Jean glanced over her shoulder with a smile. Scott was watching her again. He'd better not let Warren catch him at it again, she thought. He won't be able to sleep for a week. She giggled as she worked on the weeding. According to Hank, this rose garden was Scott's baby, so maybe he was just making sure she didn't screw up. And maybe pigs will fly out of my butt. Warren swooped down over her head and settled on the steps of the porch. His wings blocked her view of Scott.
****
Scott looked at her lover with a grin. "Impressive."
"Thanks." Warren folded up his wings. He sat on the railing, wings hanging free, legs spread. Scott stepped between his legs and wrapped his arms around his lover's waist. "So what's up, sweetheart?"
"That, that girl is in my rose-garden."
"Poor baby." Warren laughed. "You're lucky you're on the porch. I might have gotten the wrong idea."
"Like you'd let something as logical as distance stop you. Honestly, you're a jealous bastard, Warren."
"I have to be. You're mine." Warren finger-combed Scott's shoulder-length hair. He loved running his fingers through it. Scott closed his eyes to appreciate the attention. Warren gave him a scorching kiss. Scott shivered as the feel of those hot lips went straight to his groin.
"You're going to be the death of me."
"No, the life." Warren kissed him again, bruising his lips with passion. Scott felt his moan swallowed by Warren's mouth. "Do we have time before dinner?"
"No," Scott said with a sigh. "And I have a training session to organize. Red needs to start working on her agoraphobia."
"Pragmatic psycho."
"Idle playboy."
"I want to fuck you tonight. Don't be too late?"
"That's motivation."
"Besides, you're due at least a spanking for procrastinating."
Scott shook his head. "I don't know why I put up with you."
"Masochism?" Warren offered. Scott squeezed Warren's ass.
"Nah. Never." Scott grinned. Warren kissed him again.
"My eyes! My eyes! I'm just an impressionable teen!" Bobby cried. He covered his face melodramatically.
"Oh, go play in traffic," Warren groused.
"Were you going to take Jean that lemonade?" Scott asked mildly.
Bobby picked up the glass. "Nope." The thirteen year old grinned. "The professor sent me out to torment you."
"And you do that so well," Scott muttered. Warren kissed him again.
"Don't forget you have a history paper due tomorrow," Warren reminded his lover.
"Why don't you remind me of these things earlier?"
"Because you look so good when you're frazzled."
Bobby laughed. Warren winked at his lover. Scott sighed. "Time to get to work." He left Warren's arms reluctantly. He ruffled Bobby's bangs. "See if you can get Jean to talk to you for a little bit okay?"
"Will do." Bobby saluted.
****
Charles watched his students in the rec room. Scott was bitching about the lighting as he tried to get a good angle on his book. Warren finally took it from him. He read aloud quietly. Scott listened, attentive and still. Xavier frowned. He'd thought Hank had re-ground the glasses so that Scott could read easily. His eyes narrowed. He nearly laughed as he realized that Scott was merely playing up to his boyfriend so they would spend more time together.
Jean was sitting in the far corner, doing needlework. Bobby was beating Hank as video games. Jean was watching Scott and Warren covertly, blushing when Warren caressed Scott's cheek with a finger. Scott bent over his laptop and worked on his report. Charles grazed Scott's mind. The history report was done. He was actually working on a training schedule for Jean and Bobby. Scott's ability as a leader was evidenced by his uncanny, instinctual grasp of psychology. Charles settled back to enjoy his paper.
****
"You just like hearing me read, don't you," Warren stated.
Scott looked away. "Yeah."
"You can always just ask."
Scott shrugged. Warren tugged at Scott's hair none too gently. "Hey!"
"If you want me to read to you, just ask. That's an order, sweetheart."
"Bossy."
"Yeah. I am. Are you staying the night?"
"I thought so. That's why I finished up everything."
"Then take off your shoes and relax. I'm not going to beat you." Scott mock-pouted at that. "Well, only if you beg sweetly enough," Warren amended. Scott laughed. He gat his boots off, then crawled into the bed, curling up on his lover's chest, between his legs. He closed his eyes and took off his shades. Warren's cock stirred at the sight of his lover laying trustingly in his arms. He had no fear that Scott would blast him. The young man had kept his eyes closed for three years with no help. One night was nothing. He memorized the high cheekbones and soft lashes that the heavy shades obscured during the day.
