An Angel's Tears

-Disclaimer:- AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! *runs around and starts banging her head on a wall*
Gabriel: Er, Jaz, would you like to do the honors?
Jazlyn: >^_^< Yup yup! Spook owns nothing other than us, our outstanding fashion sense (well, Gabe's isn't that great), and that monkey right over there *points at stuffed monkey*
Spook: AHHHHH!!! *grabs monkey and runs away*
Gabriel: O_O *hides*

Author's Notes and Random Insanity: I read through my reviews this morning, and I have to say, you guys rock XD I'd like to thank everyone for the lovely reviews (as well as everyone who reviewed previous chapters), and I'd like to respond to Petrez's in the following way:

I haven't given smut because I haven't gotten reviews (although I could have given you rooftop porn now that I think about it O_o). That, and I needed to get the major plot points out of the way ASAP. There will be much smut after you meet Jyoniel, who is appearing in this chapter.

Jyoniel: Please note that I am NOT usually this evil.

-_-;; Jyon, you're a fucking sex demon. How more sexilly[is that even a word?! O_O] evil do you get?

Jyoniel: Don't call me Jyon! Besides, I shouldn't even KNOW Gabe! I mean, he's an RP character and I'm in one of your books-in-progre-

*hand over Jyon's mouth* SHHHH!!! They don't know that! Just give them some smut and they wont skin you alive. Well... *looks Jyon over* They might just ravish you in every way possible UNTIL you die, but that's different XD

Anyways, I'm going to shut up now and give you all what you want. Sex! But not right away in this chappy, though the plot will get to it's key point in which case all evil sexy fun will begin XD AKA- Sex induced by Jyon in the middle of the day O_o I can safely say that after Jyon does his stuff, there's going to be virtually nothing but smut XD But there WILL be a reason! =D Y'know why? Because I am a fricking genius XD That's why ^_^

Enjoy! AND REVIEW, DAMN IT!!! *pulls out poodle the beating stick and threatens*
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~An Angel's Tears~
Chapter Five: Track Time [Or 'Ow! MY LUNGS!!!!']


When they got to Bayville High, Gabriel was trying to keep the contents of his stomach down. The ride hadn't been bumpy, heavens no, but Gabriel was much too nervous, and everyone within ten feet of him- who had an idea of his powers, mind you- knew it.

"Relax, Gabe," Jazlyn said as they parked the car and began to get out. "It'll all be fine."

"So says the queen of socializing," Gabriel countered, taking a few deep breaths and closing his eyes. Unlike the others, he hadn't started to get out yet, nor was he planning to.

"No one will hurt you," Kurt offered, leaning against Gabe's door and smiling warmly. "Besides, if they do, you can just tell one of us, okay? We'll watch out for ya, no problems."

"Thanks," Gabriel said, offering a timid smile before taking another breath and getting out of the car.

Gabe and Jaz's first school had been small enough that they knew literally everyone in their class. Apparently, this wasn't the case at Bayville High. Gabriel took another deep breath just at the sight of it- he'd been closing his eyes on the way there to calm his nerves- and let it out in a long whine that was just barely audible over the din of the students.

"No worries, no regrets," Jazlyn said in his ear, giving him a supportive clap on the back. It was something of a motto to the two of them, and it had helped a lot with previous situations.

"No worries," Gabriel repeated slowly, fighting to keep hold of his powers despite being scared stiff as his sister walked off with Jean and Scott. "No regrets."

He barely made it to the building before he turned to the side and promptly threw up in a garbage can, startling several nearby who hadn't expected that at all. After a second, he wiped his mouth off on the back of his hand, swallowing and blushing crimson in embarrassment.

"Here," Kurt said, smiling as he handed Gabriel a stick of gum. "Try to relax, alright? Think of it as.. a learning experience.." He finished slowly, almost teasingly, knowing that Gabriel liked to learn and to read. Gabriel flushed even more, taking the gum and sticking it into his mouth as they walked into the building.

