Title: Hold on to my Heart 4

Author: Morgana (morganalebeau@yahoo.com)

Website: http://www.oocities.org/morganalebeau/

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Hold on to my Heart

By Morgana

 

Chapter Seven

Bobby noticed the confused look on Remy's face when the Cajun left Warren's room. "Hank, excuse me just one sec..." Not waiting for Hank to answer him, he hurried over to Remy. "What happened?"

 

"It was a mistake, Bobby. Warren doesn' love me. It was jus' de fever, jus' as I t'ought!" Remy brushed him off and disappeared down a corridor.

 

"I don't get it." Bobby frowned and returned to Hank. "You heard Warren say it too, didn't you?"

 

"What?"
 

"That he loved Remy."

 

"Actually, yes I did."

 

"Hank, do you believe Warren meant it? Because I do..."

 

Hank considered the question. "Maybe you should talk to Warren when he wakes up? However, it will be a few hours before the medication loses its effect."

 

"I'll sit with Warren and when he wakes up, we're going to talk. I'm getting fed up with this!" Bobby marched into Warren's room, seated himself on the chair Remy had vacated and waited for his friend to wake up.

 

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Warren woke up eight hours later. By that time, Bobby had slept some hours himself, had taken a quick shower and eaten some sandwiches so when Warren finally opened his eyes, Bobby felt alert and ready to confront his friend. "Hey, how are you doing, buddy?"

 

Warren blinked. "Bobby? What... are you doing... here...?"

 

"Thirsty? You certainly sound like it." Bobby filled a glass with cool water, helped Warren roll on to his side and supported his head as he sipped slowly.

 

"Thanks, that's much better." Warren smiled weakly. "Care to tell me where I am and what happened?"

 

"Remy tracked you down and we charged the place. Most assassins were already gone." Bobby leaned back and studied Warren. "We need to have a serious talk."

 

Warren raised an eyebrow. "Serious? You?"

 

"Come on, Warren, cut the crap. Why did you take it back?"

 

"I took what back?" Confused, Warren tried to push himself upright, but the burning pain in his wing stopped him. He quickly looked over his shoulder and his breath caught, seeing the bandaged wing. "How bad is it?"

 

"You won't lose your wing. It'll heal. Now don't try to change the subject."

 

At a loss, Warren stared at his friend. "Bobby, what are you talking about? Could you make some sense? I'm not feeling too hot right now." Why was Bobby acting this oddly? And why wasn't Remy close? He had hoped to see the Cajun when he woke up again.

 

"Why did you take it back? You told Remy you loved him when we found you. A few hours ago you took it back. I have rarely seen Remy so rejected and hurt as when he stormed out of here."

 

"Rejected and hurt?" Warren really had no idea what was going on. "I only told him that we would talk later. I was so tired and the pain was so bad."

 

Bobby calmed down, cutting Warren some slack. "So you didn't take it back?"

 

Warren closed his eyes and a faint blush settled on his features. "I never wanted him to find out in the first place."

 

"So you do love him?" Bobby felt triumphant.

 

"Yeah, I think so, but Bobby... this can't happen..."

 

"It's like I hear your father talking."

 

"That's not fair, Bobby." Warren opened his eyes and sought out Bobby's. "You know that I have no problem with you being gay, but it's different when it comes down to me. It's wrong."

 

"You think it's wrong, because your dad fucking brainwashed you!" Unable to stay seated any longer, Bobby took to pacing the small room. "Why should it be okay for me, but not for you?" He walked back to the exam table and locked gazes with Warren. "I know what your dad told you and that you loved him, but don't let him ruin your life. You know he was wrong! He just indoctrinated you so you'd believe what he wanted you to believe. I knew your dad, and although he was an okay guy, he never respected your sexual preference. But he's gone now. You can't let him do this to you. Remy loves you and you love him back! That should be enough!"

 

"Bobby, wait..." Warren panted softly. "Did you really say that?"

"What? That Remy loves you? Why do you think he's so desperate for you to confirm what you said earlier?"

 

"I can't believe it..." He hissed as another wave of pain swept through his wing. "Bobby, I'm not sure I can do this. I always believed... My dad... I... I don't know..."

 

"Hey, it's okay." Bobby smiled reassuringly. "I was confused as hell when I admitted to myself that I liked guys. You're entitled to a little crises."

 

"So what do I do now?" Growing tired again, his eyes began to close.

 

"Just answer me this, do you love Remy? Do you want this to work?"

 

"Yes... on both accounts." Warren peeked at his friend, cringing at the mischievous expression in Bobby's eyes. "Don't make this worse, Bobby."

 

"Why don't you go back to sleep? You look bad... I'll talk some sense in to Remy in the meantime."

 

"No, you're not!" Upset, Warren reached for Bobby and grabbed his wrist. A sharp pain slashed through his back at moving like that.

 

"Warren, let me fix this. It's just a major misunderstanding. Don't you want to be with Remy? Well? Don't you?"

 

"Yes..." Warren lacked the strength to object any longer. "But Bobby... if Remy doesn't want to pursue this, let it rest, okay?"

 

Bobby grinned. "Fat chance in hell that Remy doesn't want this..." He stayed with Warren until the other man was sound asleep and then headed for Remy's rooms.

 

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Remy had just taken a long soak in the bathtub when Bobby knocked on his door. "Come on in." He quickly slipped in to some jeans and a shirt.

 

Bobby entered and walked up to him. "Remy? Got a moment to spare? I want to discuss something."

 

Mentally drained, Remy nodded his head and gestured Bobby to sit down on his bed. "Whatever it is, cut it short? Mattie and several t'ieves are waitin' for me to attend a meetin'."

 

"I talked to Warren." Bobby grinned, seeing shock in Remy's eyes. "He loves you too!"

 

Remy blinked. "What? It ain' nice playin' people like dis, Bobby." Remy walked over to the doorway. "You'd betta leave now."

 

"Remy, listen to me, damn it!" Bobby stalked over to Remy and stared into the alien eyes. "You never met Warren's dad! You don't know what he was like!"

 

"Huh?"
 

"Yeah, that got your attention all right!" Bobby was getting pissed off. "Warren's father couldn't accept the fact that Warren was bi. That's probably the main reason why Warren never dated a man. His dad only accepted female lovers. Now that Warren's in love with you he doesn't know what to do. His father really brainwashed him. You have to give Warren a chance! He's new at this and... scared. I think he's scared shitless because he's doing something he never dared to do before; allowing himself to feel in that special way about you!"

 

Remy stared at the floor, feeling miserable. "I didn' know dat."

 

"Remy, that meeting can wait. Go to Warren and talk to him. Believe me, Warren is even more nervous than you are."

 

"Bien." Remy nodded his head. "I'll give dis one more try."

 

Bobby smiled, seeing the determined expression in Remy's eyes. "What are you waiting for? Go for it!"

 

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Remy soundlessly approached Warren, who was resting in a warm bed. Hank had deemed the time right to move Warren to a bed, which Mattie had had delivered to the lab so that the injured man could sleep more comfortably. Now wanting to disturb Warren's sleep, Remy sat down on a chair, taking in Warren's appearance. Warren looked warm and was sleeping soundly. Just as he wanted to get back to his feet to leave the room, Warren's eyes opened.

 

"Salut," said Remy, hesitantly. "Didn' wanna disturb your sleep. Jus' wanted to check on you."

 

"Remy, please stay." Warren moistened his lips, still feeling thirsty. Remy offered him some water and he greedily swallowed the cool liquid. "Thanks."