"This for me?" Scott asked, stroking Warren's cock through his jeans.
"Yep."
"When?"
"Later."
Scott sighed. Warren wrapped his wings around both of their bodies. He smiled as Scott snuggled closer. He closed his eyes for just a moment.
****
Scott woke wrapped in Warren's arms and wings. He didn't move, not knowing what had roused him. Warren's hand patted his ass comfortingly, even as his morning hard-on pressed into Scott's hip. Scott rubbed against the hard cock. Warren's arms tightened. "Stop it," he said. Scott sighed and relaxed into Warren's body. He shifted to carefully extract his hand from between their bodies. Warren smacked his ass sharply. "Stop moving." Scott subsided. "The question is, should I fuck you before breakfast or after it?"
"No time afterward. I've got Red's training and Bobby needs to be run into town for clothes and supplies. Tutor comes at eleven and you have a Biology final."
"Now it is, then." Warren opened his wings. Scott shivered as the cold air touched him. Scott sat up. Warren caught him in a harsh kiss. "Did I say I wanted you to move?" Scott shook his head. Warren kissed him again. "No, I didn't. I like holding you. I like feeling you." Warren kissed him until Scott could barely breath. One hand cupped Scott's groin. Scott gasped. He quickly unfastened his belt and jeans. Warren caught the back of his neck. "Bend over." Warren warmed Scott's ass with a few sharp smacks.
"What was that for?" Scott demanded. Still blind without his shades to stop his blasts, quick movements disoriented him.
"Because I felt like it." Questioning got him a few more smacks. He didn't really care. His cock was ready for action.
"Please, War, just fuck me." Warren laughed. He prepped Scott's ass until his lover couldn't help to fuck himself on the probing fingers. Then, finally, Warren was pushing in, breeching the inner ring of muscle and moving further. Scott moaned. He could smell Warren on the sheets, hear him groan as he surged forward and feel him hard and firm inside him. He was surrounded by Warren's presence. He stroked his cock.
****
"Mine," Warren said softly, catching Scott's wrist. "Give me your other hand." Warren held Scott's hands in the small of his back with one hand. He heard his lover moaning into the mattress. He stroked Scott's cock. He came, slamming deep into his lover's body. Scott's hips thrust forward, trying for stimulation - rubbing against Warren's motionless hand. Warren laughed and pulled his hand away.
"God, War, please, don't do this to me. Don't leave me like this. Please, let me come."
"No way, sweetheart," Warren purred. Scott sobbed into the blanket. He squirmed as Warren softened and pulled free. Warren freed his lover's wrists. "If you come, you'll regret it."
Scott flopped onto his back, jeans around his knees, cock stiff and proud. His skin was flushed. "Why?"
"You need to curb your appetite better. You've been lusting after Jean."
"Have not!" Scott took a deep breath, then released it. "War, have a heart."
Warren laughed. "No." He kissed Scott gently. "Time for breakfast."
"Mother-fucking asshole."
****
"Scott you aren't concentrating on the problems."
"They're done."
"Tutor," who's real name was Marina Green, was a patient woman. She had to be to work with remedial students, but Scott knew how to push her buttons with the preciseness of a little brother. "Show me."
He turned his notebook to face her. She stared. All of the Trig problems were done in Scott's precise handwriting. "Why didn't you tell me you were finished? We can move on to History. Did you finish your paper?"
"Yes."
"Let me have it, please." He handed over the typed pages. "Did you read the next chapter?"
"Sort of."
"Define that."
"Warren read it to me."
Tutor nodded. "Okay. Let's go over the questions."
"Can we skip on to Chemistry instead?"
"Why don't you like history?"
"It's boring."
"It's people. You like people."
Scott shook his head. "We never talk about people, just names and dates. We never look at military tactics just memorize who won. Why should I bother to learn things I can just look up?"
"To get your GED. You had a physical reason not to be in school, not a psychological one like Jean. Jean hid in her books and finished school or I'd have her sitting right next to you. You're helping her back into the real world. That's great work, but you need to be in the real world too. That means a high school education. If we work on it, you should be able to take the test by the time you turn 18."
"What about Bobby? Shouldn't you be torturing, I mean tutoring him too?"
