Purify Me, Part 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie(s) that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Title: Purity Me, part 2
Fandom: Sky High
Rating: NC-17 for violence, rape situations, and hardcore M/M sex. If not of age, or such things don't crank your knob, please read something else.
Pairing: Warren/Will
Summary: Will's first solo mission goes horrible wrong. Can Warren help him come to terms with it before disaster strikes? [Drama, angst, hurt/comfort]
Author’s Note: This story was originally published on adultfanfiction.net, in response to a challenge therein.
This is in response to Rosemary’s challenge, which I shall reproduce here:
[The plot is Will during his first official solo mission, gets attack by some super villain (make one up or one from the movie, your choice), during the time Will is kidnap tortured and raped (graphic or non, your choice). The kidnappers let him go/or he escapes, which ever he goes home and tries to hide what happened. But slowly he’s withdrawing from the world all his friends and his parents are worried about him. Anyway, finally Warren gets the story out of him, blah, blah …you can figure out the rest. (^. ^)
Rules:
(1) Has to slash, no hetero please
(2) Will has to be bottom/uke
(3) Will’s parents can’t be totally clueless idiots]
This story is tangentially related to the story War and Peace In Mind that I’m writing on FanFiction.net (and am putting on my Live Journal, slowly but surely), though it is unrelated to Heat, which I’m writing on AFF.net (and will be putting on my LJ as well... eventually). Things you need to know that I don’t otherwise explain in the story are basically when Warren powers up when he’s mad, he creates regular fire and burns stuff. When he powers up when he’s trying to help, he can heal people. Other than that everything else is explained therein. I tapped a bit of my dark side for this, you’re been warned.
I would adore any reviews that let me know what you think about, what you liked, didn't like, or what could make it better.
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Part 2
The Strongholds flew back to Maxville in a very disturbed frame of mind, but no less determined to help their son. Josie got on the phone to Joy and Warren the minute they reached the Sanctum, her tears and hysteria long-since dried up on the flight back. She didn’t want to tell them the details; it was really up to Will what he wanted to say, and she had no right to spill something so private, not even to his best friend. But the concern in her tone was more than enough to alarm both of them, and the description of Will’s odd behavior prompted Joy to say that they would be right over.
Warren could hardly believe when his mom told him what was going on. He had been gone most of the week on a mission against the Brotherhood of Frost, and had been looking forward to celebrating Will’s first solo mission together with him when he got home. But to hear Will had been missing for two days and hadn’t left his room in nearly three… And by the odd hints his mom was throwing out, she had picked up the situation was a lot worse.
At the Stronghold house, the whole place had an air of gloom. Both Mr. and Mrs. Stronghold looked worn, showing their age in a way that shocked Warren. Whatever had happened to Will, they already knew about it, and it had completely floored them. The minute his mom had crossed the threshold, he had seen the faint crease on her forehead that meant she was picking up something very strong, emotion-wise.
“I’ll do what I can, but if Will’s cutting himself off, there’s only so much I can do through resistance. There may be something or someone that can help break him out of his shell, but it might not be me. What I think I can do, though, is to at least get him out of his room and eating again. But if he doesn’t start talking about this to someone… Well I can’t say for sure what will happen, but it’s not going to be good. Josie, get some soup ready in about fifteen minutes or so. And stay downstairs. If I manage to get him down here, do not talk to him unless I say it’s ok,” the Peacemaker warned. The Strongholds looked at each other with trepidation, but finally nodded in agreement.
Warren waited downstairs with the Strongholds as his mother went up to try to pry Will out of the worst of his shell. He wasn’t sure if Will’s parents were even breathing as they watched the stairs, jumping at every little sound. They both finally went into the kitchen when Warren nudged them to prepare Will some food, so Warren was the only one there when Will finally walked down the steps, the Peacemaker trailing behind.
Warren was shocked by Will’s appearance, and almost said something, but was hushed by his mom before he could get a word out. Will looked almost shrunken, folded in on himself. He was pale, with dark circles under his eyes, draped in pajamas that looked a size too big for him, his blanket wrapped around his shoulders and head. He stared straight ahead; not looking at anything in particular, and finally stumbled down the steps and into the kitchen. Warren heard a quickly choked-off gasp from Will’s mom, and snuck a little closer to see what was going on.
Will took the bowl of soup from the table and gulped it down in a few swallows. Then he resumed his staring at the table. Joy Peace quickly gestured Warren off to the side for a quick conference.
“Honey, I don’t know exactly what happened to Will, but I think you’ll be able to help him. He’s hurting inside in more ways than one, but somehow everything is tangled up with you. I think he’ll listen to you, and maybe he’ll be willing to talk. It doesn’t matter if his parents know what really happened to him if Will can’t acknowledge it to himself. If he doesn’t talk about it soon…” she trailed off and Warren put a hand on her shoulder.
“He’s my best friend. I’ll do whatever I can, you know that,” he whispered, and she gave him a sad smile.
“I’m going to try to get Will outside. You go out there and sit where he can see you. I think he needs some kind of open space around him when he talks,” she murmured.
Warren waited outside on one of the benches next to the fishpond. He had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach that whatever he said out here was either going to heal Will completely, or shatter him for life. What on earth could have driven Will, happy-go-lucky Will, to become a complete recluse in two days? Only a few things came to mind, all of them quite terrible enough that he wouldn’t have inflicted them on his worst enemies.
He was thinking so hard, he nearly missed Will’s exit from the house, and jumped a bit when Will sat down on the opposite side of the bench. He was still wrapped in his blanket, slouched over as if trying to hide within it. He didn’t even look at Warren, just continued that blank stare straight ahead.
“It’s like eighty degrees out here,” Warren commented, looking at Will sideways.
“I’m still cold. You’re wearing your jacket,” Will whispered with the faintest hint of humor. Warren smiled back at him, and he watched Will’s expression do the oddest little jig, as if trying to be startled, embarrassed, angry, and deliriously happy all at the same time.
“If you’re still cold under all that, then I think you need professional help,” Warren said, deciding to play it very casually. “Why’re you cold? Are you sick?”
Will stiffened up a bit, and then forcibly seemed to relax himself.
“No, I’m not sick, I’m pretty sure,” he said softly.
“Good, how would that look, go on your first mission and catch a cold? Lame,” Warren said with a quiet smile.
“Yeah… lame,” Will murmured. Warren watched as Will moved a bare two inches closer to him on the bench. Very, very slowly, Warren stretched out his hand; letting Will see him the entire way. It was like trying to get a wary cat to accept a petting, you had to let them see every movement, and let them know there was nothing to fear. Will started to shiver faintly, as if both flinching and trying to stop himself from doing the same. Slower and slower, Warren carefully let his hand settle softly on Will’s forearm.
Then everything came apart. A feeling of wrongness clamped in around Warren, the wrongness that told him when someone was physically hurt, when he needed to use his healing power. The ember-red fire sprang up involuntarily on his hands, and Will tried to jerk away again. Only tried, because Warren clamped down on Will’s wrist in a reflexive (though usually futile) attempt to keep him there. When Warren increased his grip, Will gasped in pain and sagged in his seat.
Astonished that anything he could have done could have hurt Will, Warren shoved back the sleeve of Will’s shirt, revealing the bandaged wrist. Frantically Warren ripped the bandage free, revealing the raw, red marks from the shackles. His mouth hanging open, and his healing senses spurring him on, he shoved back the suddenly-compliant Will’s other sleeve, then both pant legs, finally revealing the extent of the binding marks.
Will stared at him, his eyes bright with tears, his face flushed with shame.
