Look After You (Pete/Warren R)
Author: moowithme113
Title: Look After You
Rating: R (maybe NC-17)
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. If I did, I would never leave my house. Title and lj cut text are from Look After You by The Fray
Summary: Post X-3. Warren's got a problem, so he goes to Pete for advice.
Written for: tarchannon
Pairing: Piotr/Warren, post-X3.
Specific request: Slash (romance or something more adult rated) with Piotr being fairly mature for his age (as per canon).
Warnings (if any): Slash. boytouching
AN: I wrote this thing using "Peter" instead of Piotr, then at the last second changed my mind and went back and switched it. But if I missed a stray "Peter" or two, sorry! Also, this is my first time writing anything above PG-13, so I'm not sure how great the sex part is.
It was a Saturday night, surprisingly warm with a clear sky full of stars. The mansion was unusually quiet for a Saturday so Piotr took advantage of the peace to draw in the comfort of his own room. He sat on his bed, pillows propped up so he could lean comfortably, doodling on his sketch pad. A group of older students had gone out to see a movie, but he decided to stay behind. He had a lot on his mind lately, and nothing calmed him quite like a night of quiet and drawing.
There was a soft knock on his door. Piotr rolled his eyes, certain that he was being disturbed just because he was on a roll.
“Come in,” he called, not looking up.
He heard the door creak open, a sound that bothered him much more than it should, but he never bothered to oil it.
“Pete?” came the tentative voice from the doorway. Pete lifted his head, already feeling a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Something that seemed to be happening more and more lately.
“Hey Warren.”
The boy standing in the doorway grinned at him.
“I thought you went with everyone to the movies?” Pete asked.
Warren shrugged, his wings rustling behind him, “You weren’t going, so I figured… maybe I’d stick around and keep you company or something.”
“Or something?”
Warren smirked.
“They left an hour ago.”
“Yeah,” Warren sounded a little embarrassed, “I went flying first. I had to clear my head.”
“Something on your mind?”
“Kind of.”
“Come here,” Pete said, patting the space next to him on the bed. Warren crossed the room quickly and sat down on the bed, his hands in his lap, slowly wringing them in a nervous way. Piotr watched him carefully, already trying to determine what was bothering him. Even though the other boy had only been at the mansion for six months, Pete already was an expert at judging his emotions and what bothered him. He’d perfected that over the past two months.
“What’s up?” he asked, touching Warren’s hands briefly to steady them.
Warren licked his lips nervously, “What are you drawing?”
“Nothing really,” Pete responded.
“Let me see,” Warren said, reaching across his lap for the book.
Pete captured his wrist, “You’re avoiding the subject.”
“I know,” Warren replied, “So let me do that.”
Pete pulled him back to his sitting position. He touched the angel’s cheek gently.
“What’s going on?”
He watched Warren take a deep breath and blow it back out, preparing himself, “I have to go see my dad,” he said slowly, “In San Francisco. He’s been calling the Institute every day. He’s driving Miss Munroe crazy. I don’t even know how he found the number.”
Pete nodded carefully, “What does he want?”
“He says he just wants to see me. He won’t say anything else to Miss Munroe. I talked to him once on the phone…”
“And?”
Warren bit his lip, “He said he misses me. He apologized for everything. With the cure and all.”
“Well then that’s good isn’t it?”
“I guess,” Warren said, shrugging, “I just feel like, I don’t know, like he wants something from me.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know anything with him anymore. I spent half my life listening to him tell me how he’s going to find a way to fix my ‘problem’ and now he’s saying it’s okay. That he’s proud of me, no matter what I am. It’s so weird. I don’t know how to react.”
Pete just watched him, knowing he wasn’t finished.
“All those people that were cured, the ones who didn’t want to be, that all happened because of me. Because he was trying to give me something he thought I wanted. Something he wanted. I was doing it to make him happy. I’ve… I’ve gotten used to that. Ever since my mom…”
Warren trailed off, the way he always did when he spoke of his mother. But each time he talked about her, Pete learned just a little bit more as Warren became more comfortable with him and with himself.
“When my mom died, I just remember how sad he was. I would wake up in the middle of the night and find him just sitting in the living room, staring into space. He was so broken, and I’d never seen him that way.”