"Charles and I are working on lesson plans for him. And Warren's studying while I’m working with you. And you know damn well why I won't let you study with him," she stated dryly.
Scott stuck his tongue out at her.
"Couldn't you have waited for Jean?"
"Ew."
"I thought you liked her."
"She's broke. I go for money."
Tutor laughed. "Enough. Back to work."
"Yes, massa," Scott drawled. Marina shook her head.
****
Scott handed Jean her iced tea. He smiled at her briefly, then turned to ask Bobby a question about his shopping trip. She studied Scott. He was a year younger than she was, but acted older. Warren was more her age. They were both cute, but they were totally wrapped up in each other. She was totally jealous too. She wanted Scott more than she'd ever wanted anything. She resolved to talk to Warren about it. Maybe they could work out a deal. She laughed at herself. Or maybe she should try flirting.
****
Warren watched Jean flirting with his boy. Worse, Scott was flirting back. He dropped a territorial arm around Scott's waist. The younger man leaned against him even as he chatted with 'that girl.' Warren tugged a little and Scott shifted onto his lap. Jean's eyes narrowed as Scott arranged himself across Warren's lap and leaned against the arm of the couch as he talked. Warren smirked at her.
****
"What the fuck was that all about?" Scott demanded.
"She wants you."
"You're jealous of a girl who won't even go to the movies?"
"Yes."
"That's fucked up, War."
Warren shrugged. He unbuttoned his shirt down the front and sides. Side-buttons were the only way to get dress shirts to accommodate his wings. "And you want her."
"It's just lust," Scott protested. "It'll fade."
"Lust is a sin."
Scott froze. "And what were you planning to do about it?" he challenged.
"Find a way to remind you that you are mine. I figure keeping you busy will do the trick."
"Busy how?" Scott's voice held suspicion. Warren smirked.
"Your nights are permanently booked, sweetheart. Even if you stay in your own room."
"Am I hearing that I should move in?"
"Yes."
Scott smiled. "Wow. A commitment from you? What a shock."
"And you can start by rearranging the closet and dresser to fit your stuff."
"You just want live-in help."
"Nah. You always clean up anyways. This way I just know where you are all night."
"And I thought you were just in like with me," Scott sighed.
Warren kissed him softly. "I love you, my sweet psycho."
"And I love you, even if you are a possessive sadist."
"Good. Now, if you aren't done by midnight you won't be sitting tomorrow."
"Define done?"
Warren smirked. Scott gaped at him.
"Oh fuck."
"Get to work, slut."
"And you think I'm the psycho?" Scott complained as he pulled open the dresser's drawers.
****
Scott curled up in Warren's bed and fell asleep not even caring about the welts on his back. The dresser and closet were both reorganized. Warren hadn't found any fault with his work, but Scott had known he was in for a beating just for flirting. That's why he'd done it.
****
Warren smiled down at Scott's sleeping form. He settled on his stomach and draped an arm over Scott's waist. He spread his wing out to cover his lover.
****
Jean smiled at Scott as they tended to the fertilizing of the roses. Scott had his shirt off. As he turned, she stared. There were belt-marks on his back. There were layers of scars there. She was torn. She reached out for Charles the way he'd taught her and he responded.
//What's wrong, Jean?//
//There are welts on Scott's back. I think Warren did it!//
//I was hoping they'd be more circumspect around you. It's okay, Jean. They have an agreement.//
//An agreement?//
//Scott likes the pain as long as it's done in an almost ritual manner. He and Warren have a set of rules they play by. If he's been beaten, he's earned the strikes by the rules they've set for each other.//
//So he hits Warren too?//
She felt Charles' patient smile. //No, my dear, he doesn't. Not when they're playing. Any other time Scott would fright back, but he's given Warren certain liberties. It works for them. Ask him, if you feel comfortable enough to do so. He may be able to explain it more fully.//
//I don't think I could do that without blushing.//
//That is your choice.//
****
Scott ran his hand through his hair. "But, Tutor, I already did that."
"Read it again. Aloud for me."
Scott sighed. He read the passage through silently, then read it to her. She nodded slowly. "You need more adjustments to your glasses."
"Why do you say that?"
"You're missing words, Scott. That's why you hate this book."
"It's just the lighting. I can read it just fine in sunlight. The florescents are the problem."