"Th-thanks.. I think.." Gabriel muttered in return, before taking another deep breath, savoring how the air turned cold because of the gum, before offering another shy smile. "I guess I have to go to the office, then, right? For my schedule and stuff?"

Kurt grinned. Gabriel had managed to recollect himself at the idea of learning from this, and it was all because of him. It made him feel warm and fuzzy inside, pun intended. ..or maybe that was just breakfast acting up on him? Oh well. "Ja. If you want, I can walk you down there before homeroom."

Gabrile smiled, much less timid this time, and nodded. "I'd like that. I've a bad habit of getting lost easily anyways."

"But you got to New York alright," Kurt pointed out as they walked.

"I was trying to get to Virginia."

~~

"Name, please?" The woman at the desk asked him. Kurt had had to leave for homeroom, and thus Gabriel was left to the mercy of this very large, overly-dressed desk-troll of a woman. Joy.

"M-Monroe, Gabriel," he said quietly, trying to calm his nerves, while at the same time wondering how on Earth someone could put that much make-up on and STILL have a face.

The woman typed for a moment or two, before taking a drink of her coffee and typing one-handed. Gabriel waited patiently, not meeting anyone's eyes for the fact that he didn't want to draw attention to himself because of his own eyes.

"Gabriel Monroe, age sixteen, just came in from Jersey?" she asked, and Gabriel nodded. Then there was more typing, and finally, she hit the enter key one last time before swivelling the chair to look at him rather than the computer monitor. "Wait a minute while it prints."

Gabriel didn't dare disobey; this woman looked like she could break him in half.

~~

His classes were pretty basic. Inorganic Chemistry, Advanced U.S. History, Great American Literature, Pre-Calculus, Study Hall, Zoology, and of course, Gym. [Author's Note: This schedule was pulled out of my ass. I wish we had some of these classes at my school ;-;]

He didn't mind the other classes so much, but he dreaded Gym. Even getting up in front of the class in homeroom was cake compared to how he felt about that class. So, naturally, when it came up, he was trembling slightly. In all of his other classes, he'd had at least one person he knew there with him, so he wasn't completely alone. But now..

Now, he knew no one, and was getting several curious looks from the other students as they waited for the teacher to get to the track, where they were supposed to meet for said class. Gabriel had been lucky enough to have gotten Gym clothes- on Scott, Kurt, and Bobby's recommendation- beforehand, but felt slightly embarrassed by them.

A white T-shirt that was just loose on him, but still hugged his body in an almost suggestive way, and navy blue shorts that gave others a decent view of his perpetually hairless legs made up the outfit, as well as white socks and his Vans. He wasn't meeting anyone's eyes, and was blushing faintly, sitting in the bleachers and pretending to take an interest in tying his shoes.

"Sorry I'm late. Your teacher was sick today, so I got called in," a voice called as a rather squat man entered the track arena. The students all gave him their attention, some much less so than others. "Apparently, all you're to do is run the track twice and then it's a free period. So, get to it. Do your stretches, inhalers, prayers, whatever. I'll be sitting over there if you need me."

Gabriel blinked twice as the man went to do as he said he would, and swallowed. Run? That particular track? Twice? This was going to take Gabriel the entire class hour, and he was well aware of it. At least he had lunch next, so if he went passed the class hour, he wouldn't be late for anything.

So, with a sigh and a puff off of his inhaler, Gabriel climbed down the bleachers to begin running.

~~

Meanwhile, just off of school grounds but still close enough that one could watch the Gym class running, Remy LeBeau was smirking at Pietro Maximoff in that sly, all-knowing way. Pietro had seen him lurking about, and had 'slipped out' of class to tell him off, which, in retrospect, probably wasn't the wisest thing to do.

"Gambit." he said sourly. Remy just dipped his head politely, that smirk never leaving his face. He stood slightly in the shadows, if only for the sake of his eyes.

"Wha Pietro, I do say it's been too long seince ah last encounta," he replied, and Pietro growled.

"Not long enough," he countered, wary of the other. After all, Remy was known for his tricks, and Pietro wasn't exactly fond of the other. "What do you want? Here to destroy someone's life?"