“My God Stronghold, what did he do to you?” Warren asked finally. Will burst into tears, relief suffusing his face when he flung himself into Warren’s arms, and Warren held him close instead of shoving him away, as he was sure Will was expecting him to do. He hadn’t seen anyone in a breakdown like this… ever. Sobs wracked Will’s body and tears streamed down his face. He clutched at Warren desperately even as Warren folded his arms around him, sheltering him from the storm of his own emotions.
He didn’t know how long it took for Will to cry himself out, but the sun was starting to set by the time Will finally relaxed a little. Even then he wouldn’t pull himself away from Warren, but instead just seemed to sag tiredly into his arms, displaying an innocent trust that shook Warren to the core. Will’s parents couldn’t get him to cry, his girlfriend couldn’t get him to say anything, even his own mother, an expert in all kinds of emotional trauma, couldn’t bring him to any kind of release. Why was Will so trusting with him?
“Will… what happened? He tied you down? How did he do that?” Warren asked, ducking his head a bit to look Will in the eyes. Will simply tipped his head back from his position on Warren’s chest, and Warren had to take a hard swallow. Will looked so vulnerable, so open, his eyes huge and dark in the fading sunlight. Warren had a very powerful urge to kiss away the remains of his tears, and he felt his body begin to heat up at the thought.
Warren liked Will; he liked him a lot. They had been best friends for the past three years, ever since Homecoming Will’s freshman year. But Will had Layla, and Warren… Well he had his few friends with benefits. The curse of being a pyrokinetic with powers linked to his emotions meant that whenever things got intense, he flamed up. So everyone he had ever had sex with had to be fireproof. Melissa Frost had been the first person to point that out, that first Homecoming he had attended. She couldn’t have sex without freezing someone; he couldn’t without burning. Together, the two of them could scratch their mutual itches without hurting anyone.
Unfortunately, they both knew there wasn’t much more in a relationship for them than sex. They really didn’t have any common interests besides that, and had finally agreed to keep things on the oddly distant/intimate level they had achieved. But once that particular tiger had been unleashed, there hadn’t been any stopping it. Warren had wanted more, and he tried to find ways to fill his needs. He found a few more pyrokinetics and cryokinetics in the same boat as him; the only problem was that several of them were guys.
Maybe he had been sex-crazed; losing his virginity at sixteen had triggered a back-flood of repressed sexual longings, but he hadn’t been averse to experimenting. He was glad he had, finding pleasure with all of his partners, though all of them had kept things extremely discrete. Pyrokinetics and cryokinetics probably weren’t the only ones in the superhero community with intimacy issues, but it just wasn’t something people talked about. Warren certainly hadn’t, nor had he ever mentioned to Will that he might consider his best friend in that particular context. Will obviously had no idea the affect his vulnerability was having on him.
This is sick, Peace. You can read between the lines and you know damn well what he just went through. Stop thinking with your pants and get your head back in the game. He feels safe with you, and if you can get him to talk about what happened, then do it. Just don’t do anything stupid, like kiss him right now, his brain yammered at him. Warren took in a deep, slow breath, carefully getting himself back under control, as Will hesitantly began to talk.
“He, Mastermind, he-,” Will began, and then took a shuddering breath. “Power-neutralizer shackles. He used a stun-ray on me, got me into a… room. There was a… frame. He strapped me to it with the shackles.”
“That’s how you got hurt,” Warren said quietly. With Will’s powers suppressed, he was as fragile as a normal person, and took wounds just as easily. “Will you let me…?” Warren trailed off, and let one hand begin to glow with his healing ember-flames.
“Wait,” Will whispered, “I’m not done yet.” Warren froze, not daring barely to breathe.
“He made me remember things… he was digging through my head. Sex stuff, mostly. Wanted to humiliate me. He did,” Will said, his hands fitfully kneading Warren’s shirt as he spoke. Will’s hands were also unintentionally caressing Warren’s nipples, and Warren was a little hard-pressed to keep his objectivity.
You are a sick, sick, sick man Warren Peace. He’s spilling his heart to you about the most horrible experience you can imagine and all you can thing about is how much nicer this would feel if your shirt was off! You’re a pervert, his conscience snapped at him. Warren mentally gritted his teeth and resolutely concentrated on what Will was saying. Keeping anger in his mind against Mastermind helped, because imaging drawing and quartering the supervillain over a slow fire was the only way he was going to keep from powering up in anger and burning the Stronghold’s bench.
“Made me remember Layla, called me a ‘good boy’ and laughed at me ‘cause I haven’t had sex with her yet,” Will was saying. Will’s a virgin? The hell? Warren thought idly.
“Said he didn’t see a reaction from me,” Will paused and swallowed hard, and took several long breaths in and out. “Then… he… made me remember you. That time… last Fourth of July; you pushed me under in the hot tub. I came, because you were so beautiful.”
He… what?! Warren’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt. He came because I touched him? He thinks I’m beautiful? Will kept plunging on though, words tumbling out of him in an unending stream, no longer looking at Warren, his eyes squeezed tightly shut.
“He had some cyborg zombie, Zom-Bot, said he would touch me. God, he pushed into me, over and over and over and he wouldn’t stop! Mastermind was watching me, watching me scream, and it hurt so much... I cried and I puked and I begged him, begged him to stop and he wouldn’t and then I finally passed out. And when I woke up the shackles were off, and I broke them.
“I went and broke out of the room, and they were coming back and I flew at Mastermind and I killed him, cracked his head like an egg, destroyed Zom-Bot and then got out of there and came home. And I can’t sleep because every time I try I keep seeing them, and feeling them. I smell that God-awful stench. And I’m freezing all the time and I feel dirty and I don’t know what Layla is going to say when I tell her that I love her but I really just want you,” Will finally ran out of words, or breath, and was quiet for several minutes, giving Warren the time he needed to try to process all of this.
It’s a damn good thing Mastermind is already dead, had been Warren’s first thought. His second had consisted mostly of a combination of profound disbelief mixed with intense, sexual joy. His third was that now was the worst possible time for him to make any kind of overture towards Will until he had had a chance to think this through on his own.
“Warren, why did you pick Phoenix for your superhero name?” Will asked after a second. Warren was startled at the non sequitur, but answered anyway.
“Rising from the ashes, something good coming out of something bad. I thought it was appropriate, given who my dad is,” Warren explained.
“Fire is used to burn the bad things out, isn’t it? To take out impurities?” Will asked. Warren wasn’t quite sure where Will was going with this, but nodded anyway. Will turned a bit to face him, looking at him frankly in the eyes.
“Purify me,” he whispered. “Heal me. Please.”
“God Stronghold, you don’t ever have to ask me,” Warren said. “Look, I… shouldn’t do this out in the open. Where do you want to go?” Warren was very reluctant to use his healing power in public, as it was something he liked to keep out of the media. Will looked around quickly and pointed to his dad’s workshop. More than just a place for Mr. Stronghold to work, it also had a couple couches and a TV for big game days, and a kitchenette and bathroom for guests, if the Strongholds ever had so many they couldn’t fit them in the house. And it gave the men of the family their own little “boy’s clubhouse.”
“That’ll work. Come on,” Warren said, and stood, keeping one arm around Will’s shoulders. As he walked him to the workshop, Warren looked over Will’s back to the house. He could see the faint silhouettes of the Strongholds and his mom in the fading light through the dining room windows, and gave them a faint nod, confirming what had happened to Will. The Strongholds turned to comfort each other while Joy Peace stepped forward to help them how she could.
Will flipped on the lights in the workshop and let Warren steer him onto the nearest couch. He was still shaking a little as he finally let the blanket drop from his shoulders. Warren sat down next to him and called up the healing ember flames, holding out his hands and letting Will put his own wrists in his palms. In his mind’s eye, Warren could see the faint shadows across the fire of Will’s life, the shadows that told him he was hurt.
