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Adventures: ouched By An Angel By Mathias/gothamciti@hotmail.com Note: The following fictitious account is loosely based upon characters created and owned by DC and Marvel comics. It was written for no commercail purpose. Prologue He remembered his costume tearing at the chest. The whip grazed one of his nipples, sending a stinging combination of pain and pleasure all the way to his gut. He remembered the rapid-fire succession of lashes, shredding what he wore and leaving red trails in their wake. He remembered a pair of emerald eyes gleaming in the darkness, mocking his efforts to evade the attack. And as he backed away, she moved closer. He remembered one more snap of the whip, coiling around his waist, pulling apart his belt, ripping the waistband, and finally spinning him like a human top over the ledge of the building and off. His hands reached out wildly at nothing. He remembered hearing the Cat Woman laugh triumphant as he plummeted to certain death. He remembered whispering one name - Bruce - and a crushing sense of regret for all that might have been. Then a pair of heavily muscled arms come from nowhere and cradled him. He was floating. Feathers from what appeared like gigantic wings closed in, then spread apart around him and his rescuer. He remembered a low whispered, "You're safe." The very last thing that Dick Grayson remembered before blacking out was seeing the strong, handsome face of an angel. Part One Dick opened his eyes to bright lights, shaking off the haze in his head. He squinted and tried to sit up. "Oww," he howled, feeling the welts on his body. "Hey take it easy there young man," someone said from the end of the room. In a moment he felt someone easing him back down on the bed. He looked up. It was him! Dick hadn't imagined the whole thing. "Here, let's adjust this a little," the man before him said. The bed silently moved him up to a semi-seated position, affording him a better view of his hero. He stood tall and impressively muscled all over and wearing only a pair of white briefs. Short blonde hair, a wide chest topped by two succulent looking nipples, powerful arms, ripped abs, a heavy package covered by the underwear and tree-trunk like legs speckled with blonde hair. "I must've died and gone to heaven," Dick murmured. The stranger laughed. Then Dick noticed behind the man were wings! He blinked a couple of times to be certain. "Holy religious experience! You are an angel!" Dick exclaimed. "Well, not quite the kind you're thinking," he replied, sitting on the bed beside Dick and looking into his bewildered eyes. "You're beautiful," Dick gasped. The man grinned before he could correct himself. "I mean, uh, your wings look beautiful." The man looked at him knowingly. He understood that Dick was serious about both statements. He turned his head and Dick watched in amazement as the wings unfolded from his back and spread out almost enfolding them both. "You like them?" the man asked as the tip of one wing brushed across Dick's sensitive skin from his left foot, up the leg, just faintly touching his cock, up his tight abs all the way to his well-formed chest. Dick realized for the first time that he was fully naked. But before he could worry about it, he giggled. "Ticklish are you?" the man asked, making his wings retract. Dick nodded and reached out to catch a wing before it retreated. His fingers ruffled through the feathers. "It's like silk," Dick marveled before letting go. The man took a wet sponge from the side of the bed. And proceeded to run it over Dick's bare chest. "Maybe we ought to try this instead," he said. Dick yelped as the liquid stung a bit. "Sorry about that," the man said. "Don't be, you saved my life," Dick said, looking down at the man's big hand sponging his chest making his nipple grow hard. "I had to take your costume off," the man belatedly explained;" Besides with the torn waistband of your pants, your dick was the only thing holding it up." "That's my name," he said shyly. "Huh?" "Dick. Well, Richard but most everyone calls me Dick." The man cleared his throat and chuckled. "Well I guess it's only fitting since you seem to have so much of it...dick, that is." Dick felt himself blush and tried to change the subject. "So, where are we?" "Westchester County," he answered. Suddenly recognition hit. "I know you. You're Angel. You're one of the X-Men" "Nail on the head," he replied. "But call me Warren." There was a moment of silence as Warren sponged Dick's arms. "Thank you for saving my life," he said. "Drop by anytime," Warren grinned. The sponge was circling his navel now and Dick tried desperately to curtail his increasing arousal from Warren's ministrations. "So, this is your headquarters, huh?" Dick said looking around at the surrounding scientific equipment. Warren nodded. "It's the medical lab. I didn't know where else to take you. Unfortunately our genius-in-residence and overall physician Dr. Hank McCoy is out. Well, actually, everyone's out. If I knew how to work any of this Shi'ar gizmos, I'd probably get you up and going in no time." He paused before continuing, "but this is more fun anyway." Dick didn't know how to respond to that but agreed anyway, "It sure is." He looked down. Warren had begun sponging from his left knee moving up his inner thigh. While Dick thought of pointing out that he had no bruises below his torso, he didn't really want Warren to stop now. When the edge of the sponge, along with the tip of Warren's forefinger nudged his balls, a wave of warmth streamed through Dick's entire body. Warren began polishing Dick's peach-sized balls in a tantalizingly slow rolling motion prompting him to heave a sigh. He closed his eyes, surrendering to feeling, his cock expanding to its full eight-inch length and hefty girth until it pushed up to his hairy navel. He opened his