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
Disclaimer: Scott, Warren and the X-men are owned by Marvel and co. 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.


Chapter 1.

"Can you believe Xavier gave me a car for my birthday?" Scott asked Warren as he caressed the old Ford Mustang. "It'll need a little work to get it in top shape, but it's worth it for this Baby!"

Warren smiled, “Yeah, it's going to look really cool when you fix it up.” He shuffled his feet a little as he looked at his friend cooing over the car.

"You want to help me wash it? I'll give you a free ride anywhere you want," Scott asked, pulling off his shirt in the bright summer sunshine.

The blond paused a moment, his eyes drawn down to a body that was starting to show signs of the training that Scott was putting in. "S...sure." He shook his head, wondering where his thoughts had been wandering off to?

Scott headed into the garage for buckets and sponges, "Could you get the hose?" After liberally dosing each bucket with soap and tossing a shammy towel over his shoulder, he headed back out to the car.

Warren grabbed the hose and followed Scott. He couldn't understand why he felt a bit uncomfortable in his friends company. They hadn't got on at first, but then they'd become friends and he was used to being relaxed in the other teenager's company so it was quite thought consuming that he now felt almost on edge.

"You going to take your shirt off?" Scott asked as he set down the buckets at Warren's feet.

Warren blinked a little dumbly, looking at Scott then at the buckets. He nodded and started to unbutton, a blush slowly crept up his cheeks. It wasn't the first time that he'd been shirtless in the company of the other guy; in fact there'd been times in the showers when he'd been totally naked. So why should he blush now? And why was it that the realization that he was blushing, made him blush more. He suddenly wished he had something else he should be doing. He tossed the shirt aside and continued to look at the buckets.

Scott grabbed the end of the hose and walked over to the spigot, bent over and attached the line before turning it on full blast. Water suddenly shot out of the other end dousing everything in its path as it began to writhe on the ground.

"Grab it!" Scott yelled as the water snake twisted and turned, dousing Warren's shoes and socks.

Warren yelped and bent down trying to grab a hold of it. By the time he had it secured in his hands he was soaked, water ran down his chest and he flapped his wings to shake the water from them automatically. Even his hair hadn't been spared.

The brunette approached with a grin, "Sorry, 'bout that."

He took the hose from Warren, watching the water droplets cascade down the older teen's muscular chest. The water in Warren's wings caught the light and created dozens of tiny dazzling rainbows. He forced his attention away from the beautiful sight and focused on filling the buckets.

Warren fought down a wave of indignation that was fuelled wholly by the embarrassment of his pants being wet in the crotch region. He didn't dare look down, he was sure he would look like he'd pissed his pants. "Coulda warned me before you turned the water on." He tried to sound grumpy, but it didn't quite come out that way.

"Sorry. You're right, I should've waited until you were ready." Trying to defuse the situation. "You want to go change into some shorts?" he asked. "I'll start on the tires and wheel walls. They're the dirtiest."

Warren shrugged, was there really any point in getting changed? He was already wet. "I'll be fine. What do you want me to do?"

"You sure?" At Warren's nod, he said, "Why don't you start on the top and work your way down while I start on the bottom and work up?" He tossed the shammy onto one of the bushes that lined the drive to the garage before grabbing a sponge out of the partially filled bucket.

As he retrieved a soapy sponge, the blond nodded his assent. He started reaching across to wash the roof of the car, his height and long arms were an advantage but he still had to stretch a bit. He was tempted to beat his wings to lift him but figured it was probably more effort than it was worth. He washed one side of the roof then wandered around to wash it on the other side.

Scott crouched next to the tire as he washed it, trying to get the dirt out of the folds of metal that formed the wheel. The sudden loss of light made him look up and realize it was one of Warren's wings that was putting him in the shade. The first splash from the hose had created a pattern on the front of Warren's pants and his eyes were drawn to it.

As Warren stretched to reach the middle, his wings stretched and fluttered as if this would some how help. Soapy water ran down the sides and down the front windshield. He stepped back and started to soap up the side of the car. Warren's wings relaxed and settled back neatly.

