An Angel's Tears

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for Gabriel.. and the sex. I do own the sex *nod nod*

My Comments And Other Miscellanious Stuffs: Well, I've given in to the temptation. AFF.net has always been a friend of mine [insert perverted laughter here], and so it was only a matter of time before I got my own account. Though, technically I did have an account before this one, but I forgot both the user name and the password XD

So, uhmm.. yeah. This story barely has a plot. I mostly just wanted to throw Gabe in because he's sexy and can do fun things with his powers *nod nod nod* I got the initial idea from another author, but I forgot her (I think it's a her anyways O_o) name, so ja. The story is Luxuria, for those who care to read it. It's very good. I command you to read it, or I wont give you your yaoiful smut.

Anywho, because this is getting very long, you'll notice that this story is categorized in a lot of things. That's because I'm too lazy to decide what I wanna do with it, so I'm keeping my bases covered by picking several things (forgot if I picked the tentacles thing, though... which is sad because I just figured that one out XD Well, how to do it in here anyways). I'm not sure what will or wont be happening in here, but that's why I left it open, because I'm open to most things, and several ideas came to me at once. ^_^

Soooo... don't get confused, R&R please, and try not to pee on the carpet while you're here. I just got the damned thing washed again >>
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~AN ANGEL'S TEARS~
Chapter One: Gabriel Monroe [OR 'I Make People Horny']


It was dark that night, not because there were no stars on the sky, or the moon was covered by clouds; no, the stars and full moon were easily visible in the cloudless sky. It was easy to see on the streets, and even easier to see in the park. Hell, the lights of the city itself kept things lit up.

However, Gabriel was not in the park, nor in the streets where he could see the lights. He lay in an alley, huddled up behind several boxes and crates, trying to remain unseen as two men walked, searching for him. Gabe was by no means athletic; he'd never gone out for any sports when he had the opportunity to, and he didn't like gym class. Needless to say, he was better at hiding than at running.

"I swear that kid went this way," one of the men said gruffly, trying to keep his voice low. Not like he wasn't less than twenty feet away. No matter how quiet he tried to be, Gabriel would have heard him anyways.

"Shhh! You want 'im to hear ya?" the other said, even quieter. As Gabe watched them from where he remained huddled, half hidden by the dumpster next to him, he bit his lip. Both men had tents in their pants, and that meant only one thing; he had lost control of his powers for the umpteenth time that week.

Gabriel was sixteen, and fairly average for his age, save for maybe being a bit on the small side. He had blonde hair that was just long enough to fall into his eyes, which had to be the most interesting feature about him. While he was naturally timid, it was mostly because he was ashamed of his eyes, while most were utterly entranced by the mismatched orbs. The left was a startlingly green eye, while the right was deep blue, both in such shades that it was easy to see from a distance that they didn't match.

He was a pale boy, fair skinned, though due to his lack of physical activities, he wasn't as tan as his twin sister, whom had disappeared a month prior to the situation at hand.

It all started after she'd left.

At first, Gabe noticed only a faint change in others' behaviors towards him, particularly when he was scared or intimidated, as he usually was. It had never occurred to him that he might be a mutant, especially not with the abilities that he had.

He'd always been a little psychic, so visions and things were nothing to him, though he did heed their warnings. That part came from centuries back, down the bloodlines to his great, great, great, great grandmother, whom lived before even the slightest thought of mutants crossed anyone's minds. The visions grew stronger, becoming actual images instead of simple knowledge or intuitions, and he attributed it to anxiety, or simply the fact that he was almost an adult.

But shortly after, not too recently, actually, Gabriel noticed phenominal changes in attitudes and reactions to him. When he was afraid, an almost lust-filled look would cross people's minds, family excluded for some strange reason. He'd contributed it to the possibility that maybe it was just a coincidence, or perhaps they just all got off on fear. But then...

It started happening when he wasn't afraid, even with his family, which had led him to run away from his home town. He'd been gone from home for a week now, and learned a few things from it. The stronger the emotion he felt, the stronger his power was, not to mention the more people felt it's affects.