“How old were you?”
“Seven. He was almost over it and back to normal, and then my wings started growing and… I never wanted to cause him any pain. I love him. But I just- I spent the rest of my life trying to make him happy, and now that I’m happy, he needs me again.”
Piotr watched him intently, his arm sliding around the other boy’s shoulders as he spoke. He pressed a gentle kiss to his hair.
“I don’t want to be selfish,” Warren said, resting his head on Piotr’s broad shoulder, “If he needs me, I want to be there for him. I want to fix this between us. I don’t want him to think I hate him. Because I don’t.”
“Does he want you to go back home?”
Warren nodded.
“I guess I’m just scared,” he admitted, cracking his knuckles nervously, “I’ve finally gotten comfortable with everything. With my mutation, with my life,” he looked at Pete meaningfully, “I’m afraid that if I go back home, all that will go away.”
“You had the strength to leave before. If anything, that should make it easier, make you sure of what you want.”
Warren shrugged, “I miss him. I really do. But I just… It’s going to be so hard.”
“When you came here, it was to make peace with yourself wasn’t it?” Pete asked. Before Warren could respond, he continued, “This was a place where mutants were accepted, where they were taught to use their gifts. This was what you needed. Maybe all your father wants is to make peace with you. After everything that’s happened.”
Warren shrugged, a gesture Pete knew meant he agreed, but wasn’t willing to admit it. Pete pulled him closer.
“So you think I should go back,” Warren said, his eyes closed.
“I think you should talk to him face to face.”
“In order to do that, I’d have to go back.”
“Then yes, I think you should go back.”
Warren swatted his arm playfully, “Well it’s so simple when you put it like that.”
Pete shrugged, “It’s a gift.”
“How come I managed to vent for ten minutes, you say one sentence, and you’re the smart one? How come I’m not the smart one for figuring this out?”
“Okay, you’re the smart one.”
“Well just cause you say I am doesn’t mean that.”
Pete just pulled him a little closer, smiling.
“I might be gone for awhile,” Warren said after a moment.
“I’ll be here when you get back,” Piotr responded.
The younger boy pressed his lips together.
“So… what am I supposed to say about this?” he asked.
“What’s ‘this’?”
“Us.”
Pete arched an eyebrow, “Is he going to ask?”
“I don’t know. He may do the classic ‘hey son, you got a girlfriend?’ father thing.”
Pete smiled, “Then you say ‘no’ and leave it at that.”
“You mean I shouldn’t add that I have a giant Russian boyfriend who can turn completely into metal?” Warren asked, smirking.
“Not unless you feel the urge to.”
Warren slid his hand to the back of Piotr’s neck, pulling him in so he could kiss him. Pete kissed him back deeply, the way he knew Warren loved, his large hands cupping his face and holding him steady.
“Warren,” Pete said slowly once they’d parted. Warren stopped him from continuing by planting another quick kiss on his lips, then smiled.
“Why didn’t you go to the movies?” he asked.
Pete shrugged. Warren slid himself onto the Russian’s lap, his face glowing.
“We could have had fun in the dark movie theater,” he said, kissing him again.
“Yeah, with Bobby sitting right next to us.”
Warren shrugged, “He’s too busy with Rogue. So how come we didn’t go?”
Pete tilted his head, “I don’t think I made you stay.”
“Well it’s no fun alone. And besides, I didn’t want you to be here all by yourself.”
“But I’m not, am I?”
Warren narrowed his eyes, “Peter Rasputin did you plan this all along?”
“You mean did I purposely stay in a significantly emptier mansion while the rest of the students went to make out in a movie theater so that I could make out with my boyfriend in said empty mansion?”
Warren nodded. Pete smiled.
“You’re a sneaky one,” Warren said, grinning from ear to ear. He leaned in for another kiss, but Pete pulled back.
“I’d be sneakier if the door was closed.”
They both looked over at the door that was indeed wide open.
“Well that’s fixable,” Warren remarked. He extended a wing, reaching it across the room until it reached the door and pushed it shut, “Better?”
