Date: Sat, 5 Jul 2003 00:33:16 +0100 (BST)
From: goldenknight <goldenknightuk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Dreams of an Angel - 31 (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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"GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OF HIM, YOU MOTHER-FUCKIN' BASTARD!!"

An icy blast followed the angry shout and in seconds, Sabretooth found
himself hurtling off into the night before crashing on several parked cars
in the distance. Lance crumpled to the ground dazedly, gasping for breath
and trembling in horror. His shaking hands goes up immediately to feel his
neck again and again where the clawed hand gripped him several seconds ago
while his eyes are still wide-open in pure terror.

"Lance?" Bobby shouted as he rushed to the trembling man. He didn't shift
into his icy-form. The plaster cast covering his injured hand prevents him
from doing so.

He followed Lance and Nick outside earlier and has been watching the two
from the distance, smoking his cigarette quietly when he saw Sabretooth
suddenly descending on them from shadows.

"Are you alright?"

Lance only looked at him wide-eye, his mouth opened and closed soundlessly
as he recites every single prayer he could think of. His eyes fell on Nick.

"N-N-Nick..." He pointed a trembling finger.

Bobby quickly whirled around

"My God..." He gasped before rushing to Nick, who has by now fallen in and
out of consciousness. Blood trickles out in an alarming rate from the
gruesome wound on his side and even now is starting to pool slowly on the
ground.

"Lance, give me your T-shirt." Said Bobby urgently as he tries desperately
to stop the bleeding. "Lance, hurry!! He'll die if I don't stop the
bleeding!"

Crawling desperately towards the two, Lance took off his T-shirt and passed
it to Bobby.

"NIIIIICCKKK!!!" Warren's panicked voice howled throughout the night and
soon enough, a winged-figure swooped above them at an amazing speed. Lance
gasped at the sight.

"Warren!! Over here!!" Bobby shouted as he pressed the T-shirt on the
wound.

Warren veered around and swooped back, landing before them smoothly. Lance
scrambles back desperately as Warren rushed towards his lover. Warren's
eyes are filled with unshed tears and pain - the pain no doubt came from
Nick's psyche, through their shared link.

"What happened??!!" Warren shouted in panic, cradling Nick's head as he
did. His pained and haunted eyes turned to look at Bobby and Lance. "WHAT
HAPPENED??!!"

In the distance, Jubilee's voice floated through the night as she calls the
others.

"Sabretooth!" Bobby answered. "Press this to stop the bleeding, Wings! I'll
get the van. We need to get him to Hank..."

"LOOK OUT!!!!" Lance's horror-filled shout drew both men's attention to the
rushing shadow behind them.

"HOLY HANNAH!!" Warren swore when he caught Sabretooth's snarling face
right behind him when he turn around... right before a powerful clawed hand
gripped his shoulder and threw him several feet away to the side. He grunts
heavily as he crash against the windshield of a nearby-parked Mercedes. The
car's alarm rang shrilly through the night.

Bobby on the other hand let out a choking gasp as Sabertooth's clawed
fingers reach out and gripped his neck before he could do anything, pulling
him up limply.

"I'll deal with you shortly, Fly-Boy." Sabretooth smiled as he glanced
briefly at Warren's dazed form before shifting his gaze to Bobby's choking
face and finally to Lance. "Go 'n' cower over there, kid, while I'll deal
with this li'l lion of yours."

"Don't bet on it, bub."

Another figure loomed up from the shadow of the night, moving fast and
before anyone was even aware of it, Sabretooth quickly found himself
hurtling into the air once again before crashing into another car, a brand
new Jaguar this time. He let out a bestial howl once before leaping to his
feet once again, staring at Logan's smirking face.

"You okay, Ice-Cube?" he puffed his cigar contently. "Good. Look sharp
now. I can smell others nearby. Our li'l puppy-friend brought some friends
along wit' him to join the fun. You 'n' the others take care of them. I'll
deal wit' Santa Li'l Helper here."

"Been a long time, Wolvie." Sabretooth grinned. "Cat 'n' mouse game as
usual?"

"Good idea. I'll be the cat," Logan grinned back, puffing his cigar lazily
as his adamantinum claws slide out from the back of his wrist with a slight
metallic click. "'N' y'll be the mouse."

With that, they hurled themselves towards each others, roaring
mercilessly. Logan dodged slightly to the side at the last instant, barely
missing Sabretooth's claw even as one of his hand extend, his claws ripping
Sabretooth's thigh in the process. Blood spattered everywhere and
Sabretooth's roar echoed all over the parking lot before he threw himself
towards Logan once again, catching the man on the midriff and knocking him
with one powerful backward stroke, sending him hurtling into a battered
Ford Mustang.