Now, however, he was hiding in an alley, trying to keep from being raped by two very horny men who were unyielding in their search for him. Damn.

Actually, it was a miracle that he'd kept his virginity this long, especially with his ability to 'make people horny,' as he'd dubbed it, though he was terrified to say it aloud. It was too bold a statement for the shy, ever timid Gabriel Monroe.

"So what if he hears us?" the first man said, getting closer and closer to Gabe's hiding place as he searched behind boxes and crates to the teen's right. Gabe swallowed and drew away as silently as he could. "I'm tired of looking for him. I mean, we aren't even gay, and here we are hunting down some teenager who probably already got away already. And for what? Illegal sex? I don't wanna get arrested."

The man had stopped searching to face the other impatiently and annoyedly. Gabriel held in the sigh of relief; it was too soon to celebrate, and he didn't want to risk anything. The squeeking of rats scurrying about in and around the dumpster next to him made him shiver.

"Fine, then! What do you propose we do?" The other man asked angrilly.

"I say we go home, invite the girls over, and pop in a porno."

Silence. Gabriel was silently willing the other man to agree, so that he could shift out of this ungodly uncomfortable position. He had his knees drawn to his chest, feet flat on the ground, and already his shins were numb.

"Alright then," the man said. "But I get to call Angie."

"What? Angie? That whore is just after your wallet..." the voices trailed off as the two men started walking away, footfalls audible in the near silent night. Gabriel waited for several moments after they were gone before shifting feverishly and accidentally pitching himself foreward and out of that cramped spot. He landed on all fours, but let out a sigh of relief.

His baggy shirt was torn from the day before, his shoes were utterly filthy, and his hooded jacket was nearly as dirty as the jeans he wore. Of course, considering how much running he'd been doing that week, it was no surprise that he was so badly off. He hadn't eaten in two days, and his stomach reminded him of that rather painfully.

Groaning, he tried to stand up and winced at the millions of tiny pinpricks that swarmed his feet and shins. However, he managed to lean himself against the side of the building he'd hidden behind. The rats squeeked and even hissed in protest to his presence, but he didn't care for now.

All that mattered right now was that he'd escaped. He would need to find food, and possibly a decent place to sleep, but he knew how to deal with the sleeping problem. The past two nights he'd slept in trees in the parks, which wasn't really the best place considering that this was New York, but it worked.

Of course, by the way the people looked at him in the mornings, he'd decided that a new place to sleep would be for the better. So, taking a breath, he pushed himself off of the side of the building and began walking down the alley in the opposite direction that the two men had gone not ten minutes ago.

Usually, one was carefuly not to walk down dark alleys in New York at night, but Gabe was more concerned with passing out due to fatigue, so he didn't care so long as he didn't run into anyone.. unpleasant.

That was just wishful thinking.

"Well, looky here, boys," a threatening voice said from the shadows to his left. Gabe spun with wide, fearful eyes to find himself almost nose to nose with a much larger, probably older boy. "Looks like we've found ourselves some dinner."

Gabriel didn't like where this was going at all, and whimpered slightly when several snickers greeted the other's words. He spun to see that he was easily surrounded by six or seven punked-out boys, none of which he could fully see because of the poor lighting.

"Well, don't just stand there," the first said, and Gabe assumed he was the leader. "You might as well plead and beg now, because you wont be able to later."

"And we like to see cuties beg," another said from behind him. Gabe knew that he should scream, try to run, something, but.. he felt paralyzed. He didn't thinkof himself as cute- though in all honesty, he was very pretty- and decided somewhere that his powers were acting up with his fear again. He was aware that he was shaking, watching them all with every sudden move they made, and said nothing.

"Awww, don't be so shy, love," the leader said again, siezing Gabriel by the biceps to slam him into the nearest wall and pin him there. The other boys quickly closed in, grinning wicked half grins. Gabriel was crying, eyes closed tight as the salty tears spilled down his cheeks. He was powerless to stop them, and he couldn't get away.

Or could he?

