Date: Thu, 27 Feb 2003 20:46:48 +0000 (GMT)
From: goldenknight <goldenknightuk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Dreams of an Angel - 9 (gay/boybands)

Hi again. Here's the next part of Dreams of an Angel. Hope you enjoy
it. And thanks again for the cool feedback guys. You guys are the coolest!
:) If you have any suggestions or comment, well, the email addy is below,
so you know where to drop the note. Oh by the way, in the following part of
the story, there's gonna be a dream sequence. These are really taken, also
from the Marvel's 'Fall of the Mutants' series, more specifically from
X-Factor #24 when Archangel first emerges.

	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... well,
my brother is studying psychiatry right now for his final medical
examination in April, so maybe I'll just refer you to him. You'd make a
good delusional subject. 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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Warren breathed in the air deeply as he soars through the sky, his wings
spread wide on each side as he let the air flow beneath and over it
freely. At times, he flapped his wings once or twice to gain more
altitude. Occasionally, he saw the familiar blinking lights indicating an
oncoming plane and flapping his wings again, he steers himself away to
avoid it. Occasionally, when the feeling of freedom overwhelmed him, he
would close his eyes and spread his hands, flapping his wings strongly and
soar even higher like an eagle, screaming at the top of his lungs in
ecstasy as loud as he could.

Flying is everything to him and he would never trade it for anything. He
rejoiced at the feeling of freedom it offers him, feeds on it even. He
would look at the world below him and forget all the troubles of the world
for the moment. Looking up, he watched the stars, and at times, he felt
like he could reach it if he flaps his wings hard enough. At times, when he
reaches the countryside, he would fly amongst the birds, laughing brightly
like a little boy as the eagles and falcons watched him curiously,
wondering who or what he is. At times, he would fly just to watch the
sunset or sunrise in the distance, committing the beautiful scene forever
into his memory.

Spinning in the air smoothly, he flapped his wings again and then left it
spread open as he glided on. At times, he wished he had someone with him to
share his ecstasy, his joy...

Looking at his watch, he realized that he has been flying for more than
three hours now. He went off flying immediately after Hank and Jean left
for Westchester, and Nick and the others went back to their room to
rest. He needs to clear his mind and flying is the best way to do that.

An eagle flew past him, causing Warren to look up and laughed brightly,
flapping his wings to catch up with it.

"Well, hello there, little brother," Warren cocked his head to the side,
grinning brightly and winked as the eagle looked at him curiously. "Doing a
little bit of a late night flight, are we?"

The eagle veered off to the side and Warren laughed again and followed.

"You need to clear your head too, huh?" Warren chatted on
cheerfully. "Well, I don't blame you. Life can be sucks when you least
expected it. Well, life really sucks most of the time, come to think of
it."

The two glided on, with Warren continues chatting cheerfully all the
time. The eagle veered off here and there, somersaulting in the air in the
attempt to shake him off, but Warren only laughed and followed the eagle's
action, all the while chatting about how sucks life is in general. One who
looks at the pair from the ground would have thought they are doing a
mid-air flight performance - that is if the watcher managed to overcome the
shock of watching a blond haired angel with blue skin and white wings
flying in the sky.

Finally, Warren had enough and let the eagle flew on.

"Say hello to the missus and the kids for me!" He shouted cheerfully for
the last time, waving his goodbyes, as he flew away. The eagle only gave
him one last glare before flying on northwards.

Warren laughed again, fully enjoying the feeling of cool air flowing past
his wavy blond hair as he flaps his wings again and turned back.

He reached the hotel soon enough, taking care to avoid any chance of being
spotted again by using his sharp bird-like view that allow him to even see
a scuttling rat all the way up from the air - another aspect of his
mutation - to make sure that no one is watching. He was surprised when he
noticed the light from Nick's room is still alight, despite the fact that
it is already past 3 a.m. He could see the TV is still on and furthermore,
he could see Nick sitting on one of the cushioned chairs on his
balcony. From the look of it, it seems that the little empath fell asleep
while resting on that chair. Poor guy.

Looking around to make sure no one else is present, he glided downwards and
spread his wings again, using it as sails to slow his dive, until he hovers
just before Nick's balcony. With one well-practiced smooth movement, he
landed on the balcony quietly and folds his wings. Stepping nearer to the
sleeping man, Warren gave a small smile as Nick stirred slightly at the
slight chill caused by the disturbed air as the result of Warren's landing.