As the raw flesh on his wrists slowly healed over, Warren leaned over and did the same to the bands on his ankles. Sitting up again, he nearly choked when Will tugged off his shirt. One, because of the horrible bands of bruising across his chest, and two, because he’d be willing to be half-naked in front of anyone right now. But he did say he wanted you, didn’t he? his brain pointed out. He can’t know what he wants right now. He could just want to feel good after all that’s been done to him. He could want to take a little back for what just happened to him.
Will hadn’t been the first rape victim Warren had ever seen. His mom worked in a crisis center as her cover job, and Warren had joined her there as a volunteer more than once. Sometimes they acted like Will had, withdrawing from all contact. A few reached out for sex from any friendly party just so they could try to feel something good for once. And some tried to take revenge, either in the simple way of a gun, or, in a few extreme cases, trying to rape their rapist, or failing, that anyone they could overpower.
If Will decided to plunge off either of those deep ends, better that it be with Warren than someone else. Warren was indestructible as well as pyrokinetic; Will couldn’t hurt him. In a very private part of his mind, Warren thought he might actually enjoy it if Will decided to jump him, though it definitely wouldn’t be his first choice. Not to mention what would happen to Will’s fragile mind once he came back to his senses.
“What happened there?” Warren asked, looking at the bruising, his hands gently settling on Will’s ribs as the ember fire began its work.
“A bar on the frame. There was one there, and one under my hips…” Will said softly.
“You’re stronger than them. You know that,” Warren said firmly, his eyes closed in concentration as the shadows of the bruising began to fade in his mind’s eye. He heard a faint gasp and felt Will move under his hands. His eyes flew open in astonishment. Will had turned his body so Warren’s hot fingertips were now brushing his naked nipples, Will’s expression one of intense pleasure. Warren was so completely surprised that he jerked his hands back as if burned.
Will’s eyes opened wide, filling with tears, his face crumpling into an expression of utter devastation.
“Oh no you don’t,” Warren said, grabbing Will up in a hug before he could fly away. Warren cursed himself for his reflexive action, realizing that any kind of rejection was going to send Will down a spiral of feeling utterly worthless.
“You don’t… God, I’m sorry,” Will sobbed into Warren’s leather-covered shoulder. “I didn’t mean… If we can just be friends, I won’t ever do that again, I swear, I just…”
“Wait… Wait Stronghold,” Warren said, pulling back a bit to look him in the face. “You think I don’t want you?” Will nodded miserably.
“If I had had any idea… You’ve been with Layla for the past three years, I thought you were happy with her,” Warren said softly, one ember-flamed hand sliding down to Will’s hip, beginning the healing of the remaining bruising and raw flesh from Will’s ordeal. Mentally, he suddenly realized why Mastermind had to turn off the power-neutralizer shackles. If he hadn’t, Will would have bled to death from the internal injuries Zom-Bot had inflicted on him. Only his super-strength had stabilized him, saving him from dying in the depths of Mastermind’s lair. Will shuddered and finally relaxed as the last of the pain left his body.
“I thought I was too. But I’ve been thinking over the last few days. That’s what I’ve been doing, just thinking. And I’ve never even thought about… ya know, doing anything with her. Not ever. I realized… Every single time I’ve cum, I’ve been thinking about you,” he whispered.
That’s really, really hot, Warren thought, his body temperature rising and blood starting to rush to his groin. Calm, be cool Peace. He’s sincere about this, that’s for sure, but he doesn’t know everything about you yet. He needs to make a decision knowing all the facts.
“Will, I’m not a virgin. I’ve had a lot of partners,” Warren began. Will looked surprised, not disgusted though, so that was a good sign.
“But I’ve never seen you with anyone,” he said, confused.
“That’s the point. They weren’t exactly my girlfriends or boyfriends; we were all just sex partners. They were other pyrokinetics and cryokinetics, people that couldn’t have sex with just anyone because they’d kill them by accident. We just all kept things really discrete,” Warren explained, and then took a deep breath. “But I’ve never had any of them say that they wanted me before.”
Will’s expression took an upswing, but Warren wasn’t finished yet.
“I just didn’t realize that after all you’ve been through that you could even think about having sex right now. I don’t want you to do this just because you need to feel good. Think about what you want, don’t just feel it,” Warren said carefully. Will looked at him, his face flushed and his eyes bright. Then he lunged in for a kiss. There was no other way to describe it, Will damn near tackled him back on the couch and pressed his lips hard into him. Warren made a surprised sound and struggled to get free. Will only stopped when he had to pull back for air, and Warren made the most of the opportunity, gritting his teeth, as he knew this was going to hurt Will.
“Stronghold! You don’t have to force me,” he snapped. The words were like a bucket of cold water thrown in Will’s face, and Warren found himself quickly released. Before Will could retreat again, Warren captured his hand and his eyes, trying to put something of what he was feeling into his own expression.
“I’m sorry,” Will whispered, flushed with shame now instead of desire.
“Look, don’t think I’m not interested,” Warren corrected. “You’re my best friend and I love you, you idiot! If you hadn’t been so involved with Layla, I would have tried to make a move years ago. I just don’t think we need to go so fast.”
Will’s expression whipped back to deliriously happy, and Warren idly wondered if it was possible to get whiplash of the face.
“How do you want to go?” he asked.
“It’s your first time, right?” Warren asked gently, and Will nodded, blushing again. “Then I think we need to go real slow.”
“I love you,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I jumped at you, I just couldn’t… I didn’t want to let you walk away. I’ve been thinking about this for days and…”
“Shh… I get it,” Warren said, running his hands through Will’s hair and down his neck.
“And… I think… If it hadn’t been them, if it had been you down there… I think I might have liked it,” Will added in a rush, flushing a painful shade of crimson. Warren pulled back just a little so he could look Will in the face when he said that. Then he gave a wicked smile and leaned in carefully, giving Will a deep and expert kiss that left him gasping. Warren grinned as he let his hands flow all over Will’s naked torso, tracing down his spine, defining the curves of his muscles, and flicking over his nipples. Since all Warren had had before today was simple sex with his partners, he had learned to be very, very good at it, because that was all he had.
“I’m going to make you feel so good…” he rumbled in his chest as his hands slipped down to Will’s pants and underwear, sliding them off and dropping them on the floor. Will’s chest had started heaving a bit as Warren’s hands caressed and pinched his nipples, drawing faint cries out of him. Warren shifted himself a little further down, his hands trailing behind him, gently pushing Will down on the couch.
“Damn Will, you’re like iron down here,” Warren murmured in appreciation as he came level with Will’s cock. The boy was gifted in that department, that was for sure, silky smooth skin covering an impressive shaft of near-metallic hardness. Warren gently caressed the head; his hot hands and touch causing Will to moan. Abandoning all pretenses, his own lust rising at the sight of Will’s firm body, Warren leaned down to trace his tongue where his fingers had just been, then engulf the shaft further, sucking it hard down his hot throat.
His boyfriends had always loved it when Warren went down on them, even when he was just learning, the heat from his body making up for any lack of skill. But judging from the head-thrashing Will was doing, Warren’s skill was more than enough.
“Warren! God, please, more…” he moaned, his hands knotted into fists at his side. Warren smiled inside and began to move his head and hands together, his tongue caressing the underside of Will’s cock. Will’s comments degenerated into incoherent moaning, and when he spasmed and let out a high keening wail, Warren was ready for him. His throat worked as he swallowed, and Warren spared a glance upward as he gently let go of Will.
Will’s whole body was shaking with the aftermath of his orgasm, his body flushed and his eyes bright. Warren smiled broadly at him, shifting up to lay alongside him, one hand propping up his head, the other draped over Will’s hip. Warren’s own lust was rising hard within him, but he wanted to make this as good for Will as he could, and kept control. It took Will a few minutes to get his powers of speech back, time in which Warren spent gently tickling down Will’s hip, slowly bringing that magnificent cock back to life.
