick listened carefully as Warren relates
everything. His eyes grew sad as the story went on...

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"Fucking homophobic bitch. Well who needs her anyway?"

Bobby glanced to the muttering guy sitting next to him in amused silence
before returning his gaze to the bar, his eyes searching hopefully for his
favorite bartender. The guy beside him muttered again and he smiled
slightly. Well, at least he is not the only one who is having a miserable
day.

"Can I get you anything, handsome?" asked one of the bartenders. Bobby
looked at him quietly for a moment. Blue eyes, brown hair, strong
jaw... cute. For some reason, he always fell for guys with brown hair and
strong jaw. Maybe it reminds him too much of... no, no, he's not even going
*there*.

"Vodka for me and two Guinness for my pals at that table over there." Bobby
replied in return.

"It's only half-ten and you're going for the heavy stuff already?" The
bartender laughed. "Must be one pretty messed up day."

"You have no idea." Bobby sighed tiredly, his eyes searching again for his
favorite bartender. "Is Matt around?"

"Matt? Naah. He decided to move back to San Francisco to be near his
folks. Been gone for nearly a week now. You're a close friend of his?"

"We fooled around a li'l bit." Bobby murmured in reply. That little bit of
news makes his depression grew. Why can't things go his way for once? He
was hoping to meet him tonight and maybe have a little bit of action to
make him forget all of his problems for the night. Obviously that is too
much to ask nowadays. "Well, you cannot always get what you want. You just
have to live with it."

Oddly enough, that last statement applies to his problem in more ways that
one.

The bartender moved off to serve another customer and Bobby just settles
quietly with his drink. He eyes began to roam the club searchingly. Who's
gonna be the lucky guy for him tonight? A slender waitress came up to take
the drinks to Warren and Nick. Bobby glances at the table where they are
sitting and saw them kissing. The corner where they sat is dark enough for
anyone to recognize the famous Nick Carter of the Backstreet Boys kissing
the multi-billionaire playboy Warren Worthington the Third. Sighing
resignedly, he took another sip of his drink. Suddenly he is overcome by
the desire to get really, really drunk tonight.

Looking up at the dance floor, he saw Rogue and Jubilee dancing happily
with two gorgeous hunks - and when he said 'gorgeous', he means GORGEOUS,
in every aspect of the word. At the far end of the dance floor, Remy dance
with those two brothers he met earlier plus a girl between them.

The guy sitting beside him sighs again and signaled at one of the
bartender.

"Same stuff?" the same bartender smiled at him sympathetically.

"Just keep it coming." Said the man, smiling bitterly. "I charge you to
make sure I'm drunk enough to dance naked on the table by midnight."

"Cheer up. It cannot be all that bad." Said the bartender cheerfully. He
slapped Bobby on the shoulder and smiled. "This guy here is a pal of a
friend of mine who used to work here. Looking at his face, obviously he had
a bitchy day too. Why don't you talk your problems out with each other and
cheer each other up? The night is still young, dude. Don't waste it."

Bobby chuckled softly while the other man rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Great. A nosy bartender trying to set me up on a pity date with a guy I
never met before in my life. I think I've just hit rock bottom." The guy
slurred half-drunkenly. The bartender laughed and moved on to another
customer. The guy turned to Bobby and saw the plaster cast covering his
left forearm. "Whoa, dude. Obviously you day is worst than mine."

"You have no idea." Bobby smiled as he signaled the bartender for another
shot of vodka. "You're ready to drown your sorrow for the night, buddy?
'Cause I'm well on my way there."

"Buddy, I'm halfway there, already. You need to catch up quickly if you
wanna do this together." Said the guy as the bartender returned with the
drinks. Bobby glanced at him appreciatively. Blondish spiky hair, beautiful
green eyes; nice but sad, sexy smile... hmm... a little bit different from
the type of guys he used to hook up with, but hey, who is he to
complaint. Those gorgeous eyes made up for everything else the guy
lacks. Plus, he never slept with blonds before, thanks to his picky
nature. Maybe a li'l bit of variety in his life will do him good in a long
run.

"Well then, I better get started." Bobby laughed and he took the
shot. "Keep it coming, bartender."

The guy nodded in satisfaction as he gulped his own drink.

"So, tell me about your disastrous day." Said Bobby. "If it's any worst
than mine, I'll buy you a drink."

The guy snorted.

"What's there to tell? I loved this girl, and she loved me back. I finally
thought I trusted her enough to share all of my secrets with her. I told
her I'm bi but she doesn't have to worry about it because I love her and I
only want to be with her and no one else. I thought she was open-minded
enough to let it all pass with a laugh. Instead, the whole world blew up in
my face."

"She freaked out, huh?" Bobby asked sympathetically.