eyes to catch Warren studying his every reaction. Warren said, "Well, I don't need any gizmo to get you up and going after all." Dick smiled and almost unconsciously placed a hand on Warren's warm thigh, rubbing it up and down, caressing the blonde hair there and moving closer and closer to the now bulging underwear. Dick stopped when Warren spoke again, "Looks like your tits got hit. They look raw." He moved closer to Dick. "Let's see if I can make it feel better." Without another word, Warren lowered his lips to the red nipple, extended his tongue and began to lightly lick around and around. Dick moaned and just grabbed Warren's pulsing shaft through his briefs. Warren stopped to enjoy the urgently groping hand on his crotch. He watched Dick's face, eyes half-closed, and sensuous lips slightly open panting with heightening lust. Dick gasped, "Warren, I owe you my life...I want to...to show you my gratitude..." Warren pulled Dick's head with a hand and kissed him on the mouth. Dick opened his lips to the probing tongue and sucked on it. "I think you're already doing that Dick," Warren said, pulling away from the kiss and using one hand to push his briefs down to give Dick full access. The young man eagerly grasped Warren's massively swollen cock and balls. "But I want to show you more. Please Warren...please," Dick pleaded. Warren stood up and reluctantly breaking Dick's hold on his immense tool. He pulled off his briefs in one move and climbed the foot of the bed. As soon as he was in range, Dick's hand shot out, almost magnetically attracted, to Warren's fat prick. Dick now used both hands to explore every sizzling inch of the shaft, the swollen cockhead from which precum was oozing like clear lava and the pair of bull balls. Warren gripped his own cock and began to coat its length with slick precum. He then hooked his hands under Dick's knees and hoisted both legs up on his broad shoulders. Dick couldn't hold back his anticipation; he pushed down to offer his bubble butt to the hot poker ready to pry him open. Warren lunged his hips forward, impaling Dick in one powerful move. Dick half-shouted, half-groaned, "Awwww God! Warren!!!" Catching his breath and absorbing the pain caused by the pole prodding inside his ass, Dick moaned, "Fuck me you gorgeous stud!! Fuck Me!!! Make me yours Warren...fuck me hard!" He shook his head from side to side, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as Warren began forcing his massive member in and out of his butt. Dick pulled down his legs from Warren's shoulders and wrapped them around Warren's waist, pulling him to go deeper. Warren happily obliged and started a rolling motion, churning his cock inside Dick, then pounding mercilessly. Dick closed his eyes. He was breathing fast and hard, matching Warren's every stroke, as if that humongous dick was punching out his air. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Dick yelped in staccato, in rhythm to Warren's full balls, slapping his ass as pleasure and pain alternately shot through his body. When he opened his eyes again, Warren was in front of him, his handsome features contorted by lust. He growled at Dick, "You're mine alright! That hot butt's all mine. My big cock's going to take you to heaven and back baby!" Dick growled back, "Yeah! Fuck me! Keep fucking me forever you big stud!!!: He closed his eyes again, relishing the pounding ride and feeling Warren's sweat dripping all over him. But just as Dick thought he was going to faint from sheer bliss, Warren pulled out, leaving his butt happily sore but wanting more. Dick opened his eyes in panic but smiled when he saw that Warren had straddled his chest and was about to feed him that gigantic cock. "I'm going to come!" Warren moaned. Say ah baby!" Not even wasting a second, Dick began furiously sucking at the fleshy pole. He used one hand to urge Warren's butt to pump his throat harder, the other hand to jerk off his own cock. "I'm cuuummmming!!! Auggggh!!!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!" Warren shouted as he jack hammered his cock down Dick's throat, bellowing in ecstasy as he shot load after delicious load into Dick's ravenous mouth. Dick began shooting too; ropes of hot come lathering Warren's back and his now outstretched wings. In a moment, Warren pulled out of Dick's hot mouth, an oversupply of jizz smearing dick's chin and leaving a trail down his chest. They held each other and kissed, tongues wrestling hotly for minutes before Warren whispered to Dick, "I'd better fly you back to the city and give you a chance to get some rest. "But you will drop by for a visit soon, right?" Dick asked. "How about tomorrow night?" Warren grinned. "I'll be waiting," Dick replied, pulling Warren for another long kiss. Interlude Cautiously, he stepped to the side where he was draped by shadows yet able to witness the desperately sexual spectacle beyond the glass windows of the medical lab. In over an hour of standing there, his mind had raced from awe to confusion to wrenching arousal. The years of having been branded an outcast by society, as well as the tumultuous life of being an X-man had taught him to be adaptive to the most shocking of change. And yet, he felt ill prepared to discover this of Warren. They had practically grown up together in this very house. He was brother, friend, comrade. And he loved him. But perhaps most surprising of all was now he realized how much he wished this discovery had happened sooner. He mindlessly toyed with his painfully erect manhood through shorts that were deformed by his desire. Evidently there was much he would have to uncover about Warren... Part Two Having just returned from the city, Warren undressed for the second time that evening. He was already looking forward to seeing dick again tomorrow night. Not even bothering with a towel that couldn't possibly hold back his