"Yew could say that," was the ever smug reply. Pietro was trying to keep his temper in check. Sure, he wasn't as bad as Lance, but even he was easily angered by Gambit. "Ah was just droppin' bah to say hello to some old friends.."

"Friends? Pfft! I highly doubt that."

"Ah, ah yew doubtin' mah intentions?" Remy asked, getting a little bit closer to the other. His mind was already plotting several things to do to Pietro, including throwing him down and having his way with the speed demon.

"...Yes," Pietro said flatly, unamused. He crossed his arms over his chest and took a step back from Remy, not wanting any part of whatever he had planned. When Gambit didn't stop getting too close, Pietro dashed to the other side of him, switching where they had started out at. "Stay away from me or I WILL kill you."

"Awww.. don' be that way, sweetie," Remy teased, before giving him a seductive wink that, despite Pietro's attempts to ignore it, made the pale teen blush ever so faintly.

"Ahem," a voice cut in, and both looked over at it's source, Pietro quickly and Remy lazily. There stood a man easily six and a half feet tall, with long, glossy black hair that fell perfectly straight down his back and a short goatee that he made look sexy. Steely gray eyes watched the two almost boredly, though there was a hidden interest there. He wasn't dressed like a teacher, skin-tight black leather pants and a black mesh top accentuating his hair and eyes. Black boots, of course, topped it off.

He was quite handsome, and Pietro flushed ever so slightly, while Remy quirked a brow.

"I'm not interrupting anything, I trust?" he asked, those piercing eyes studying both of them indefinitely, though there was something deeply wrong with the way he watched them. Like a predator hunting it's prey.

/Heh. Guess Ah'll just hafta show 'im who's the real predat'r, now won' Ah?/ Remy thought, before smirking slyly and pulling Pietro close enough that he couldn't escape. "Nah, we were jus' about to have wiald sex. Nuthin' too big there."

"H-HEY! What are you doing?!" Pietro cried, before Remy covered his mouth with a hand.

"Don' mind him, he's just shy," Remy said, winking at the man, who quirked his brow in response.

"Anyways," the man began, running a hand through his long tresses. "You may call me Jyoniel. Jyoniel Ravah, actually. I have a bit of a deal for you."

"No sale! No sale!" Pietro yelled, struggling to keep his mouth free of Remy's hand. He was blushing furiously now. Remy, on the other hand, quirked his own brow.

"Whut kand of a deal?" he asked, and Jyoniel smirked evilly.

~~

Just as Gabriel suspected, his little run took up the entire class period, and not only was he tired and sweating when he was finished, but he was also the only student still out on the track. Panting, sweating, needing to breathe, he stopped before he got to the locker rooms to put his hands on his thighs and gasp for breath, spitting out mucus and the like on occasion.

His face was red and he just looked tired. However, all of th sweat gave his shirt that almost see-through quality that tickled and teased the eyes of others. Others being Remy and Pietro, who watched him from under the bleachers.

Of course, Gabriel didn't notice, nor did he get the feeling of someone watching him as he stood and took another puff off of his inhaler. He waited a few seconds, holding the albuterol in his lungs before exhaling and continuing on inside of the extensive mens' locker room.

It took him a few moments to find the showers themselves, but when he did, he smiled gratefully. He felt so very dirty, and it really wasn't a welcomed feeling. So, making sure he had towels nearby and the water was the proper temperature first, he began to undress, sore from running and still panting for breath despite the fact that he hadn't run for the past fifteen minutes.

Little did he know, that in the time it took him to find everything, his two watchers had already slipped in and were waiting for him, though not in plain sight. No, if they did that, Gabriel would see them. They wanted to scare him. A lot. Of course, watching his slow, unintentional strip-tease, even Pietro was beginning to abandon his original disagreements with this plan/deal.

When he was completely naked- and exposed in all his glory to Remy and Pietro- he stepped into the shower with a soft sigh as he felt the water run over his sore, heated flesh. For a few moments, everything seemed to be going normally.