 

Remy felt uncomfortable. Warren had grabbed his hand and refused to let go. He seldom felt lost for words, but he was speechless now.

 

"I'm sorry I gave you the wrong impression," said Warren. "I wasn't feeling too well when we talked."

 

Warren was trying to catch his eyes, but Remy avoided meeting his gaze. "Dat's understandable."

 

Warren sighed. "Yeah, I meant it. I meant what I said."

 

Confused, Remy looked up and met Warren's eyes. "What are you talkin' 'bout?"

 

"I'm in love with you... No, let me say this, don't interrupt me. I need to do this now."

 

Remy remained quiet and stared at Warren's fingers, which rested against the inside of his wrist.

 

"I don't know why it happened, but I started to have feelings for you after that first night when I held you. My feelings have only become stronger since then, but... My dad... he... he once caught me daydreaming about one of our servants and... He would have cut me out of his will if I ever looked at a man again. He constantly told me how wrong it was to like men and that I couldn't give in to those feelings. I have been denying them for so many years and now... When you found me I thought it was a dream and everything slipped out."

 

Remy had listened patiently, not interrupting Warren. "I didn' know it eit'er, mais I t'ink I love you too. Don' understand dat myself. Been 'round you for years and I never felt attracted to you, mais when I woke up dat mornin' wit' you holdin' me, it felt so incredibly right."

 

Warren smiled weakly. "Does that mean you feel the same way about me?"

 

"Je t'aime, I t'ink, if dat's what you wanna know. I feel confused too. You always hated me, never lemme close..." Remy was stuttering and he didn't care. "I don' have nightmares when... when you hold me at night. When I woke up dis mornin' I felt 'lone and de nightmares were back."

 

"You'll have to be very patient with me, Remy. I... I'm new at this... I never kissed a man before and it'll take me some time to get used to the idea that I'm dating a man. You might want to go slow with me." His bottom lip trembled. "Remy, are we going to try to make this work or pretend we never had this conversation?"

 

"We'll make it work," said Remy, firmly. "I don' wanna go t'rough life knowin' I passed up dis chance." Leaning in closer, he tenderly tucked a blond lock behind Warren's right ear. He wanted to kiss Warren, but wasn't sure the other man was ready for that.

 

Warren's smile brightened. "If it weren't for the pain..."

 

"Pain?" Alarmed, Remy looked about, trying to locate Hank. "We should take care of de pain... Hank!"

 

"Remy, wait!" But it was too late. Hank was already walking toward them. "I just wanted to say that I would like to feel you close..."

 

"Close?" Remy frowned.

 

"What is the matter, my friends?" Hank's gaze traveled from one man to the other, realizing what had just happened.

 

"He's in pain, Hank..." Remy gently squeezed Warren's hand.

 

"Pain?" Hank adjusted the IV's, feeding Warren more painkillers. "Anything else?"

 

"No," said Warren. "Hank, I need a moment alone with Remy."

 

Hank took the hint and left with a grin on his face. Just wait until I tell Bobby!

 

"What do you mean by close?" Remy trembled slightly.

 

"I'd love to hold you, but I don't think this bed is big enough for the two of us."

 

"You have bruised ribs, cher. You shouldn' put any pressure on dem. I'll jus' sit here, bien?" He still rubbed the knuckles of Warren's hand. "Hank told me dat you have to take it easy for a few weeks. You can recuperate here, if you wanna."

 

"I'd love to, Remy..." Warren yawned. A terrible weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Telling Remy made him feel better. "Stay a little longer?"

 

"I'll stay as long as you want me to," said Remy reassuringly. "I won' let go."

 

Warren smiled as he dozed off again. "Damn, Hank's meds are..."

 

"Too much for you, cher. It's bien, let go. I've got you and won' let go..."

 

Warren fell asleep with a smile on his face.

 

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"Remy? Belle's here to see you." Mattie opened the door to the study and let her in.

 

Remy straightened his back. Belle's visit wasn't unexpected. After finding out who was behind the murders, he had contacted her and told her the identity of the killer. She had been speechless, shocked, and had told him that she wanted to speak to him in person. "Belle, please sit down." She looked jumpy.

 

"I can' believe Julien killed Jean-Luc and Henri! All dat to get back at you and gain control over de T'ieves Guild! He finally went insane! No t'ief would follow an assassin willingly! His plan couldn't work."

 

"Mais he's still out dere, Belle, and I doubt he'll stop, even after bein' found out."

 

"I also heard Julien tortured your..." Her eyes pleadingly locked with his.

 

"My beau, my lover, oui." Remy held her stare, not backing down. "Warren's badly hurt."

 

"I didn' expect you to remain fait'ful to me, not really anyway. Alt'ough we're still officially married, not'ing binds us."

 

"You should try to find l'amour yourself, Belle." Remy rose from his chair, walked up to her and sat down on the edge of the desk. "How do you feel 'bout me takin' a lover?"

 

"I wasn' pleased when I found out 'bout Rogue," admitted Belle, "Mais dat's 'cause I instantly disliked her. Warren... he's de one wit' de blue skin and wings?"

 

Remy smiled. "Oui." Belle's spies had probably already informed her of everything that went on in the LeBeau residence. He still had to upgrade the security system to avoid spying.

 

"Do you love him, Remy?"

 

"Oui and he loves me back..." Remy moistened his lips. "Can we call it a truce?"

 

Belle nodded once. "And I'll do my best to locate Julien. Once I caught him, he'll answer for his deeds. De Assassins Guild will condemn his actions. I only regret dat Jean-Luc and Henri died before we realized what was goin' on, I should have known! Should have prevented dis!"

 

Remy shook his head, but was careful not to touch her. "You didn' know it was Julien and neit'er did I. You ain' to blame."

 

Belle smiled, saddened. "I'll find him, I promise, Remy."

 

"Mais in de meantime I'll guard Warren closely."

 

"You t'ink Julien will try 'gain?"

 

"Belle, he's insane... Oui, I t'ink he'll try 'gain and dis time I'll be prepared!"

 

Belle got to her feet. "Julien's my business... I'll take him out."

 

"Mais if he sets a single step in my home I'll kill him."

 

Belle paled slightly. "As is your right, mais he's my brot'er."

 

"Den you'd betta find him first." Remy watched her leave and collapsed on to his chair. If Julien ever tries to hurt someone dear to me 'gain, I will kill him.

 

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Warren moistened his chapped lips. He was still running a fever and was thirsty.

 

"Do you wanna drink, cher?" Remy leaned in closer and placed the glass at Warren's lips.

 

Warren swallowed gratefully and stared into Remy's eyes. "Feels definitely weird now," admitted Warren between sips. "You knowing I'm in love with you..."

 

Remy smiled. "Oui, and I love you, cher." He disposed of the empty glass and carefully sat down on the side of the bed. "How are your ribs today? Do dey still hurt?"

 

"Hank bandaged them rather tightly, so no, not really. My wing still throbs, but apart from that I feel fine. Are you sure I can't leave my bed yet?" Twenty-four hours after surgery he felt a lot better. "I hate being confined to bed. I'm bored."

 

"Bored?" Remy chuckled. "I know a remedy, mais..." His smile suddenly faded. "Non..."

 

"What? What remedy?" Transfixed, Warren stared at Remy's lips, wondering what brushing them would feel like. If he weren't such a damn coward he would have found out by now.

