Date: Fri, 1 Aug 2003 22:10:33 +0100 (BST)
From: goldenknight <goldenknightuk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Dreams of an Angel - 39 (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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Part 39: 'Dancing With Life'


Morning came and warm, gentle sunlight pour through half-covered
window. *Sigh!*... someone opened the window again, judging from the
pleasant caress of the morning breeze coming from it.

Strangely enough, Nick found himself waking up in his bed alone.

Eyes still closed, he shifts in his bed restlessly, subconsciously
searching for the pleasant source of warm flesh that has kept him warm and
safe throughout the past hours. Search as he might, he can't seem to find
what he seeks. A tiny irritated frown appears on his sleeping face.

The breeze blew harder, pushing the half-closed blind aside and more
sunlight streaks into the room and onto his bed.

"Uuuunnhh!!!" Nick grunts as he rolls immediately onto his stomach, burying
his face deeply into the pillow. He really should start putting a note on
his window saying: 'DO NOT open the window in the morning!!'

The clock on the stand next to him bleeps once and still hazy from his
pleasant sleep, he lifts his head slightly from the pillow and stole a peek
at it.

12 noon.

His head plopped back into the pillow resignedly.

'My God, Brian was right. I *am* turning into a lazy slob.' He groaned
inwardly as he sprawl limply in his rumpled bed.

The breeze blew again and he purr gratefully at the warm thick blanket
covering his naked body. Thinking of naked bodies brought back the pleasant
memories from last night, which in turn remind him of Warren...

Sneaking his hand searchingly to the side, he began searching for his
man. He lifts his head to peer around the bed when his hands found nothing
but all he saw is an empty bed covered by rumpled bed-sheet.

"Warren?" He croaked out sleepily as his eyes began roaming around the room
searchingly.

'Whoa, Carter. That's a beautiful frog-voice you got there.' The small
irritating voice inside his head snickered mischievously.

Gathering his strength, he began the thankless effort of sitting up on the
bed in the morning... well noon to be exact. After a great deal of huffing
and puffing and moaning and groaning, he finally succeeded and began
staring blearily around the room like an ogre waking up with a bad
hangover.

The bed is empty and so is the room. His bag is still on his desk,
half-opened with his clothes half-spilling from it as usual. He could have
sworn those clothes came to life when he is not watching and simply 'flow'
out of the bag. Warren's bag is half-opened too, but despite the small pile
of discarded clothes lying beside it, and the small pile of neatly folded
clothes on the other side, and some other items placed here and there on
the table near it... obviously he was already up and about while Nick was
still sleeping.

Glancing at the opened bathroom, he noted the used shaving kit, wet shower
stall and the wet towel hanging nearby... yup. Richie-Rich is already up
and about alright.

'Shake yer body, funky-time, funky-time...' a song began playing and
replying in Nick's mind as he began to arduous process of getting out of
the bed.

'One foot out of the bed, put it on the floor...' He thought lazily, 'Put
the other foot on the floor, that's it, now stand up... God, the room is
cold... maybe another hour in bed?'

The clock cheerfully clicked 12:23, and he changed his mind about staying
in bed.

"Gawdammit... I slept half the day away already." He mumbled grumpily as he
stumble into the bathroom and slammed the door. His grumpy mood didn't
improve at all when the thought of his parent expecting him to be home at 7
for dinner this evening came into mind.

About half an hour later, following his brief usual morning ritual and a
light shower, he emerges from the bathroom, still a little bit
grumpy. Looking around the room, he sighed. His mind is *not* working in
its usual 100% peak efficiency right now and he doubt even Professor
Xavier's infamous Cerebro can improve that. So he be damned if he gonna do
any deep, hard thinking right now, such as deciding which clothes to wear.

Picking up the black boxer short he wore to bed last night, he put it on
and made his way to the door. His stomach grumbled loudly at that moment
and he wince as another problem came into his mind. There is *no* food in
the kitchen. Ooookay. Welcome Nick Carter, into a morning from Hell. He
should have stayed in bed!

Where the hell is Warren anyway?

Combing his hair briefly, he stares at his image in the mirror... more
particularly at the wound on his side. Touching it gently, he traces the
stitches lightly all through its length.

'OH MY GOD! Nick! How the hell did you get that scar at your side???' Nick
could envision Kevin's word when he finally notices the wound.

'Oh this? Some crazy mutant tried to kill me a while back when I was in New
York. No biggie.' Nick grin as his typical choice of smart-assed answer
immediately came into mind.

The wound is healing though, thank God! The pain has by now become a dull
blur. Better than it was yesterday or the day before. But still...