And then, all Hell broke loose.

Out of no where, he was hugged from behind by strong arms. To say that this surprised him would be like saying the sky was big. He nearly jumped out of his skin, whirling around and slipping so that his back was forced via momentum against the freezing cold tiles, which didn't help him much. Trembling and breathing quickly, it became rather apparent that he had in fact NOT seen the two.

"Wh-who a-a-are y-you..??" he managed to choke out, seeing the two other males watching him hungrilly. Two very NAKED males. Shit.

Remy smirked slyly and gently ran a finger along Gabriel's cheek. Jyoniel had been right; one good scare, and the two were as horny as ever. This was going to be all too easy. Whoever said that business and pleasure never mixed?

Gabriel whimpered slightly at the touch, turning his head away enough that he could still watch the two.

"Wha, Ah am called Gambit, but -yew- can call me Remy," The Cajun replied, leaning in and nipping faintly against Gabriel's jawline. He loved how the boy resisted, and it became his unofficial goal to make him want it. "And this is mah associate, Pee-brain."

"Pietro," the speed demon corrected annoyedly. He was going to let Remy work his magic before he himself did anything. After all, Pietro still wasn't sure he liked this plan, as promising as it was. "But I'm Quicksilver to you."

"Yew have a name..?" Remy asked, ignoring his current parter in crime, and the teen blushed again with a soft nod.

"G-Gabriel... Wh-what do you.. want..?" Gabriel asked softly as Remy began trailing soft, praising kisses along his neck and collarbone, never going too far down before he would return to the boy's jaw again. Gabriel knew he was beginning to give in, but he was relaxing enough, and his mind didn't tell him that there was any real danger..

"Gabriel, huh? Ah like it. Reminds me of angels," Remy began again, softly.. seductively. "We jus' wahnted to welcome yew to-"
"-Bayville High," Pietro cut in, knowing that Gambit most likely didn't know the school's name.

"O-oh.." Gabriel said softly, voice barely audible anymore. Remy's hands had taken to travelling along the boy's arms, teasing with their presence, and Gabriel couldn't help but feel himself giving in to the gentle ministrations.

"Yew have the most interestin' ahs ah have eva seen," Remy commented softly, voice low and husky. Gabriel shivered and looked down with a blush, which made the thief tilt his head to the side curiously. "Yew don't like yer ahs?"

Pietro watched in amazement. Most people would have run away right off the bat, but Remy had that charm of his that made people stay. It made them curious. How he did it, Pietro had no idea, but he envied him. So far, this new kid was already putty in his hands, and he hadn't even DONE anything! If Pietro could do that.. well, he wouldn't have any problem getting sexed up, that's for sure.

"Well, Ah think they'a beautiful.." Remy began, tilting Gabriel's face to his own, and it was then that the much smaller teen noticed Remy's own oddly colored eyes, and blushed again, faintly this time. "Like yew.."

That had to be the worst pick-up line ever, in Pietro's opinion, but it wasn't the line itself that worked so well, it was the way Remy LeBeau SAID it that made all the difference in the world.

Gabriel was lost in Remy's eyes, and didn't resist when the Cajun brought their lips together for a gentle kiss, one that started off innocent enough, before the thief added to it that fiery passion he was known for, figuratively sweeping Gabriel off his feet.

Pietro took a seat on one of the benches, content with watching for now, as the kiss became more heated, like a stationary tango of sorts. But then, the two had to break for air, and it occurred to Gabriel that his knees had buckled, and had it not been for the support of Remy and the cool shower tiles, he'd have fallen.

Blushing brightly, Gabriel blinked several times. "Uh.. R-Remy..? I-I can't d-do this.." he stuttered, and Remy tilted his head curiously, eyes entrancing the boy once more, though he had a much better hold of himself now.

"Oh? An' here Ah was gonna make yew feel soooo gooood..." Remy said, one arm around Gabriel's naked waist. That kiss had been enough to arouse the boy, Remy was proud to notice as he took one of Gabriel's hands and kissed it. Gabriel both paled and blushed at the same time, creating the most interesting shade of pink Remy and Pietro had ever seen.