“Mmm,” Pete replied, lips already pressed against Warren’s, both arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer. Warren slid his hand down Peter’s muscular chest, moving it up under his t-shirt, fingertips brushing skin lightly, causing Pete to moan into his mouth. Warren loved it when he did that. He rocked his hips slowly, holding on with his other hand to broad shoulders.
Pete’s lips traveled down Warren’s jaw and neck, kissing and sucking gently. At first Warren had been surprised at how meek Piotr was; it was often the smaller boy who initiated things, urged them further. Despite his giant size, his harshness in danger room training, he was so gentle with Warren, never rough or overassertive or anything one would expect of a man who could become pure metal. It wasn’t in his nature, no matter what he did. And it was this complexity that drew Warren to him in the first place.
As Piotr’s kisses made their way lower, Warren paused to pull his shirt off, then his own. Pete resumed kissing his way along Warren’s collarbone and down his chest. Warren moaned as he sucked at his nipple, his hands traveling along Piotr’s body, tracing the defined lines of his muscles. He heard Pete chuckle, the deep vibrations coursing through his chest, and fought the urge to laugh himself.
“What?” he asked.
“If we did this in the movies, I think we’d be in a lot of trouble.”
Warren couldn’t help but laugh at that, the crazy little things Pete said that he found so endearing. When he was around other people, Pete didn’t speak very much, in fact, he was known for his silence. So whenever he let his sense of humor show, sharing it with Warren, he always felt special, privileged, to know something about the giant Russian that no one else knew.
Piotr guided them down onto their sides and leaned over him, looking into his eyes with an intensity that always made Warren feel as if he might melt. He ran his hands over the boy’s shoulders, an act Warren knew was leading up to touching his wings. Piotr was the only person besides himself who had touched his wings, and it always was a shock, no matter how many times he did it. Sure enough, Pete’s fingers carefully moved from skin to feathers, and Warren made a soft noise of pleasure as he pressed his body closer. Piotr traced his way down the arch until he couldn’t reach anymore, then worked his way back up, touching both wing and the small sliver of skin that separated them. He did the same to the other wing, enjoying the way Warren’s breathing quickened against his chest.
He rolled Warren over so his back was to him, allowing him to see his wings clearly. He continued to caress them lightly, never applying much pressure. He leaned over and pressed his lips against the back of Warren’s neck, making him squirm. He kissed again, an inch lower, and Warren let out a little laugh. He was ticklish there. Pete smiled to himself. He kissed him again, this time at the top of his back, just above where his wings began. His wings responded by rustling instinctively, flexing out. Piotr put a hand on Warren’s hip to steady him and carefully touched his lips to the stretch of skin that separated his wings. Warren let out a moan and arched his back.
“Pete,” he murmured. His gripped the hand that was resting on his hip, “That’s… wow.”
Pete took this as a good sign and kissed there again. Warren made a low noise in his throat as Pete slid his hand over Warren’s jeans, feeling their strain. He made his way up and down his back, kissing and licking as he went, feeling Warren move against him, his breath quickening. When Piotr held his lips directly in the center of his back and sucked, Warren bucked his hips and let out a cry as he came. He felt Pete moan into his skin and press his body against his own and knew he had found his own release.
Panting slightly, Warren rolled over and scooted into Pete’s arms, resting his head on his chest. Pete gave a content sigh and wrapped his arms around him. Warren closed his eyes and felt himself move with each thump of Pete’s heartbeat.
“So when do you leave?” Piotr asked after a long time.
Warren exhaled through his nose, “Probably in a few days. I’ll call him tomorrow.”
“Are you still scared?”
“Petrified.”
Pete paused for a moment, “Do you want me to go with you?”
Warren looked up, from this angle Pete looked positively enormous. He bit his lip.
“You would do that?”
“Of course. We don’t have to say anything about us, just, you know, for moral support. If it would make you feel better.”
Warren contemplated this, imagining Piotr in his metallic form standing in a room with his father. Maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn’t. But Warren knew he didn’t want these two aspects of his life mixing. Not quite yet.
“I think this is something I need to do on my own,” he said finally.
Pete seemed to accept this, nodding slowly.
“There is one thing you could do for me though,” Warren said, leaning up for a kiss.
“Name it.”
Warren grinned.
