Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2003 23:54:35 +0100 (BST) From: goldenknight <goldenknightuk@yahoo.co.uk> Subject: Dreams of an Angel - 37 (gay/boybands) Hi all!! Here's the next part of Dreams of an Angel. Hope you all enjoy it! Now, I know, I know. The story is shorter than usual, plus that the recent updates has been quite boring. I'm sorry about that. I'm going through some busy time with college works and all, so my Creativity Department has been closed for a while now. Don't worry. I promise I'll try to get the story up further in the future. 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 ********************************** Part 37: 'To Be Loved By An Angel' "This is a nice place that you got here, Nick." Warren smiled as he stood by the car with his bags in his hands, gazing at the nearby sea appreciatively. "I thought you'd like it." Nick grinned as he unlocks the door of his house while balancing his bags at the same time. "But if you wanna fly, you need to wait till its dark. This area is not as isolated as it looks." Warren didn't answer. Nick laughed softly as he felt the intense feeling of longing from his lover's mind... no doubt Warren is contemplating of ripping the straps from his wings and fly off into the four winds. The landing and the rest of the journey to Nick's house were far from eventful. They did stop by Lance's house for a while to drop the guy off there. Then they made their way slowly through the freeways, taking their own time and pleasure to enjoy their first time alone together. "Hellooo?? Yoo-hoo!! Earth to Bird-Boy! Are you there?" Nick called before laughing when Warren jumped in surprise. "What's news from La-la-Land?" "Very funny." Warren smiled as he walks into the house with the rest of the luggage. Looking around the house, he raised his eyebrow appreciatively. "Niceeee! So this is how a famous boyband singer's house looks like." "Perhaps not as good as the house of a certain multi-billionaire, but good enough for me." Nick answered cheerfully as he dumps the bag in the hallway. He laughed when Warren wrapped his arms around him and kissed his neck. "You can live in a run-down shack for all I care, I will still love you." Warren murmurs happily as he inhales the refreshing aroma of Nick's mysterious cologne deeply. "Mmmm... I wish you tell me what you're using as your cologne. I searched your room high and low for it but I can't seem to find it. You've been hiding it from me, don't you?" Nick grinned as he turned his face to the side to capture Warren's lips and they kissed deeply and lazily as soon as their lips met. "Mmmph... Keep... (kiss)... on... (kiss)... looking... (kiss)... loverboy... (kiss)..." Nick mumbled as they kissed. "House rule... (kiss)... number 1... (kiss)... in Worthington... (kiss)... household... (kiss)..." Warren smiled amidst the kisses, wrapping his arms around Nick tighter. "Never talk... (kiss)... with... (kiss)... your mouth... (kiss)... full... (kiss)..." Nick's ensuing laughter vibrated throughout their body as they deepened their kiss further. He turned around fully to face Warren and he wasn't even aware of the fact that he is suddenly pinned against the front door, kissing desperately, their breath coming out in heaves, their tongues wrestling each other lazily and their hands slithering like snakes all over each other's body... until... "OWWW!!!" Nick yelled and Warren pulled away quickly, staggering slightly as the wound on Nick's side flared painfully through the link. "Ow... ow... ow... ow... OWW." "Baby, I'm sorry!" Warren spoke desperately as he removed his hand from the wounded area. "I'm so, so sorry!!" Nick sag in his arms weakly, whimpering and groaning painfully. Cursing himself inwardly again and again for being so stupid, Warren gently lifts Nick up, cradling him in his arms and hurried into the living room where he laid him out onto the couch. Kneeling beside him worriedly, he quickly unwrap the bandages to check the stitches, praying fervently that he didn't messed it up too badly. After a moment of careful assessment, Warren sighed in relief and placed the bandages back into place. It was not too bad. The stitches were ruffled a little bit, but he didn't mess it up too much. The pain will pass. "Warren..." Nick breathed out tiredly, his eyes closed. "I'm sorry, Nick." Warren spoke softly. "Hold me..." Nick mumbled out. "I'll be all right in a while... just hold me for a minute or two 'kay?" "Take your time, baby." Warren spoke softly. He gently lifts Nick into a sitting position for a brief moment; brief enough for him to slip behind him and pull him against his chest, wrapping his hand around him gently. His back feels very uncomfortable, as his tightly strapped wings protested against his chosen position, but he ignores it completely. "I'm