He turns to the side slightly in front of the mirror to inspect the
stitches better and to judge his overall present image in the presence of
the scar... he sighed after a while.

'I still need to avoid any photo-shoots or performing with my shirt off for
several weeks.' He thought gloomily. 'I looked like someone who has been
bitten by a crocodile or somethin'.'

Picking up his bathrobe, he threw it on lazily. Instead of tying up the
girdle, he let it hang loose and untied. He walks out of the room,
searching for his angel and maybe (if luck is still on his side), some
still-not-expired canned food in a cupboard to start his morning. Let
see... today is Tuesday... and Katy, the pleasant woman he hired to come
over twice weekly for cleaning and stuff, only come on Monday and Saturday
morning... so there's no chance for him to call and beg her to bring in
some groceries... *sigh!*... which means he has to go out and do some
shopping soon... God, where is his mom when he needs her?

Down the stairs he stroll, searching for his lover. The house is very still
and quiet. No sound of padding of feet (except his own of course), no
rustling of shirts, not even the occasional fluttering sound of
wings. Where the hell is he?

He strolled into the kitchen, living room, the small gym he has near the
back... aha... the gym has been used recently. Walking back to the living
room, out to the pool... back again, into his small work office... Warren's
laptop is there, open but not switched on... Obviously he has been here
too...

"Warren?" He called out aloud at last.

Back in the hall, he finally notice a note stuck on the front door.

'GONE FOR GROCERY SHOPPING. I'M TAKING ONE OF YOUR CARS. BE BACK
SOON. LOVE, WARREN.'

Grocery shopping! That means food is on its way! For a moment, Nick could
envision a light shining upon him from above and voices singing
"Hallelujah" appearing all around him. Picking up the small pile of letters
from the nearby table, he smiled as he strolls back into the living
room. Talk about a caring lover.

Picking up the remote control, he flicks on the TV. Some soap drama is on
but his attention is more on the pile of letters. Leaving the TV on, he
began the arduous process of sorting out the letters.

Bills... bills... bills... (sigh!)... more bills... hmm... what's this?
Letter from Jive...

Reading the letter quietly for a while, he finally put it aside and move
on. It's about his solo album. He needs to call Johnny later. Picking up
the next letter, he moves on, pausing briefly at the rather interesting
brochure about some newly opening holiday resort in the nearby beaches...

This is boring...

Throwing the brochure onto the pile, he lounged back against the coach
lazily, stretching his legs as he did. He groaned as his stomach grumbles
again.

"Just hold on a minute, will you??" Nick grumbles softly before
laughing. Oookay, maybe events from last night had impaired his brain a
little bit considering that he is talking to himself. "Warren, hurry up
with the food."

He stood up and sighed when a Burger King commercial appears on TV and
pretty soon, he is drooling at the juicy sight of the sizzling burgers and
fries.

He took up the remote control and turned it off, not for the sake of saving
himself from the torment, but more for the sake of preventing himself from
hurling his body onto the TV.

A wave of amusement rolled into his mind from the link and he
cursed. Warren knew how hungry and frustrated he is right now and he has
the gall to be amused about it. Just he waits till he gets here. God help
him if he doesn't jump on the man and devour him there and then, right at
the front door.

Mmmm... devouring Warren...

Harrumphing loudly, Nick shook the... admittedly arousing... image from his
mind. Oookay, the pleasant experience he had last night with Warren has
definitely addled his brain this morning... or noon... or should it be
afternoon by now... WHATEVER.

'Oh joy. Here comes little Nicky.' Nick thought in dismay at the erection
that slowly develops in his boxer.

"That's it. I'm gonna go for a swim." He spoke to himself and marches off
to the pool.

He inhaled the fresh breeze deeply as he steps out of the house, narrowing
his eyes against the pleasant warm sunlight as he did. He smile as he open
the link wide to share the pleasant feeling with Warren whose mind is now
filled with boredom, no doubt either stuck in a long queue at the
supermarket paying counter or in a traffic jam. He greeted Nick's presence
in his mind in such a grateful way that Nick laughed softly. Men are simply
not made for grocery shopping; it is a fact of life!

It's almost feels like Warren is standing next to him whenever he merges
their minds together. It's a pity he is not a telepath. A telepathic link
would make the whole feeling more real that an empathic link.

Letting his bathrobe slides lazily to the floor, he stepped forward to the
edge of the pool and dives in, swimming through the water smoothly before
coming up again for air, pushing his hair back as he did. God, he missed
this.