"Nick?" Warren called softly as he knelt beside the man. "Nick?"

He was only rewarded by an irritated and sleepy moan emanating from Nick's
lips. Warren sighed wearily and smiled again. Nick'd get himself a chill if
he stays here a lot longer. But at the same time, he couldn't find it in
his heart to disturb that peaceful face, the lips smiling slightly, making
Warren wonders curiously as to what Nick is dreaming of that could be so
pleasant. The thoughts inadvertently makes him remember the nightmares that
assaults him time and again, night after night, and almost immediately,
Warren finds himself looking enviously at Nick's sleeping face... so
peaceful, so relaxed... so innocent.

'I'll never have that look on my face when I sleep ever again,' Warren
thought sadly to himself.

Feeling a slight chill of the night breeze, Warren made up his mind. Moving
as deftly as a cat, he managed to pick Nick up and carries him gently in
his arm to the bedroom, before laying him gently onto the soft bed. Nick
only moan slightly in his sleep before turning to the side and continue to
breath in and out quietly. Covering him gently with the bedcover to keep
him warm, Warren sat beside him for a moment, looking at the empath,
wondering in puzzlement as to why he feels reluctant to leave the room.

Staring at Nick in silence, he unconsciously removes the strays of hair
from the forehead of the sleeping face. His finger trailed down to the side
and onwards along the cheeks to touch the soft luscious lips, which
unexpectedly leads him to wonder how it'd feel like to kiss...

'Well, I'll be damn...' Warren thought in shock, eyes widening as the
realization began to dawn upon him. Withdrawing his finger from the lips
quickly, he stared at the sleeping figure in silence for several minute,
his mind seems to whirl as waves upon waves of impossible thoughts poured
into his mind.

'I'm not gay or bi. I'm straight! Straight as an arrow!
Mr. Super-Heterosexual, as Bobby pointed out again and again. Mr. Condom
Machine, as Rogue would call him. Mr. Female Sex Machine as Scott would
call him. Mr. 150,000 Mega-Watt-Stallion as Betsy used to call him. Mr. STD
Reservoir as Hank would call him!' Warren thought quietly, his forehead
frowning in deep thought. 'I'm a super-playboy who used to sleep with
everything that has a pulse, a pair of breast and a pussy! How in the
world...?'

Deep in thought, Warren looked back at the sleeping figure before him. He
stared at the sleeping face, remembering how vulnerable and lost he looks
when realizing that he's an empath... a mutant...

'Empath!' Warren's thought turned into a whole new direction. Could Nick be
dreaming something that cause some of his emotion to slips into Warren's
own mind? Is this feeling of... desire... is actually Nick's? Or is it his
own?

Warren cocked his head to the side thoughtfully. The Professor has taught
him many things, and two of these things include 1) creating a strong
mental barrier and 2) detecting the presence of alien thoughts or emotions,
and if there is any present, how to counter it. These two are essential
especially when confronting an enemy telepath or empath. Every X-men knew
and excels in performing this, including Warren.

But his barrier is perfectly intact. He would know when someone is trying
to pass through it. In fact, he felt Nick trying to get past it earlier but
he kept quiet about it. So where does this get him...?

Turning his thoughts inward, he tried to detect the presence of alien
emotions and thoughts. He goes through his thoughts and emotions one by
one, identifying it and putting it aside... and he found... none...

His eyes gazed at Nick's sleeping face again, breathing quietly in and out
peacefully.

'My God...' Warren thought faintly to himself, 'These emotions are... my
own...'

Hand shaking, he lightly touches Nick's lips again.

'I'm... I'm attracted to... him...' Warren thought again, mustering all his
will to control the increasingly raging emotions within him, his gaze never
left Nick's face. It all seems to come back and become crystal clear to
him. His feeling of over-protectiveness, his eagerness to care for him, to
be there for him, to hold him...

"How did this happen?" Warren whispered to himself softly, but many
possible answers came into his mind. His loneliness after Betsy left him,
his continuously failed relationships one after another in the past, Nick's
lost expression and his need to have someone to care and support him at his
time of need, his dark past with Apocalypse and his needs of someone to
hold him when his nightmares returned, his tendency to fall in love so
easily...