That's right folks, for as Gabriel trembled for his life, surrounded by seven very randy punk kids, help was on the way. Gabriel's most.. interesting, powers did not go unnoticed by Charles Xavier, who had taken immediate note of the boy's path. It seemed that young Mister Monroe had caused quite the scene in more than one place; and not just in New York.

Needless to say, he'd dispatched the X-Men as soon as he discovered that the boy had stopped running. From what he could gather, Gabriel had come from New Jersey, which was quite a travel to accomplish in less than five days without hitchhiking. But now.. Now Gabriel needed help, as he was both alone and scared, which were making things very difficult on the teen simply because of his powers.

So, anyways, that said..

Gabriel could feel the other's hot breath on his face as he drew ever closer, whispering the whole while. "You're quite the hottie. I'm going to take you so hard your entire being will scream my na-"

The boy was cut off at the exact moment that someone began speaking in German and the quivering Gabriel felt the leader's weight gone, the hot air becoming stale and his face, where the boy's breath had mingled with flesh, became cold. There was screaming, and the sound of many footfalls.

Gabriel chanced cracking his eyes, only to see the seven boys running as fast as they could, one clutching his side where he undoubtedly had a cramp.

"Are you alright?" a soothing voice asked, and his panic-sticken, if not utterly exhausted, gaze turned to see a young African American woman with long white hair and a kind face approach him. Gabe's chest was heaving, and his attention, no longer fearful (though he was slightly nervous), was so intent on this strange woman that he didn't notice the other behind her.

"I will not hurt you. What is your name, child?"

He didn't answer as she reached out and whiped away his tears like a mother would, but instead blushed from embarrassment and his shyness as he looked away and allowed himself to slide down the wall slowly. He was too fatigued, weariness and hunger consuming him as he fell into an involuntary slumber.

Ororo watched the boy carefully, checking for any sign of injury, before she looked back at Scott and Kurt, who was very curious to say the least. "I think we should get him back now. We cut it close, but he should be alright."

"Ja," Kurt said with a nod, before Scott moved foreward to pick the sleeping teen up carefully. Because the mission had been so close to home, they hadn't needed the entire team, just those three. Originally, it would have just been Storm and Cyclops, but Kurt had wanted to go, and no one wanted to argue, including Scott.

"Are you sure this is the right kid?" Scott asked. He didn't like the idea of not being the leader, but Ororo was older than himself, and Xavier had chosen her for some unknown reason.

"Of course I'm sure," Ororo began. "Charles said that he had mismatched eyes. Do you see anyone else around here with bi-colored eyes? How about you, Kurt?"

"Nein," Kurt said as they began to walk to Scott's car. They hadn't needed the jet either, which was a pretty good thing, actually.

"Point taken," Scott replied as he set the boy carefully in the back seat. "Did the Professor say what his powers were?"

"I'm afraid not," the ebony woman replied, sitting shotgun. "Kurt, make sure the boy gets buckled up alright."

They were all curious of the boy's powers, as the Professor had not told them, but they knew that it was something dangerous enough to make it necessary to retrieve him. Of course, to whom they were dangerous, well.. that was anyone's guess, really.

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Gabriel awoke slowly, eyes drifting open before he closed them again and took a breath, trying to remember what exactly had happened the night before. He remembered being chased by two men, and even the encounter with the gang, but then...

His eyes snapped open, but he didn't shoot out of the bed he lay in or make a sound, instead looking carefully around as much as he could without moving noticeably. After all, unfamiliar places could have all too familiar killers.

However, there was no one in this room, and so he sat up carefully, taking note as he climbed carefully from the bed that he still wore his clothing from the day before, though the jacket was on a desk chair and his shoes were on the floor next to the bed. Okay, nothing abnormal there. He felt around his neck to find that the chain that dipped below the collar of his shirt to hold a small locket of sorts was still there.

With a soft sigh, he stood, putting his shoes on and pulling the hooded jacket on as well, putting the hood up to disguise himself somewhat. He wanted to know where the hell he was and how he'd gotten there, and didn't plan on getting caught by anyone before he found out.

He walked to the door and tried to open it, before finding that it was stuck. He blinked twice, those mismatched eyes of his curious and ever so slightly afraid.