here for you. Just rest against me and take your time. You want me to use the link to take the pain away?" "No." Nick answered immediately. "No, I'll be alright in a while. Just hold me." They fell silent for several minutes. Warren held him in his arm carefully, this time, paying careful attention to avoid the wounded area. Nick rests his head against Warren's chest gratefully, feeling absolutely safe within the embrace of those strong arms. Twenty minutes or so pass by before the flaring pain on his side diminishes into mere throbbing. "You okay now?" Warren whispers into his ears, his breath felt nice and warm against his skin. "Yeah." Nick smiled at last. "Sorry about that." "It's my fault, honey." Warren spoke softly, his chest vibrating slightly as he speaks. "I should have been more careful." "Now, let's not start the blaming games okay?" Nick replied cheerfully as he struggles to sit up despite his desire to remain in his lover's gentle embrace. "God, I just wish this stupid wound heals quickly. Help me up will you?" In moments, Warren found himself half-supporting Nick around the room. "Help me upstairs to my room, baby." Nick winced slightly as he walked. "I think I have some painkillers in the bathroom. Let me take some of that before I take you on a grand tour around the house." "Allow me." Warren smiled as he sweep Nick off his feet and cradle him gently in his arms. "Just point the way, li'l tiger." Nick giggled softly as he allowed himself being carried up the stairs. "Aren't we supposed to be married first or something before doing this?" "This is a special situation." Warren grinned as he reaches the top. "We'll do it properly later. Now point the way before I go mad from having this stupid straps around my wings." "Aww, my poor little angel." Nick laughed as he pointed at one of the doors. "That room." Warren hurriedly enters the room and sat Nick on the bed. "Ah-ah-ah. You sit there. I'll get the painkillers." Warren smiled. Nick rolled his eyes and began to stand but Warren pushes him back onto the bed. "Sit! Stay!" Nick's eyes widened at the stern voice and he complied obediently. "Do you want me to bark now?" Nick spoke at last when he finally found his voice. "Woof!" Warren's laughter floated back from the bathroom. "Good boy!" He came out later carrying the painkillers and a glass of water. "Bon appetite." Warren smiled as he handed the tablets and water to Nick. Nick glares at him one last time before chugging it all down, lying down on his bed gratefully as he waited for the painkillers to work its magic. Warren sits next to him, gently massaging his hand. "You okay now, baby?" Warren looked at him lovingly. "Mmmmm..." Nick smiled blissfully before looking at Warren's glittering blue eyes, glowing with love. He sat up again lazily, never breaking his gaze on Warren's eyes. "You're so sweet to carry me up like that." Nick leaned over slowly and their lips met once again. The kiss is slow and gentle this time, both taking their own time in tasting each other. Warren closed his eyes blissfully as he allows Nick to take over this time. He parted his lips wider, pressing it harder against Nick's, urging his lover to go deeper. Nick willingly did, breathing heavily as his tongue ravages his lover without mercy. Warren breath caught when Nick's fingers found his nipples and began manipulating it gently. "Mmmppff..." Warren moaned blissfully within the kiss, their tongues caressing each other lazily. His hands traveled downwards, past the well-defined six-pack, taking care to keep clear of the wounded area, and onwards past the belt to feel and caress the hard bulge below it. They parted at last, panting breathlessly. Nick closed his eyes and gasped repeatedly as Warren's hand continues his caress. Warren only smiled at the obvious lust emanating from Nick's mind through the link. "I thought painkillers are supposed to make you drowsy." Warren grinned. "Don't you dare remove your hand, mister." Nick growled before breaking into a grin. "Remove it and you die." Warren only laughed softly as he continues his ministration. "I love you, Warren." Nick whispers softly as he leaned in for another kiss. Warren sighed blissfully as they kissed again, deeper now, and more passionate. He hands left the crotch and travels up to the back of Nick's neck, stroking the hair tenderly. The kiss was short yet it was sweet and full of love and passion. When they parted, Nick stood up slowly, never breaking his gaze from those beautiful sky blue eyes. Grasping Warren's hands, he pulls his lover to his feet slowly. Their gazes never falter. Warren smiled and allowed Nick to push his jacket off him and allowed it to slide to the floor. He moved his hands out of the way invitingly as Nick's hand slid to his belt and switches off the image inducer. His image