“Warren… wow,” Will said finally.
“Up for round two?” Warren asked mischievously, and Will nodded vigorously.
“I want to touch you,” Will whispered, and Warren realized that while Will was quite entirely naked, Warren still had all his clothes on. Laughing at the realization, he let Will pull his jacket, then shirt off, closing his eyes in appreciation as Will tentatively ran his hands over Warren’s bulging muscles.
“You’re so beautiful…” he said softly, and Warren opened his eyes again, warmed in more ways than one at the expression on Will’s face. None of his other partners had looked at him this way; none of them had loved him for him, rather than his powers, his body, or his skill. The expression on Will’s face was more satisfying, in some odd way, than the most spine-tingling sex in the world. Warren leaned in to kiss Will again, prolonging it, his tongue caressing Will’s mouth, his lips almost devouring Will’s, leaving Will trembling.
Will’s hands tugged fitfully at Warren’s jeans, and Warren quickly leaned down and unbuckled his boots, kicking them off, his jeans and boxers following swiftly. Warren got Will in a full-body hug, their groins pressing together hard, both of them gasping a little at the sensation. Warren felt his body heating up again and let it. The hotter he got, the better Will seemed to like it, until Will was practically boneless with relaxation in Warren’s arms.
The naked trust at that was amazing to Warren, and he lavished kisses on Will as his hands trailed down Will’s shoulders and back. Warren hesitated a second before going lower, but Will thrust his pelvis into him with near-bruising strength.
“Please, I want it,” he whispered in Warren’s ear.
“I guess,” Warren murmured, chuckling. Leaning over, he fished into his jacket pocket for a small tube of lube he kept on hand for emergencies. Will flushed crimson when Warren brought that out, and Warren gave him a crooked smile that sent Will laughing at the absurdity of the situation. Warren gently tried to turn Will over, but Will suddenly braced himself and resisted, a flash of blind panic washing over his face.
“Wait, wait…” he said, panting a bit and getting himself back under control as Warren stopped.
“Not that way?” Warren asked softly.
“No… I… I want to see your face,” Will said, the panic fading as Warren eased him around the other way.
“It’s ok, I can’t do anything to you you don’t want me to. You’re stronger than me,” Warren said, leaning in for another kiss. It took another few minutes to get Will calmed down again, but Warren didn’t mind. He wanted all the fears to leave Will’s mind before he went any farther. Slowly he moved down the couch, raising and separating Will’s legs, draping them over his shoulders so he could have easy access. Taking the tube, he greased up a few fingers and slowly began to run his other hand under Will’s back, stroking down to his ass.
Will began to relax again, Warren’s warm touch working its own magic, as he slipped his other hand in. Will tensed a little, then relaxed and began to moan when Warren massaged around his back passage, then slipped a finger inside. Will’s breath hitched and gasped as Warren slowly slid his finger around, adding another, and then a third. Warren was enjoying this at least as much as Will, reveling in the fact that Will’s super-strength was keeping him from the kind of discomfort that he usually had to deal with with his other partners. Also not to mention Will was tight, and Warren could hardly wait to plunge into him. Heat began to gather along his hands and fingers, and Will let out a small moan at the increase in temperature.
He waited though, working his fingers in thoroughly, going further and further in, until he finally found the spot he was looking for and stroked very carefully. Will screamed and arced his back, his legs tightening around Warren’s body, his cock suddenly leaping to attention. He clamped hard on Warren’s fingers, and Warren nearly went cross-eyed when he imagined that around his own cock. Which was painfully hard at this point, and not taking his delayed gratification very easily.
“Warren, what…?” Will gasped out, relaxing a bit as he came down.
“You want more?” Warren asked, lowering Will’s body so his own hard cock made contact with Will’s firm ass.
“God… yes,” he managed, and Warren slowly pushed in. Will’s breath came in tiny gasps as he felt Warren’s cock entering him, inch by slow, careful inch. This was nothing like what Mastermind had done to him, nothing at all. The sensations couldn’t have been more different if he had tried, ginger instead of decay, heat instead cold, and pleasure instead of pain.
Warren closed his eyes as Will’s body closed in around him, unbelievably tight and close, gripping him hard, almost possessively. Faint, almost ghostly flames were flickering along his hands now, but invulnerable Will only kept pressing into his touch.
“God Will, you feel great,” he murmured, one hand reaching out to slide across Will’s stomach.
“Please… move. Want you,” Will gasped out, and Warren, nothing loath, slid out slowly and eased in again, hitting well again, as Will screamed out his appreciation. Control slowly slipped away as he began to pick up speed, spurred on by Will’s voice.
“Please, more, love you Warren, harder, Warren, take me!” Will screamed. The last of Warren’s control evaporated at those last two words, and he grabbed onto Will’s hips and slammed into him over and over with all the strength he possessed, which was not nearly enough to hurt Will in any way, but easily enough to wring new cries out pleasure out of him. Fire burst furiously from Warren’s hands and arms, enveloping them both in a blanket of warmth as intense as their passion.
Warren shouted his climax as Will’s body clamped down around him, Will’s own cock pulsing out his seed all over their stomachs. Warren waited, Will’s powerful muscles drawing out his orgasm, as he put his fiery hand on Will’s cock to help finish him off. Will moaned a bit, a few more pulses shooting out before finally collapsing, Warren following with him, his flames finally dying. After several long minutes, Warren finally was able to lift his head and slowly pulled out of Will. Will whimpered at the loss, and Warren entwined his hand with Will’s.
“Come on, we need a shower,” he said, pulling Will to his feet and into the bathroom. Smiling at the slightly slack, contented expression on Will’s face, he turned up the water as hot as he dared and pulled them both into it. Together the two soaped each other off, Will nearly losing his balance a few times when Warren turned a simple scrubbing into a rather expert groping.
“Feeling better?” he murmured into Will’s ear some time later, pressed up behind his new lover as the hot water poured down on both of them.
“Yeah… I feel warm again,” Will said, pushing back into Warren’s body.
“I noticed,” Warren said with a smirk, wrapping one hand around Will’s waist. “How are you doing?” There were several minutes of warm, humid silence as Will thought over his answer.
“I’m doing ok. I don’t think I’ll have nightmares as much…”
“I’ll be there to chase them away,” Warren murmured, and Will smiled.
“I have to tell my parents… and I have to tell Layla something,” Will continued, sobering again.
“Your parents already know, Stronghold,” Warren told him. “It was just important that you were able to say anything about it.”
“They… do? And…” Will’s voice was full of questions he couldn’t ask.
“They called my mom and me, because they love you and knew we could help,” Warren explained.
“They weren’t expecting this,” Will said softly, snaking a hand around to clutch rather possessively at Warren’s ass.
“Nice…” Warren murmured appreciatively for a second. “No they weren’t. But they’ll be fine with it. Mom already knows what’s going on.”
“What?! She does?” Will almost squawked, whirling around to face Warren and nearly losing his balance.
“My mom’s an empath, she probably was picking up most of what was going on in here. She’ll smooth the way for your parents,” Warren promised, and watched Will’s face redden with embarrassment.
“I had no idea…” he said, hanging his head. Warren lifted Will’s chin and kissed him softly.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Mom isn’t afraid of love, and she knows that what went on in here was just between you and me, because we both wanted it. Besides, she’s been trying to get me together with a nice somebody for years. And you’re very, very nice,” Warren rumbled, hugging Will close and dropping a kiss on his forehead.
“Nice? I’m… nice? That’s it?” Will asked, looking a little indignant. Warren raised an eyebrow.
“That and a few other adjectives, but I’m going to have to show you rather than tell you,” Warren explained.
“Please,” Will said, and soon found himself folded in the arms of his lover and savior.