"Let go of the doorknob," a gruff voice said from the other side of the door, and Gabriel 'Eep!'ed and jumped back, looking quickly for a place to hide. It was too late, of course, as the door opened and a tall, well muscled man entered, looking a bit bitter and in need of a shave. This would, of course, be Logan, who took in Gabriel's trembling appearance with a quirked brow. "I ain't gonna bite, kid, so calm down already. Chuck wants to see ya."

"W-who?" Gabriel asked from where he'd run across the room. He was scared, and that was.. definitely NOT the best thing in the world.

Logan sighed in annoyance, though feeling the effects of the poor boy's terror, and ignored the carnal desires that made themselves known. Wolverine had much better control than that, and besides, this was some punk kid picked up off the streets anyways. It wasn't like Gabe was the only other person on Earth. And Gabe wasn't that scared at the moment anyways.

"Charles Xavier. He'll explain everythin' to ya, but you need to come with me for now," Logan said, and Gabriel flushed slightly and nodded shakily, before the man walked over and pulled him along by the back of his jacket when he hesitated for a decent two minutes or so.

"H-hey! L-let go of me!" Gabriel cried, eyes wide in fear and disbelief.

"Sorry, bub, but this gets the job done quicker," was the only response Gabriel got, and simply flushed crimson as he allowed himself to be dragged along. It wasn't like there was much else to do about it anyways, and he had to admit, despite the situation, he kind of liked the force used.

What was he thinking?! That wasn't even Gabriel-like! He'd always been an introvert, afraid of people and what they'd do to him if they found out that he could see things that hadn't even happened yet.

And then they were at the office, Logan dragging Gabriel through the door and then depositing the boy in a chair before leaning against the wall in such a way that the slight tent forming in his pants remained unseen.

"Ah, there you are," Charles said with a kind smile. "How are you feeling?"

Gabriel didn't say anything, opting instead for fidgeting in his seat with a small frown. He didn't meet Xavier's eyes, mostly because he didn't want his own to be seen.

"Kid ain't a mute," Logan pitched in, before examining his claws, which made Gabe's eyes wide as saucers before he returned his nervous gaze to the desk in front of him.

"I'm aware of that, Logan," Xavier began firmly, but not harshly. Gabriel warmed to him a little bit. He was never one for animosity or yelling, and he doubted that the man in the wheelchair would be one for either. Charles returned his attention to the boy. "Please don't be afraid. No one will hurt you here. Tell me, please, what is your name?"

"G-Gabriel.." the boy whispered, still looking down as he bit his lower lip nervously, still fidgeting.

"Well then, Gabriel, could you tell me what it is that you can do? As I said before, no one here will hurt you, so there's no need to be afraid. As you can see.." /we're all mutants, too./

Gabriel looked up at him with wide blue eyes, gaping. Had he just..? Was that..? HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?! Charles smiled politely in return.

"I'm a telepath, Gabriel," he said, and Gabe flushed and returned his eyes to the desk as he bit at his lip again with a nod. He knew what telepath meant. "And you can see that Logan isn't exactly normal, either."

"N-no, sir," Gabe stammered, not even bothering to look over at Logan again. He'd seen the claws; that was enough for him.

"So, what is it that you can do?" Xavier repeated calmly. Gabriel took a deep, preperatory breath, before deciding that there really was only one way to put it.

"I, uhm.. I make people horny," he said quietly, but both men heard him.

Logan snorted. "Well, someone's got a high opinion of themselves."

"W-what? N-n-no! No, you've.. you've got it all wrong, I-" Gabriel was cut off by Logan's chuckling, before the man came over and sat in the other chair. Gabriel looked like he was about to cry, quite determined to prove somehow or another that he wasn't as vain as the man had made him out to be.

"Calm down, kid," Logan said, putting his feet on the desk. He was willing to bet that Gabriel was soft, like a woman. "I'm just givin' ya Hell. No need to get your panties in a bunch."

"I'm sorry, but.. could you perhaps, elaborate on that?" Xavier asked with a quirked brow. Gabriel flushed deeper and shook his head.

