Meaning of Rings

Title: Meaning of Rings.
Authors: azure_chaos & LS/Sarafimm
Fandom: X-men
Pairing: Scott/Warren
Rating: Adult 18+
Warnings: AU, BDSM, First time, Kinks, Graphic m/m sex.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Warren or Scott or any of the X-men universe. No money has been made.
Summary: Scott Summers had just turned 18 and along with the usual presents he gets the one thing he’s wanted for so long but thought he never would have…Warren.

This is a collaboration with LS/Sarafimm.
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Chapter 4

Later that night, after dinner, Warren was checking out the websites Scott had written down for him before they'd gone into dinner, when he received the mental pressure of the Professor touching his thoughts. "Warren, would you please come up to my office?" Xavier requested politely.

Warren almost jumped out of his skin; he was snapped out of his haze from where he'd been staring at the computer. "Er, yes, Professor. I'll be right there," he thought back. Chewing on his lip he pulled himself together and headed towards the door. As he wandered down to the Professor’s office his thoughts were turning over the things he'd read. If he'd been unsure of his feelings on the subject before he was more confused now. Was Scott really into all that stuff? Spanking and bondage he could sort of understand the attraction, even blindfolds, but there were some things on those sites that just scared the life out of him. And talk of rules and punishment, collars and the like. He'd even seen a piece about orgasm control. A shudder ran down his spine as he paused outside the door. He took a deep breath and tried to shove his thoughts down as he reached out a hand and knocked.

"Come in," the Professor called almost before his knuckles sounded on the wood.

Warren turned the handle and slipped in side. He was nervous, he knew Scott had said that the Professor didn't care that he was inclined that way, but this was different. He was afraid he might try and stop them from furthering their relationship. Further more, did he know about Scott's interest in domination?

"Sit down, Warren," the Professor gestured to one of the two straight-backed chairs in front of his desk. Scott was nowhere to be seen.

He nervously crossed the room, wondering where his lover was as he took a seat. His lover! That brought a smile to his face; Scott was his lover.

"Professor?" He enquired, still unable to rid himself of his smile

"Scott has told me that the two of you are more than just friends," he said, going straight into the subject.

"That's correct."

Warren didn't see any point in adding anything at that moment. The truth was clear, he felt it all the way through his body and soul. He cared deeply for Scott.

He sighed, "You do realize the problems this will create?"

"I care about him and from what he said, the feeling’s mutual, Professor. I don't expect it will be all plain sailing, but then, all my relationships come with complications." He fought down the urge to be snotty; he and Scott wanted to be together, who cared about the inconvenience.

"What about your parents?" he asked. "You know your father already has a problem with your being a mutant. How do you think he'll feel once he knows you're gay?"

"I actually wasn't planning on telling him, yet. I know only too well that he'll most likely disinherit me if he finds out. Scott and I care for each other and while he's important I'm not yet sure it's love ... if it becomes that deep then I won’t care about losing my father's approval in the slightest. The person I fall in love with will be more important than any of that. For now though, its very new and we're only just getting to know each other in that way." Warren sat almost rigid in his chair, he'd somewhat expected that he would have to defend his right to have a relationship with Scott. He wondered if Scott had been through the same thing earlier.

"What about ridicule here, at home," he gestured to the mansion at large. "Hank has had no experience with anyone who was attracted to the same sex. He's an introvert, but I expect he may treat the two of you like an experiment. Asking you embarrassing questions at the oddest moments."

"Hank is Hank," Warren smirked, "He may ask questions but he's also incredibly accepting. And while Bobby may find it highly amusing, he finds it funny when I kiss a girl so I don't see much difference there. I'm not sure about Jean; she's an unkown quantity to me. To be honest I fail to see that anyone here would ridicule or be prejudiced against us. Aren't we supposed to feel safe in our home, Professor? Shouldn't part of that be not having to be afraid to be ourselves?" he spoke clearly and passionately.

"You've already thought about this," he nodded, acknowledging Warren's points. "You are correct. You will be safe in your own home and I'm glad you consider the school your home. Bobby is young enough and still trying to understand his own physiology for him to be flexible about the relationships around him. Jean is a beginning telepath and I've already warned all of you that she may accidentally read your minds without your approval. Being open about the relationship will make it easier on her to accept what she 'hears' as well as sees. But," he stressed with a raised finger, "should your relationship sour, it could tear the school apart. I want both of you to meet with me once a week for counseling."

The door to the office opened and Scott walked in. He stopped next to Warren's chair and smiled down at him. "I know neither of you have had the experience of a close relationship with another man," he continued. "I have. If you have any questions, anything at all, I want you to feel free to talk to me about it."

Warren glared at the Professor; he felt annoyance build in him. Counseling? What on earth did they need counseling for? If one of them were to have taken up with Jean, he seriously doubted that the Professor would make the same demand. He understood what he was saying about the consequences of what may happen if things went wrong. They were both diplomatic enough to be able to work things out like adults. As his mind acknowledged Scott's presence he looked up at him and met the smile. The annoyance disappeared and he didn't care about the Professors demands. Their relationship was all that mattered.

"Did you look at any of those websites I left you?" Scott asked.

Warren felt his cheeks redden, and he looked from Scott to the Professor and back. He nodded; he didn't want to talk about this in front of Charles. Sure the man had offered to be there for them, but he knew that it was unlikely he would go to him. It was bad enough having to justify his right to this relationship he didn't want the man knowing the finer details of what they did in private.