"Then we can work outside on this section. Just remind me."
"Yes, Tutor."
"Did you move in with Warren?"
"Yes. How can you tell?"
"You're wearing his aftershave."
Scott laughed at that.
****
"Warren, come with us, please?" Scott asked softly. "She needs to get out into the real world."
"Only if you stay here."
"But the movie was my idea. It'll be strange if I stay home."
Warren smirked. "One condition."
"What?" Scott's voice was cold, the way it got when he was suspicious.
"You wear a cock-ring."
Scott's jaw dropped.
"Well?" Warren prompted, enjoying this immensely.
"All evening?"
"Yes."
Scott sighed. He nodded.
"Don't move, sweetheart." Warren got the ring from the bedside table. He installed it quickly, then closed Scott's jeans for him. Scott un-tucked his tee-shirt. He scowled.
"You're going to torment me aren't you?"
"Of course."
****
Jean sighed. Scott's attention was flattering, charming, and perfectly safe. Warren was less physical in public. He also had to hide his wings and walked with a cane. She hated seeing him like that. Scott was taking care of one of those hundred little details she never thought of by asking the matre de if he'd please put them at one of the tall tables with stools so that he could "watch the game."
There was no question in her mind that he was doing it for Warren's comfort. Jealousy flared until she saw that Scott had also managed to get a table in the corner. She'd be able to have her back to the wall, Warren's wings would hang free, and Scott could watch people from behind his glasses. Hank and Bobby would be just as comfortable there as anywhere so long as they got onion rings and soda. Scott looked after everyone in the house.
Looking at him, smiling at Warren as they argued over appetizers and how long the food would take, made her heart leap. Her mother had told her once that "love is the condition where someone else's welfare is more important than your own." Now, she thought she understood what that meant. Scott loved his friends, no his family, but she was a sister to him, nothing more. Maybe if she'd come before Warren, but not now, and not for as long as Warren lived.
****
"I want you *now*," Scott growled into Warren's ear. "I'm so horny that I'd kill to have you."
"Tell me all of it. Tell me exactly what you'd do." Warren's voice was steel. He didn't look up from his mail though he could feel Scott's heat all along his back, between and against his wing.
"To whom?"
"Jean." Warren's smile felt predatory.
Scott nibbled at one of Warren's ears while he considered. "Slit her throat and let her bleed at your feet."
"Charles?"
"Bury him deep until he's gone completely mad, then let him suffocate."
"That's my psycho. I've been wondering. You've been such a gentleman since Jean arrived."
"If it'd get you to bed, I'd burn the Mansion down and spit on the ashes. Please, my angel, I need you more than those damned letters."
Warren repressed his shiver. His lover was seduction incarnate when he was desperate and begging. Scott's attention shifted to Warren's throat. The brushing of just beginning bristles against his skin was incredible. Scott had just started shaving a few months back. Warren wasn't sure that the feel of those bristles would ever stop making his cock stiffen. "Please," Scott begged softly. "Anything. Everything." His voice shivered against the hairs on the back of Warren's neck.
"Fine. Strip. Get on the bed. Oh, and Slim, your glasses too."
****
Scott bit his lover's throat gently, then kissed the spot. His cock was too hard and he was too ready to care about the consequences of a bite. Warren like the hint of danger. He liked the red-hot rage that Scott kept a tight grip on. He liked shows of temper that needed to be contained. Scott, well, he liked the security of knowing that Warren *would* help him contain his moods. It was stabilizing to know that he was controlled, that he was safe. His own personal guardian angel would hold him when he got lost in rage and hate. He smiled as he stripped and settled on the bed.
****
Warren almost came at the sight of his favorite psycho sitting demurely on the edge of the bed. This was the ultimate thrill. Scott was strong, angry, and dangerous. He was also completely Warrens, sweet, seventeen and perfect. He was wearing nothing but the silver ring on his thumb that Warren had given him. It was engraved to look like a feather. Scott never took it off and at night, he tended to press it to his lips. Warren stroked Scott's chin with the back of his hand. "Lay back. I want to watch you come while I'm in you."
****
"I thought you said that lust was a sin." Scott's voice was cold. Warren looked away from Jean's chest.
"Just aesthetic appreciation. I have what I want." He patted Scott's hip. Scott scowled.