"Big time." The guy laughed bitterly. "She began spewing stuff about
abominations and how being gay or bi is God's way to separate the good and
the wicked in this world and that we are all goin' to Hell. She even
accused me of trying to lure her into being gay as well, into the 'hellish
darkness' as she calls it. Then, after crossing herself several dozen times
and hurling every imaginable insult in my face, she drove it all home by
dumping me like yesterday's trash. Wooo-hooo!! Talk about a break-up from
Hell!... heh heh..."

Bobby winced at that.

"Sorry to hear that, dude." He smiled sympathetically.

"Glad to know someone cares." The guy snickered. "So, do I earned that free
drink, dude?"

"Nope." Bobby smiled. "Mine is worst."

"Oh yeah? I'll be the judge of that. Spill it." Said the guy.

"I'm in love with a married man." Bobby replied mildly as he took yet
another shot of his vodka.

"Ouch!!" The guy winced distastefully.

"Yup. He 'n' his wife are two of my oldest friends and because I will
never, ever hurt any of them in anyway, I just have to bear with it."

"Whoa. I'd rather be burn on a stake by that she-demon of an ex-girlfriend
of mine than being in your shoes dude. You see him everyday at work?" asked
the guy.

This time, it's Bobby's turn to laugh bitterly.

"We live in the same building. We work side by side. And then, a couple of
days ago, he took several bullets that were actually meant for me. That
stupid, stupid man! Why did he do that? He should have let those bozos shot
me and put me out of my misery altogether. Now I feel even worst than
before. I held him after he fell, crying like a baby for him to wake up. I
spilled out everything and now everyone knows. Jean, Warren, Logan... I'll
never be able to look at her eyes again..."

His laughs turned raspy and he quickly swallowed back the oncoming sobs,
scrubbing his eyes with his sleeves roughly to prevent the tears from
slipping out. A hand grabbed his wrist and he looked up into those green
eyes that are looking at him sympathetically.

"I'm sorry." The guy said quietly.

"Nothing to be sorry at. Life goes on, as usual. You cannot always get what
you want in life." Bobby replied, forcing a smile on his lips. "So, what's
the verdict? Do I owe you a drink?"

"Nope." The guy smiled at him gently. "Let's buy our own drink and drown
ourselves in our sorrows together."

"Crude solution, but acceptable." Said Bobby and they ordered another shot
of vodka each.

"To our misery." They clinked the glass together before gulping it down.

"So you're in the police force dude?" Ask the guy again. "Or the military?"

"Kinda both." Bobby replied mildly. "What gave you the idea?"

"Bullets, shootings and New York. Do the math." The guy said before downing
his drink once again.

"So what's your name anyway? I might as well know it now before I start
dancing naked on the table with you." Bobby grinned as the man laughed. "Or
should I just stick to Spiky?"

"The name's James, but you better call me Lance. People seem to like that
name more for some reason. If you wanna call me Spiky, make sure you notify
your next-of-kin and get your wills in order first. And you?"

"Robert. But my friends call me Bobby. They said that name is as cute as
the way I look."

"Huh, I'm beginning to detect a swelling ego around here." Said Lance
before downing another shot of vodka. He shivers a second later and began
looking around irritably. "Is it me or is the whole place starting to get
really cold around here?"

"Hmm...? Oh sorry." Bobby mumbled faintly enough to escape Lance's ears as
he concentrate to stop his body from sucking up all the heat in the room.

***********************************

"Stop laughing! I'm a businessman, not a famous singer/dancer like you!"
Warren grumbled in the face of Nick's laughter as he began to dance again.

"Okay, okay. Why don't we take it again from the top? Ready? One-Two,
One-Two-Three, Slide, One-Two, One-Two-Three, Slide, now turn! That's it!
One-Two, One-Two-Three, Slide... See? I know you can do it! If you can
organize your own battle routine in the Danger Room, trust me, you can do
the same thing to my dance routine as well! Just focus on your steps and
remember what I taught you in these past two days!" Nick said happily as
they began doing one of his dancing routine.

Warren found himself laughing as they began to flow across the dancefloor.

"This is not as difficult as I thought!" He hollered against the blaring
music as he continues to follow the simple dance routine Nick has been
teaching him for the past two days. The song 'The Call" by the Backstreet
Boys blared on and they flowed on with the music.

"Now turn!! One-Two, One-Two-Three... confident, baby! You need to watch
your steps as well as looking confident or else people will lose interest
with you." Nick hollered back as they dance. "Think of it this way. You're
flowing with the music. You are *one* with the music. When the music goes
up, you're soaring in the sky! When the tempo goes up, you are running
along with it and you're the fastest man on earth! Yeah! That's it! Keep up
that pose! Keep it moving, baby. Keep it moving! You're beautiful!!"

Nick continues on encouraging his lover as they dance. This is this
simplest dance routine he could think of right now and Warren performed his
part beautifully. He looks absolutely breathtaking when he dances as much
as he is when he flies. What a pity he has to keep his image inducer on to
hide his blue skin and that bulgy mass on his back where he strapped his
wings tightly underneath his clothes. Through the link, Nick could feel the
discomfort Warren is experiencing but there was nothing else he could do
about it. The club is too crowded for him to leave his wings free in spite
of the image inducer hiding it and although Remy's red-on-black eyes was
widely tolerated by the people there, a blue-skinned angel in the club
would be too much even for a mutant-friendly club such as this.

