An All New Romance

**I spent ages writing out an explanation in the first chapter, so you don't need to know anything X-Men to read! Rated Y for sexual innuendo, mild sexual scenes, mild violence and language. I wouldn't class it R, but I see that some people might.** With Scott Summers about to leave the rest of the time displaced, original X-Men to go travelling with his father, will Warren confess his feelings for the boy with the red sunglasses?


2. Scott's Choice

Scott sat on the cool, snowy cliff and looked out over the landscape. It was difficult for him to think that he might not see a sight like this for a long time. Part of him wanted to stay here, with his friends and - literally - with himself, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity to spend time with a father than he had grown up without. He sighed. This wasn't going to be easy. He was here to save the world from himself. Instead, he had chosen to leave selfishly. Scott saw himself enjoying any activity as selfishness. He was a leader. Everything he did should've been for the team. But this was for him. This was something he needed to do.

"You okay, Scotty?" The familiar voice spoke up behind him.

"It's just a lot to take in, I guess." He sighed. "On top of everything we discovered when we arrived, I find out my dad is still alive and healthy... Wow."

"Yeah, I can see that would be weird." The winged mutant sat slowly beside Scott. "What you doing up here?"

"Just thinking it all over. It's going to be tough." Scott admitted. "What brings you here, Warren?"

"I came looking for you." He said, looking into Scott's glasses and hoping their eyes met somewhere behind the lenses.

"Really? Why?" Scott sounded surprised. "Has something happened to the others?"

"No." Warren replied simply, lifting his wings away from the cool snow. "I just thought you might need a friend."

"Oh." Is the only reply that the red eyed mutant provided.

"Not everything is about the team, Scott." Warren said gently, moving slightly closer to the boy beside him. "Sometimes it's just about you."

"Just about me?" Scott sounded surprised, as if he was not allowed to think individually, only as part of the X-Men.

"About you... And me." Warren whispered. Scott swallowed hard. Was he making a move on him?

"What about us?" Scott's voice was quiet.

"You tell me, Cyclops." Warren shrugged, trying to look casual, even though his mind was going crazy about the possible outcomes of his planned actions.

"Warren, you know that-" Scott's sentence cut off mid way through and he sighed heavily. "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Warren pushed, wanting the other boy to say more.

"I'm confused." Scott said, as he watched Warren's every move through ruby quartz lenses.

"Me too." Warren whispered. It was true. Warren had been confused since the day he had met the boy in the red sunglasses. Before him, everything was so simple. Warren was an attractive boy. A rich, attractive boy. He had never had any issues getting girls. But then he met Scott, and everything changed. Scott Summers had changed Warren's view on everything. And Warren had never felt emotions so strong for anyone else. Little did he know, Scott felt the same. From the moment Scott had laid his eyes on the beautiful white wings of Warren Worthington III, he had been entranced. Before Warren, Scott had never been seriously attracted to anyone. He kept his mind focused on his education and on the team. But that had become increasingly difficult the more and more he fell for the other mutant.

"I don't want you to go." Warren's words were like a beg.

"Warren, I-"

"No," He cut off Scott's words. "Let me say this first."

"Okay." Scott nodded.

"You're driving me crazy, Scott. I started feeling... Things for you a while ago. I thought I could never tell you - tell anyone - but now you're leaving and I can't let you go without telling you that I-" He stopped himself quickly. "I like you. A lot. I really do."

"Wow." Scott gasped.

"Oh, God! I'm sorry! This was a mistake." Warren began to stand but Scott took hold of his wrist and pulled him back down next to him with surprising force.

"Coming here," Scott started, taking a deep breath. "Seeing how things will apparently work out, it's really changed me. It's given me a new outlook on life. It's also shown me that I shouldn't take anything for granted, least of all my friends."

"Oh," Warren's heart suck slightly at the word 'friend'. He could see what was going to happen, Scott was going to completely reject him and Warren will have made a fool out of himself and expressed his secret homosexual desires for no reason. And then, of course, Scott would leave with an awkward goodbye and they could never see each other again.

"I don't want to take you for granted." Scott whispered, moving closer to the blonde teen beside him.

"You don't?" Were the only words Warren could find. Scott bite his lip softly and shook his head. Warren's eyes fell to the other boy's lips.

"You're the main reason I don't want to go." Scott whispered. "I really like you too Warren. A lot."

"Yeah?" Warren's heart was beating loudly in his ears at Scott's confession.

"Yeah." Scott's voice was low and sexy now. Warren had never seen this side of him before. "Please give me a reason to stay?"

And with that, all of the restraint that Warren had maintained from the day he met the other mutant was no longer required. He placed his right hand on Scott's cheek and ached to look into the boy's eyes to make the moment even more perfect. He leaned in slowly, still scared that Scott would run at any moment. But he didn't. He stayed perfectly still and kept his eyes on Warren as their lips neared each other. And finally, after so long waiting and hoping, they kissed, softly to begin with, savoring the first moment their lips touched. It was everything Warren had ever imagined and so much more. Soon, passion and longing took over and Scott wrapped his arms around Warren's shoulder's, pulling him slightly closer. He ran his fingers over Warren's soft white feathers.

"That tickles." Warren laughed, breaking their contact for a minimal amount of time, before joining their lips again. Warren lent into Scott's body more, pushing him back into the light snow. Scott felt the back of his uniform dampen and cool from its contact with the snow, but he did not feel cold, as Warren's body temperature and the passion of the moment kept him at a comfortable temperature.

"That uniform looks amazing on you. Do you know how hard it was to keep my hands off you when I saw you in that the first time?" Warren panted.

"Shut up and kiss me, Angel." Scott ordered. Warren immediately complied. This was everything Warren had wanted. He stroked Scott's perfect brown hair and smiled against the boy's lips. This was it! He was finally living out the most perfect dream. The Scott Summers he had longed for for so long was finally in his arms and they were making out with more passion than Warren could've ever imagined. He reached up and ran his finger over the frame of Scott's ruby quartz sunglasses. It was him. It was really him! Warren had never expected to finally get his dream boy and he could barely believe his luck. He didn't even think Scott would even be attracted to guys, let alone him!

"Stay with me." Warren begged. "Please. I can't live without you."

"Warren, it's not that simple." Scott sighed, looking up at the boy who leant over his reclined body.

"But I'm in love with you, Scott Summers!" Warren blurted out, regretting the words immediately.

"You-You're w-what?" Scott stuttered. With Warren's chest pushed on top of Scott's, Warren could easily feel his heart rate quickening.

"I- I think I said I love you, Scott." Warren was as much shocked at his confession as Scott was.

"I love you too, Warren. You've been driving me crazy since we met." Warren released a small sigh of relief.

"Don't go." Warren ordered. He was done asking. There was no way he was letting Scott leave now.

"Kiss me." Scott whispered, his smile giving Warren the answer he craved.

Never, Angel.

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