Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 13:49:59 +0000 (GMT)
From: goldenknight <goldenknightuk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Dreams of an Angel - 51 (gay/boybands)

Hey y'all. I'M BACK IN BUSINESS!! See? I told you I'll be back. Okay, okay,
I'm a year late. I should have been fired from this Nifty writing business.
And yea, I received loads and loads and loads of emails from y'all asking
what happened to the story. And I replied to you all the same thing: I'm so
very busy. I WAS very busy!! Started work at seven and TECHNICALLY, I was
supposed to finish at 5 everyday but unfortunately, being just a lowly
intern (the very bottom of doctor's grand hierarchy), I was naturally stuck
with all the donkey works and I don't usually finish work till 10pm and
that means I usually get back home at 11... enough time to have a quick
so-called, pathetic excuse of a dinner and then collapse into bed and wake
up again (grumpy and grouchy) at 5 to prepare myself for the next miserable
day. And on weekend, I just know that I have to get out of the house and
dance and get drunk just to forget work for a while. See?  But hey! I
finished my internship now, and embarked on a 6 months holiday. So here I
am, slaving away for your culinary delights. Poor boo-hoo me. Oh by the
way, Merry Christmas to you and Happy New Year. To those of you whom I
didn't reply your email, sorry guys or gals. It just that I had too many
emails to reply. And to those of you who think that this story is dead in
the sea, nope, it is not! And to those of you who has been waiting oh-so
very patiently for the updates, I hug y'all... and kiss you... and tear
your clothes off and pushes you back onto the bed... AHEM!!  Lets not get
carried away here.

Anyway, lets get on with the show. 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!! :)

	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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Hidden in the shadows of the fading sunlight, the tall figure gazed
silently at the now empty recording studio before him, sniffing the air
slightly before grinning. The scent is quite fresh here. He had been here
alright. Not too long ago - couple of hours at most.

Jumping off from the top of one of the surrounding buildings, he landed
gracefully onto the ground without sound. Agile as a cat, he moved steadily
within the shadow, heading slowly towards the recoding studio, his claws
making slight clicks as he moves.

Avoiding the security cameras is never a problem, and the front guard, even
less. This is not the first time he broke into a building. He has broken
into more heavily guarded places than this, and got out of it before anyone
even aware that he was there. When it comes to sneaking, he is amongst the
best; others would probably be Remy or Logan. But when it comes to hunting
a prey, he is *the* best. The Morlocks learned that first hand, at the cost
of their very lives.

Sniffing the air lightly, he followed the trail easily. The kid is
supposedly an easy prey. Weak as a kitten and his mental power? Puny. But
he has powerful allies on his side. That's the big snag. Anyone who
underestimated the X-men deserves to have his ass kicked big time. The
previous Marauders learnt that too late. Those new clones will learn that
lesson soon enough.

His trail eventually led him into a... what looks like a recording room or
some sort. Cracking open the door a little, he peers quietly and saw a man
working away within, whistling a tune softly as he fiddles with the
recording equipments before him. One of Nick's songs is currently being
played and recorded. He watched the man quietly from within the shadow
where he hid. What a perfect source of information. This man surely knows
where his prey lives.

The door opened wider. Even from this distance, his predatory sense could
make him feel the man's heartbeat. He could almost hear the blood gushing
through the man's carotids, and such feelings always drives him into an
animalistic frenzy. Blood always give him sweet pleasures beyond
belief. And this man will give him both the information he needs and that
pleasure before he dies.

The man bustled on with his work, whistling on happy, completely unaware of
the door opening up silently behind him. Weak and pathetic. That's what all
humans are. Magneto was right. Mutants *should* dominate to world. The
strong should live, and the weak perish. He shall drive that point into
this pathetic human's skull while he whimpers and begs before he dies.

The man stopped his annoying whistling as he finally became aware that he
is not alone in the room. Suddenly he felt nervous, the hairs at the back
of his neck stirred - his instinct suddenly caught this strange feeling of
impending doom that is about to descent upon him.

The man finally turns around to look behind him and his eyes widened as saw
the beast-like figure leaping towards him, it's face snarling in an
animalistic glee. He opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out as
one of the clawed hands gripped his neck while the other slashed his gut
wide open. Blood gushes and splattered everywhere - on the recording
equipments, computer panels, the glasses, even the ceiling. The only sound
came from the stifled whimper and the flailing hands against the blood
drenched recording board as the man struggled blindly through his pain and
panic.

It wasn't long before the mutant is back on the streets, running like a
wild beast towards the destination his latest victim has so kindly
provided, amidst his whimpering and begging to spare his life. He laughed
as he ran, and when he reaches the top of one of the buildings, he let out
a bestial roar that put the fear of God into everyone who hears him.

He ran on, leaping from one building to another. The hunt is back on, and
this time, his prey won't escape him, the X-men be damned. They can't
protect the kid forever.

When it comes to hunting, Sabretooth is the best...