He lapped around the pool lazily, enjoying the coolness. When was the last
time he felt as calm as this? Humming to himself inwardly, he dived
underwater again, wondering briefly what the others are doing right
now. Maybe he should call Brian later to see what he is up to.

He emerged from the water again, gasping for air and wiping his face. A
cloud floated by and blocked the sun at that moment, and a slight shadow
engulfs the area. He swam idly for about half an hour or so before a sweet,
sweet aroma caught his attention.

Sniffing as he smiled, he turns around towards the direction only to be
greeted by Warren smiling face as he knelt beside the pool; his wings
flutter slightly against the gentle breeze.

"Hotdog?" He waved it playfully before him.

"FOOD!!!" Nick cried out happily, hit eyes lit up as he saw the
hotdog. Swimming... well, more like splashing actually... frantically, he
made his way desperately through the water towards him. "Gimme, gimme,
gimme!!"

Warren laughed as he held the hotdog high in the air above the pool, well
beyond Nick's reach.

"Whoa, down boy, down!" He laughed before standing up and backed away
towards the small nearby poolside table where the rest of the food is
located. "C'mere boy, c'mere."

Nick actually growled as he lumbered out of the pool, dripping wet and
padded towards the table.

"Lor' 'ave mercy! Look at he goes." Warren laughed on as Nick immediately
wolfed down every single burgers and hotdog on the table.

"Can't t'lk... eat'ng..." Nick mumbled as he continue to shove it all in.

"Slow down or you'll choke." Warren smiled as he gently massages Nick's
shoulder.

"Woof." Nick answered with his mouth full.

"Don't blame me if you choke." Said Warren as he took a can of coke and put
it beside Nick.

"Woof, woof." Nick answered back as he smiles and chew at the same time.

"I can get you a bone if you want one." Warren snickered as walked to one
of the nearest storage cabinet and took out a spare towel. "That hungry,
huh?"

"Took your own sweet time, didn't you?" Nick glowered briefly before
wolfing down another hotdog.

"It was a long queue and the traffic was bad." Warren answered defensively
as he gently used the towel to dry Nick's back.

"Excuses, excuses." Nick laughed as he ate.

"I guess our li'l last night 'activity' took more energy than we
anticipated." Warren said snidely and smirked when Nick coughed chokingly
at that. "I thought that'd shut you up."

"Oh you're evil. Very, very *evil!*" Nick replied as he grins.

"I'm not. I'm the Archangel here, remember?" Warren swooned innocently,
fluttering his wings repeatedly as he did.

Nick giggles and leaned back relaxingly as Warren sat behind him and pull
him against his body.

"Lemme see the stitches." He murmurs as he peers at it, tracing it lightly
with his finger.

Nick winces slightly at the sudden throbbing soreness and at the same time,
held back the oncoming giggles at the sudden ticklish sensation.

"Stop twitching." Warren smiled as he continues his inspection
carefully. "It's healing well. That's good. See? I told you Hank knew what
he was doing."

"Yeah, but his poking and prodding is still irritating. I tell you, he's a
sadist." Nick answered as he laughs.

"Bah. That's because you keeps on complaining and wailing and
twitching. God, Nick, you were worst than Scott when *he* got injured."
Said Warren as he gently dab the area of the wound with the towel to help
dry it off.

"You try and sleep in that cold and sterile medlab bed and we'll see how
much twitching and complaining *you'll* do." Said Nick.

Warren shivers slightly as he knew exactly what Nick meant by that. He
himself has his own unpleasant experience in getting himself injured and
ended up in that cold and sterile medlab.

"Good point." Warren smiled. "Anyway, I bought some groceries and filled up
the poor fridge. Continue treating me nicely and I may do the same favor
again."

Nick laughed as he turns around and sat on his lover's lap, kissing him on
the lips lovingly. Smiling cheerfully, Warren simply allowed Nick parted
his lips and kissed him deeper.

"Thanks baby." Nick smiled after the kiss ended. "I appreciate that. And
judging from the delicious taste of cheeseburger in your mouth, I take it
your hunger was great enough to win you an early lunch rather than waiting
until you reach home to have it with me."

"It was a bad traffic jam and I was hungry and the delicious smell of all
those burgers and hot-dogs doesn't help with the whole situation at
all. I'm only human, you know!" Warren answered defensively. "Be thankful I
didn't finished it all."

They both giggled together before losing themselves into another kiss. An
eternity later, they parted and stare at each other silently.

"Take me out flying?" Nick asked at last.

Warren looked at him enquiringly.

"You sure? It's broad daylight." He answers softly. "Someone might spot
us."