"R-really..?"
"Really. Buuut... since yew would rather not... Ah won' force ya," Remy teased, releasing the boy and watching in a hidden amusement as he slid down the shower wall, still that lovely pink color in the face.

"N-no.. I.. I never said th-that.." Gabriel blushed even more. He wasn't a prude or anything, but he didn't know what to do now because of his first time, not to mention that Remy probably only wanted him because of his powers. Not cool. And he didn't even -know- Remy! Then why.. why did he feel so safe when he looked into those crimson eyes? "I-I'm just.. my first w-was..."

He didn't get to finish, because the water of the shower turned suddenly very cold, and he 'Eep!'ed in surprise, starlting him enough that he sent out another wave of horniness. Before he could lose his hard on, however, Remy scooped him up and walked to the bench, setting the shivering lad down carefully.

"Hmm.. confusin' first time, Ah take it?"
"Y-yes.." Gabriel admitted as he shivered. Remy had gone to turn the water in that particular shower off, turning a different one on nice and steamy before giving Gabriel one of the towels and stepping into the water.

Full view like that, Gabriel couldn't help like blush as he watched the water rushing over Remy's naked body. It was damned sexy, and there was no way the cold water had effected his hard on. Especially not with the show he was getting.

"No worries, we'll be real gentle with ya," Remy said, moving to play with one of his nipples. His objective was to get Gabriel to consent, and the rest would go from there. So, he had to be seductive. Sexy. Not like he couldn't so that anyways, buuuut...

Gabriel blushed even deeper when he watched Remy's hands trailing ever lower, invitingly, teasingly..
He felt his arousal twitch in response to Remy's hands dancing over the Cajun flesh, and suppressed a shiver as best he could.

"Yeah," Pietro added in an equally seductive tone as he saw his chance to assist in overwhelming the boy. He had moved so fast that Gabriel hadn't seen him leave the bench, and Gabriel jumped slightly when he felt the older boy hold him from behind, creating a warmth around Gabriel because of his body heat and the towel. "A little slice of heaven.."

"B-but.. I.. I don't even know you two!" Gabriel whined, looking both sad and confused. Hell, he was even pouting like a small child! It occurred to both Remy and Pietro that they didn't like seeing Gabriel saddened. The boy was too vulnerable as it was, but this was just depressing.

So, naturally, Remy resolved to fix it. He stepped out of the shower, turning the water off and approaching the two, kneeling before Gabriel and taking the teen's hands in his own, head tilted slightly and eyes understanding. He smiled softly.

"If yew'd let us, we'd like ta get ta know yew betta, Gabriel.." he said it in such a gentle tone that Gabriel was rendered speechless, tears slipping down his cheeks silently. It was then that Remy and Pietro both hugged him tight, surrounding him in a wet warmth that was almost as suffocating as it was caring.

Gabriel said something that neither of them heard, and Remy pulled back enough to give him some breathing room before tilting the boy's face to his own, eyes curious, if not playful. "Whut was that, love..?"

Gabriel flushed, biting his lower lip for a second before nodding timidly. "I-I said... 'o-okay..'" He blushed even deeper, and Pietro just blinked twice, while Remy smiled softly and gave a nod of his own. Gabriel felt like he was being a whore, but something told him that that was not the case. After all, it wasn't like he was sleeping with EVERYONE he met.

Gently, carefully, Remy leaned up and brought their lips together in a soft kiss that was both understanding and grateful (though to an extent, as Remy wasn't one to be grateful unless it was really genuine).

Gabriel didn't notice as the towel was removed from him, slowly, pulled down by Pietro as the white-haired boy began to kiss and nip along the juncture where his neck and shoulder met, elicting several soft moans from the smaller boy. While this was happening, Remy's kiss had become more passionate, his tongue delving into Gabriel's mouth, exploring, mapping out, tasting.