rippled and Nick eyes lit up when his blue skin appears once again, followed by his wings, strapped carefully and tightly on his back. Reaching behind for the tiresome straps, Nick slowly unbuckles it. "Angels are not meant to be caged." Nick said as he smiled. Warren sighed and smiled happily in relief when the straps are finally off. "Spread your wings, love." Nick whispers breathlessly, his eyes glowing at the sight when Warren spread his wings apart gloriously. "Be free." Silence stretches on for a while. Outside, the sun began to set, casting its golden-yellow rays against the closed blinds. Warren flapped his wings again and again to loosen his muscles while Nick watched in awe at the breathless sight. "Warren." Nick spoke again. "Hmm?" "You're beautiful." Said Nick as he touches Warren's chest gently. "Apocalypse be damned. Your past be damned. You're Death no longer. You're Warren Worthington the Third, Archangel, my little angel... and... and I will *always* love you." "God, I love you too, Nick." Warren breathed out as he leans forward and swept them both off again into yet another passionate kiss; one that goes on forever in their mind, never ceasing, never ending... eternity. ************************************ About half an hour later... "So! For your dining pleasure tonight, let ze Chef Warren first inspect what you have in your fridge." Warren grinned as he waltz himself over to the fridge and open it. His grin vanished immediately as he stares into it in disbelief. "Umm... Nick, honey... for your information, a fridge is what we humans use to store our food..." Nick burst out in laughter from the stool where he sat by the kitchen table upon seeing Warren's stunned face. His laughter increases even more when Warren gingerly picks up a set of batteries from the fridge. "Don't tell me you eat *this*." Warren glances at him in disbelief as he waved the batteries. "I've been on tour for a couple of months, dummy!" Nick wiped away his tears when he finally controlled his laughter. "Of course the fridge is empty. But you should have seen your face." He lost himself into another bouts of laughter. "Yeah well, that still doesn't explain *this*." Said Warren as he waves the batteries again. "I... (laughter)... I have *no* idea how (giggles) *that* got in there..." Nick laughed on. Warren rolled his eyes as he casually releases the batteries into the nearby bin, grumbling to himself grumpily. Nick managed to catch only bits and pieces of it, such as '... spoilt brat...' and '... worst than me...' and so on and so fourth. "So here's our situation. We can either starve to death tonight or pick up the phone and order pizza." Said Warren. He looks down when his stomach grumbles loudly. "Make it lots and lots and lots of pizza." "I'll do it, Birdie." Nick grinned as he picks up the cordless phone from one of the drawers where he hid it earlier. "Anything in particular?" He got off the stool and followed Warren out of the kitchen into the living room, dialing the number as he did. "Make it three separate pizzas for the sake of variety, one of them must have pepperoni and lots and lots and lots of extra cheese on it. As for the other two... surprise me." Warren smiled lazily as he jumped into the couch, folding his wings neatly and carefully as he did. Because of the warm night, he opted into wearing only his pajama bottom and looking at his well-built half-naked blue body; it was all Nick could do from giving up to his hormonal urges, jump onto him and take him there and then. He pulled Nick gently onto him, spreading his legs and resting it on each side of his lover. He pulled Nick close as Nick began ordering the pizza on the phone, while his other hand picks up the remote control and switches on the TV. Pressing the remote control again and again, he began the arduous torture of channel browsing... "Any channel in particular?" Warren asked when Nick put down the phone and leans against his naked chest. He immediately looked at Nick when the man starts rubbing his back up and down against him... an action that quickly stimulates a rock hard erection down there. No doubt Nick felt it against his back. Going commando that night, it'll take more that the thin fabric of his pajama bottom to hide such hard bulge. Peering at Nick quietly, he was only greeted by a mischievous grin on Nick's face. "There! Now I'm comfortable." Nick laughed at last as he settle down. "You're playing with fire, baby." Warren smiled as he gets back to browsing the channels. "Don't start something you cannot stop." "What if I want to?" Warren's head swivel around to start at Nick who winked at him as he grins. "You're dangerous, baby. Very dangerous." Warren replied, shaking his head as Nick laughed. ******************************* Next Tuesday, Part 38: 'I'll Be There For You'