 

"Was t'inkin' of kissin' you," admitted Remy. "Mais I ain' sure... mebbe it's too early, oui?"

 

"Maybe we should try and find out?" Warren tried hard to hide his nervousness. I'm going to kiss a man for the very first time in my life. Dad would have a heart attack if he were still alive...

 

"Uhm, cher, you sure 'bout dat? You look... scared."

 

"Nervous, Remy, nervous, not scared... At least that's what I'm trying to tell myself." Warren raised his arm and gently brushed Remy's cheek, never losing eye contact with the Cajun. "Lovers are supposed to kiss, aren't they? Wanna try?"

 

Remy smiled warmly. "Cher? Are you sure? Don' wanna freak you out or..."

 

Warren effectively silenced Remy by pulling the Cajun close. He pressed his lips on Remy's, loving the soft feel of them. I'd better be careful or I might get addicted to him... When he finally released Remy, his stomach was doing somersaults and butterflies tickled his insides. "I liked that."

 

Stunned, Remy nodded his head. "Oui, c'est très bien, cher."

 

"You wanna do it again?" Warren was definitely getting the hang of winding Remy around his little finger. Pulling Remy close again, he wrapped one arm around the Cajun's waist and this time he kissed a little bolder, urging Remy to part his lips and teeth. When Remy gave in, his tongue quickly slipped inside, meeting its counterpart and locking in a lazy kiss. If I'd known it would be like this, I'd have kissed him days ago! Remy moaned softly into his mouth and Warren's eyes widened, realizing he was growing hard. Okay, I'm convinced. I like men, well actually, one man... Dad was wrong. This feels right...

 

Remy pulled away, breaking the kiss. Panting softly, he tried to catch his breath. "Cher, you're a bon kisser... You held out on me!"

 

Warren grinned. "I'm glad you liked it... Remy?" He fingered one of Remy's locks and hated bringing this up right now. "Who's Julien and why is he after me?"

 

"Julien's insane..." Remy didn't know how to explain things to Warren. "I t'ought I killed him in a duel, mais his fat'er slipped him de Elixir and..."

 

Warren grabbed Remy's wrist. "What? What did you say?"

 

Remy frowned. "Cher?"

 

"What elixir?"

 

"Merde, cher, I..." He couldn't really tell Warren Guild secrets.

 

"No, listen. Julien said he had to stop you from becoming even more powerful. You already had your mutant powers and he'd make sure you'd never drink that Elixir!"

 

Remy realized he had to tell Warren. "De Elixir makes us t'ieves nearly immortal. Dat was why I couldn' believe dat Jean-Luc and Henri really died. De Elixir should have kept dem alive."

 

"Did you drink it yet?"
 

"Non, it's traditional to wait until de thirtieth birt'day. I jus' turned twenty-six, so I won' drink it for anot'er four years."

 

"And it would make you... immortal?"

 

Remy shrugged. "I used to t'ink so, mais Jean-Luc and Henri both died. I don' know, cher."

 

"Do you have a choice in this matter or do you have to drink it?"

 

"I have a choice, mais I'd be stupid not to drink it."

 

Warren's eyes darkened. "And leave me behind? You do realize that when I'm old and dying, you'll still be young and healthy?"

 

Remy cringed. "I didn' realize dat, cher. I didn' t'ink dat far ahead..."

 

Warren sighed. "Remy, we'll deal with this in four years. I just thought you should know what Julien said."

 

"Merci, cher, and I'm sorry for de way he treated you... It's all my fault." Remy bowed his head in defeat, recalling the duel he had fought a lifetime ago. "Mais Belle's tryin' to track Julien down and I'm gonna upgrade de security system. T'ieves are constantly patrollin' and no one should get t'rough."

 

"Remy, do you think you can convince Hank to let me go? I'd feel more comfortable in your room; that is if you want me there."

 

"Cher, you're still fightin' an infection. Would be unwise to leave yet." To make up for his words, he brushed Warren's lips. Warren reacted hungrily and pulled him close until he almost toppled over. "Careful, cher! Don' wanna add to your injuries!"

 

Warren smiled. "I can't stop wondering how it will feel..."

 

"What?" Remy caressed Warren's face, tracing the outline of the other man's lips.

 

"Making love to you." Seeing Remy's surprised expression, he explained. "I never made love to a man before, hell, I don't even know what to do... Don't get me wrong, I know where everything goes, but... What'll my role be?"

 

Remy grinned. "We'll find out when you're feelin' betta..."

 

"Remy, what would you like? I mean, with the women I never wondered. I always was on top and..."

 

"Dat's where I want you too, cher, on top. Does dat answer your question?" He had seen the brief panic in Warren's eyes. And mebbe, when you feel comfortable makin' love to me, I'll get to be on top once in a while...

 

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One week later.    

 

"Remy? Belle's on de phone for you."

 

"Thanks, Francois." Remy waited for the thief to leave the study and then answered the call. "Oui?"

 

"Remy? I located Julien and I'm movin' in tonight. Do you wanna be dere as well? I rat'er take him 'live; he is my brot'er and..."

 

Remy tensed. "He killed Jean-Luc and Henri... Julien deserves to die."

 

"Remy, he's already dead, remember?"

 

"Dere are ways to deal wit' dat, mais I will be dere. I want him to answer some questions!" Remy terminated the call and headed for his rooms, needing to talk to Warren. Hank had released Warren yesterday and they had moved Warren's things to his rooms. Warren had mostly slept until now. The infection in his wing was almost gone, but the ribs still hampered him. Today would be Warren's first time out of bed.

 

Remy opened the door and smiled, seeing Warren in front of the window. Warren leaned against the wall, but he had made it over there unaided. "Salut, cher."

 

"Hello, Remy..." Warren turned around and smiled. Pulling Remy close, he leaned in for a kiss. They had limited themselves to kissing and touching during his recovery, but he hoped it wouldn't be long before they made that final step.

 

"Belle found Julien." Remy opted for the direct approach. "We're goin' in for him tonight."

 

"I want to be there as well."

 

"Non, you're still healin' and you're an easy target, Julien would use dat to his advantage. Please stay here and lemme do dis. I promise he won' escape. De Guilds will put him on trial and punish him."

 

Warren wanted to argue, but seeing the expression in Remy's eyes, he remained quiet. You just lost Jean-Luc and Henri and now you're afraid you'll lose me too. I probably shouldn't pressure you into letting me tag along. "Okay, I'll stay here... Just be careful."

 

"I promise, cher." Remy smiled and guided Warren back to the bed. "How are you doin', cher? How's de wing? De ribs?"

 

"They're healing, Remy. I was wondering though..." Warren lay down beside Remy and enjoyed the cuddling. "I want to make love with you."

 

"Are you sure, cher? Ain' it too soon? What 'bout your ribs and...?"

 

"My ribs are only bruised, Remy... Really, I want to experience this with you... Maybe tonight?"

 

Remy considered this. "Cher, I still t'ink it's too early."

 

"Come on, Remy, I'm horny," admitted Warren, embarrassed. "Are you going to make me beg for it?"

 

"Mebbe," said Remy, wickedly. "We'll see what happens tonight, bien? First I have to deal with Julien."

 

Warren leaned in and claimed Remy's lips. Yeah, I want you... Tonight. It surprised him how quickly he had been able to do away with his father's unwelcome legacy. Once he had gotten past the barrier of kissing Remy, his desire had only grown and now he was hard most of the time. I'll make things special tonight.

 

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Remy joined the Assassins. Belle was already waiting for him and pointed out an abandoned house to him. "My men saw him move 'bout in dere."