“Take me to a movie.”
Title: Look After You
Rating: R (maybe NC-17)
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. If I did, I would never leave my house. Title and lj cut text are from Look After You by The Fray
Summary: Post X-3. Warren's got a problem, so he goes to Pete for advice.
Written for: tarchannon
Pairing: Piotr/Warren, post-X3.
Specific request: Slash (romance or something more adult rated) with Piotr being fairly mature for his age (as per canon).
Warnings (if any): Slash. boytouching
AN: I wrote this thing using "Peter" instead of Piotr, then at the last second changed my mind and went back and switched it. But if I missed a stray "Peter" or two, sorry! Also, this is my first time writing anything above PG-13, so I'm not sure how great the sex part is.
It was a Saturday night, surprisingly warm with a clear sky full of stars. The mansion was unusually quiet for a Saturday so Piotr took advantage of the peace to draw in the comfort of his own room. He sat on his bed, pillows propped up so he could lean comfortably, doodling on his sketch pad. A group of older students had gone out to see a movie, but he decided to stay behind. He had a lot on his mind lately, and nothing calmed him quite like a night of quiet and drawing.
There was a soft knock on his door. Piotr rolled his eyes, certain that he was being disturbed just because he was on a roll.
“Come in,” he called, not looking up.
He heard the door creak open, a sound that bothered him much more than it should, but he never bothered to oil it.
“Pete?” came the tentative voice from the doorway. Pete lifted his head, already feeling a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Something that seemed to be happening more and more lately.
“Hey Warren.”
The boy standing in the doorway grinned at him.
“I thought you went with everyone to the movies?” Pete asked.
Warren shrugged, his wings rustling behind him, “You weren’t going, so I figured… maybe I’d stick around and keep you company or something.”
“Or something?”
Warren smirked.
“They left an hour ago.”
“Yeah,” Warren sounded a little embarrassed, “I went flying first. I had to clear my head.”
“Something on your mind?”
“Kind of.”
“Come here,” Pete said, patting the space next to him on the bed. Warren crossed the room quickly and sat down on the bed, his hands in his lap, slowly wringing them in a nervous way. Piotr watched him carefully, already trying to determine what was bothering him. Even though the other boy had only been at the mansion for six months, Pete already was an expert at judging his emotions and what bothered him. He’d perfected that over the past two months.
“What’s up?” he asked, touching Warren’s hands briefly to steady them.
Warren licked his lips nervously, “What are you drawing?”
“Nothing really,” Pete responded.
“Let me see,” Warren said, reaching across his lap for the book.
Pete captured his wrist, “You’re avoiding the subject.”
“I know,” Warren replied, “So let me do that.”
Pete pulled him back to his sitting position. He touched the angel’s cheek gently.
“What’s going on?”
He watched Warren take a deep breath and blow it back out, preparing himself, “I have to go see my dad,” he said slowly, “In San Francisco. He’s been calling the Institute every day. He’s driving Miss Munroe crazy. I don’t even know how he found the number.”
Pete nodded carefully, “What does he want?”
“He says he just wants to see me. He won’t say anything else to Miss Munroe. I talked to him once on the phone…”
“And?”
Warren bit his lip, “He said he misses me. He apologized for everything. With the cure and all.”
“Well then that’s good isn’t it?”
“I guess,” Warren said, shrugging, “I just feel like, I don’t know, like he wants something from me.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know anything with him anymore. I spent half my life listening to him tell me how he’s going to find a way to fix my ‘problem’ and now he’s saying it’s okay. That he’s proud of me, no matter what I am. It’s so weird. I don’t know how to react.”
Pete just watched him, knowing he wasn’t finished.
“All those people that were cured, the ones who didn’t want to be, that all happened because of me. Because he was trying to give me something he thought I wanted. Something he wanted. I was doing it to make him happy. I’ve… I’ve gotten used to that. Ever since my mom…”
Warren trailed off, the way he always did when he spoke of his mother. But each time he talked about her, Pete learned just a little bit more as Warren became more comfortable with him and with himself.
“When my mom died, I just remember how sad he was. I would wake up in the middle of the night and find him just sitting in the living room, staring into space. He was so broken, and I’d never seen him that way.”