Title: Purity Me, part 2
Fandom: Sky High
Rating: NC-17 for violence, rape situations, and hardcore M/M sex. If not of age, or such things don't crank your knob, please read something else.
Pairing: Warren/Will
Summary: Will's first solo mission goes horrible wrong. Can Warren help him come to terms with it before disaster strikes? [Drama, angst, hurt/comfort]
Author’s Note: This story was originally published on adultfanfiction.net, in response to a challenge therein.
This is in response to Rosemary’s challenge, which I shall reproduce here:
[The plot is Will during his first official solo mission, gets attack by some super villain (make one up or one from the movie, your choice), during the time Will is kidnap tortured and raped (graphic or non, your choice). The kidnappers let him go/or he escapes, which ever he goes home and tries to hide what happened. But slowly he’s withdrawing from the world all his friends and his parents are worried about him. Anyway, finally Warren gets the story out of him, blah, blah …you can figure out the rest. (^. ^)
Rules:
(1) Has to slash, no hetero please
(2) Will has to be bottom/uke
(3) Will’s parents can’t be totally clueless idiots]
This story is tangentially related to the story War and Peace In Mind that I’m writing on FanFiction.net (and am putting on my Live Journal, slowly but surely), though it is unrelated to Heat, which I’m writing on AFF.net (and will be putting on my LJ as well... eventually). Things you need to know that I don’t otherwise explain in the story are basically when Warren powers up when he’s mad, he creates regular fire and burns stuff. When he powers up when he’s trying to help, he can heal people. Other than that everything else is explained therein. I tapped a bit of my dark side for this, you’re been warned.
I would adore any reviews that let me know what you think about, what you liked, didn't like, or what could make it better.
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Part 2
The Strongholds flew back to Maxville in a very disturbed frame of mind, but no less determined to help their son. Josie got on the phone to Joy and Warren the minute they reached the Sanctum, her tears and hysteria long-since dried up on the flight back. She didn’t want to tell them the details; it was really up to Will what he wanted to say, and she had no right to spill something so private, not even to his best friend. But the concern in her tone was more than enough to alarm both of them, and the description of Will’s odd behavior prompted Joy to say that they would be right over.
Warren could hardly believe when his mom told him what was going on. He had been gone most of the week on a mission against the Brotherhood of Frost, and had been looking forward to celebrating Will’s first solo mission together with him when he got home. But to hear Will had been missing for two days and hadn’t left his room in nearly three… And by the odd hints his mom was throwing out, she had picked up the situation was a lot worse.
At the Stronghold house, the whole place had an air of gloom. Both Mr. and Mrs. Stronghold looked worn, showing their age in a way that shocked Warren. Whatever had happened to Will, they already knew about it, and it had completely floored them. The minute his mom had crossed the threshold, he had seen the faint crease on her forehead that meant she was picking up something very strong, emotion-wise.
“I’ll do what I can, but if Will’s cutting himself off, there’s only so much I can do through resistance. There may be something or someone that can help break him out of his shell, but it might not be me. What I think I can do, though, is to at least get him out of his room and eating again. But if he doesn’t start talking about this to someone… Well I can’t say for sure what will happen, but it’s not going to be good. Josie, get some soup ready in about fifteen minutes or so. And stay downstairs. If I manage to get him down here, do not talk to him unless I say it’s ok,” the Peacemaker warned. The Strongholds looked at each other with trepidation, but finally nodded in agreement.
Warren waited downstairs with the Strongholds as his mother went up to try to pry Will out of the worst of his shell. He wasn’t sure if Will’s parents were even breathing as they watched the stairs, jumping at every little sound. They both finally went into the kitchen when Warren nudged them to prepare Will some food, so Warren was the only one there when Will finally walked down the steps, the Peacemaker trailing behind.
Warren was shocked by Will’s appearance, and almost said something, but was hushed by his mom before he could get a word out. Will looked almost shrunken, folded in on himself. He was pale, with dark circles under his eyes, draped in pajamas that looked a size too big for him, his blanket wrapped around his shoulders and head. He stared straight ahead; not looking at anything in particular, and finally stumbled down the steps and into the kitchen. Warren heard a quickly choked-off gasp from Will’s mom, and snuck a little closer to see what was going on.
Will took the bowl of soup from the table and gulped it down in a few swallows. Then he resumed his staring at the table. Joy Peace quickly gestured Warren off to the side for a quick conference.
“Honey, I don’t know exactly what happened to Will, but I think you’ll be able to help him. He’s hurting inside in more ways than one, but somehow everything is tangled up with you. I think he’ll listen to you, and maybe he’ll be willing to talk. It doesn’t matter if his parents know what really happened to him if Will can’t acknowledge it to himself. If he doesn’t talk about it soon…” she trailed off and Warren put a hand on her shoulder.
“He’s my best friend. I’ll do whatever I can, you know that,” he whispered, and she gave him a sad smile.
“I’m going to try to get Will outside. You go out there and sit where he can see you. I think he needs some kind of open space around him when he talks,” she murmured.
Warren waited outside on one of the benches next to the fishpond. He had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach that whatever he said out here was either going to heal Will completely, or shatter him for life. What on earth could have driven Will, happy-go-lucky Will, to become a complete recluse in two days? Only a few things came to mind, all of them quite terrible enough that he wouldn’t have inflicted them on his worst enemies.
He was thinking so hard, he nearly missed Will’s exit from the house, and jumped a bit when Will sat down on the opposite side of the bench. He was still wrapped in his blanket, slouched over as if trying to hide within it. He didn’t even look at Warren, just continued that blank stare straight ahead.
“It’s like eighty degrees out here,” Warren commented, looking at Will sideways.
“I’m still cold. You’re wearing your jacket,” Will whispered with the faintest hint of humor. Warren smiled back at him, and he watched Will’s expression do the oddest little jig, as if trying to be startled, embarrassed, angry, and deliriously happy all at the same time.
“If you’re still cold under all that, then I think you need professional help,” Warren said, deciding to play it very casually. “Why’re you cold? Are you sick?”
Will stiffened up a bit, and then forcibly seemed to relax himself.
“No, I’m not sick, I’m pretty sure,” he said softly.
“Good, how would that look, go on your first mission and catch a cold? Lame,” Warren said with a quiet smile.
“Yeah… lame,” Will murmured. Warren watched as Will moved a bare two inches closer to him on the bench. Very, very slowly, Warren stretched out his hand; letting Will see him the entire way. It was like trying to get a wary cat to accept a petting, you had to let them see every movement, and let them know there was nothing to fear. Will started to shiver faintly, as if both flinching and trying to stop himself from doing the same. Slower and slower, Warren carefully let his hand settle softly on Will’s forearm.
Then everything came apart. A feeling of wrongness clamped in around Warren, the wrongness that told him when someone was physically hurt, when he needed to use his healing power. The ember-red fire sprang up involuntarily on his hands, and Will tried to jerk away again. Only tried, because Warren clamped down on Will’s wrist in a reflexive (though usually futile) attempt to keep him there. When Warren increased his grip, Will gasped in pain and sagged in his seat.
Astonished that anything he could have done could have hurt Will, Warren shoved back the sleeve of Will’s shirt, revealing the bandaged wrist. Frantically Warren ripped the bandage free, revealing the raw, red marks from the shackles. His mouth hanging open, and his healing senses spurring him on, he shoved back the suddenly-compliant Will’s other sleeve, then both pant legs, finally revealing the extent of the binding marks.
Will stared at him, his eyes bright with tears, his face flushed with shame.