"Y'could at least give me a Mercedes like Warren." Logan muttered dazedly
before extending his leg as Sabretooth leaped at him again, catching him
nicely on his chest and sending him flying away once again. "Bingo."







'I can't stop the bleeding!!" Lance whispers fearfully as he pressed the
now blood-soaked shirt against the wound. "We need to take him to the
hospital quickly!!"

"Bobby, look! Scalphunter! And over there, Arclight! And
there... Harpoon...!" Warren gasped.

"The Marauders??!! But... but... they are dead!!" Bobby whirled around to
look at each of them in shock.

"Sorry to disappoint you, kid." Harpoon smiled as he drew one of his
harpoons. "Hey, Fly-boy! Remember me?"

He hurls the harpoon towards Warren; the glinting steel gradually changes
into a crackling spear made of pure energy.

"Lance, duck!" Bobby cried out as he threw up a wall of ice to stop the
oncoming projectile. It struck the wall, shattering it to pieces. Ice
debris cracked down everywhere.

"Nice move, kiddo." Archlight smiled, cracking her knuckles readily. "Now
let see what else can you do when ol' Archlight begin shakin' things up
around here!"

With that she threw a punch on the ground beneath her and the transmitted
shockwave shook the ground everywhere, throwing Bobby and Warren to the
ground.

"Hallelujah. See Harpoon? I told you they're easy to handle." She laughed.

"Yeah? Well, what about me, bitch? 'N' muh best Sunday punch!"

Archlight looked up, startled, when she saw an angry Rogue flying towards
her at an incredible speed, right before the gloved fist connected to her
face, sending her hurtling towards the nearby wall. She crashed through the
wall into the club and onwards through the wall on the other side as well
followed by several other walls after that before bursting out and crash
into an empty bus parked on the next avenue. Screams and panicked shrieks
ensued immediately as the people from the clubs began scrambling and
rushing for the exit.

Back in the parking lot, Scalphunter is shooting again and again at Logan
while Bobby is doing his best to fight off Harpoon. Warren and Lance hover
over Nick, working hard to stop the bleeding, while Rogue began advancing
towards Scalphunter.

"Yuh next, Scalphunter!" Rogue grumbled angrily. "Ah'll teach yuh to spoil
muh party night!"

"Heads up all!!" A gleeful voice suddenly appeared out of the
night. "Riptide is crashing the party!!"

"Bobby!! Wall!!!" Warren shouted as Riptide landed and began whirling
around, shurikens flying everywhere. Lance watched wide-eye as three struck
Bobby's hastily made ice wall, right in front of him, several inches away
from his face.

"Hey big guy!" Jubilee's suddenly appeared from behind one of the cars.

"Eh?" Scalphunter turned in surprise.

"Smile for the camera!!" Jubilee grinned right before bright multi-colored
lights and fireworks exploded everywhere.

"Fuckin'...!! That li'l bitch! She blinded me!" Scalphunter cursed as he
blinked repeatedly and dazedly before shooting his gun everywhere.

"Whoops!" Jubilee dodged behind the cars quickly as a hail of bullets flew
past her. "Ever heard of Anger Management Therapy, hunk??"

"Goddammit! Y're shootin' at li'l girls now, honey?" Rogue shouted angrily
as she flew towards him. "Shame on yuh!"

Again the fist connected, and Scalphunter found himself hurtling off into
the air to crash some distance away, taking several cars in the process.

"Done!" Warren's thankful voice appeared suddenly. "The bleeding stopped!
Now I need to take him to Hank."

"Then what are y' waiting for, Bird-brain?" Logan growled as his feet
connected onto Sabretooth's jaw. "Go! 'N' take that other kid wit' ya! Get
them outta here!!"

"I cannot carry two people!!" Warren replied in frustration.

"You don't need to!" A sweet woman's voice suddenly floated from the shadow
near him. Warren cried out as the world began to spin around him. Dimly he
saw Lance vomiting beside him, cradling his own head unsteadily. "Trust me,
handsome, once Vertigo is finished with you, you'll be begging for
Scalphunter to put some bullets into you."

"Sorry, chere. Not while Gambit is 'round t'watch their back."

"Oh!" Vertigo cried out in surprise as Gambit's bo-staff struck the back of
her head.