 

"Den what are we waitin' for?"

 

Belle nodded once. "Let's move in." She positioned her men and gave them the signal to move in. "He's gettin' negligent. He should know we're after him."

 

Remy walked next to her, watching the Assassins move in and secure the place. Screams, curses and even gunfire sounded through the deserted house.

 

"Belle, we cornered him in de basement!"

 

"We're on our way!" Belle walked up front and Remy followed her. "Remember, I want him 'live!"

 

Remy didn't react. Julien was close; his instincts kicked in, warning him and he pulled Belle down with him as he dove toward the floor. A dagger, doubtlessly poisoned, just missed them. "Looks like your precious brot'er jus' tried to kill you. Face it, Belle, he's a menace."

 

Belle stared at the dagger and picked it up. A tear made its way down her face. Looking up at her second in command, she nodded her head. "Take him out. If necessary, kill him."

 

Belle and Remy watched the fight from a safe distance. As leaders of the Guilds, they weren't allowed to fight in the front line. Suddenly, Julien left his shelter and headed for Remy.

 

"Die!"

 

Remy reacted instinctively and opened his bo staff, charged it, and plunged it into Julien's chest as the assassin tried to bury a dagger in his chest. Belle staggered beside him, fell to one knee and stared at Julien. "It was self-defense... 'gain," whispered Remy. "He wanted to kill me."

 

"I know dat," said Belle. "You didn' have a choice." Looking at Julien, she shook her head. "Why? Julien, why kill Jean-Luc and Henri? Dey were our friends."

 

"Cause of him!" Julien struggled to draw in his next breath. "De bastard... had to get rid of him!"

 

Remy suddenly felt defeated. "You didn' have to kill Jean-Luc and Henri to get to me."

 

"You took everyt'in' away from me! I wanted you to suffer de same fate!" Julien's eyes widened, his breathing shut down and his head lolled to the right as he released his last breath.

 

"He's dead..." Belle wiped away the few tears that had left her eyes. "I'm sorry, Remy. Jean-Luc, Henri and you didn' deserve dis."

 

"At least it's over now." Remy closed his bo staff and walked away from Julien's body, needing to be close to Warren.

 

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Warren was pacing Remy's room, hoping Remy had dealt with Julien. He longed to hold the Cajun in his arms and to make love for the first time, but when Remy finally entered their room, he saw the expression in Remy's eyes and led him to their bed, where he lay the Cajun down.

 

"Julien's dead."

 

Remy moved closer to him and Warren ignored his stinging ribs, knowing how important it was that he comforted Remy right now. "Then the nightmare is over?"

 

"Mais Jean-Luc and Henri are still dead..."

 

"But you're not alone. You've got Mattie and me..."

 

"Cher, I know you want to make love, mais everyt'in' suddenly hit me and..."

 

"It's okay, Remy. We'll just cuddle tonight and I'll hold you... We'll make love when the time is right."

 

"Merci, cher..." Remy closed his eyes, snuggled as close as he could possible get and sighed. Oui, de nightmare's over... And our life toget'er can start.

 

 

Chapter Eight

Remy stretched luxuriously, delighted to wake up in Warren's arms once more. During the night they had ended up facing each other, his head resting on Warren's chest and his arms tightly wrapped around the other man. He sure hoped he wasn't putting any pressure on Warren's still mending ribs. Smiling softly, he studied his lover's features. I still have a hard time believin' dat he loves me. After what Bobby told me, dis can' be easy on Warren. I don' know how I would have reacted had poppa hated my bisexuality. I was so lucky to have his unconditional love... And now he's gone. He would never stop missing Jean-Luc.

 

"Hey, a penny for your thoughts, Remy." Warren returned the smile and raised a hand to push back some stray locks that had fallen in Remy's face. "You're looking sad and I don't like that."

 

"Was t'inkin' 'bout poppa..." His own openness surprised Remy. He wasn't used to sharing his private thoughts and emotions. "I miss him."

 

Warren nodded, understanding his lover's loss. "And you always will. It's only normal to miss him. It's okay." Gently, he brushed Remy's lips with his fingertips. Looking at the window, he caught a glimpse of the rising sun. "I guess you'll be busy with Guild matters all day long?"

 

"Am afraid so, cher. I need to talk to de master t'ieves, show dem I'm wort'y of deir trust, mais we still have de evenin'." He hated leaving Warren alone all day, but he needed to get a tight hold on the Guild or everything would fall apart.

 

Warren yawned. "I suspect I'll be sleeping most of the day anyway. Hank assured me it's normal, but I haven't slept this much in years." Although the infection that had raged inside his wing was gone, he still felt exhausted. The fact that his ribs were still mending wasn't helping either.

 

"Don' forget to eat, cher? I'm sure tante will love some company." Remy regretted having to get up. He was right where he wanted to be, in Warren's arms, and he wanted to stay there.

 

"I'll eat... Now you sound like Hank." Warren grinned. "What about a kiss? It will keep me going for the rest of the day." Remy's blush surprised him. It was almost like Remy felt shy. "Remy?"

 

"You gotta understand, cher," started Remy, averting his eyes. "It's been a while for me too. Wit' Rogue dere wasn' any kissin' or touchin' and..."

 

"I get the picture." Warren cupped Remy's chin in the palm of his hand and pressed his lips on his lover's, gently tasting him. When Remy's teeth parted, he accepted the invitation and moved in. It was still early and his morning erection throbbed painfully, hoping for some release. Ignoring the discomfort his ribs caused him, he gently rolled Remy on to his back, covering his lover's body with his own. His cock twitched appreciatively when Remy's legs parted, accepting him. "I love you..."

 

Remy's breath hitched, hearing those words. Not bothering with words, he deepened the kiss and rubbed suggestively against his lover. Agile thief's fingers freed Warren's cock from the boxers and he stroked slowly, enjoying the soft moans that left Warren's lips.

 

Warren acted instinctively and thrust, fucking Remy's hand. "So good..." He closed his eyes, but never stopped kissing the Cajun. A few more thrusts and he came hard. His eyes flashed open and he stared at Remy, suddenly realizing he had left his lover behind. Still riding the last tremors that his orgasm sent through his body, he devoured Remy's mouth, while his right hand found a way inside his lover's boxers. Rolling Remy on his side, he lay down facing his lover. "Now it's my turn."

 

Remy's blush deepened. "Are you sure, cher?" He vividly recalled Warren's admission that he had never been with a man before and he didn't want to rush this.

 

"I'm sure." Warren coaxed Remy into moving closer until his lover rested in his arms. Slowly, he pushed down the briefs Remy was wearing and studied the hard flesh, twitching against the Cajun's stomach. "I hope I'll get it right." He had never done this before and he hoped he could pull it off. "Tell me if you don't like it?" He silenced Remy with a kiss when the Cajun tried to speak up. After curling his fingers around Remy's cock, he stroked experimentally. "Good?"

 

Remy bit his bottom lip. "Bien..." Arching his back, he tried to thrust harder, faster.

 

Warren quickly picked up on Remy's silent clues and allowed him to thrust in his own speed. "I can't believe I'm doing this." His father would condemn his actions, but the man was no longer alive and he had to move on. Seeing Remy whip him himself into orgasm, he licked his lips. Remy reached for him, obviously wanting to kiss him, but he resisted, closing his lips over a nipple instead and gently sucking it.