“My God Stronghold, what did he do to you?” Warren asked finally. Will burst into tears, relief suffusing his face when he flung himself into Warren’s arms, and Warren held him close instead of shoving him away, as he was sure Will was expecting him to do. He hadn’t seen anyone in a breakdown like this… ever. Sobs wracked Will’s body and tears streamed down his face. He clutched at Warren desperately even as Warren folded his arms around him, sheltering him from the storm of his own emotions.
He didn’t know how long it took for Will to cry himself out, but the sun was starting to set by the time Will finally relaxed a little. Even then he wouldn’t pull himself away from Warren, but instead just seemed to sag tiredly into his arms, displaying an innocent trust that shook Warren to the core. Will’s parents couldn’t get him to cry, his girlfriend couldn’t get him to say anything, even his own mother, an expert in all kinds of emotional trauma, couldn’t bring him to any kind of release. Why was Will so trusting with him?
“Will… what happened? He tied you down? How did he do that?” Warren asked, ducking his head a bit to look Will in the eyes. Will simply tipped his head back from his position on Warren’s chest, and Warren had to take a hard swallow. Will looked so vulnerable, so open, his eyes huge and dark in the fading sunlight. Warren had a very powerful urge to kiss away the remains of his tears, and he felt his body begin to heat up at the thought.
Warren liked Will; he liked him a lot. They had been best friends for the past three years, ever since Homecoming Will’s freshman year. But Will had Layla, and Warren… Well he had his few friends with benefits. The curse of being a pyrokinetic with powers linked to his emotions meant that whenever things got intense, he flamed up. So everyone he had ever had sex with had to be fireproof. Melissa Frost had been the first person to point that out, that first Homecoming he had attended. She couldn’t have sex without freezing someone; he couldn’t without burning. Together, the two of them could scratch their mutual itches without hurting anyone.
Unfortunately, they both knew there wasn’t much more in a relationship for them than sex. They really didn’t have any common interests besides that, and had finally agreed to keep things on the oddly distant/intimate level they had achieved. But once that particular tiger had been unleashed, there hadn’t been any stopping it. Warren had wanted more, and he tried to find ways to fill his needs. He found a few more pyrokinetics and cryokinetics in the same boat as him; the only problem was that several of them were guys.
Maybe he had been sex-crazed; losing his virginity at sixteen had triggered a back-flood of repressed sexual longings, but he hadn’t been averse to experimenting. He was glad he had, finding pleasure with all of his partners, though all of them had kept things extremely discrete. Pyrokinetics and cryokinetics probably weren’t the only ones in the superhero community with intimacy issues, but it just wasn’t something people talked about. Warren certainly hadn’t, nor had he ever mentioned to Will that he might consider his best friend in that particular context. Will obviously had no idea the affect his vulnerability was having on him.
This is sick, Peace. You can read between the lines and you know damn well what he just went through. Stop thinking with your pants and get your head back in the game. He feels safe with you, and if you can get him to talk about what happened, then do it. Just don’t do anything stupid, like kiss him right now, his brain yammered at him. Warren took in a deep, slow breath, carefully getting himself back under control, as Will hesitantly began to talk.
“He, Mastermind, he-,” Will began, and then took a shuddering breath. “Power-neutralizer shackles. He used a stun-ray on me, got me into a… room. There was a… frame. He strapped me to it with the shackles.”
“That’s how you got hurt,” Warren said quietly. With Will’s powers suppressed, he was as fragile as a normal person, and took wounds just as easily. “Will you let me…?” Warren trailed off, and let one hand begin to glow with his healing ember-flames.
“Wait,” Will whispered, “I’m not done yet.” Warren froze, not daring barely to breathe.
“He made me remember things… he was digging through my head. Sex stuff, mostly. Wanted to humiliate me. He did,” Will said, his hands fitfully kneading Warren’s shirt as he spoke. Will’s hands were also unintentionally caressing Warren’s nipples, and Warren was a little hard-pressed to keep his objectivity.
You are a sick, sick, sick man Warren Peace. He’s spilling his heart to you about the most horrible experience you can imagine and all you can thing about is how much nicer this would feel if your shirt was off! You’re a pervert, his conscience snapped at him. Warren mentally gritted his teeth and resolutely concentrated on what Will was saying. Keeping anger in his mind against Mastermind helped, because imaging drawing and quartering the supervillain over a slow fire was the only way he was going to keep from powering up in anger and burning the Stronghold’s bench.
“Made me remember Layla, called me a ‘good boy’ and laughed at me ‘cause I haven’t had sex with her yet,” Will was saying. Will’s a virgin? The hell? Warren thought idly.
“Said he didn’t see a reaction from me,” Will paused and swallowed hard, and took several long breaths in and out. “Then… he… made me remember you. That time… last Fourth of July; you pushed me under in the hot tub. I came, because you were so beautiful.”
He… what?! Warren’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt. He came because I touched him? He thinks I’m beautiful? Will kept plunging on though, words tumbling out of him in an unending stream, no longer looking at Warren, his eyes squeezed tightly shut.
“He had some cyborg zombie, Zom-Bot, said he would touch me. God, he pushed into me, over and over and over and he wouldn’t stop! Mastermind was watching me, watching me scream, and it hurt so much... I cried and I puked and I begged him, begged him to stop and he wouldn’t and then I finally passed out. And when I woke up the shackles were off, and I broke them.
“I went and broke out of the room, and they were coming back and I flew at Mastermind and I killed him, cracked his head like an egg, destroyed Zom-Bot and then got out of there and came home. And I can’t sleep because every time I try I keep seeing them, and feeling them. I smell that God-awful stench. And I’m freezing all the time and I feel dirty and I don’t know what Layla is going to say when I tell her that I love her but I really just want you,” Will finally ran out of words, or breath, and was quiet for several minutes, giving Warren the time he needed to try to process all of this.
It’s a damn good thing Mastermind is already dead, had been Warren’s first thought. His second had consisted mostly of a combination of profound disbelief mixed with intense, sexual joy. His third was that now was the worst possible time for him to make any kind of overture towards Will until he had had a chance to think this through on his own.
“Warren, why did you pick Phoenix for your superhero name?” Will asked after a second. Warren was startled at the non sequitur, but answered anyway.
“Rising from the ashes, something good coming out of something bad. I thought it was appropriate, given who my dad is,” Warren explained.
“Fire is used to burn the bad things out, isn’t it? To take out impurities?” Will asked. Warren wasn’t quite sure where Will was going with this, but nodded anyway. Will turned a bit to face him, looking at him frankly in the eyes.
“Purify me,” he whispered. “Heal me. Please.”
“God Stronghold, you don’t ever have to ask me,” Warren said. “Look, I… shouldn’t do this out in the open. Where do you want to go?” Warren was very reluctant to use his healing power in public, as it was something he liked to keep out of the media. Will looked around quickly and pointed to his dad’s workshop. More than just a place for Mr. Stronghold to work, it also had a couple couches and a TV for big game days, and a kitchenette and bathroom for guests, if the Strongholds ever had so many they couldn’t fit them in the house. And it gave the men of the family their own little “boy’s clubhouse.”
“That’ll work. Come on,” Warren said, and stood, keeping one arm around Will’s shoulders. As he walked him to the workshop, Warren looked over Will’s back to the house. He could see the faint silhouettes of the Strongholds and his mom in the fading light through the dining room windows, and gave them a faint nod, confirming what had happened to Will. The Strongholds turned to comfort each other while Joy Peace stepped forward to help them how she could.
Will flipped on the lights in the workshop and let Warren steer him onto the nearest couch. He was still shaking a little as he finally let the blanket drop from his shoulders. Warren sat down next to him and called up the healing ember flames, holding out his hands and letting Will put his own wrists in his palms. In his mind’s eye, Warren could see the faint shadows across the fire of Will’s life, the shadows that told him he was hurt.