The fluttering of white shade strobing with warm sunlight, made him blink and Scott turned back to the wheel. He saw his reflection in the silvery metal, face and ears tinged pink with embarrassment at possibly being caught looking at another man's package.

As he worked, Warren cast a glance at the other man who seemed to have been spending a hell of a long time on that one wheel. When he fully realized that he was crouched there though, a spark fired and he felt a tingle begin in his groin. Scott was practically on his knees and that sent all kinds of interesting images running through his head. He dropped his sponge and it landed on the floor with a wet splat.

Scott turned at the noise and placing a knee on the ground reached over and grabbed the sponge on the ground. Foam spurted out around his fingers as he squeezed the holey square. A little devil and maybe a dose of envy made him toss it at Warren's chest where it left a foam pattern before returning to earth.

Warren looked down at the foam splat on his chest, he stared at it a moment. Slowly, a smile spread across his face, which broke into a grin... then he started to laugh.

The brunette grabbed up the sponge again, after dipping it into his bucket, he leaned back and tossed it at Warren again. The blond tried to glare, really he did, but it failed miserably. He gave a slight shrug and leaned down to dunk his own sponge then threw it at Scott with a twinkling grin. The younger man barely missed scraping his back on the ground as he leaned back to twist out of the way of the sponge. It hit the ground with a solid Thwak! and sprayed the area with soapy water. An evil grin crossed Scott's face as he shook the water out of his hair and wiped a foamy speck from the red tinged goggles he’d put on, preparing for just such an occurrence while he washed his new car.

Warren was grinning widely as he picked up the sponge that his friend had thrown and dunked it, adopting a fighting stance; he stood ready for the next move. They were at a stand off as each looked at the other, trying to work out what would come next and Scott hoped that the blond couldn't see his eyes behind the goggles searching for the hose. He spotted it and got ready to leap towards it once Warren threw his sponge.

The winged man held his position, there was the occasional flash of brighter red from behind the goggles that kept him from making the next move, he knew that Scott was sneaky and no doubt already had his strategy mapped out. This was confirmed when he faked a move toward his bucket and then ran over to the hose dodging the thrown sodden sponge with a leaping roll onto the grass that bordered the driveway asphalt. He came up with the hose spray handle in a two fisted grip.

After releasing his ammunition Warren had ducked behind the car but it was only as Scott gripped the hose that he realized he wouldn't be safe even there. He came out from behind and started to make his way towards the other man. He held his hands out as if to placate, but the smirk on his face was enough to make anyone wary.

Laughing and with a huge grin on his face, Scott aimed dead into Warren's chest. He let a small amount of water release as a warning shot. He knew Warren was stronger than he was and he was prepared to shoot. Actually, he just wanted the excuse to get the avian wet. Ideas had begun to form in his head and he wasn’t sure of their reception.

Warren tried the glare again, but his laughing belied it, he moved quickly and lunged for the hose. He got a hand on it despite Scott letting rip with the jet of water. Only, at this close a range it meant that they both got equally wet. He directed it downwards, his own crotch had already been soaked so he didn't care, but he revelled in the idea of giving Scott an equally embarrassing wet patch.

Reflexively the brunette cranked the hose full bore when Warren grabbed it. The eruption of water that resulted shot into Warren's chest and back splashed onto his own chest and began running down onto his shorts and shoes. He backed up trying to pull the hose away from Warren's grasp and tripped, falling to the ground. The sudden fall pulled the blond off balance and he stumbled forward, his hands letting go of the hose to shoot out in an attempt to stop his own fall as he landed on top of Scott.

"Uff!" Scott gasped as all the air was knocked out of his lungs. He clung tightly to the hose sprayer with his right while he tried to shove Warren off with his left, but his hand landed in the slick wet feathers and slid down and out landing on Warren's hip.

Warren reached for the hose. He was still laughing, he couldn't remember the last time he'd relaxed and just had fun like this. He also hadn't realized how aroused it had made him and as he reached it caused him to press against his friend. His laughter stopped as a blush crept up his cheeks, knowing that if he could feel his erection then so could Scott. His cheeks burning he moved to roll off, muttering an apology.