 

"Mon Dieu!" Unable to hold back any longer, Remy released his come in short, jerky spurts. Panting, his big eyes fastened on Warren. "Merci, cher."

 

Warren shook his head. "No, I should be thanking you. All my life I was afraid of this moment, of giving in to my desires, but now that I'm doing just that I feel complete for the first time in my life. I can hardly wait to make love to you... Ouch!" His ribs suddenly acted up and he rolled on to his back, wrapping an arm around them for support. "Although... we might have to wait a little longer. I don't think my ribs actually liked the work out."

 

Concerned, Remy fussed over him. "Want me to call Hank? Is dere anyt'in' I can do?"

 

Warren smiled in spite of the discomfort. "I really was a fool..."

 

"Wings?" Puzzled, Remy raised an eyebrow.

 

"I fought this for years, probably since I set eyes on you. I never realized just how much you care..." Warren locked gazes with Remy while his hand tangled in the long, auburn hair. "We'll talk some more tonight. There's so much I want to tell you, so much I want you to know about me."

 

Remy swallowed hard, realizing how serious Warren took their relationship. "In dat case I should tell you some t'ings too."

 

"Tonight," decreed Warren. "Tonight we'll talk all night long."

 

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Remy was distracted all day long. Although he tried to concentrate on the meeting, his thoughts continued to drift off to Warren the entire time. He had hoped that Warren wanted to take this to the next level, emotionally wise, but he hadn't been sure Warren was ready for that. Now he realized that Warren was more than ready to open up and do some soul searching. It's me, feelin' insecure.

 

If I really want this to work I'll have to tell him 'bout de Collection, livin' on de streets, and all de mistakes I made. Well, he already knows 'bout de worst of dem... But it wasn't something he was looking forward to. He knew himself well enough to admit that he suffered from fear of abandonment and that had everything to do with the fact that his real parents had never wanted him. Jean-Luc had tried to heal that hurt, but the pain sat deep. Trusting in Warren meant facing that fear of losing his new lover.

 

"Remy?"

 

Remy sighed and forced himself to pay attention to the master thief who was updating him. Warren had said he wanted to talk tonight. He had better save his fears until then and start acting like the Patriarch now.

 

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"Ah, Warren! I'm glad dat you're feelin' betta!" Mattie stepped into the living room and watched him sip his tea. "Hope you don' mind me restin' my old bones here." She sat down in the chair next to him and observed him. Warren was frowning and deep lines were etched on his brow. "Is it Remy?"

 

Warren actually smiled. "In a way."

 

"In what way?" She realized he was brooding; it was best to get everything in the open. "He's a good homme."

 

"Yeah, he is." Warren didn't know why, but he felt like he could trust her. After a moment's hesitation, he decided to confide in her. "He's my first male lover and I don't know... I feel... shy..." His face grew flustered, suddenly wondering if he wasn't making a mistake by telling her. "But you can't be interested in..."

 

"Chile, hush..." Mattie straightened her back, watching him intently. "I suspected as much."

 

"You did?" Warren frowned.

 

"Remy acted shy and nervous when he dated an homme for de first time." Mattie smiled. "Does he know he's your first...?"

 

"Yeah, I told him." Uncomfortably, Warren shifted in the chair. "But I shouldn't be discussing this with you."

 

Mattie nodded her head. "You're right. You should be discussin' dis wit' Remy."

 

"I will... tonight." Warren sighed. His ribs protested to sitting upright and he realized he should be laying down instead.

 

"Chile, before you go, lemme tell you one t'in'." Mattie pushed her chair a little closer to his. "Remy's de best beau you could ever find. Treat him bien and he'll love you forever, mais..."

 

"But what?" Warren saw the hesitation in her eyes and watched her hands move over the arm rest in a restless manner.

 

"Remy's been hurt badly in de past. His lovers never really loved him and even dis... Rogue never appreciated him. It made Remy wary. De chile doesn' trust easy."

 

Warren arched an eyebrow. What was Mattie trying to tell him? "Yes?"

 

"Remy's afraid of gettin' hurt 'gain..." Mattie didn't know how to put her fears into words. "I hope you're serious 'bout dis."

 

"Oh yes, I am!" Warren fervently nodded his head. "I won't hurt him."

 

A sad expression appeared on Mattie's face. "I hope dose aren' jus' empty words, because Remy deserves someone who really loves him."

 

"I love him..." Warren smiled, confident in his feelings for Remy. "I really do."
 

Mattie searched his eyes for some time and then sighed approvingly. "I believe you."

 

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Later that night they retired to Remy's room after dinner. What had seemed a brilliant idea in the morning, to share their histories, now seemed to smother them. Warren collapsed on the bed, surprised that the simple action of having dinner could drain him like this. Maybe Hank was right and he did need more rest. Hank wasn't putting him back on the active list for at least a few more weeks anyway.

 

Remy sat down in a comfortable chair near the window. Pulling up his legs, he wrapped his arms around them and rested his head on his knees.

 

Warren felt Remy's posture was rather defensive and wondered why the prospect of sharing their history unnerved them both. "Maybe I should go first?" Remy hesitantly nodded his head. "Remy, before we start, come over here? You seem a million miles away like that."

 

Remy sighed and got to his feet. Stalling, he shuffled his way over to the bed and sat down on the side. When Warren reached for him, he went willingly, lying down in  his lover's arms. Watching Warren closely, he realized that his lover was equally nervous and he relaxed somewhat. "We don' have to do dis."

 

"Yes, we do." Warren gently stroked his lover's silken locks. "When I was born my dad was happy I was a boy, he never wanted a girl. My mother died a few days later. An internal bleeding had started and the doctors were unable to stop it." Seeing a question in Remy's eyes, he nodded encouragingly. "What is it?"

 

"Were you born wit' dose wings?" Remy was still hesitant to touch their magnificent beauty.

 

"No, they developed later." Warren sighed deeply and then continued. "During the first ten years of my childhood I rarely saw my dad. He was always away on business trips and left it to his household staff to raise me. I had a nanny and fortunately I really liked Liz, but I always wondered why my dad didn't want me around. He didn't even show up on my birthdays and the only thing I got was a card sometimes. I wasn't interesting to my dad until I hit puberty. Then he wanted to introduce me to the company; he saw me as the heir to his throne. But I wasn't interested in bonds and financial partners. I wanted my dad to love me."

 

Warren paused, seeing the expression in Remy's eyes. "Don't get me wrong. I had an okay childhood; I just didn't have friends my own age and I couldn't even confide in the staff, knowing a lot of them hoped to get to my dad's money through me. It was lonely, but I did okay."

 

Remy raised his right hand and gently caressed his lover's face. Words eluded him and he hoped to comfort through touch.

 

"Then Manuel joined the household and I developed a crush on him. I was fifteen at that time. My dad was furious and I got several lectures. He fired Manuel and I... I was so confused. I knew what I fell for Manuel was true, but my dad told me it was so wrong and... I decided not to explore those feelings."

 

Remy's soft caress touched Warren's heart. "Later, it made me hate you, but I'm getting ahead of things. My dad sent me to boarding school and for the first time I was around kids my own age. I really liked it there and then... suddenly I had wings!" Warren shook his head, remembering. "I was so naive back then. I wanted to be a hero and tried to act like one. One night there was a fire in the dorms and I rescued several students. I was careless and people found out about my identity, but maybe it was the nature of my mutation, but they never hunted me down. My wings reminded them of an angel and... I was lucky. People tolerated me."