"Oh yeah..." Nick replied in disappointment. He thought quietly for a
moment or two before an idea struck him and he looks up, smiling. "Not
unless you can make it quickly to the ocean. No one is around to see us in
the middle of the ocean."

He looks at Warren with pure longing in his eyes.

"I wanna fly free today and forget about tonight for a while." He spoke
again softly.

Warren looked at him quietly before smiling.

"What about that?" He pointed at healing wound. "I might upset it."

"Not unless you cradle me in your arms. That way, you wouldn't put too much
stress on it." Nick answers hopefully. "Please? It's such a beautiful day
and you never take me out flying during the day before."

Warren laughed softly as he leans forward to place a loving kiss on Nick's
forehead.

"Now, how can I refuse that face?" He said at last. He glances at Nick's
wet boxer before looking up at him. "You're only wearing that?"

Nick grins as Warren took a swig of Coke.

"Kinda kinky isn't it?" He laughed. "Ever thought of having sex while
flying?"

He was graciously rewarded by Warren spraying out the Coke all over the
floor.

"One day, Nick, you'll murder someone with some of those things that comes
out of your lips." Warren glowered at Nick who is laughing helplessly like
there's no tomorrow.

"Okay, okay," Nick laughed died down as he wiped away his tears. "I'll be
serious... (laughter)... okay... okay... NOW, I'm serious. Yeah... why
can't I wear this wet boxer? The sun is shining, I need a tan and it's a
warm day."

Warren shrugged as he stood and cradle Nick gently onto his arm, unfurling
his wings readily.

"It's your funeral. I'll try not to fly too high so that it won't get too
cold." He smiled but Nick could feel the eagerness to be free in the sky in
his lover's mind. "But mind you. Any funny business and I'll just dump you
into the ocean."

"I'll be a good boy." Nick grinned cheekily.

Warren rolled his eyes once before shifting his gaze at the sky before him.

"Ready?"

Nick nodded in anticipation and his heart beats faster when Warren makes
one powerful leap into the air, wings fully spread on each side, stroking
again and again gracefully, white and shining against the afternoon
sunlight.

"Up, up and awaaaay!!!" Nick shouted as he laugh along with Warren,
watching happily as the world gradually grew smaller and smaller below
them.

"Tally-hoooo!!!" Warren shouted laughingly as the wind took them towards
the sea.

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That evening...

"So..." Warren reaches over to grasp Nick's hand. "You're ready?"

They are sitting in the car a little distant away from Nick's parent
house. Nick sat in the driver seat, hands gripping the steering wheel, his
eyes staring at the evening view before him unseeingly.

He looks up when he felt Warren's slender finger slowly grasping his hand
and a flood of reassuring emotions pour into his mind through the link.

"It's gonna be okay." Warren's comforting words really does help in
subduing his rising panic.

He turn to look at Warren and his nervousness vanish when he saw those eyes
looking at him with love... just like it was when they were in bed last
night... Warren is wearing his best light gray turtleneck covered by a
black velvet jacket. A neat black slack covers his legs. An expensive
golden Rolex glitters slightly in the dark on his wrist. Time and again,
the pleasant smell of his expensive cologne waft over to where he
sits. Deep down, Nick could sense traces of nervousness in his lover's mind
but somehow; Warren is able to cover it very well... obviously for his
sake.

Nick on the other hand, prefers to dress lightly. After all, he is only
having dinner with his parents. It's not like he is attending the MTV award
or something. He is only wearing his jeans and a turtleneck sweater,
covered nicely by his leather jacket. There is a slight chill in the air
tonight... and not all of it is due to the weather.

"I believe in you." Warren spoke softly before leaning forward to place a
gentle kiss on his forehead. He touches Nick's neck and adjusts the golden
medallion there slightly. "You're going to be great tonight. You're going
to shine. I know you will."

Nick was surprise when he found himself smiling in response. The emotions
Warren feed him through the link filled him with strength and warmth. His
very soul appears to blaze with confidence. With these feelings in his
mind, he could march off into the bloodiest of battles without any second
thought.

"Remember, if you need strength, look at me and I'll give you mine." Warren
spoke again softly before placing another kiss, this time on his lips.

"C'mon." He spoke loudly at last as he opens the door. "We're running
late."

Nick inhaled deeply once before forcing himself to release the steering
wheel and open the door. Warren helped him out and before long they are
walking along the sidewalk towards the house in silence.







"Niiicckk!!!" Jean Carter cried out shrilly as she greeted her eldest son
with the strongest hug he ever had in his life as soon the front door was
wrenched open... nearly suffocating him in the process.

What stunned him even more are the gigantic waves of joy, gladness and
warmth that assaulted him without warning from her mind, so strong that it
nearly broke through his mental shield and overwhelm him at that very
instant.