The heavy weight of Warren along the length of his body stirred something inside Scott, an awareness that recognized Warren's state of arousal and gave Scott pause and food for thought. His hand tightened on Warren's hip and as the man tried to roll off, Scott rolled with him, pinning Warren's wing beneath him. "Don't move," Scott said breathlessly, moving the hose down to Warren's neck, "or I'll shoot."

Eyes going wide, Warren bit his lip, "Scott..."

Sitting up, Scott spread his legs, trapping Warren between them. The thick ridge of Warren's arousal pressing against his balls made his own cock take notice. His wet shorts suddenly felt colder, tighter. He leaned back down into the warmth of Warren's abdomen and pressed the metal of the hose sprayer into Warren's neck. He whispered, "I've got you. Surrender now."

Warren swallowed hard, the sun was warm on his wet skin and Scott's closeness was doing nothing to help decrease his state of arousal. The word surrender echoed around his head and he felt a shiver run the length of his spine and settle with a throb in his groin. He decided to play along, guessing that he couldn't get anymore embarrassed than he already was. He slowly raised his hands. "I surrender, you've got me... I'm at your mercy." As the words fell from his mouth there was another pulse of pleasure that registered in his hard on.

Scott felt the shiver that rolled through Warren's body followed by the twitch under his sac with a dawning realization. He looked into his friend's face and saw something he never thought he'd see, submission and ... lust? He silently let got of the sprayer and tentatively ran his hand down the face that had haunted his dreams.

Searching his friend's face, Warren almost jumped when the gentle hand caressed his cheek. Then his eyes fluttered and he tried his hardest not to moan, he felt himself turning into the touch, silently requesting more. He opened his mouth to speak but found his mouth was dry and there were no words that would come out anyway. He took a deep shaky breath.

Scott leaned down, watching Warren's eyes closely, tensely, expecting the man to shove him away at any moment, trying to catch him off guard. "Warren?" he whispered, his mouth perilously close to the lips he'd been fantasizing about since he’d first met the winged mutant.

His heart was beating so hard it felt like it was going to burst its way out of his chest. Scott was drawing close and he had no desire in his body to move away. His eyes fixed on pink lips, at the sound of his name he looked up into the red gaze, annoyed that they gave him no clue as to what the other guy was thinking. A dozen responses ran through his mind, but only one fell free from his lips, "Please..."

His own arousal growing more intense at the man submitting to him, he groaned slightly when he pressed into Warren, feeling the man's hard abs against his stiffened flesh. He touched Warren's lips with a feather light touch, still hesitant that he might be getting the wrong signals. The blond avian moaned at the barely there kiss. His lips tingled and he wanted more, the thought scared him. He didn't know where this had come from; he'd never thought of Scott like this before, never thought of guys in a sexual way before. But there he was… wanting his friend to kiss him ... wanting more than that. And they were sprawled on the grass, out in the open and on display for anyone to see. He felt the heat in his face again.

Scott saw the changes in Warren's expression and the tinge of pink that enveloped his face and neck. Was he hurting him? Was he afraid? The stiff cock beneath his ass was an ambiguous sign. Xavier was teaching him to obtain all the facts before making a plan of attack. He needed more data before he could decide what to do. He had the advantage so he decided to use it. He grabbed up the sprayer and climbed off of Warren. If the man was in pain, he'd show it and probably start the water fight all over again trying for supremacy. If it was something else ... he'd do what he told him to do. "All right. Get up. You're my slave now." It was the first thing that came into his mind that got his message across and he could laugh it off as childish play or make it serious depending upon Warren’s attitude.

Warren blinked dumbly up at him. He was trying desperately to work out what Scott's game was. If he did as he was told, would he be laughed at? Was it a trick? He didn't know what to do. He could end up humiliated beyond repair, ruin a friendship, or he could act like it was all a big joke. He was so hard it hurt and he still couldn't figure out his friend's motivation. He cursed silently that he was still blushing. A wave of indignation and rebellion threatened to well up and overwhelm him. His heart thundered in his chest with uncertainty and he wished he was a telepath.

"Warren?" Scott's voice was concerned, "Did I hurt you?"

He shook his head, "N...no." He started to move, to ease himself to his feet.