 

Remy was listening closely, hearing the pain that Warren was trying to hide. Warren had always wanted to belong, but had never found the place or person to belong to, a feeling he knew only too well.

 

"To cut a long story short, my dad died, I inherited the company and ran it on my own. In my spare time I continued to chase the bad guys. I dated, women of course, but things never worked out." He grew silent, remembering Candy. "Hodge killed one of my girlfriends after torturing her and Bets... I always picked strong women..."

 

Remy was tempted to say something to comfort Warren, but didn't, realizing how important it was Warren finished.

 

"When you joined the X-Men, I felt something I couldn't label. By then I had successfully buried my real feelings and was living the lie with conviction. Subconsciously, I must have realized I was attracted to you and not Bets, but... I denied having those desires. It got easier when you started to date Rogue."

 

"Warren..." Remy sighed the name, wondering what to say.

 

"No, I'm not finished yet. I still got one big admission to make." One, which he dreaded making. "You asked me that night when Jean-Luc died why I came to your room. The truth is that I accidentally listened in one of your calls. Mattie was telling you that Jean-Luc had died and when I heard you call him poppa I knew what you were going through and I couldn't bear the thought of you being on your own."

 

Remy sucked in his breath. "You eavesdropped?"

 

"It wasn't intentional." Warren cringed. "Can you forgive me?"

 

Remy's eyes widened. "Mais oui!" If it hadn't been for Warren he might never have dealt with Jean-Luc's death that night. "Means a lot to me dat you cared, cher."

 

"I felt guilty about listening in, but later I was relieved I did. At least then I knew what you were going through." Warren stared at Remy's inviting lips. "I never had a male lover before, but you probably figured that one out. That doesn't mean I don't know what goes where, but... I lack actual experience and when you told me you wanted me to top, I... felt relieved..."

 

Remy nodded in understanding. Being on the bottom would probably scare Warren. "I don' mind, cher. I love takin' it up de ass." To his amusement, Warren blushed fiercely. "Cher?"

 

"Did you have to phrase it like that?" Just picturing it made him hard.

 

Wickedly, Remy licked his lips. "It's de trut', cher."

 

Warren willed his arousal to diminish. "Do you have any questions, Remy?"

 

Remy decided to behave for now. This was a serious conversation and he could tease Warren later. "Non, not really, mais lemme t'ink 'bout it, bien?"

 

"Bien," teased Warren, kissing Remy's soft lips. "Now it's your turn."

 

Remy flinched. "Must I?"

 

"Yeah." Warren wondered about the panicked expression in Remy's eyes. The Cajun looked away, severing eye contact. Remy's monotone voice sounded out of place when the Cajun began speaking. Instinctively, he tightened the embrace, trying to catch Remy's gaze once more, but the Cajun cunningly avoided looking at him.

 

"Dis ain' easy," started Remy, trying to find a way to explain everything to Warren.

 

"Try..."

 

Remy sighed deeply. "I never knew my parents. All I know is dat I spent de first ten years of my life as part of de Antiquary's Collection." Seeing Warren's frown, he tried to explain. "De Antiquary's de Guild's Patron, a wizard, who collects chilren. He kept us locked up and we weren' supposed to be friends."

 

"Remy..." Warren tried to understand the concept.

 

"I know it's hard to understand. I had my own room and all de t'ings I needed, except for l'amour. De Antiquary wanted us for our mutant powers. I t'ink he wanted to eradicate all possible t'reats to his reign. Once a mutant was born, he would put it in his Collection, controllin' it."

 

"I'm so sorry." Soothingly, Warren rubbed his lover's back.

 

"It wasn' so bad." Remy shrugged his shoulders. "When I was 'bout ten, I managed to run 'way and ended up on de streets. Dat was worse. I knew rien of de real world and had to fight my way out more dan once. Den a group of former t'ieves took me in and trained me." Remy hated making the next admission. "I locked 'way my feelings dose first twelve years of my life. I knew I'd get hurt and I had been hurt too much already."

 

Suddenly Mattie's words returned to Warren. Was that what she had hinted at yesterday?

 

"When I was t'irteen I tried to pick Jean-Luc's pockets. I didn' know who he was and he easily caught me. He never told me why he took me in, but he took me home and tante instantly started mot'erin' me. I had a few friends when I was growin' up and you were right, I did get in to a lot of trouble."

 

Warren shook his head. And he had thought that he'd had a bad childhood! His little problems didn't compare to Remy's!

 

"Den poppa and de Assassins decided Belle and I had to marry to unite de Guilds. I liked her, mebbe even loved her, mais we'd never work out. Durin' de wedding, Julien challenged me and I..."

 

"Julien? The maniac who kidnapped me?" Warren finally managed to catch Remy's eyes.

 

"Oui, for some reason he always hated me." Remy shrugged. "I t'ought I had killed him, mais his fat'er slipped him de Elixir and turned Julien in to de walkin' dead. I had to flee and was banished from N'Arlings. Belle didn' really seem to mind losin' me. She eventually succeeded her fat'er and..."

 

Warren cupped Remy's face in his hand and searched the alien eyes. "I'm beginning to understand what you have been trough."

 

Remy laughed bitterly. "I ain' finished yet. After I left N'Arlings I ended up workin' for Sinister. My powers were outta control and he fixed dat. I return, I stole some equipment for him. When he asked me to gat'er de Marauders I was already lookin' for a way out, and decided dat dis last service would pay my debt in full." Remy swallowed hard. "You know what happened in de tunnels. Creed injured me when I fought back and I spent de next months recoverin'. When I met Storm I had no idea who she was and I followed her when she returned to de X-Men."

 

"Remy, why Rogue?" That question had burned his lips for some time now. "It always felt wrong. I don't know why..."

 

Remy shrugged again. "I don' know. She reminded me of myself. She was lonely and cut off. I wanted to help."

 

"Did you ever love her?"

 

"Cher, I like de hommes much betta dan de femmes. I liked her... I cared 'bout her, mais..."

 

"What about me then?" Warren watched Remy closely. "Do you love me?"

 

"Oui," said Remy, firmly. "I do."

 

Warren nodded his head. "Anything else you want to tell me?"

 

Remy shook his head. There were so many things Warren should know, but he had done enough emotional bloodletting for today. "Any questions?"

 

Warren cleared his throat, feeling embarrassed. "You hinted at having male lovers before."

 

"Oui, I did." But it wasn't something he was proud of. One night stands which he had taken home because he had felt lonely and guilty.

 

"Did you bottom with them as well, or...?" Warren didn't want Remy to do something that went against his nature just to please him.

 

Remy was speechless, never expecting that question. After a while, he realized that the silence was growing uncomfortable. "Mostly, oui."

 

"But you'd top as well?"

 

"Once or twice..." Remy frowned. Why was Warren asking these questions. "Mais I want you to take me, cher. Understood?"

 

"Why? I can't believe anyone would bottom voluntarily."

 

"Why not?" Remy elbowed himself in an upright position. "Cher?"

 

Warren blushed, embarrassed. "It must hurt."

 

Remy blinked. "Oui, it does, at first, mais..."

 

"I just can't understand you'd want that." Warren averted his eyes.

 

"Cher, don' worry! It'll be grande!" Remy leaned in closer and kissed his lover's lips. If they hadn't been this emotional he would have instigated making love, but the time wasn't right for that. Maybe in the morning. "Give it time to get used to de idea."

 

Warren shyly nodded his head. "Now what?"

 

"Now we sleep, cher. I don' know 'bout you mais I'm tired." Talking about his past always drained him.