At one of the streets, Justin Timberlake walks towards his car, humming a
tune and carrying his grocery bags. He stares contemplatively at the nearby
porn shop for a brief moment before shaking his head and continues on
walking. Watching people having sex on TV never brings the same pleasure as
the real thing. And he has no problem in having the real thing. After all,
he is Justin Timberlake!

He smiled at the thought as he opened the back door of his car and proceeds
to dump his grocery bags into it. He said it before and he's gonna say it
again. Grocery shopping SUCKS! If it weren't for the fact that he is
starving and his fridge is empty and he is not in the mood for eating out
tonight, he would have abandoned the entire notion of grocery shopping
altogether. But hey! His mom used to say 'Humility can serve you well in a
long run'... whatever *that* means.
 
A blast of bestial roar burst out from the top of one of the buildings,
causing one of his grocery bags to drop to the ground from his startled
hands. Fear coarse through his body as he staggered backwards and fell,
face white and his eyes wide with fear.

Shaken out of his wits, he could only stare in horror at the beast-like
figure standing at the top of one of the buildings. All around him, people
gasped and pointed at the figure as well, fear and panic painted clearly in
their eyes and faces.

"Holy Mother of Mercy, who or what is *that*??!" Justin breathed out
shakily.

Even as he watched, the beast makes one powerful and unnatural leap and
landed at the top of another building before running on. A new, cold slice
of fear coarse through his back once again as he watched. A mutant! That
must be one of those mutants all those freaking news were talking about. He
has just seen a real mutant.

'Fuck!' He thought to himself as he watched the disappearing
beast. 'Fuck!!'

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('You Can Still Be Free' by Savage Garden)


Cool breeze and autumn leaves
Slow motion daylight
A lone pair of watchful eyes
Oversee the living
Feel the presence all around
A tortured soul
A wound unhealing
No regrets or promises
The past is gone
But you can still be free
If time will set you free


He stares at his image in the mirror in silence, frowning as he tries to
think of anything else that he has missed. Tonight, he wants to be perfect
in every single way. Somehow, he knew tonight is going to be a special
night. Maybe it's his instinct. Or maybe it's the massive flows of love
that comes from Warren's mind through the link... so massive that it drowns
every other feeling in his mind. How much can a man love someone?


Time now to spread your wings
To take to flight
The life endeavor
Aim for the burning sun
You're trapped inside
But you can still be free
If time will set you free
But it's a long, long way to go


He turned sideway without breaking his gaze from the image in the mirror.
Every strand of hair nicely styled and in place, every stubble of beard
shaved... The smell of his cologne wafts to his nose time and again... an
expensive cologne this time. Tonight is a special night after all. He looks
at his tuxedo, freshly pressed and comfortable. It's a good thing he took
it to the dry cleaner yesterday. He can't remember when was the last time
he wore it.

He glances at his watch and swore softly when he realized that it's five
past eight. Glancing at the mirror one last time to make sure that
everything is perfect, he rushed out of his room and down the stairs
breathlessly. His heart is pounding in excitement and anticipation. He is
going to see his angel once again!


Keep moving way up high
You see the light
It shines forever
Sail through the crimson skies
The purest light
The light that sets you free
If time will set you free


Down the stairs he races, nearly tripping over his own legs in his haste,
and on into the living room. Sliding open the side door, he stepped out and
halted. Before him, within the dim light of the evening twilight, sitting
cross-legged by the pool facing away from him, sat his angel, leaning
forward as he twiddles the water idly with his fingers. His lips pursed
slightly as he whistled a tune nonchalantly and his wings sways slightly
against the evening breeze.

"Warren?" Nick called out softly in awe at the beautiful sight. How much
more beautiful can this man be? Damn him! The very sight of him in the
fading sunlight is enough to make his knees weak and his bowel turning into
water.

The winged mutant turned his head around in surprise and Nick's heart
pounded even faster as his angel smiled widely at him. Warren will have to
forgive him if he faint. That smile alone could make any women and gay men
in the world (and perhaps straight men as well) swallow their tongue,
abandon dignity and kneel in worship.

"There you are!" Warren's smiled turned into a grin. "I was beginning to
wonder how long does it take for a guy to prepare himself for a simple
date..."

The rest of his words were lost in laughter when Nick rushed and threw
himself at him, hugging him tightly, right before their lips met and they
kissed and kissed and kissed like there is no tomorrow.


Sail through the wind and rain tonight
You're free to fly tonight
And you can still be free
If time will set you free
And going higher than mountaintops
And go high the wind don't stop
And go high
Free to fly tonight
Free to fly tonight...


Warren gazed at him in silence after they parted at last and smiled.

"You actually *flew* all the way from New York?" Nick asked at last.

"Baby, I'm willing to fly across the entire world if it means being with
you again." Warren smiled, leaning his forehead against Nick's as the other
man laughed. "You look good."

"This comes from an angel dropped from heaven? I'm flattered." Nick smiled
happily and Warren laughed. "God, I missed you."