Remy's hands were charting out Gabriel's chest and stomach at the same time, while Pietro's mapped out his sides and back, both memorizing the gentle curves, soft flesh, smooth perfection. The younger boy shivered at several different spots that they found, soft moans becoming slightly louder.

Finally, Remy had to break the kiss in order for them to breathe properly, and smirked at the flushed, dazed look that remained on Gabriel's face. "Wha, yew do taste ver'a good.. Pietro.. yew should have a taste."

"So should you," the white-haired teen replied, before moving to capture Gabriel's lips from over his shoulder, and Remy smirked again before he dipped down to lick and suck on Gabriel's collarbone, moving steadily down and trailing kisses as he did so. Gabriel squirmed slightly, but only at first. He was ticklish, and Remy took little time in figuring it out.

Gabriel gasped into the kiss and had to break it to giggle and squirm as Remy started tickling him, still teasing the entire way. Of course, Pietro gave Remy a look of utter distaste. Gambit was always about being better than others, though he was subtle- sly, even- about it. He especially liked pushing Pietro's buttons at any given chance, and this was no exception.

However, when Remy did stop, he pulled Gabriel in for another fiery kiss, one hand at his jaw, the other toying with his nipple. The boy moaned into the Cajun mouth at the touches, shivering and moving into them. Before he knew it, though, Gabriel was in Remy's arms, and being carried to where the towels were, in which case Pietro figured out what was going on and spread some out on the chilled floor for them.

The way they settled on the towels was with Pietro at Gabriel's back, though the boy was partially in his own lap, head against his chest. Remy had Gabriel's legs, which he spread just enough so that they were on either side of his hips, though his own hard on was no where near Gabriel's entrance. Yet.

Unlike Logan, Remy -did- carry lube around with him on a daily basis. Surprise, surprise.

Remy and Pietro had left their things on the bench, but Remy had been sure to set the small bottle near the showers anyways, figuring that it would happen near there if not right there.

Taking the bottle now in his hand, he leaned foreward on all fours over Gabriel and kissed him once more, not minding that Pietro's hands were roaming the boy's body. After all, they were -both- supposed to do this, so said Jyoniel, and Remy could always whisk Gabriel away if he wanted to later, too.

Gabriel was so lost in the kiss and the touches that he didn't notice Remy putting some of the contents of the bottle on his fingers, but it was tough to not notice when two slid inside of his entrance. He gasped and arched slightly, feeling the pain from the sudden intrusion.

"Shh..." Remy purred lovingly. "Just relax, Gabriel. An' don' worra, Ah'll make it feel much betta for yew."

Pietro took this as his cue to lean in and steal Gabriel's lips away in an equally as intense kiss, hands still roaming- though now one was tipping Gabriel's head back enough to let this near impossible kiss work- over the teen's body. While Gabriel was distracted, Remy set to work pumping his fingers ever so slowly, taking note of just how hot the boy was.

Gabriel shivered many times, though to him it seemed as if it were one continuous shiver that just didn't want to stop racing up and down his spine. He felt hot all over, despite being naked in a cool locker room, and moaned loudly when something in him was rubbed against, back arching and body tensing for a second before he felt himself relaxing, the white that had edged onto his vision fading away slowly.

Remy chuckled softly, before inserting a third finger at the same time he forced the other two against Gabriel's prostate again, creating a mix of three parts pleasure, one part pain. The reaction was much the same as before, Gabriel gasping and arching, though now he was panting softly, one hand gripping Pietro's as Remy continued to stretch him.

When the Cajun decided that Gabriel was stretched enough, he withdrew his fingers, making the boy whimper in protest. This, of course, only made him smirk and chuckle softly. "Tahm to relax. Ah've got sumthin' even betta for yew.."

Even as he said it, Gabriel could feel the slicked tip pressing against his entrance, and let out a soft moan. Pietro had broken the kiss to watch, being a bit voyeuristic as he did so. However, Gabriel had one of his hands still, and the white-haired teen couldn't suppress the small smile that formed as he felt the boy squeezing his hand at the same time Remy was pressing into the small body.