More than once, Nick felt tempted to snatch the image inducers away and
release those wings from its confinement. Warren is beautiful as he truly
is, not this illusion that he seeing right now. And also, to Nick, those
wings are supposed to be free and angels are not meant to be caged.

"Listen baby, I'm sorry... Jus' wanna tell you don't worry...I will be
late, don't stay up and wait for me... Say baby, yer droppin' out, my
battery is low... Jus' so you'll know, we're goin' to a place
nearby... Gotta go..." the song blared on as they dance.

"Halt and raise hands!" Nick shouted when the music shifted into a newer,
slower direction. They slammed their foot on the floor at the same time and
raised their hands in a flourish, moving it slowly, just like the way the
guys did when performing on the stage. Nick laughed softly. Fatima would be
very proud of Warren if she were here to see him right now. Two days of
coaxing him to dance and Nick found himself successfully turning the
brooding Archangel into a cheerful adept dancer. After all, what better way
to keep him from thinking about his past dark histories and nightmares
other than dancing? The music blared again quickly. "Here comes the tricky
part! Remember the routine!!"

"Lemme tell you this story 'bout the call tha' change my destiny..." Nick
began to sing along with the song as they dance. "Me 'n' muh boyz went out,
just to end up in misery... We wuz about t'go home when there she wuz
standin' in front of me, sayin' hi, I got a li'l place nearby, wanna go..."

A rising cheer and encouraging shouts filled the dance hall and it was at
that moment when Nick noticed the large empty space that has opened up
around them both and everyone else is cheering them on.

"Normal routine now!" Nick shouted on and they danced on together as the
music came near to the end. "Keep your back straight! Beautiful, baby!
Beautiful! Hold on to that pose! You're doing great! Not long now!"

"Listen baby, I'm sorry... Jus' wanna tell you don't worry...I will be
late, don't stay up and wait for me... Say baby, yer droppin' out, my
battery is low... Jus' so you'll know, we're goin' to a place
nearby... Gotta go..." the song went on with Nick singing along with it as
if he is performing in one of his concerts.

"Not long now!! Keep it steady, baby!" Nick shouted as the song nearly
comes to its end. "Three-Two-One-STOP!!"

They froze; staring triumphantly, hands raised as the music stopped and the
crowd grew wild.

"Oh my God! It's Nick Carter!!" One of the girls screamed and Warren
laughed when she ran up and hugged him followed by several others.

His laughter was cut short as well, when awestruck men and women began
surrounding him too.

"All right, y'all. That's enough for now." Nick laughed after a while. "I
need to rest."

He pulled the dumbstruck Warren out of the crowd and together; they rushed
through the confusion towards their corner, laughing all the way.

"YEAH!! Now I know what it feels like to be a famous singer!" Warren
laughed.

"Oh my God! Warren! That was *you* who danced up there?? You were
beautiful!!" Jubilee screamed when they reached their table. "I didn't know
you've been taking *dance* lesson! Now I know why I've been hearing music
from Nick's room all these while! Nick! You have *got* to teach me how to
dance like that!!"

"I was *good*, ain't I?" Warren grinned as he winks.

"No fair! Yuh 'ave yer own personal professional dance instructor!" said
Rogue as she glares at Nick. " 'N' ah thought we're supposed to be
low-profile!"

"Sacre! What a sad night dis turn out t'be!!" Remy groaned as he came up
and slumped onto the chairs before them.

"What happened?" asked Nick.

"You happened, mon ami." Remy turned an accusing eye on Nick. "You and mon
Ange's li'l prancing up dere stole all de femmes and hommes away from poor
Gambit!"

They all burst out laughing at that.

"Serve yuh right." Said Rogue tartly as she laugh. "Cheat on me again, will
ya?"

"Mais chere, y'know Remy will never cheat on you, non?"

"I know, sugar." Rogue smiled as she leaned against the Cajun's shoulder.

"Where's Logan? And Bobby?" asked Nick.

"Logan went out about half an hour ago. After being groped and felt by more
than a dozen guys in the past hours, he growled something that sounds like
'gettin' the hell out of here before I start tearin' this whole place
apart'." Jubilee laughed.

Rogue burst into laughter at that.

"And Bobby?" asked Warren.

"I don't know where Bobby is." Jubilee shrugged.

"There he is, at the bar." Said Nick, pointing at Bobby kissing another
guy. "Looks like he's getting lucky. Whoever that guy is, he looks *hot*!
He kinda looks like Lance from 'Nsync... wait a minute... Oh my God! It
*is* Lance!!"

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Tune in this Friday, part 30: 'Friends Forever'