“How old were you?”
“Seven. He was almost over it and back to normal, and then my wings started growing and… I never wanted to cause him any pain. I love him. But I just- I spent the rest of my life trying to make him happy, and now that I’m happy, he needs me again.”
Piotr watched him intently, his arm sliding around the other boy’s shoulders as he spoke. He pressed a gentle kiss to his hair.
“I don’t want to be selfish,” Warren said, resting his head on Piotr’s broad shoulder, “If he needs me, I want to be there for him. I want to fix this between us. I don’t want him to think I hate him. Because I don’t.”
“Does he want you to go back home?”
Warren nodded.
“I guess I’m just scared,” he admitted, cracking his knuckles nervously, “I’ve finally gotten comfortable with everything. With my mutation, with my life,” he looked at Pete meaningfully, “I’m afraid that if I go back home, all that will go away.”
“You had the strength to leave before. If anything, that should make it easier, make you sure of what you want.”
Warren shrugged, “I miss him. I really do. But I just… It’s going to be so hard.”
“When you came here, it was to make peace with yourself wasn’t it?” Pete asked. Before Warren could respond, he continued, “This was a place where mutants were accepted, where they were taught to use their gifts. This was what you needed. Maybe all your father wants is to make peace with you. After everything that’s happened.”
Warren shrugged, a gesture Pete knew meant he agreed, but wasn’t willing to admit it. Pete pulled him closer.
“So you think I should go back,” Warren said, his eyes closed.
“I think you should talk to him face to face.”
“In order to do that, I’d have to go back.”
“Then yes, I think you should go back.”
Warren swatted his arm playfully, “Well it’s so simple when you put it like that.”
Pete shrugged, “It’s a gift.”
“How come I managed to vent for ten minutes, you say one sentence, and you’re the smart one? How come I’m not the smart one for figuring this out?”
“Okay, you’re the smart one.”
“Well just cause you say I am doesn’t mean that.”
Pete just pulled him a little closer, smiling.
“I might be gone for awhile,” Warren said after a moment.
“I’ll be here when you get back,” Piotr responded.
The younger boy pressed his lips together.
“So… what am I supposed to say about this?” he asked.
“What’s ‘this’?”
“Us.”
Pete arched an eyebrow, “Is he going to ask?”
“I don’t know. He may do the classic ‘hey son, you got a girlfriend?’ father thing.”
Pete smiled, “Then you say ‘no’ and leave it at that.”
“You mean I shouldn’t add that I have a giant Russian boyfriend who can turn completely into metal?” Warren asked, smirking.
“Not unless you feel the urge to.”
Warren slid his hand to the back of Piotr’s neck, pulling him in so he could kiss him. Pete kissed him back deeply, the way he knew Warren loved, his large hands cupping his face and holding him steady.
“Warren,” Pete said slowly once they’d parted. Warren stopped him from continuing by planting another quick kiss on his lips, then smiled.
“Why didn’t you go to the movies?” he asked.
Pete shrugged. Warren slid himself onto the Russian’s lap, his face glowing.
“We could have had fun in the dark movie theater,” he said, kissing him again.
“Yeah, with Bobby sitting right next to us.”
Warren shrugged, “He’s too busy with Rogue. So how come we didn’t go?”
Pete tilted his head, “I don’t think I made you stay.”
“Well it’s no fun alone. And besides, I didn’t want you to be here all by yourself.”
“But I’m not, am I?”
Warren narrowed his eyes, “Peter Rasputin did you plan this all along?”
“You mean did I purposely stay in a significantly emptier mansion while the rest of the students went to make out in a movie theater so that I could make out with my boyfriend in said empty mansion?”
Warren nodded. Pete smiled.
“You’re a sneaky one,” Warren said, grinning from ear to ear. He leaned in for another kiss, but Pete pulled back.
“I’d be sneakier if the door was closed.”
They both looked over at the door that was indeed wide open.
“Well that’s fixable,” Warren remarked. He extended a wing, reaching it across the room until it reached the door and pushed it shut, “Better?”