"Pretty words, pretty bird, but the evidence is lacking."
Warren felt his anger surge. "Watch your mouth or you won't like the consequences."
"If you cheat on me, I'll kill your partner slowly, then castrate you." There was no heat in the words. Warren believed him.
"Kneel down."
Scott knew better than to disobey a direct order and it showed in his alacrity going to his knees. His face betrayed no fear, but his hands were restless.
"I will never cheat on you, but if you ever try to own my eyes again, I will punish you. And if you persist in flirting with jean, I will stripe your ass every night. You are mine, Scott, body and soul. I will not let her come between us. Understand?"
Scott nodded. "Yes." He seemed relieved. His smile was bright and cheerful, with some sly mirth. "Are you sure you don't want her to *come* between us?"
"I don't share."
"Just a thought."
"Bury it." Warren turned back to his perusal of Jean as she found solace I the garden. Scott folded his arms onto Warren's thigh and laid his head atop them. Warren curled a wing around him. It was mostly for comfort, but it also would conveniently block Scott's view of the garden. He buried his fingers in the mahogany locks and smiled.
****
"I've warned you about flirting." Scott continued to sort the clean laundry into its proper places. "But what did I find you doing in the den?"
"Flirting," Scott answered. "She needs to feel normal. It was just flirting."
"You want her."
Scott didn't deny it.
"Confess your sin and take your punishment."
Scott's hands froze. He looked over his shoulder. His hands dropped. He turned and slid his hands into his back pockets as he considered his worlds. "I lust after a woman who is not mine, though I'm already in a relationship with another."
"Adultery and lust."
"Yes."
"In one hour, meet me downstairs."
Scott nodded. "Should I bring anything, sir?"
"No. If you're late, you'll get a spanking first. In the hall so that Hank can hear it."
Scott's cheeks heated. "Yes, sir." Scott finished putting away the laundry. IT was best for him to control where the clothes were because he tended to *not* wear his glasses after he showered. He needed things to be in order. He made it down to their store-room just in time. Warren frowned.
"Damn. I thought you'd be late."
Scott smiled as sweetly as he could. Warren shook his head.
"On your knees. Cross your wrists behind your back."
Scott stayed still as soft cotton rope secured his wrists. Warren was always careful, but firm as he tied knots. There was no give when Scott pulled against the rope. The ends went around his waist, securing his hands to his back.
"Close your eyes. Nod when they're closed."
Scott's heart fluttered. He closed his eyes and nodded. The heavy glasses lifted free of his face. Surgical tape kept his lids shut. He could keep his eyes closed no matter what, but Warren always enforced blindness in this room. Soft cotton pads and leather pressed against his eyes. He tested the ropes idly, but he knew he was well-caught. Warren kissed him. It was soft and hot. Scott leaned into it. He felt Warren open his jeans and free his growing erection. The cock-ring made him moan in soft denial.
"Yes, my sweet psycho. Yes." Warren's fingers were gentle as he tipped Scott's chin up for another kiss.
****
Warren laughed as his lover arched into his hands. "Please, don't torture me like this. You'll drive me insane!" Warren kissed him again.
"This is only the beginning."
"Oh God."
"Lust is your sin and your torture in one. You are mind Scott."
"And I lust after you. There's no one else. I swear."
"Not even Jean?"
"Not even Jean."
"Still you flirt with her. Do you deny that as well?"
"No, sir." Scott opened his mouth, then closed it. He bent his head in silent submission.
"You know I don't allow lies. Here's a new rule. If you find someone attractive, you must tell me as soon as possible."
"Yes, sir." Scott's voice was soft. His arms tensed against the simple tie that held his wrists.
"Don't move." Warren watched for a long moment, still surprised by Scott's compliance. It made him feel unbearably smug to see Scott on his knees. He felt the smirk on his face and was glad that Scott couldn't see it. The younger man could already play him like a virtuoso. There was no reason to give him any more ammunition. He traced Scott's cheek with the tip of his wing. Scott shivered. The restrained cock was already stiff. It was time to add fuel to the fire. "Up." Scott rose gracefully. He had a lot of practice at it.