"Sorry for being late, mon amis. Poor Gambit got caught in de mad rush back
dere in club. No one bother to tell 'im dere's 'nother party goin' on back
'ere." Gambit grinned. He checked Vertigo unconscious body quickly before
shrugging. "Looks like dis chere 'ere got her own headache to deal wit'
right now."

"Stop babblin' and help me with these bozos, will ya!!" Bobby shouted as he
desperately fends of Harpoon and Riptide's attack.

"No need t'worry, mon ami. Dis t'ief 'lways emerge triumphant." Gambit
laughed as he gracefully leaped and dodged Riptide's shurikens. "It's all
in de cards."

Three kinetically charged cards flew towards Riptide as Gambit leaped and
laugh on.

"HOLY..." Riptide cried out as he saw the cards right before it explode
violently in his face. When the smoke clears, Riptide lay on the ground,
groaning softly.

"Heh! After all dese times, ole Gambit still manage to impress 'imself."
Gambit smiled arrogantly as he brushes the dust off his trench coat.

"Archlight 'n' Scalphunter are comin' back!" Rogue shouted warningly. "'N'
Archlight looks mad enough to knock down the Statue of Liberty."

"Warren, GO!!" Logan shouted.

"Wings, he's right!" Bobby shouted as he let loose an ice-blast on
Harpoon. "Go now! We'll take care of things here!"

Warren nodded as he cradles Nick in his arms gently.

"Lance, stand behind me and wrap you hands around my waist." He spoke as he
unfurled his wings readily. "Hold tight, and don't let go, no matter what
happen. With Nick in my hands, I won't be able to grab you if you fall."

Lance stare at him wide-eye as if he is crazy.

"Lance, do it!!" Bobby cried out in exasperation. "Go with Warren!!"

Swallowing twice, Lance threw himself on Warren's back and wrapped his
hands around him tightly, muttering a quick prayer as he did. With one
powerful leap, Warren flapped his wings as hard as he could, grunting in
the effort. He never carries two people at the same time before. There are
limits, even for him. They took off but Warren couldn't fly fast enough as
he wished to, no matter how hard he flapped his wings. It'll take ages to
get to Westchester at the speed he is going right now.

"Don't worry sugah." Rogue suddenly flew above him, grabbing him by his
armpits as she did. "Ah'll give yuh a boost. See ya later at the mansion!"

With Rogue hurling him upwards, in seconds, he is soaring in the air once
again, using his newly gained momentum to gain the speed and altitude he
needed.

Down below, he could hear Logan's berzeking voice roaring thunderously.

"All right, y'li'l furballs! Listen up! I'm bleedin', I'm in pain, Scott
took my bike away so I haven't had a good fight in *two* days! I've been
groped and felt all night! I ain't in a good mood 'n' now that Fly-boy is
gone with those kids; I have nothin' to lose! Y'wanna see a mad Wolverine?
Good! Open yer eyes wide 'n' look closely 'cause ya ain't gettin' another
chance!!"

Warren flew on. He could hear Lance praying as hard as he could with his
eyes closed. But he blotted off everything else soon after that. All that
matters is Nick. Looking down at his lover in his arms, he nearly cries
when he saw the pale, unconscious face. The link throbs with pain and agony
and before he knew it, he is crying quietly in mid-air. He flapped his
wings again, wishing he could fly faster. Vision of Candy's death grew back
in his mind and his sight blurred as more tears leak out and his sobs grew
heavier.

'Please God. Not again. Don't let it happened again...' he prayed again and
again in his mind as he flapped his wings desperately.

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Several hours later...


"Do... do you want some... coffee?" Lance offered in a small voice.

He watched nervously as the blue-skinned winged mutant before him stopped
his worried pacing to stare at him. Feeling naked under those clear
electric blue eyes, Lance could only drop his gaze and stare at the floor
uncertainly, wrapping the warm spare blanket around him tighter, sipping
his cup of coffee quietly.

'Mutants...' He thought dazedly to himself as he tried to sort out
everything that has happened that night. He unconsciously felt the bruises
around his neck and shivered as he remembered that brief horrifying moment
when that gruesome beast-like creature held him. 'I'm in a house full of
mutants...'

"Still hurt?" Warren asked softly.

Lance stared back at those eyes silently for a moment before shaking his
head. There's so much pain, worry and sadness in those eyes.

"How long has he been in there?" Lance asked at last.

Warren sat down beside him in silence, staring hopefully at the door
leading to the operating theater within the medlab.

"Almost two hours." Warren answered in a small voice.

They sat quietly for a moment, each immersed in their own worried thoughts.