 

"In that case we better change." Warren didn't fancy sleeping in his jeans and sweater.

 

"Oui, skin on skin..." Remy unzipped his jeans, kicked them off and removed his shirt as well. He stole a glance at Warren as his lover struggled with his sweater, but Warren managed in the end. After Warren removed his jeans as well, Remy wickedly slipped out of his briefs, presenting himself to his lover. They had never slept naked before, always keeping the barrier of clothes in place.

 

Warren swallowed hard, seeing Remy naked. "You want me to..." His voice trailed off when Remy hooked his fingers behind the elastic of his boxers and removed them.

 

"Wanna sleep like dis." Remy acted at once, rolled on to his side and pressed his ass against Warren's groin.

 

"Remy..." Warren spooned closely behind Remy, loving the feel of his lover's body against his. "Shit, I'm..." He was growing hard and his cock slipped between Remy's ass cheeks.

 

"It's bien, cher. I love it like dat." Suggestively, Remy pressed back. 

 

"Remy, stop it. I'm not yet ready to..."

 

"I know dat, cher. Jus' enjoy de moment." Remy closed his eyes and pulled Warren's arms around him. "I'll sure have sweet dreams tonight!"

 

Warren bit his bottom lip. His cock was moving undependably, as if seeking the little pucker that would give him entry to his lover's body. The fact that Remy continued to wiggle didn't help either. "Remy? Talk to me..."

 

Remy smiled impishly. "Ah, cher... Soon you'll be inside me, makin' me scream for more. You're big... I like dem big."

 

"Remy, don't!" Warren wondered why he had asked Remy to talk to him. "Just don't!"

 

Remy laughed wickedly and gave in. "Je t'aime, cher."

 

Warren kissed the back of Remy's neck. "I love you too, Remy."

 

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The next morning, Warren felt rather disappointed when he found Remy had already left the bed. Remy's spot had already cooled down and he had never noticed his lover leaving. Opening his eyes, he immediately noticed the note on the pillow.

 

Cher,

 

The Assassins are handing over what's left of the Blackbird and I'm taking Hank and Bobby to establish the damage done to the plane. Hank advised me to let you sleep in late. I'll be back for dinner. I'm not sure though Hank and Bobby will as well, depends on the state the plane is in. If it is still capable of flight they are taking it back to Westchester.

 

I'm sorry to leave you like this, cher...

 

Je t'aime...

 

Remy.

 

Warren felt disappointed that Remy hadn't taken him along, but understood. His ribs still caused him problems at times and rest was the best option right now. Staring at the note, he smiled. Remy really loved him... He sighed, recalling falling asleep with his hard dick poking his lover's ass. He hadn't believed it possible, but he really wanted to make love to Remy.

 

But I should so some research first... His gaze settled on the computer on Remy's desk. "Let's see if he has internet access... I'm sure I can find tons of information on the net."

 

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Hours later, Warren sat blushing in front of the computer. "Too much information..." After running a search he had hit a site that offered free gay movies and he had opened one out of curiosity. The images on screen made him blush. "Stop it..." His dick was hard again, telling him it liked the onscreen performance.

 

"How can it fit?" Entranced, he watched how the man on top pushed inside, burying himself completely. His partner was moaning and squirming helplessly. Shaking his head, he imagined doing this to Remy and although his cock throbbed in appreciation, he couldn't understand how the man on the bottom could like it.

 

Unable to stop watching, he swallowed hard at the pace with which the man thrust inside his lover's body. "I can't do this to Remy!" The face of the man on the receiving end was contorted.

 

"What can' you do to me, cher?" Remy strolled inside, grinning as he caught a glimpse of the performance onscreen.

 

"Remy!" Warren yelped, alarmed and tried to close the window.

 

"Non, leave it on..." Remy came to a halt behind his lover and wrapped his arms around him. "What upset you?"

 

Warren's fierce blush intensified. "Look at him!"
 

Remy suddenly realized the problem. "He likes it, cher."

 

"He isn't even hard!" Warren held his breath as the man pulled out only to push back inside again. "And you want me to do that to you?"

 

"Ah, oui, cher... All night long." Watching the action had made him hard as well. The man on the bottom suddenly came, shouting something intelligible.

 

"Remy..." Pleadingly, Warren looked Remy in the eyes.

 

"Cher, come here." Remy took the lead, pulled Warren to his feet and led his lover to their bed. After pushing Warren down, he straddled his lover's hips. Warren was sitting upright and Remy moved suggestively on his lover's lap, feeling Warren's hard dick beneath the fabric of his jeans. "Don' t'ink... jus' lemme take care of dat, oui?"

 

Perplexed, Warren nodded. "What..." But Remy's finger against his lips silenced him. Agile fingers quickly unzipped him, pulled down his boxers and released his eager cock from its confines. When Remy pushed him down, he lay down, watching entranced as Remy knelt on the floor, and parted his legs. His eyes bulged when Remy leaned forward and closed his lips around him. "Remy!" Women had gone down on him, but they had never managed to take him completely. Remy was right to call him big. His seven inches were impressive.

 

Remy relaxed his throat and licked his way down Warren's dick, deepthroating his lover. Suckling the slit and massaging the heavy balls, he felt how Warren's hand settled on his head, grabbing strands of his hair. Doubling his efforts to bring Warren to a shattering orgasm, he increased the speed, swallowing the length and let Warren fuck his mouth.

 

Warren lost his control, feeling the moist warmth around him, enclose him, suck him. "Remy..." Growling softly, he arched his back, fucking his lover's mouth and thrusting ruthlessly. It only took him a few seconds to shoot his load, using his hold on his lover's head to keep Remy in place.

 

Remy regulated his breathing and swallowed the salty come. Warren's hand kept him down, and he licked his lover clean. Warren's reaction hadn't surprised him. His lover never expected him to go down on him and had gotten carried away. Peeking at Warren, he saw the satiated expression on his lover's face. He let the sated cock slip from his lips and gently kissed the spent balls.

 

Coming down from the orgasmic high, Warren suddenly realized he hadn't given Remy much of a choice, except to finish going down on him. "Remy, I..."

 

Remy smiled. "It's bien, cher... Don' worry."

 

Warren removed his hand as if burned and watched Remy crawl toward him on all fours. "I didn't want to..."

 

Remy grinned and instead of answering Warren verbally, he leaned in closer and kissed him gently. He knew that not every lover wanted to taste himself, so he kept the kiss light and not invasive.

 

Warren parted his teeth, pulled Remy on top and challenged his lover's tongue to a duel. "You're hard..."

 

Remy chuckled. "Mebbe you should do somet'in' 'bout dat?"

 

"What? How?" Lazily, he fingered a lock of Remy's hair. He had seldom felt this relaxed when making love.

 

"Fuck me... Wanna feel you inside, mon coeur."

 

Warren wavered. "Remy, I..."

 

"I can do all de work... You only have to lie back and enjoy de ride..." If Warren had been hard, he would have impaled himself on his lover's cock, that was how much he craved being one with Warren.

 

"Don't I have to prepare you first? At least, that's how they did it in the movie..." Warren swallowed hard, seeing this wild, sensual creature lick down his chest. "Remy..."

 

Remy licked one nipple into hardness, then rolled Warren's other nipple between his fingers. "We need lube..." He reached to his right, in to the nightstand and uncovered a tube of KY. "How do you wanna do dis?" He was eager to let Warren decide, putting his lover back in the driver's seat.