As the raw flesh on his wrists slowly healed over, Warren leaned over and did the same to the bands on his ankles. Sitting up again, he nearly choked when Will tugged off his shirt. One, because of the horrible bands of bruising across his chest, and two, because he’d be willing to be half-naked in front of anyone right now. But he did say he wanted you, didn’t he? his brain pointed out. He can’t know what he wants right now. He could just want to feel good after all that’s been done to him. He could want to take a little back for what just happened to him.
Will hadn’t been the first rape victim Warren had ever seen. His mom worked in a crisis center as her cover job, and Warren had joined her there as a volunteer more than once. Sometimes they acted like Will had, withdrawing from all contact. A few reached out for sex from any friendly party just so they could try to feel something good for once. And some tried to take revenge, either in the simple way of a gun, or, in a few extreme cases, trying to rape their rapist, or failing, that anyone they could overpower.
If Will decided to plunge off either of those deep ends, better that it be with Warren than someone else. Warren was indestructible as well as pyrokinetic; Will couldn’t hurt him. In a very private part of his mind, Warren thought he might actually enjoy it if Will decided to jump him, though it definitely wouldn’t be his first choice. Not to mention what would happen to Will’s fragile mind once he came back to his senses.
“What happened there?” Warren asked, looking at the bruising, his hands gently settling on Will’s ribs as the ember fire began its work.
“A bar on the frame. There was one there, and one under my hips…” Will said softly.
“You’re stronger than them. You know that,” Warren said firmly, his eyes closed in concentration as the shadows of the bruising began to fade in his mind’s eye. He heard a faint gasp and felt Will move under his hands. His eyes flew open in astonishment. Will had turned his body so Warren’s hot fingertips were now brushing his naked nipples, Will’s expression one of intense pleasure. Warren was so completely surprised that he jerked his hands back as if burned.
Will’s eyes opened wide, filling with tears, his face crumpling into an expression of utter devastation.
“Oh no you don’t,” Warren said, grabbing Will up in a hug before he could fly away. Warren cursed himself for his reflexive action, realizing that any kind of rejection was going to send Will down a spiral of feeling utterly worthless.
“You don’t… God, I’m sorry,” Will sobbed into Warren’s leather-covered shoulder. “I didn’t mean… If we can just be friends, I won’t ever do that again, I swear, I just…”
“Wait… Wait Stronghold,” Warren said, pulling back a bit to look him in the face. “You think I don’t want you?” Will nodded miserably.
“If I had had any idea… You’ve been with Layla for the past three years, I thought you were happy with her,” Warren said softly, one ember-flamed hand sliding down to Will’s hip, beginning the healing of the remaining bruising and raw flesh from Will’s ordeal. Mentally, he suddenly realized why Mastermind had to turn off the power-neutralizer shackles. If he hadn’t, Will would have bled to death from the internal injuries Zom-Bot had inflicted on him. Only his super-strength had stabilized him, saving him from dying in the depths of Mastermind’s lair. Will shuddered and finally relaxed as the last of the pain left his body.
“I thought I was too. But I’ve been thinking over the last few days. That’s what I’ve been doing, just thinking. And I’ve never even thought about… ya know, doing anything with her. Not ever. I realized… Every single time I’ve cum, I’ve been thinking about you,” he whispered.
That’s really, really hot, Warren thought, his body temperature rising and blood starting to rush to his groin. Calm, be cool Peace. He’s sincere about this, that’s for sure, but he doesn’t know everything about you yet. He needs to make a decision knowing all the facts.
“Will, I’m not a virgin. I’ve had a lot of partners,” Warren began. Will looked surprised, not disgusted though, so that was a good sign.
“But I’ve never seen you with anyone,” he said, confused.
“That’s the point. They weren’t exactly my girlfriends or boyfriends; we were all just sex partners. They were other pyrokinetics and cryokinetics, people that couldn’t have sex with just anyone because they’d kill them by accident. We just all kept things really discrete,” Warren explained, and then took a deep breath. “But I’ve never had any of them say that they wanted me before.”
Will’s expression took an upswing, but Warren wasn’t finished yet.
“I just didn’t realize that after all you’ve been through that you could even think about having sex right now. I don’t want you to do this just because you need to feel good. Think about what you want, don’t just feel it,” Warren said carefully. Will looked at him, his face flushed and his eyes bright. Then he lunged in for a kiss. There was no other way to describe it, Will damn near tackled him back on the couch and pressed his lips hard into him. Warren made a surprised sound and struggled to get free. Will only stopped when he had to pull back for air, and Warren made the most of the opportunity, gritting his teeth, as he knew this was going to hurt Will.
“Stronghold! You don’t have to force me,” he snapped. The words were like a bucket of cold water thrown in Will’s face, and Warren found himself quickly released. Before Will could retreat again, Warren captured his hand and his eyes, trying to put something of what he was feeling into his own expression.
“I’m sorry,” Will whispered, flushed with shame now instead of desire.
“Look, don’t think I’m not interested,” Warren corrected. “You’re my best friend and I love you, you idiot! If you hadn’t been so involved with Layla, I would have tried to make a move years ago. I just don’t think we need to go so fast.”
Will’s expression whipped back to deliriously happy, and Warren idly wondered if it was possible to get whiplash of the face.
“How do you want to go?” he asked.
“It’s your first time, right?” Warren asked gently, and Will nodded, blushing again. “Then I think we need to go real slow.”
“I love you,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I jumped at you, I just couldn’t… I didn’t want to let you walk away. I’ve been thinking about this for days and…”
“Shh… I get it,” Warren said, running his hands through Will’s hair and down his neck.
“And… I think… If it hadn’t been them, if it had been you down there… I think I might have liked it,” Will added in a rush, flushing a painful shade of crimson. Warren pulled back just a little so he could look Will in the face when he said that. Then he gave a wicked smile and leaned in carefully, giving Will a deep and expert kiss that left him gasping. Warren grinned as he let his hands flow all over Will’s naked torso, tracing down his spine, defining the curves of his muscles, and flicking over his nipples. Since all Warren had had before today was simple sex with his partners, he had learned to be very, very good at it, because that was all he had.
“I’m going to make you feel so good…” he rumbled in his chest as his hands slipped down to Will’s pants and underwear, sliding them off and dropping them on the floor. Will’s chest had started heaving a bit as Warren’s hands caressed and pinched his nipples, drawing faint cries out of him. Warren shifted himself a little further down, his hands trailing behind him, gently pushing Will down on the couch.
“Damn Will, you’re like iron down here,” Warren murmured in appreciation as he came level with Will’s cock. The boy was gifted in that department, that was for sure, silky smooth skin covering an impressive shaft of near-metallic hardness. Warren gently caressed the head; his hot hands and touch causing Will to moan. Abandoning all pretenses, his own lust rising at the sight of Will’s firm body, Warren leaned down to trace his tongue where his fingers had just been, then engulf the shaft further, sucking it hard down his hot throat.
His boyfriends had always loved it when Warren went down on them, even when he was just learning, the heat from his body making up for any lack of skill. But judging from the head-thrashing Will was doing, Warren’s skill was more than enough.
“Warren! God, please, more…” he moaned, his hands knotted into fists at his side. Warren smiled inside and began to move his head and hands together, his tongue caressing the underside of Will’s cock. Will’s comments degenerated into incoherent moaning, and when he spasmed and let out a high keening wail, Warren was ready for him. His throat worked as he swallowed, and Warren spared a glance upward as he gently let go of Will.
Will’s whole body was shaking with the aftermath of his orgasm, his body flushed and his eyes bright. Warren smiled broadly at him, shifting up to lay alongside him, one hand propping up his head, the other draped over Will’s hip. Warren’s own lust was rising hard within him, but he wanted to make this as good for Will as he could, and kept control. It took Will a few minutes to get his powers of speech back, time in which Warren spent gently tickling down Will’s hip, slowly bringing that magnificent cock back to life.