"He should be alright." Lance heard Warren whispered to himself so softly
that he could barely hear it. "Hank is one of the best in the country. He
should be alright. He *must!*"

Lance glanced at him quietly and his heart sank at the sight of Warren
gazing unseeingly at the floor before him, tears rolling down his
cheeks. His wings drooped slightly on his back, and Lance shifted his eyes
to gaze at it in silence, silently marveling the divine sight. Despite his
blue skin, this mutant before him truly is beautiful. Nick really was
envisioning another image when he told Lance that Warren is the most
beautiful being he ever met in his life. He was not talking about the
Warren he saw in the club. He was really referring this blue skinned blond
haired angel.

Looking at the angel before him... Lance has to admit; even he would fall
in love with Warren at first sight if he were in Nick's shoes. Who
wouldn't? Nick is a very lucky guy.

'My God... who would have thought the rich and famous Warren Worthington
the Third, sole owner of the Worthington Industries... is actually a
mutant?' Lance thought quietly. 'And Nick! Nick Carter of the famous
Backstreet Boys... his friend for years, despite the supposedly rivalry
between the two groups... Nick is a mutie too... Oh wow, Howie would freak
out big time if this gets out...'

Another thing flashed into his mind. He is sure of it now. It really *was*
Nick he saw outside the plane window the other night. And it was Warren he
saw carrying Nick. That little twerp! Scaring him like that; making him
look like a fool in front of all of his bandmates. Lance cannot decide
whether he should laugh or be angry. If the situation were not as scary and
depressing as it is right now, Lance would have laughed. But as it is... he
and Nick are going to have a little talk after all this is over. On the
bright side, at least JC was wrong. He was *not* seeing things that
night. He really did saw Nick and Warren outside his window.

Reaching out quietly, he grasp Warren's wrist gently. The teary blue eyes,
red now from the silent crying, gaze deeply back into his own eyes. There
is nothing for him to say or do, except to offer the sad angel a reassuring
smile. It feels strange, reassuring a mutant.

He never met a mutant before. He only heard them from news on TV. People in
his neighborhood appear to hate mutants too, just like they hate gays. But
being bisexual himself... he knew what its like to be different... to be on
the wrong side of discrimination and prejudice. So he has no problem with
mutants... unless they start causing a mess. Thank God neither he nor
anyone else in his family are mutants though. It's bad enough for them,
being a religious family and all, to handle him being bisexual, without
having to deal with this matter as well. If there is one thing he would
like to avoid in this cruel world, it would be having more complications in
his life.

They sat on in the small lounge outside the medlab, holding each other's
hand, silently comforting each other. It has been two hours since that
polite beast-like mutant (who unbelievably turns out to be a doctor), that
cute Moira woman, Jean and that bald guy on a wheelchair (both telepaths!
Mindreaders!! Better watch carefully what he is thinking) took Nick inside
the operating theatre.

Aaaah!! This whole night seems like a total nightmare for him. Starting
when the awful beast-like animal gripping him by the neck and attacking
Nick, to that little battle between mutants in the parking lot, to him
being flown away to safety by a blue-skinned angel... before they
crash-land on the lawn of this mansion where Warren burst in, screaming
hysterically for someone named Hank, only to be greeted by another strange
looking mutant with tails and blue fur and all that suddenly appears into
the room out of thin air in a puff of smoke... Did he just enter the
Twilight Zone or something?

"Are you okay?"

Lance looked up at Warren again and smiled nervously.

"Yeah. These are all just... too much to digest in one night..." Lance
stuttered in response.

A small smile appeared on that sad and worried face and he hardened his
grip on Lance's hand supportively.

"I can relate." He spoke softly. "I'm sorry you got... dragged... into the
middle of all this."

Lance merely responded with a raspy laugh.

"It's feels like some sort of a bad dream." Said Lance. "You're
a... mutant... and so are this professor guy, and this Jean... and
Hank... and that Kurt guy... and... and... Bobby... and... Nick?"

The last name came out softly and enquiringly. Warren merely looked at him
and nods silently.

"I'm sorry you have to find that out... that way..." said Warren.

Lance smiled wryly.

"Well... it feels... strange... but I have no problem with it. You cannot
be angry at something you can't control. 'You are what God intend you to
be.' That's what my grandma used to say. You just have to live with it and
make the best out of it." Lance murmured. "But *Nick*? Nick, who has been
my Backstreet buddy for years? The same Nicky who nearly drove everyone in
both groups insane? A mutant? It's... strange..."