“Mmm,” Pete replied, lips already pressed against Warren’s, both arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer. Warren slid his hand down Peter’s muscular chest, moving it up under his t-shirt, fingertips brushing skin lightly, causing Pete to moan into his mouth. Warren loved it when he did that. He rocked his hips slowly, holding on with his other hand to broad shoulders.
Pete’s lips traveled down Warren’s jaw and neck, kissing and sucking gently. At first Warren had been surprised at how meek Piotr was; it was often the smaller boy who initiated things, urged them further. Despite his giant size, his harshness in danger room training, he was so gentle with Warren, never rough or overassertive or anything one would expect of a man who could become pure metal. It wasn’t in his nature, no matter what he did. And it was this complexity that drew Warren to him in the first place.
As Piotr’s kisses made their way lower, Warren paused to pull his shirt off, then his own. Pete resumed kissing his way along Warren’s collarbone and down his chest. Warren moaned as he sucked at his nipple, his hands traveling along Piotr’s body, tracing the defined lines of his muscles. He heard Pete chuckle, the deep vibrations coursing through his chest, and fought the urge to laugh himself.
“What?” he asked.
“If we did this in the movies, I think we’d be in a lot of trouble.”
Warren couldn’t help but laugh at that, the crazy little things Pete said that he found so endearing. When he was around other people, Pete didn’t speak very much, in fact, he was known for his silence. So whenever he let his sense of humor show, sharing it with Warren, he always felt special, privileged, to know something about the giant Russian that no one else knew.
Piotr guided them down onto their sides and leaned over him, looking into his eyes with an intensity that always made Warren feel as if he might melt. He ran his hands over the boy’s shoulders, an act Warren knew was leading up to touching his wings. Piotr was the only person besides himself who had touched his wings, and it always was a shock, no matter how many times he did it. Sure enough, Pete’s fingers carefully moved from skin to feathers, and Warren made a soft noise of pleasure as he pressed his body closer. Piotr traced his way down the arch until he couldn’t reach anymore, then worked his way back up, touching both wing and the small sliver of skin that separated them. He did the same to the other wing, enjoying the way Warren’s breathing quickened against his chest.
He rolled Warren over so his back was to him, allowing him to see his wings clearly. He continued to caress them lightly, never applying much pressure. He leaned over and pressed his lips against the back of Warren’s neck, making him squirm. He kissed again, an inch lower, and Warren let out a little laugh. He was ticklish there. Pete smiled to himself. He kissed him again, this time at the top of his back, just above where his wings began. His wings responded by rustling instinctively, flexing out. Piotr put a hand on Warren’s hip to steady him and carefully touched his lips to the stretch of skin that separated his wings. Warren let out a moan and arched his back.
“Pete,” he murmured. His gripped the hand that was resting on his hip, “That’s… wow.”
Pete took this as a good sign and kissed there again. Warren made a low noise in his throat as Pete slid his hand over Warren’s jeans, feeling their strain. He made his way up and down his back, kissing and licking as he went, feeling Warren move against him, his breath quickening. When Piotr held his lips directly in the center of his back and sucked, Warren bucked his hips and let out a cry as he came. He felt Pete moan into his skin and press his body against his own and knew he had found his own release.
Panting slightly, Warren rolled over and scooted into Pete’s arms, resting his head on his chest. Pete gave a content sigh and wrapped his arms around him. Warren closed his eyes and felt himself move with each thump of Pete’s heartbeat.
“So when do you leave?” Piotr asked after a long time.
Warren exhaled through his nose, “Probably in a few days. I’ll call him tomorrow.”
“Are you still scared?”
“Petrified.”
Pete paused for a moment, “Do you want me to go with you?”
Warren looked up, from this angle Pete looked positively enormous. He bit his lip.
“You would do that?”
“Of course. We don’t have to say anything about us, just, you know, for moral support. If it would make you feel better.”
Warren contemplated this, imagining Piotr in his metallic form standing in a room with his father. Maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn’t. But Warren knew he didn’t want these two aspects of his life mixing. Not quite yet.
“I think this is something I need to do on my own,” he said finally.
Pete seemed to accept this, nodding slowly.
“There is one thing you could do for me though,” Warren said, leaning up for a kiss.
“Name it.”
Warren grinned.
“Take me to a movie.”