Remy, on the other hand, couldn't suppress the moan that escaped him as he felt himself being surrounded by that tight heat. Dear GOD did it feel good.. When he was fully sheathed, he waited a moment, letting Gabriel adjust to his size before his eyes flicked almost defiantly up at Pietro, as if saying 'I win again.'

Of course, Pietro saw this as a challenge, and poor Gabriel was caught in the middle of it. Literally.

The next thing the boy knew, he was being shifted upwards, entire body being moved so that he was clinging to Remy's torso in confusion, the Cajun cock in him moving and shifting in response, which made him moan softly. Of course, when Pietro moved Gabriel, it meant Remy had to adjust the way he was sitting, lest he tear, pull, and/or injure something.

Crimson eyes would meet dark eyes in a firm question of what the hell Pietro was doing. Of course, Pietro smirked in return, before moving right up behind Gabriel and stoking the boy's torso from behind, though one hand had disappeared. Remy was only slightly concerned, feeling rather sure that Pietro was only going to do something stupid, nothing more, nothing less.

He shifted Gabriel upwards slowly, lifting him up and almost completely off of his cock, before bringing him back down with a moan from both. He waited a second or two before repeating the action, and Gabriel moaned and shivered this time, making the Cajun plant light kisses on his cheeks.

However, the third time he brought the boy down on him, he was stopped halfway by Pietro, and felt the slick head of his own member pressing against Remy's own shaft and Gabriel's entrance. Apparently, Gabriel felt it, too, because he gasped and looked back over his shoulder, face flushed and slightly dazed.

"What -ah- yew doin'?" Remy asked in a low tone that made Gabriel shiver. The boy's hands were on Remy's shoulders, and the Cajun's own were on Gabriel's arms, gentle and territorial at the same time. Pietro didn't say anything, choosing instead to lean forewards and steal away Gabriel's lips once more.

And then he started to push in.

Gabriel felt a wave of pain wash through him, eyes widening and breath catching. He couldn't speak, let alone scream, no matter how much he wanted to. Trembling. He was trembling, and it was apparent that, despite the sudden silence, he was in pain.

"Stop thayet! It's hurtin' 'im!" Remy growled, pulling Gabriel close and trying to push Pietro back. "It's not gunna fit!"

"We'll MAKE it fit," Pietro snarled in return, and forced himself in the rest of the way, making Gabriel tense everywhere with a silent scream. Tears were falling down the young blond's cheeks, and Remy was certain that he was going to have claw marks on his shoulders until the day he died.

There was nothing he could do about it now, Remy realized, but he placed one hand firmly on Pietro's shoulder to keep him from moving, crimson eyes smoldering at the white-haired teen. "Yew make one move before Ah say so, and yew'll prolly kill the poor kid," he said quietly, having taken note of the fact that Gabriel had nearly passed out from the pain.

Pietro glared at the Cajun, but didn't argue. He wasn't sure why he had gotten so competitive, but something had come over him, he was certain of it. What had it been..?

~~

From where he watched in the dark office, Jyoniel was laughing. He loved puppets, and he loved getting new ones. The Monroe twins would be back at his home before they knew it. Not to mention some NEW toys.

The orb he was twisting around his hand like David Bowie in Labyrinth was showing him what the three young men were up to, and he liked it. If he had predicted the others correctly, they would be wondering where Gabriel and possibly Pietro were right about now...

~~

A few moments had passed in silence, Gabriel's silent sobbing easing down into breathing again, Remy and Pietro kissing, nipping, licking everywhere in their reach while they let him adjust. After all, while they wanted to ease the pain away, they also didn't want to have to stop in the middle of things.

"Gabe..? Ah you alraght?" Remy asked softly, and semi-pained mismatched eyes met crimson before the boy gave a shaky nod, not trusting his voice. Remy smiled apologetically, bringing their lips together for yet another gentle kiss, which, of course, grew to be something heated and passionate.

Pietro had settled with kissing and nipping along the shell of Gabriel's ear for now, all actions gentle and soft in apology. He was praying that Remy didn't sneek up on him in a dark alley before he could escape, though.