"N-no.. but I can.. erm.. demonstrate," he flushed even deeper before quickly adding, "That is, if it's okay with you and Mr. Logan, I mean.."

"Pfft. Go right on ahead. You ain't gettin' nothin' outta Chuck, though," Wolverine replied, scratching his chin. When Gabe looked at the Professor, he saw the man nod at him with a small smile.

"Er, o-okay then.." Gabriel said with another slight flush. He bit his lip. "I can't.. I don't think I can do it unless I'm scared, tho-"

He was cut off by Logan suddenly jumping up, claws out, and jumping at him, though he didn't actually follow the boy's surprised fall to the ground, instead growling at him. He didn't really mean anything by it, but it was fun to see how frightened he could make the boy in one move.

His plan worked, though, and as Gabriel had nearly pissed himself, he felt a wave of extreme horniness consume him, and suddenly Gabriel looked a lot more appealing where he lay, staring up at him in fear and surprise blended into one. The next thing he knew, he was on all fours over the boy, sniffing him carefully all over, as if trying to see if the teen was in heat.

"Ah! Uhm.. Y-you can s-stop that now, M-Mr. Logan.." Gabriel stuttered, pushing on the man's chest. However, he could see the claws, and even if they weren't pointed at him, they still looked deadly and a little too close.

"Logan, cease at once," Charles said firmly, wheeling his chair around to see better what was going on. It would be a very bad thing if young Gabriel were taken in his office by Logan, and he immediately began assaulting the other man's mind in order to distract him, while at the same time trying to calm Gabriel in his mind.

After a moment, Logan blinked and looked down at Gabe, one of his large hands having been crawling up the boy's torso, taking the hem of his shirt with him. He stood silently, running a hand through his hair again before returning to his seat. Gabriel followd suit, blushing furiously and avoiding all eye contact again.

"Uhm.. ta-da..?"

~~~

It was decided that until Gabriel got a hold of his powers, as Logan vouched that the kid seemed to be leeking horniness even when he slept (it was decided that it just got worse the more afraid he was, though he hadn't known he was giving it off while unconscious). The boy would begin classes at the high school the next week depending on whether or not he could get a grip on his abilities.

Gabriel wanted to take a shower, but he didn't have any other clothes, which would be a problem if he planned on staying there, which he had agreed to try out to see how it worked. He was sitting in his room on the bed, a pillow hugged to his chest as he debated washing his clothes and showering while they were in the washer and drier when a knock came to his door.

"Y-yes?" he asked, eyes curious if even a little afraid. He knew that mutants lived here, so he wasn't sure who- or what- to expect. However, when the door opened, Logan entered, shutting it carefully behind him before tossing Gabe a bundle of clothing.

The teen looked through the bundle to find a few faded T-shirts and two pairs of jeans that were too big for him. He gave Logan an inquisitive look. "What's this for?"

"Ya need clothes, right? I don't wear those, so they're yours now," Logan said with an uncaring shrug. "Better'n nothin'."

Gabe blinked several times as he looked from Logan, to the clothing, back to Logan. "Thanks, but these are too big for me."

Logan rolled his eyes and unbuckled his belt, which made Gabriel blush the brightest possible shade of red, before tossing it to the boy. "You'll cope."

Suddenly, Gabriel understood. Or so he hoped. Perhaps maybe, just maybe, this was Logan's way of apologizing for earlier? Not likely, but not impossible either. "Thanks," he said with a small smile, the first he'd actually given the entire time that he'd been there.

"Whatever. Just don' expect much more help from me. I ain't got time to babysit all day," Logan replied almost bitterly, before turning and leaving. Gabe's smile hadn't gone unnoticed, however, but for now, it's effects would go ignored.

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Sooo... did you like? Sorry if it wasn't very good, but I've had little experience playing with the X-Men characters. Their personalities might be a bit warped, but oh well >^_^< I'm also sorry for the lack of smut >< But, this isn't a PWP, so deal with it XD

If you all review like good little readers, then I'll make the next chapter extra smutty ^_~