That last bit of thought startled him even more, though he wasn't sure
where he got that. Thinking back carefully, he dimly remembered that it was
Jean who told him that. Once, long ago, after his break-up with
Maggie... He remembered crying at Jean's shoulder. They were young then and
Jean had just got engaged with Scott. The X-men were still newly
formed. Apocalypse was still far away in the future. He was crying because
Maggie decided to be with someone else and he ended up feeling terribly
lonely, just like the loneliness he felt when his father died. They were
sitting by the lake near Xavier's mansion and Jean held him closely as he
cried, rocking him gently. When he controlled himself, they talked about
Maggie...

"You shouldn't let yourself fall in love with someone too easily,
Warren..." Warren remembered Jean's exact words.

Looking back at Nick, he gazed at the sleeping face quietly.

'How could I prevent myself from falling in love, Jean?' Warren asked in
his thought, wishing Jean's telepathic ability is strong enough to hear him
all the way from Westchester. 'It is not something that any man could
control. When it happens, it happens.'

A single tear slipped out of eyes and rolled down his cheek. He didn't mean
to fall in love with anyone, but he couldn't help it if he tends to fall in
love too easily. It is one of the things he lacks in his life. He has more
than enough money to last him two lifetimes. He owns hundreds of
properties, businesses, companies, hotels, beaches, yachts, cars... He has
a pair of wings that could fly him everywhere he wanted. He has the look
that all women would drool at. But none of these things could ever get him
what he wanted most... love. He cannot buy it, he cannot own it, he cannot
fly to it and he cannot bait it. No matter what he owns, what he have in
his life, his life will always be empty.

Now, as Jean correctly would have guessed, he has fallen in love
again... but this time its with another man, whom Warren knew would never
love him back. Way to go, Warren. Warren has no problem with
homosexuality. It'd be foolish to try to convince humankind to stop
discriminating mutants just because they are different, and yet,
discriminating homosexuals simply because their sexual preference is
different. But then, he had never, ever, considers himself to be
one. Logan, Scott and the rest would be rolling on the floor laughing when
they heard even half of this piece of news. Warren Worthington the Third,
playboy extraordinaire who claimed to be as straight as any man worthy of
his Y-chromosome and testosterone, turned out to have fallen in love with a
young straight boyband singer who is currently uncertain himself of his own
future as a mutant.

Another tears rolled down, and he roughly wiped it away. He has fallen in
love again! Another one to be added into his long list of failed
relationships... except that this one has already failed before it even
started.

"I'm sorry," Warren whispered so softly, it barely came out of his
lips. Without even registering it, be leaned forward and placed a light
kiss on Nick's forehead. Nick stirred slightly before remained motionless
again, breathing gently in and out. "I'm sorry it has to be you this time."

With that, Warren stepped away from the bed and calmly walked out of the
room, switching off the lights as he did so. Soon, he is soaring in the air
once again. It seems that he needed an hour or two more of flying to calm
his mind before returning back to go to bed. And soar he did through the
air, wings flapping furiously as he pressed on to gain more altitude. His
vision became blurry as more tears filled his eyes and slipped onto his
cheeks.

"I'm sorry it has to be you this time," He whispered as the winds rushes
past him.

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- DREAM -


He stood there, erect and silent, with Apocalypse looking at him proudly at
his side. He stood there, his face hidden behind the skull-like mask,
looking at the people standing before him - X- Factor - people who used to
be him friends. But his mind, clouded with anger and rage, didn't even
register those people before him as his friends. He had suffered. Suffered
so much for the past few weeks, that he could only recognize everyone he
see besides Apocalypse, as his enemies... enemies that must be destroyed.

He watched calmly as Scott, Bobby, Hank and Jean stepped back warily as
they try to discern who this newcomer is and what type of surprise
Apocalypse has sprung on them this time.

"Who are you?" Asked Scott not recognizing the blue skinned man wearing the
unrecognizable costume before him.

He calmly raised his hands and took off his mask, revealing his
face. Beside Scott, Jean gasped.

"Scott, he... he looks familiar... he's..." Jean whispered.

"WARREN!!" they all shouted in surprise and horror even as Apocalypse's
evil laughter echoed all over the room.

"Warren... what... what has he done to you?" Bobby asked in disbelief.

"We... we thought you had died... committed suicide..." said Jean.

Warren simply looks up, his eyes blazing with fury so strong that Scott and
the rest took another step backward.