****
Warren had Scott bent over a table, jeans around his ankles, before Scott could adjust to being on his feet. He gasped as the table stole his breath. Warren patted his back in absent apology. Then, he was being prepped. His heart leapt. If Warren were using him this early, he'd probably get to come soon. The thing probing his ass wasn't Warren's cock. It was hard, but not shaped like a cock - so it wasn't a dildo. He squirmed and whimpered. "That's ten right there," Warren stated. "Relax and accept."
"What is it?"
"Trust me."
"Yes, sir." God it was wide. Warren worked it in and out, in and out, until Scott thought he'd be split in two from its width. Suddenly, it was completely inside his body. It pressed against his prostate and filled him to bursting. He was distracted by ten smacks to his ass. It didn't feel like Warren's hand or a strap. That meant it was a paddle.
Warren pulled him up roughly. He reclosed Scott's jeans. He slid a chain through the belt loops and clicked the lock shut. He freed Scott's hands. He took him to the corner and sat him on the straight back chair that lived there. Scott sat with his hands in his lap. His fingers played with the heavy padlock and traced his cock through the denim. Xavier had indulged them by giving them this space to do with as they wished. Scott had done most of the grunt work, but Warren had designed the specifics. The most effective punishment, though, was just sitting here, cut off from the world. Warren could leave him for fifteen minutes, or five hours, depending on his moods. Scott shifted. The presence in his ass wasn't painful, but he was increasingly aware of it. He wrapped his arms around his stomach as his mind developed all manner of possible punishments Warren might inflict.
****
Warren laid the blankets he kept down here over the table to pad it. Scott would be bruised and exhausted by morning, but not from the table. He fastened the leather cuffs to the table legs with adjustable straps. One firm pull would remove the slack - a treacherous loss of freedom that would creep up inch by inch if Warren played it right. "Take off your flannel, sneakers, and socks." Scott complied immediately, then settled back on his chair. His tee-shirt was tight - showing developing muscle.
Warren guided him to the table, letting Scott's arm rest against his own in an ingrained response. This was how he'd learned to guide Scott before Hank had discovered the quartz would contain his blasts. Small kindnesses in this setting though, they seemed to worry Scott more than unfounded punishments, so Warren tried to stay aware of them and use them sparingly. But Warren wanted him worried tonight. He patted the table. Scott hopped up onto it. The sharp gasp told Warren that the plug had just shifted. Scott's knuckles were white as they gripped the table.
"Oh, God," he breathed.
"Not exactly," Warren teased. "Move to the center and lay down."
Scott moved more carefully. He was chewing his lip. He settled carefully. He shivered. Warren buckled the cuffs onto Scott's wrists and ankles. There was very little restriction and Scott pulled experimentally at his bonds. Warren kissed his temple. Scott reached for him. Warren laughed. He tightened the straps a few inches. He locked the cuffs closed with four sharp clicks. He cupped his boy's cock through the fabric.
****
Scott arched into Warren's touch. He would not beg, he told himself firmly. He would not. He wanted to. Oh, God, the thing inside of him and the cock-ring were going to drive him insane. The pull o his wrists startled him. He whined at the increasing restriction, even though he'd half-expected it. Warren left just a little slack and Scott tugged to see if he could loosen them more. Then Warren was straddling his hips, hands stroking him. Scott had never imagined his arousal would be Warren's only punishment. The thing in his ass started to move and Scott shook his head in useless denial.
****
Warren laughed. "Don't you just love technology?"
"Bastard," Scott snarled as he pulled at the cuffs that held him gently, but firmly in place.
"Keep it up and I'll gag you."
"Fuck. Please, sir. Please, let me come. Master, please."
"No."
"Master. . ."
Warren pressed a finger to Scott's lips and he quieted. He still squirmed as the plug continued to vibrate. His hands clenched and un-clenched. Scott resisted the ring gag. "Slim." The one word opened the clenched jaw. The ring was so large that Warren didn't really need to fasten the strap once it'd been wedged into place. He kissed him, thrusting his tongue into the open mouth as he pressed a bouncy-ball into Scott's hand. "You are mine, Slim. Your arousal. Your mouth. Your body. No one will ever take you from me," he stated. He turned off the plug and Scott panted in breaths. Warren whispered into his ear. "I’m going to use you all night, Slim. If you're lucky, you might get to come tomorrow." Warren laughed at the groan that answered his statement.
FINIS
Sin Index
XM Bedroom