"Uhhh... moooom..." Nick whined as he winces amidst the hug and at the same
time, blushing as he felt the amusement coming from Warren's
mind. Amusement and... sadness? The second emotion was quickly masked as
quickly as it appeared.

"Jane, dear, I think he has suffered enough." The smiling Robert Carter
came striding down the hall with the smirking Aaron by his side.

"Take your time, mom. Oh, by all means, do take your time." Aaron snickered
as he watched the torment with pleasure shining in his eyes.

"Hi dad... Mooomm... we have company!" Nick whined softly as he tried to
breathe.

"Oh, hi! You must be Warren." Jane released the hug as she turns towards
Warren. "Nick told me your name when he called but he hadn't the decency to
tell me anything more. I'm Jane, Nick's mom."

"The pleasure is all mine, ma'am." Warren replied, shaking her hand as he
smiles, pouring fourth all the playboy charm that were born along with him
at birth long ago, knowing very well how it affect women. Nick almost
laughed when Jane found herself taken aback a little as she accepted Warren
handshake gracefully, never realizing her other hand moving up to pat her
hair unconsciously.

"Oh... how... polite!" Jean gaped for a second before controlling herself.

"*Ahem!*" Her husband stepped forward, looking at her amusedly as he smiled
at Warren.

"WOW!! Dude, you actually stopped mom right on her track!!" Aaron laughed
beside the flustered woman.

"As much as it disturbed me, I have to admit, I'm impressed." Robert agreed
as he shakes Warren's hand. "I'm Robert, Nick's dad. Come in, come
in. Dinner has been ready for quite some time, isn't that right, dear?"

"Oh, why yes!" Jane found her voice at last. "Come in. Nick, what have you
been doing to yourself! You're stretched thin!"

"Well, well, well, look at this place! Looks like the renovating project
went really well." Nick smiled as he took off his jacket.

"No thanks to you!" Aaron frowned. "I *know* you've been delaying your
return just to escape your chores."

"Warren, you want to take off that jacket?" said Jane.

"No thank you ma'am. I'm fine." Warren purposely stood behind Nick, his
mind suddenly filled with wariness. Nick smiled. He can imagine his wings
fluttering slightly in alarm behind him. He decided not to strapped his
wings tonight, letting it loose behind him, hidden underneath the illusion
of his image-inducer. Taking off his jacket will definitely involve
considerable effort.

"So who'll be joining us for dinner?" asked Nick. His heart rate slows down
again when he felt Warren reaching out again through the link
reassuringly. He glances at Warren gratefully before Aaron pushes him into
the living room.

"Angel is here. BJ and Leslie went off to Ohio last week for
something. They escaped mom's recruiting frenzy as well. They'll be back
this weekend." Aaron answered. "C'mon in here, Warren."

"Niiick!!"

"Angel." Nick laughs as he swept his li'l sister up in his arms.

"You've been away too long!" said Angel. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." Nick smiled as he felt the love from her mind. God, the
whole room is swamped with intense cheerful emotions. It clawed and
hammered against his shield ceaselessly. "Oh, Angel, meet Warren. Warren,
meet... Angel."

He laughed softly after realizing what that means to Warren aka
Archangel. Warren looked at her in amusement. A tiny smile etched on his
lips.

"Hi." Angel smiled at him shyly, obviously falling under Warren's charm
just as Nick's mom did earlier.

"Angel's a beautiful name. Some of my friends used to call me Angel as well
in the past." Warren grins as he kissed Angel's hand courteously, causing
her to swoon.

"Where d'you meet this guy, bro? Suddenly I feel glad I didn't invite my
girlfriend to join us tonight. He's worst than ten Justin Timberlakes
combined." Aaron whispers to Nick softly causing him to laugh. "Look at how
he makes mom and Angel swoon."

Jane and Robert came into the room at that instant.

"So what're we having tonight, mom?" asked Nick.

"My favorite. Fried chicken wings!" Jane answered cheerfully.

Nick laughed when Warren jumped slightly in alarm.

"Are you okay, Warren?" asked Angel curiously.

"Oh he's fine." Nick grins when Warren smoothly maneuvers himself so that
Nick stays between him and Jane all the time. Patting Warren's shoulder, he
decided to declare a little war on his lover. "He's just a li'l bit
sensitive when it comes to chicken wings."

"What can I say? I'm a bird lover." Warren put on his best false smile as
he shot an amused glare at Nick, promising a swift and justified
retribution later tonight.

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Next Tuesday, Part 40: 'Into the Storm'