"I'm a way, perhaps I did." Warren said softly, his voice is like sword
sliding out of the scabbard. "Warren Worthington is no more!"

With that, he spread his metal wings and took up into the air.

"I am Death!!" Warren shouted in anger as he dived towards them like
lightning. Scott and the others scattered all over the room as he nearly
reached them and he swooped up again. "Alive I was miserable... alone! The
humans stripped me of my wealth, of beauty, name, pride! They cut off my
wings!!"

Hovering in midair, he stretched out one of his newly made metal wings and
swiped it forward, and hundreds of razor sharp metal shards sliced the air
towards the frightened faces below them. The air seems to rains with metal
shards.

"I was in pain! Confused!" Warren continued to rage above. "Maybe I would
have ended it all! Wasted it all!"

Down below, he saw Hank fell to the ground as one of the shards struck him.

"The... feathers... metal feathers... cut like knives!" Hank stammered.

"And then, Apocalypse took me... remade me in his image!" Warren thundered
on as he unleashed another rain of metal shards.

"Can't... can't move..." Scott stammered as the shards struck Bobby and
him. "Edges... laced with synapse disruptors..."

"Please! Warren! You're a hero! Our friend! X-Factor's founder!" Jean cried
out as Warren advanced towards her. "Xavier trained us! All of us together!
Back when we were children!"

"Warren... you remember... don't you?" Jean pleaded as Warren landed some
distance before her.

Silence stretched for a moment, before Warren raised his eyes to look at
her, his fury renewed even hotter than before.

"I remember..." Warren spoke softly and menacingly. His metal wings
spreading again. "That Xavier is gone! Apocalypse is very much with us."

"Xavier made 'Angel' what he was." Warren sneered and the wings stretched
forward again. "Apocalypse made 'Death'!"

"NOOOO..." Jean screamed as the shards flew towards her at an incredible
speed...

- END DREAM -





"JEAN!!!" Warren screamed hoarsely as he sat up in his bed.

Panting for breath, he covered his face with his hands and fell back in
bed, curling up as he sobs uncontrollably. The memories. The
nightmares. The nightmares are back again. Will there ever be any peace for
him?

Someone knocks on his bedroom's door, but lost in his sobs, he didn't even
bother to answer. He hoped the door is locked. He doesn't want anyone to
see him like this.

"Warren?" Jubilee's small voice floated in softly as she opened the door
slightly to peek in to see if everything is all right.

"Go away!" Warren spoke through his gritted teeth. No one must see him like
this. No one!

"Warren..."

"GO AWAAAAYYYY!!!" Warren shouted harshly as he sank into another bouts of
sobs.

Seeing Warren curls up tighter as he sobs, Jubilee wisely withdrew and
closed the door quietly. Sadly, she shook her head resignedly. This wasn't
the first time she was woken up by Warren's screaming. Jean has warned her
about the nightmares but she has never thought it'd be this bad. The
problem now is, Jubilee have no idea how to help him! Warren seems to push
her away every time she tried to help.

Briefly, she toyed with the idea of calling Jean to ask for her
advice. Would that be wise? Warren is not someone whom you'd like to be
around with when he is mad. She certainly doesn't want Warren to think that
she couldn't mind her own business. Of all the X-men in the mansion, Bobby,
Scott, Jean, Hank and Professor Xavier are the only people who stood close
enough to dare invading Warren's personal space and that is only when it is
absolutely necessary. Even Betsy had lost that right after she left
him. Not even Storm dares unless the team is endangered.

She was startled out of her thoughts when a soft knock arises from the
front door. Looking at the clock, she realized that its nearly 7 in the
morning. Wow. Jubilee has never before in her life woken up this early,
except for the occasional Scott's insane early-morning Danger Room training
session but even then, most of the time, the X-men doesn't really needs her
and let her sleep on. It is a sin for a teenager to wake up this early! She
made her way to the door and opened it.

"Nick." Jubilee greeted in surprise.

Nick stood alone, dressed only in his T-shirt and sweatpants. His hair is
slightly rumpled indicating that he has just woken up from his sleep. He
wavered on his feet slightly before supporting himself by putting a hand on
the doorframe. Jubilee unconsciously marveled at the obvious bulks of
muscles on his arms and legs. If dancing did all THAT, Jubilee wondered why
she even bothered spending all those endless hours training and exercising
in the Danger Room. She has to speak to Scott about that... when she got
the guts to do so. Nick and the rest of the guys think Kevin got a rod
tightly stuck in his ass did they? Well, obviously they haven't met Scott
yet!