 

Warren took hold of the tube and stared at it. "What would work best?"

 

Remy considered the question. "Would you like to see my face?"

 

The question puzzled Warren. "Yes."

 

Remy rolled on to his back and pushed some pillows beneath his hips, exposing himself to his lover. "Like dis?"

 

Warren nodded eagerly. Some of his nervousness had faded now that he was growing hard again. "Why did you go down on me?" He opened the tube and squeezed a generous amount on to his fingertip.

 

"Dat way you'll last longer." Remy licked his lips, parted his legs and placed his feet against Warren's chest. "Mon Dieu, I can' wait for you to fuck me..." Squirming, he watched as Warren placed a finger against his pucker. "Slowly. It's been a while for me. I'll be tight and you're...big... Mon Dieu, seven inches?"

 

Warren suddenly felt insecure about this size. Looking at his lover, he wondered how he would ever fit in there. He massaged the guardian ring, waiting for his slippery finger to slip inside. Suddenly, Remy moved, raised his hips and his fingertip slid inside. Amazed, he realized how hot Remy felt around his digit. "Are you okay?" Looking at his lover, he found that Remy was biting his bottom lip and beads of sweat had appeared on Remy's brow.

 

"Deeper, please, cher?" He hadn't lied when he had said that he loved taking it up the ass, he did, and right now Warren's slow pace was killing him. He realized they needed to go slow because Warren lacked experience, but he just wanted his lover to fuck him!

 

Nervously, Warren obliged, pushing deeper. "What do I do now?"

 

"Try to find de sweet spot, cher..."

 

"Your prostate?" Warren nodded his head, probing experimentally. "Remy, guide me."

 

"To de left, up, oui, press li'l harder..." Panting, Remy's eyes widened. "Oui, cher!" He yelped softly as Warren's fingertip brushed the gland. "Mon Dieu, please get inside..."

 

"No..." He had read on the net that he should stretch Remy first and he pulled back, added more lube and then returned with two fingers. "Just relax..." He watched Remy's face intently, searching for signs of discomfort, but the pupils were dilated and his cock hard. "You really want this, don't you...?" Knowing that Remy craved this, made things easier on him.

 

"Ah, cher... want you so much, want you inside, want you to fuck me..." Remy briefly closed his eyes when Warren returned to massaging his prostate. "Cher, won' last long dis way..."

 

"Remy, what do I do next? Three fingers?" He pulled out again, checking for blood. He refused to hurt his lover!

 

Remy quickly sat upright, grabbed the tube and rubbed a liberal amount on to Warren's dick, which twitched excitedly. It if were up to him, he would go for doggie style, but Warren was big and inexperienced and might up tearing him unintended. Lying back down, he adjusted the pillows and rested his feet on Warren's shoulders, shamelessly exposing himself to his lover. "Fuck me, cher... I want you..." Licking his lips, he ignored his own dick, not wanting to come yet. "Cher... fuck me... Need you!"

 

Unable to deny his lover, Warren moved closer, kneeling between his lover's legs. Seeing Remy like this, made his cock throb in want. "Remy?"

 

Warren's plea for permission touched Remy. "Oui, fuck me..." His hands found Warren's back, moved closer to the wings and caressed the feathers. When Warren spread his wings, a soft moan escaped him. "Beau... bein' fucked by an ange..."

 

Remy's words pushed Warren over the edge and his instincts took over. Curling his fingers around his dick, he positioned himself at Remy's entrance and slowly opened his lover.

 

"Mon Dieu!" Remy yelped, forced himself to relax and buried his face against Warren's shoulder. "Don' stop!" Warren had frozen and Remy grew scared that his lover had changed his mind. "Cher, fuck me, please... deeper..."

 

Those words were all Warren needed to hear and he pushed in deeper, sliding inside until Remy's breath hitched. He paused then, giving his lover time to adjust to the bulk inside him and once Remy relaxed again, he buried himself inside the hot channel. His heavy balls slapped against Remy's ass and he licked the skin beneath his lover's collarbone. "I..." Lost for words, he stared in to Remy's eyes. "Are you okay? I don't want to hurt you."

 

"Mon Dieu, you're big, Wings... Gimme a moment... never took someone dis big, never felt dis full before." He was careful not to move, letting himself be stretched. His fingers clawed the magnificent white wings, that covered him. "C'est bien, you can start fuckin' me now... I want you so badly, cher..." A scream died on his lips when Warren took him up on his offer and started thrusting. "Ai..." Instinctively, he rested his head on Warren's shoulder, suckling the skin there.

 

Warren threw back his head, pulled out completely and then drove himself home again. "It never felt like this before..." Losing himself in primal urges, his thrusts grew wild and erratic. He allowed Remy to bite him, break his skin and his long, wild thrusts became short and violent. "Remy!" He screamed his lover's name, climaxing and coming hard. The hot channel contracted around him, and he whispered soft words of love. Remembering not to leave his lover behind again, he curled his fingers around Remy's cock and stroked hard.

 

Remy came a few seconds later, spilling his seed all over Warren's hand. Shocked, he stared at the majestic angel, and accepted the kisses that Warren bestowed on his face. "Mon Dieu..." Warren's wings fluttered restlessly, and tears stung his eyes. Never before and he seen something this divine.

 

Spent, Warren collapsed on to his lover. Sweat covered his brow and he guided Remy's legs down, gently placing them on the mattress. Stunned, he realized that he was still inside his lover, semi-hard. "Remy? Did I...?"

 

Remy didn't let him finish. "Took my breat' 'way, you. Cher, dat was..." Unable to find the right words, he opted for a passionate kiss.

 

Slowly, they came down from the rush and they stared at each other. "Uhm, Remy? I'm still inside you... What do I do?"

 

"Pull out, mais do it slowly!" Remy tried to relax and groaned softly as Warren pulled out. Fighting down a wave of shallow pain, he panted. "I'll be sore for days!"

 

Warren chuckled softly. "And that's a bad thing? You begged me to fuck you!" His smile faded, seeing droplets of blood on cock head. "Remy?" Shocked, he stared at his lover.

 

Remy shrugged. "You're big, cher. I expected some slight tearin'. It's rien, will heal by itself." Stretching, he cringed as his lower body protested the movement. A hot bath would help. "Cher, come here." He didn't like the shocked expression in Warren's eyes and pulled him into an embrace.

 

"I hurt you." Lost, Warren wondered how to apologize.

 

"Don'." Remy placed a finger against his lover's lips. "Dis happens. It's normal. Don' feel bad 'bout it."

 

"But..."

 

Remy kissed him, effectively rendering Warren speechless. "It's bien, cher. Don' make a fuss."

 

Seeing the honesty in Remy's eyes, Warren gave in. "But I still feel bad about making you..."

 

"Don' say it, cher!" Remy was getting irritated. "It's different wit' an homme, cher."

 

Warren decided not to push it. "Being inside you felt wonderful, Remy. Did you like it too?"

 

"Loved it, cher." Remy rolled Warren on to his back and covered him like a blanket, wrapping himself around his lover. "A li'l nap?"

 

"Uh, we'd better clean up if we don't want to end up stuck together."

 

Remy nodded. "You're right, cher... Race you to de bat'room." He bit down the shallow pain and wriggled his ass, heading for the bathroom.

 

Warren followed slowly, granting Remy his little victory. "I love you, Remy..." Thoughtfully, he walked over to the bathroom. He didn't know what the future held in store for them, but he sure as hell would never let Remy go.

 

END

 

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