Charles picked up a sheet of paper with some writing upon it and held it out. Scott took the sheet and folded it a few times before placing it into his pocket. "I think the two of you will have several things to discuss over the next few days," the Professor told them. "I have a meeting to go to in New York. I'm going to take Jean with me this time, Scott." Scott opened his mouth, obviously to protest, but he held up his hand to forestall any disagreement. "It's a conference on psychology. I know you would find it boring and Jean is currently going through a rigorous training program that requires a greater understanding of the human mind. It is for the best all around I believe. I will leave you in charge until we return on Tuesday. He pulled a file folder out of a stack on the corner of his desk and flipped it open. "Until Tuesday, gentlemen," he dismissed them.

Warren had watched the exchange in silence, wondering what was on that piece of paper. He got to his feet when it was clear that they were being dismissed. He turned and headed towards the door. "Good night, Professor," he called back over his shoulder and stepped out into the corridor.

The Professor looked up briefly, "Goodnight."

"Thank you, Professor," Scott said.

"You're welcome, Scott. Remember, any questions, any time. I'm never far away from a phone," he reminded them.

Scott nodded and followed Warren out of the room and into the corridor outside.

Now that he was again alone with Scott, he didn't know what he wanted to say to him. He had a lot of questions from the websites, but didn't even know where to start.

"Let's take some dessert up to your room and we can discuss those websites I gave you," Scott smiled and headed for the kitchen.

Warren followed without questioning. He watched from the kitchen doorway as Scott gathered dessert.

Scott contemplated the tray of muffins and picked out the ones he knew both of them liked and placed them on a plate before pouring two tall glasses of milk. He handed one glass to Warren and took the other and the plate of muffins down the hall and up the stairs to Warren's room.

Warren thanked him as he was handed the glass, but other than that, he still found words failed him. He opened his mouth to speak a couple of times on the trip to his room and closed it again without uttering a word.

Scott put down the dishes and noticed that Warren's computer was still on. He tapped the mouse and the screensaver stopped its program to reveal one of the sites Warren had been looking at. He'd forgotten to close the screen when the Professor summoned him.

Warren watched as his computer screen revealed what he'd been looking at. He set the glass of milk down on the nightstand and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Scott searched Warren's face and then said, "You're not interested."

He swallowed and licked his lips, "Some of it ... I get ... but other parts ... to be honest I find it pretty scary and confusing."

Scott moved the mouse and clicked the site to its homepage, "It's trying to appeal to a wide range of people so they have varying levels of merchandise. It's the same as if you went into a sporting goods store. You'll find the typical baseball bat, balls and mitts plus all the specialty stuff like helmets and chalk for the baselines."

"That other site," Warren started, looking at his hands a moment then back up at Scott. "I don't know which parts of it were relevant. Do you want me to call you Master? Will there be rules? I just ..." He shook his head, "Information overload I think."

Scott walked over and crouched in front of his new lover. He took his hands in his, "We'll learn it all together. I've had time to go through the sites and look at everything, you haven't."

Warren nodded, his cheeks still slightly pink. "I'm just not sure what you want from me, Scott. I want to be with you, really I do, so I’ll try my best. I want to give you what you want. Maybe when I learn more, I’ll want the same things."

Scott placed his knees on the floor for balance as he leaned up and gently kissed the warmed cheeks. "I may have said 'slave' earlier, but ... it was just wishful thinking, a fantasy really. I don't want you to think I'll be treating you like the Roman's treated their household slaves."

Warren couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of him in a toga and roman sandals. "Actually, I was more thinking you wanted a sex slave that you would keep tied to your bed all the time." He smirked and kissed his lover softly on the lips. "Tell me ... how would you like it to be?"

"Oh, no," Scott smiled back, "I'd have a rope tied around your waist so I could take you for walk-ies and fly-ies." His face got more serious, "I want you every which way I can, morning, noon and night. You've given me at least a year of fantasies and I'd like to, eventually, introduce you to some of them."

"I can't believe you fantasized about me," he smiled goofily. "A rope round my waist? Thought you would have gone for a collar round my neck." He remembered the things he'd been looking at. "I think some of it might be ... fun. I trust you, Scott. I know you're not going to hurt me. It’s just that I’ll need to build up the nerve to try some of that stuff."

"I understand. A collar might be fun," Scott smiled slyly, "and some cuffs around your wrists." Already he could feel his cock swelling just from the thoughts of tying up Warren.

"From what I read ... wouldn't a collar mean I belonged to you?" The wrist cuffs sounded kind of hot though. He quite liked the idea of being tied up and ravished by Scott. "Have you ever ... y'know done this stuff with anyone else?"

"No," Scott admitted, "No one else. And, yeah, it would mean that someone 'owned' you and you were off limits should we go to one of the clubs those websites supported. No one would be able to touch you except me as long as you had a collar on." He held up his wrist and the new watch that wrapped it. "I'd almost say you've already started making some claims on me."

Warren smiled almost shyly, he guessed in a way he had, albeit subconsciously. He nodded his understanding.

"So, what do we do now?" He asked quietly.

"We could go over the websites together and I could get an idea of what you might like to try out. And if you're really adventurous, we could take a drive up to White Plains and visit an adult shop." The implication obvious that they might pick up some items for use at the adult store, in his voice. "Bobby's parents are coming down to pick him up for their yearly family reunion. Hank can keep himself occupied in the lab for hours and usually has to be reminded to eat. And the Professor and Jean will be gone. We'll practically have the place to ourselves."

Warren nodded, "Sounds like a good idea. But I also want to know what you like, too. I don't want you to hold back saying stuff just coz I might not like it, there's no guarantee that I'll try it out, but at least I'll know so I can give it some thought." He brought his hand up to caress, Scott's cheek.

Scott leaned into the hand on his cheek and then reached up and straightened one of Warren's feathers. He turned the move into a caress, dragging his fingers through the quills.

A shiver ran down his spine and he smiled, "You're going to enjoy tormenting me like that now that you know, aren't you?"

"Only when I want to fuck you senseless," Scott replied before angling in for a kiss.