"Hey Jube." Nick gave her an obviously struggled small smile as Jubilee
gaped at him. "Is Warren up? Can I come in?"

Jubilee looked at him in puzzlement as she wonders why Nick is here so
early in the morning. She was about to open the door wider when she
remembered about Warren. Uh-oh. Warren will certainly not appreciate Nick
finding him at his present condition. Calling up Jean may be considered
going a little bit too far. Sending Nick in right now is considered
suicidal... not for Nick, but for Jubilee.

"I... umm... actually, Nick, this is really not a good time," said Jubilee
as she wracked her head to think up a plausible excuse.

Nick must have noticed the worry in her eyes because he pushed against the
door gently.

"Actually... umm... I came to check up on Warren," Nick stammered
nervously.

"Huh?" Jubilee asked in confusion.

"Well... you see, my room is right below this and... well... I... I was
sleeping and then I felt... this... this... umm..." Nick was actually
shaking visibly as he tried to explain and it took some minutes for Jubilee
to finally understand.

"Oh! The empathy!!" Jubilee exclaimed, finally catching on. Warren and Jean
had already told her everything that went on yesterday. She still couldn't
get over the shock of the fact that Nick is actually a mutant like
her. "Oh, God! You have no idea how glad I am that you're here! Maybe you
can help him! Can you use you empathy to calm him down?"

"I'm... I'm not sure. I don't really know how to use it just yet." Said
Nick as he walked in nervously into the room. But his nervousness is more
because of the continuous streams of anguish and despair that constantly
assault his mind. It started with a burst of fear and panic not long ago
and it was so sudden that it startled Nick out of his sleep to the point
where he nearly jumped out and fell off his bed. Using what little Jean had
taught him before she left, he hesitantly reached out mentally to pinpoint
the source and was surprised to find himself penetrating Warren's mental
barrier. The barrier doesn't seem as strong as before and as soon as he was
in, he wished he hadn't attempted the whole thing. Waves upon waves of pure
agony, pain, anguish and fear washed over Nick's mind that he actually
staggered when he attempted to get out of his bed. What could have upset
Warren so bad?

"What happened? Is he okay?" said Nick as he winced against another wave of
emotional pain. Unconsciously, he placed his fingers on his throbbing
temples.

"Nightmares." Jubilee said sadly as she watched Nick's predicament. She
suddenly realized her situation. Nick hasn't had full control over his
empathic ability yet, and Jubilee has no doubt that the emotions Warren is
projecting out right now are hurting Nick. If she sent Nick in, Warren
might not forgive her for letting Nick see his state right now. But if she
leaves Warren alone, it is Nick who will be suffering. She has heard the
Professor mentioning once that empaths tends to experience emotions much
more deeper than normal people do.

'God dammit! I hate making decisions!' She cursed in her thoughts. Jubilee
knows for a fact that she is NOT a 'Fearless Leader' material. She is quite
content in leaving all the life and death decision-makings to Scott or
Storm or Logan. They point, and Jubilee punch - simple concept for a
happy-go-lucky teenage mutant girl!

Thinking as quickly as she thought she ever could, she made her
decision. She may regret this, but sending Nick in would end both men's
suffering quicker compared to the alternative. Nick may calm Warren down,
and when that happens, the emotional projection will disappear. Of course,
there is a chance that the whole thing will blow in her face and that would
be the time when she should jump off the balcony and dive to the ground,
laughing all the way as she makes her death as glorious as possible.

"He's crying in his room alone now," Jubilee said nervously, afraid that
Warren might be listening. With luck, she wouldn't end up as a chop liver
in Warren's plate tonight. "Maybe you can try calming him down? You two
were close yesterday, so... I dunno..."

Nick look at the door of Warren's room hesitantly. He winced again as
another wave of pure agony washed into his mind. God! What could make him
be so upset? The assaulting pain and bitterness began to draw tears from
Nick's eyes too. He cannot leave him like this. His angel is in pain, and
Nick couldn't leave him like this! Warren was there with him yesterday when
Nick needed to hold someone...

Gathering his courage, he twists the doorknob and quietly walks inside the
room...

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