Eventually, Remy rested his hands lightly on the blond's hips, before breaking the kiss and looking him lust-darkened eye to lust-darkened eye. "Ready..?"

"Yeah.." Gabriel replied very softly, almost inaudibly, before nipping at Remy's nose cutely. He was a little tired, and definitely still hurt, but he would survive. Remy smiled and nodded, before looking back at Pietro and bringing Gabriel up slowly, carefully. Pietro knew better than to thrust, especially with what he'd already done to hurt the boy, and moaned with the other two as the tight heat enveloped him again.

The pace was easy, cautious, set for Gabriel's comfort rather than their own. If Gabriel were to ask them to stop, Remy would make sure it happened, regardless of Pietro's feelings. They were supposed to tire out the boy until he fell asleep, and then take him to the warehouse. Of course, if Pietro kept damaging the goods- Remy didn't like thinking about the blond sixteen year old as 'goods'- then Jyoniel wouldn't be happy, and who knew what that would bring upon them.

Gabriel felt twinges of pain every now and then, but otherwise, it wasn't a shock of terrible ache like before, and soon found himself panting and moaning equally as loudly as Remy and Pietro were. Hell, he wasn't even aware that he had sped up the pace a little bit, and that Remy was barely touching his hips anymore. Pietro was torturing his nipples, though, and he DEFINITELY noticed that.

"A-ah..!" he couldn't form words if he wanted to, but there were sounds escaping him that were hard to place. Shivers and sparks of pleasure coarsed through him, lighting on his flesh, tingling his nerves... dear GOD was this heaven and hell at once.

"Nnn..." No one was sure who made any of the noises, though, as the pace sped up and Gabriel felt a hand around his own aching cock. He moaned loudly for certain, but anything else was as lost to him as he was in the fast, hard rhythm. It was so erotic, so utterly exciting, that Gabriel couldn't contain himself for long.

He came with a cry, head tossed back and eyes closing for a moment before drifting slowly open as he was spent, the colors that lovely mix that they had been when he and Logan had had sex. And despite being completely forced towards the edge by the muscles clamping around him, Remy took note of the change, before he felt Pietro come as well, and finally let loose what he'd been holding back.

After all, he wouldn't allow himself to be bested by Quicksilver.

Gabriel collapsed into Remy, Pietro into him, and panted for air as he felt the world around him starting to fade..

Remy and Pietro gasped for air a moment or two longer, bathing in the afterglow, before Pietro pulled carefully out and collapsed on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. Remy had to admit, the Maximoff boy wasn't that bad-looking, particularly when naked, laying out on the floor, and completely dazed and disoriented.

As much as the Cajun would have loved to have just stayed there, still inside Gabriel's now limp, sleeping body, he had things to do. He pulled out equally as carefully, before throwing one of the towels at Pietro.

"H-hey!" Pietro complained, voice slightly raw from moaning and the like. "What was that for?"

"We still 'ave some work ta do," Remy replied, and Pietro sighed before looking for Gabriel's clothing..

~~~~~~~~~~END OF CHAPTER FIVE~~~~~~~~~~

WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! So, didja like it?! Huh? Didja? Didja? DIDJA?!! XD

This took three days to write >> I figure you'll get an update once-three times a week, depending on how much free time I have to spend writing. The majority of it from here on out if going to be XXX, sex, smex, manlove, mansmex, mansex, etc; .........You get the idea. XD

I was sooo tempted to make that little Jyoniel-cut-in take up the rest of the chapter XD But, I get the strange feeling that I would have been assaulted by several hundred pointy objects (And those are just from Petrez O_o)...

ALSO! Name any random male characters you wanna see get some action, and I'll see what I can do >^_^< Most of them are going to get XXXed anyways (except for Scott, because with Jean there, it's impossible for him to get smexed up... that and I don't like him much >_<), so ja. I need to think about how all of this is going to go down, though XD It's all so complicated O_o

This is what I get for not making PWP ;-;

Spook, signing out! ................REVIEW DAMN YOU!!!! *eats your face*