"I know. I missed you too." Warren murmured as he smiled before lifting
Nick's chin up to gaze into his eyes. Handsome, beautiful... perfect... He
dropped his voice into a seductive whisper as he spoke again, "Guess what?"

"What?"

"I have a promise to make."

"And what's that?"

"Tonight is gonna be special."

"Oh really?" Nick purred softly as Warren stroke his cheek. "What do you
have in store? A night in heaven?"

"Careful what you wish for." Warren smirked before laughing at Nick's
startled eyes. "But it wouldn't be fun to spoil the surprise. I'm afraid;
you have to find that out for yourself. C'mon. You wanna take the car or do
you wanna fly?"

Nick's eyes lit up at that.

"You have to ask??" He cried out happily as Warren laughed harder.

"Buckle your seatbelt please and no smoking." Warren grinned as he wrapped
his arms around Nick, his wings unfurling slowly and steadily. "Warren
Airline is clear for take off."

"I love you, Warren." Nick spoke softly against the rushing wind as they
finally took off. The world below them grew smaller and smaller at every
powerful stroke of those wings.

"I know, baby." Warren murmured as he smiled. "I love you too. And you have
no idea how much I miss having you in my arms again."

"Oh I think I have some idea alright." Nick smiled, tapping his head
meaningfully as he did. "And you know what? The more I felt you missing me,
the more I want to be with you."



About half an hour later...

JC gave up on knocking on the front door. Frustrated, he tried calling
Nick's mobile phone one last time before giving up. Looking around
helplessly, he absently checks his pocket for the audiotape he obtained
from AJ.

X-Gene Neutralization...

When he first listened to AJ's revelation in the audiotape, he simply
couldn't believe it. Everyone knew Howie despises mutants to the point of
pure hatred. But for him to go far enough to involve himself in
this... this... project!!... It's unthinkable!! Fine, he may not know much
about genes and genetics and whatever. But even he knew enough that this is
wrong. It got to be stopped. It must!!

Looking back at the door, he sighed. Obviously Nick is not home. Where the
Hell could that he be??

In the audiotape, AJ appears to be addressing everything to someone named
Warren, whoever he is, and apparently Nick knew this guy. But where the
Hell is Nick??

He dares not reveal this whole madness to Brian or Kevin. They have their
wives and families to think of. Obviously 'The Right' were involved in AJ's
disappearance. AJ's final frantic phonecall to him and this audiotape
erased any doubt of *that*. So letting Brian or Kevin into this means
putting their families in danger as well and that simply will not do... who
knows how far The Right will go in order to protect their secret?

Looking around nervously, JC sighed helplessly. Even now, he suspected that
he is being watched. After his encounters with that strange cop at AJ's
house, he couldn't get it out of his mind. The more he thought about it,
the more he is convinced that the guy is *not* a real cop. The mere thought
that he was actually talking to a disguised agent from The Right caused him
to shiver. He could have easily ended up like AJ that day. Damn the guy for
dragging him into this mess!!

"Fuck!!" He shouted in frustration while glaring balefully at the
door. Pacing back and fourth, he finally made his decision. Maybe he'll
come back another time.

Still staring at the front door, he slowly drew out the audiotape and
shifted his gaze to it thoughtfully. Perhaps he should just leave it here
in his mailbox? After all, nobody knows about it...

Snap!

"Huh?!" JC whirled around in alarm at the sound of a branch cracking
somewhere nearby and backed himself against the door, gripping the
audiotape as he looked around wildly.

Full darkness has fallen in the area by now and time and again, the trees
sway gently against the weak evening breeze. Nobody is around which is of
course, to be expected. Sensible people would be indoors by now, eating
dinner or watching TV. On the other hand, those people don't have
mutant-hating madmen stalking them.

Gathering his strength, he moved slowly down the lawn towards his car,
turning his head fearfully here and there as he watched the surrounding
carefully. His heart thumped wildly against his chest and sweat began to
appear on his forehead. The feeling of being watched intensified ten-fold.

A scuttling sound somewhere near the edge of the garden, amidst the trees
and shadow stopped him in his track and he studied his surroundings again
more carefully. Something is definitely out there.

"Who's there?" He called out, struggling hard to make his voice steady. It
is probably a mouse or a cat or something but he's not taking any
chances. His hand is already drawing out his mobile phone to call 911 if
necessary. "Is anyone there?"

Fear and panic began to swell in his head and he never even realized that
he is backing himself slowly into the night.

It happened so fast he barely knew what happen. The shadow behind him
stirred. The rustling of the leaves was his only warning. Whirling around,
he opened his mouth to shout but the shadow lashes out first.

"Mmmmphh....!!!" JC cried out in panic against the hand that covered his
mouth before he was dragged into the darkness filled trees. His struggles
ceased when a pair of blue eyes, stern, cold and commanding, gazed back at
him.

"Be very quiet." A wary whisper finally came out of the darkness.

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