“Warren… wow,” Will said finally.
“Up for round two?” Warren asked mischievously, and Will nodded vigorously.
“I want to touch you,” Will whispered, and Warren realized that while Will was quite entirely naked, Warren still had all his clothes on. Laughing at the realization, he let Will pull his jacket, then shirt off, closing his eyes in appreciation as Will tentatively ran his hands over Warren’s bulging muscles.
“You’re so beautiful…” he said softly, and Warren opened his eyes again, warmed in more ways than one at the expression on Will’s face. None of his other partners had looked at him this way; none of them had loved him for him, rather than his powers, his body, or his skill. The expression on Will’s face was more satisfying, in some odd way, than the most spine-tingling sex in the world. Warren leaned in to kiss Will again, prolonging it, his tongue caressing Will’s mouth, his lips almost devouring Will’s, leaving Will trembling.
Will’s hands tugged fitfully at Warren’s jeans, and Warren quickly leaned down and unbuckled his boots, kicking them off, his jeans and boxers following swiftly. Warren got Will in a full-body hug, their groins pressing together hard, both of them gasping a little at the sensation. Warren felt his body heating up again and let it. The hotter he got, the better Will seemed to like it, until Will was practically boneless with relaxation in Warren’s arms.
The naked trust at that was amazing to Warren, and he lavished kisses on Will as his hands trailed down Will’s shoulders and back. Warren hesitated a second before going lower, but Will thrust his pelvis into him with near-bruising strength.
“Please, I want it,” he whispered in Warren’s ear.
“I guess,” Warren murmured, chuckling. Leaning over, he fished into his jacket pocket for a small tube of lube he kept on hand for emergencies. Will flushed crimson when Warren brought that out, and Warren gave him a crooked smile that sent Will laughing at the absurdity of the situation. Warren gently tried to turn Will over, but Will suddenly braced himself and resisted, a flash of blind panic washing over his face.
“Wait, wait…” he said, panting a bit and getting himself back under control as Warren stopped.
“Not that way?” Warren asked softly.
“No… I… I want to see your face,” Will said, the panic fading as Warren eased him around the other way.
“It’s ok, I can’t do anything to you you don’t want me to. You’re stronger than me,” Warren said, leaning in for another kiss. It took another few minutes to get Will calmed down again, but Warren didn’t mind. He wanted all the fears to leave Will’s mind before he went any farther. Slowly he moved down the couch, raising and separating Will’s legs, draping them over his shoulders so he could have easy access. Taking the tube, he greased up a few fingers and slowly began to run his other hand under Will’s back, stroking down to his ass.
Will began to relax again, Warren’s warm touch working its own magic, as he slipped his other hand in. Will tensed a little, then relaxed and began to moan when Warren massaged around his back passage, then slipped a finger inside. Will’s breath hitched and gasped as Warren slowly slid his finger around, adding another, and then a third. Warren was enjoying this at least as much as Will, reveling in the fact that Will’s super-strength was keeping him from the kind of discomfort that he usually had to deal with with his other partners. Also not to mention Will was tight, and Warren could hardly wait to plunge into him. Heat began to gather along his hands and fingers, and Will let out a small moan at the increase in temperature.
He waited though, working his fingers in thoroughly, going further and further in, until he finally found the spot he was looking for and stroked very carefully. Will screamed and arced his back, his legs tightening around Warren’s body, his cock suddenly leaping to attention. He clamped hard on Warren’s fingers, and Warren nearly went cross-eyed when he imagined that around his own cock. Which was painfully hard at this point, and not taking his delayed gratification very easily.
“Warren, what…?” Will gasped out, relaxing a bit as he came down.
“You want more?” Warren asked, lowering Will’s body so his own hard cock made contact with Will’s firm ass.
“God… yes,” he managed, and Warren slowly pushed in. Will’s breath came in tiny gasps as he felt Warren’s cock entering him, inch by slow, careful inch. This was nothing like what Mastermind had done to him, nothing at all. The sensations couldn’t have been more different if he had tried, ginger instead of decay, heat instead cold, and pleasure instead of pain.
Warren closed his eyes as Will’s body closed in around him, unbelievably tight and close, gripping him hard, almost possessively. Faint, almost ghostly flames were flickering along his hands now, but invulnerable Will only kept pressing into his touch.
“God Will, you feel great,” he murmured, one hand reaching out to slide across Will’s stomach.
“Please… move. Want you,” Will gasped out, and Warren, nothing loath, slid out slowly and eased in again, hitting well again, as Will screamed out his appreciation. Control slowly slipped away as he began to pick up speed, spurred on by Will’s voice.
“Please, more, love you Warren, harder, Warren, take me!” Will screamed. The last of Warren’s control evaporated at those last two words, and he grabbed onto Will’s hips and slammed into him over and over with all the strength he possessed, which was not nearly enough to hurt Will in any way, but easily enough to wring new cries out pleasure out of him. Fire burst furiously from Warren’s hands and arms, enveloping them both in a blanket of warmth as intense as their passion.
Warren shouted his climax as Will’s body clamped down around him, Will’s own cock pulsing out his seed all over their stomachs. Warren waited, Will’s powerful muscles drawing out his orgasm, as he put his fiery hand on Will’s cock to help finish him off. Will moaned a bit, a few more pulses shooting out before finally collapsing, Warren following with him, his flames finally dying. After several long minutes, Warren finally was able to lift his head and slowly pulled out of Will. Will whimpered at the loss, and Warren entwined his hand with Will’s.
“Come on, we need a shower,” he said, pulling Will to his feet and into the bathroom. Smiling at the slightly slack, contented expression on Will’s face, he turned up the water as hot as he dared and pulled them both into it. Together the two soaped each other off, Will nearly losing his balance a few times when Warren turned a simple scrubbing into a rather expert groping.
“Feeling better?” he murmured into Will’s ear some time later, pressed up behind his new lover as the hot water poured down on both of them.
“Yeah… I feel warm again,” Will said, pushing back into Warren’s body.
“I noticed,” Warren said with a smirk, wrapping one hand around Will’s waist. “How are you doing?” There were several minutes of warm, humid silence as Will thought over his answer.
“I’m doing ok. I don’t think I’ll have nightmares as much…”
“I’ll be there to chase them away,” Warren murmured, and Will smiled.
“I have to tell my parents… and I have to tell Layla something,” Will continued, sobering again.
“Your parents already know, Stronghold,” Warren told him. “It was just important that you were able to say anything about it.”
“They… do? And…” Will’s voice was full of questions he couldn’t ask.
“They called my mom and me, because they love you and knew we could help,” Warren explained.
“They weren’t expecting this,” Will said softly, snaking a hand around to clutch rather possessively at Warren’s ass.
“Nice…” Warren murmured appreciatively for a second. “No they weren’t. But they’ll be fine with it. Mom already knows what’s going on.”
“What?! She does?” Will almost squawked, whirling around to face Warren and nearly losing his balance.
“My mom’s an empath, she probably was picking up most of what was going on in here. She’ll smooth the way for your parents,” Warren promised, and watched Will’s face redden with embarrassment.
“I had no idea…” he said, hanging his head. Warren lifted Will’s chin and kissed him softly.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Mom isn’t afraid of love, and she knows that what went on in here was just between you and me, because we both wanted it. Besides, she’s been trying to get me together with a nice somebody for years. And you’re very, very nice,” Warren rumbled, hugging Will close and dropping a kiss on his forehead.
“Nice? I’m… nice? That’s it?” Will asked, looking a little indignant. Warren raised an eyebrow.
“That and a few other adjectives, but I’m going to have to show you rather than tell you,” Warren explained.
“Please,” Will said, and soon found himself folded in the arms of his lover and savior.