"He never knew about it. He only realized it about two weeks ago when he
got all those headaches and blackouts. I was the one who first recognized
what he is, and persuade him to learn how to control his ability before it
overwhelms him." Warren replied.

"You mean all these years with us... he never even realized it?" Lance
asked curiously.

"Some mutations are so subtle; it takes some time before it is finally
revealed." Warren answered.

"I take it that yours is not that subtle." Lance smiled slightly as he
nodded at those wings.

Warren flaps the wings slightly as he smiled, using his sleeve to scrub
away his tears.

"No. Far from it." He answered. "It sprout painfully out of my back when I
was in boarding school."

He proceeds to tell Lance about it, and smile when he saw how attentive
Lance is as he listened to his tale.

"It must have been a trial, having to keep those wings hidden all the
time." Said Lance.

"Yeah. But you gotta do what you gotta do." Warren sighed.

Silence stretches as they stare at the theatre door thoughtfully.

"What's li'l Nicky's power anyway?" Lance asked again.

"He's an empath." Warren answered. "He can sense and read other people's
emotions... and manipulate them too. He can project his own emotions for
other people to feel as well."

Lance smiled.

"Well, to be honest, I've always thought Nicky is special in his own way."
He remarked. "Justin'd be green with envy when he finds this out. He has
always consider himself more special than everyone else."

"Well, he's wrong." Warren smiled proudly. "To me, Nick is far more special
than anyone else in this world. He saved me... more than once."

This time, Lance turn to look at him fully and his smile grew bigger. Nick
really is lucky to have this guy as his boyfriend.

The door slid opened before he could say anything else and Hank strode out,
wheeling the professor along with him. Warren and Lance stood up in nervous
silence.

"We saved him," Said Hank and Warren sigh heavily in relief. "Sabretooth's
attack did quite a damage on his side, in doing so, damaging his lower
ribs, liver and a couple of blood vessels. He also lost quite a lot of
blood, but we manage to stabilize him and repair the damage. He'll be well
and about again in time."

"Can I see him?" said Warren.

"He's in the ICU. Moira and Jean are monitoring him right now. He's still
unconscious, so don't disturb him too much." Hank replied.

"You were there when Sabretooth attacked him, Mr. Bass." The professor
suddenly spoke. "Did he say anything that could give us a clue as to why he
attacked Nick?"

Lance frowned slightly as he thinks carefully.

"You must understand... I was... too terrified to notice anything at the
time... but I distinctly remember hearing the beast saying something about
'*she* wanting Nick dead'... whatever that means." said Lance.

"*She?*" Warren frowned thoughtfully.

"Does Nick have any enemy? Or mutant enemies?" asked the professor again.

"Not that I know of." Lance shrugged helplessly. "I doubt Nick ever came
into contact with any known mutants in his life. And as far as non-mutant
enemies are concern... no, I can't think of anyone who has a grudge against
him. I mean, sure, his pranks nearly drove everyone insane, but I doubt
that is a cause for killing him... much less sending that awful beast to
kill him."

"And yet, *she* wants him dead. Whoever she is." The professor murmured
thoughtfully. "Have the others returned yet?"

"Kurt said he'll inform us when they do." Said Warren. "Can I go and see
him now, Hank?"

"Go ahead, Warren." Said Hank. "Just don't take too long and don't disturb
him too much."

"Can I go and see him too?" said Lance.

Hank looked at him uncertainly.

"One at a time, Mr. Bass. One at a time."

"Hank, if anyone needs me, I'll be using Cerebro." Said Xavier.

"What do you intend to do?" asked Hank.

"I'm not sure... Maybe I can find some clues about the attack by examining
the psychic residues around that area." Said Xavier as he wheels himself
out of the room. "I do not like this Hank. Nick has only realized his
mutant status for a short time. He hasn't even been involved in any sort of
mission for *anyone* to know him, much less hold such grudge on him. So who
could be so threatened by him enough to order a team of highly experienced
mutant killers to kill him? And how did anyone know about him anyway? As
far as I know... only the X-men knew about him so far..."

"In another word, who this mysterious *she* and how did she know about
Nick." said Hank.

As Xavier and Hank move out of the room, Xavier continues to murmur to
himself worriedly.

"Yes... So far, there are... several possibilities that I can think of..."
he muttered. "Most of them are highly unlikely..."

"Except one..." he whispered softly after some thoughtful moments. "And I
do *not* like that particular possibility at all."

To be continued...

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Tune in this Tuesday, Part 32: 'Honor & Betrayal'