Scott moved out of the way and held out a hand to help him up, eyeing the wing that had been under them for any signs of injury. Warren took his hand and stood up. He shuddered as he became aware of the cool dampness of his pants.

The brunette noticed the feathers of a wing were askew and Warren's shuddering didn't force them to fall back into alignment. He reached out and combed his fingers through the slick wet quills to straighten them. It sent another shiver down the blond’s spine, accompanied by a soft moan. Very few people knew that his wings were so sensitive.

Scott's hand pulled back sharply, "I thought you said I didn't hurt you?"

"You didn't." Warren's blush grew deeper and his wings fluttered slightly. He wanted to fly away now, wanted to spare himself any further embarrassment.

"I didn't?" Scott smiled, and his eyes drifted back to those stunning wings.

His hand came up and started combing through the feathers once again, watching his friends response. Sure enough, Warren's eyes fluttered closed and he bit down on his lip but it didn't stop the moan of pleasure from escaping. Smiling, his other hand rose up and he started combing with both of his hands, pressing into the feathers until he could feel their shafts, before his fingers sifted through the vanes that rose up from either side.

Warren’s wings positively vibrated in response to the gentle touches, and his breath started to grow ragged. His groin clenched and pulsed and his hands came up to grip his friend’s shoulders in an attempt to steady himself. The tenderness of that exploration was so arousing.

With Warren's pants clinging to him like a second skin, Scott could tell just how much the avian was enjoying his touch. Now he had an idea of what his friend wanted; he could make his fantasies a reality if he pulled the right strings. He continued to comb the soft feathers for another minute and then stopped.

The blond was shaking by the time the caress stopped. He was about two seconds away from coming in his pants. He opened his eyes and looked at Scott, a quiet whimper sounding in his throat.

"We should finish washing the car," Scott said with a nod to the soap swirled vehicle. "Afterwards, I'll have to give my slave a bath and good combing since he's been rolling around in the dirt." He felt incredibly devious; inside he was chuckling, wickedly.

Warren’s jaw dropped, Scott expected him to wash the car, in his state. "You're kidding, right?" He blurted.

Scott pointedly looked down at the front of Warren's pants, "Added incentive to hurry."

He blinked repeatedly. "The sponges are gritty." He pointed out.

"They'll rinse off," Scott smiled and pulled the hose after him, "but I don't know how you're going to get the dirt off those feathers, especially near the base, all by yourself." He said, trying to sound every bit the fake innocent, and wondered if Warren would take the bait.

Warren raised an eyebrow, "Well, since you helped get it there you can help get it off." He said with forced petulance, as he picked up a sponge from the floor and held it out to Scott to rinse off with the hose.

Scott smirked and pulled the lever on the sprayer. While they finished washing the Mustang, he was planning his next few moves and contingency plans in case Warren got off track.

The blond had focused all his efforts on cleaning the car, hoping like hell that his erection would go away if only he tried hard enough. Scott wasn't taking his time either, his hands running the shammy cloth over the vehicle to dry it as efficiently and quickly as possible, pausing only occasionally to check on Warren's progress. "Do you still want help cleaning the dirt out of the base of your wings?" he asked when they were done.

Standing back he admired his handiwork, at hearing Scott's voice, Warren turned his blue eyes on him. "I'd appreciate that." He said quietly, his waning erection suddenly reasserting itself

"You probably have everything you need to clean your feathers in your bedroom shower. I'll meet you there after I get the mustang back into the garage," Scott said opening the car door.

Warren hesitated then nodded before grabbing up his shirt and heading upstairs. His stomach fluttered with nervousness as he pushed into his room.

Scott pulled the car into it's designated parking space and then cleaned up the garage area, putting away the washing and drying materials before heading out to scoop up his shirt and head into the Institute. He nodded to Hank and Jean who were teaching Bobby how the play backgammon in the den before he headed up the stairs to the dorm rooms. Scott stopped by his room and picked up a fresh set of clothes and shoes and as an afterthought, picked up the small tube of lube he usually hid in his underwear drawer. Warren had the corner suite with the private bath because of the space requirements for his wings. Scott knocked on the door, looking down the corridor to see who if anyone observed him going into Warren's room.