rampant cock. He strode buck-naked to the communal showers adjacent to the Danger Room. He was startled from his reverie by the sound of a running shower. Who? The answer came instantaneously when he saw Scott under a showerhead; eyes shut behind a pair of ruby quartz and rubber goggles. Water cascading lazily over every perfect bump, slope and ridge of that breathtakingly beautiful body. Warren stared with unabashed wanting. They must've showered in this room a million times together before but Warren never had a chance to just openly stare at Scott. God knows he's sneaked the occasional peak, but no way was he about to let the others - especially Scott - know the secret dreams he always had about their leader. Warren cleared his throat, the sound rising above the soft patter and bouncing off the tiled walls and floors. Scott turned. "Hey Warren." Suddenly Warren bowed his head guiltily, took a shower right beside Scoot and turned the water to a medium setting. "Uh, when did you get in Scott? I thought you guys weren't due till much later." "I didn't go." "What?" Warren was flabbergasted. Could Scott have been in the mansion while...? "I decided to work on a new Danger Room program," Scott explained. "Oh," Warren was practically speechless but even more so as he saw Scott sensuously took his cock in his hand and started soaping it. Lather foamed around the thick shaft and bubbling over his brown bush and fat balls. It was almost as if Scott was jacking off! "You...um...mean you've been in the Danger Room all evening?" Warren asked, unable to tear his eyes off the lewd display of Scott's gradually hardening prick. "Nope. I, uh, passed by the medical lab earlier," Scott paused, dragging his soapy hands all over his terrific chest. Warren's imagination must've been going berserk because he thought he saw Scott pull his nipples for a quick second. "So did you drop off your young friend?" "What? You saw?" Scott shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah, I saw you plowing his sweet butt." "Scott I..." "You know Warren," Scott interrupted. "The thing that truly pisses me off is you obviously felt that you couldn't trust me enough to tell me about this." Warren turned off the water. "Damn it Scott! You have no idea how many times I wanted to tell you." Then he added, "Especially you." Scott faced Warren, still running his hands all over his body, washing away the soap. "The reason I couldn't was...I wanted it so badly to be you. But when you married Jean. I thought it was way too late for my fantasies." Save for the running water, there was an awkward silence as both Scott and Warren let the confession clear the air between them. Scott spoke first, "Warren, this is entirely between you and me and nobody else. You know I love you man." Warren braced himself for Scott's eventual disgust. It wasn't forthcoming. "You know I'd do anything for you," Scott said. "All you ever had to do is ask." Warren suddenly filled with shame for doubting their friendship flung himself at Scott and held him. Scott's arms wound around Warren and pulled him against his warm body. His hand gently caressed Warren's sides. "And it's never too late," Scott whispered huskily into Warren's ears. Warren looked at Scott. He was smiling. Warren smiled back and carefully covered Scott's mouth with his own. In seconds their tongues intertwined wildly while their hands explored each other's hard bodies. Warren felt Scott's hand on his butt, pulling him deeper into the embrace. He felt Scott's massive and turgid organ grinding against his own. Releasing Warren from his kiss, Scott held fistfuls of Warren's blonde hair and pushed his head down. "Come on Warren, show me just how much you want me. Show me how much you've always wanted me." Warren lay his tongue flat against Scott's chest and tasted skin. He licked up and down, taking time to suckle on the nipple jutting proudly from Scott's sculpted chest. Warren then buried his face on Scott's pits and licked him there. He moved lower to the lats and then the six-pack abs, almost terrified to miss a spot. He kissed and licked and nibbled on hot flesh and the water running over it. When he reached Scott's public hair, Warren deeply inhaled the musky scent and became even more ravenous. He couldn't hold back any longer and gobbled up Scott's massive cock in one hearty gulp. So consumed was he with lust he didn't even gag as the full ten inches sank down his throat. Scott howled from the exquisite sensation. "Good God Warren!!!!" He moaned louder, "So fucking good!" The moaning continued and fueled Warren's desire further. He let go of the cock and licked the inside of Scott's firm thighs. Scott splayed his legs open to give Warren more room as he eagerly worked his way to Scott's heavy, cum-filled balls. "Warren, oh baby. Eat me. Eat my balls, yeah!" Warren studied the wide mushroom head, aft, red and wet with water and precum leaking out of the pisshole. He capped it with his burning mouth and sucked hard, running his tongue all over its ridge. His gaping mouth sank deeper and deeper over Scott's tubesteak until his lips covered the whole thing. His hungry mouth slid up and down the shaft, repeating the stroke over and over again tirelessly. All too soon it seemed, Scott's moans grew louder and louder. He began to gyrate his hips, thrusting his cock faster and faster into Warren's welcoming mouth. Warren's hand roamed all over Scott's pistoning ass, feeling, loving every pounding move. "Auuugggghhhh!" Scott shouted. Warren let the immense tool go to watch Scott's first explosion from the bulbous head and splattering searing fluid across his face. He plunged his mouth over the cock in time for the second shot. He swallowed fast as the continuous gush of delectable cream flooded his mouth. The sweet taste of Scott's warm cum drove Warren over the edge and his own cock began spewing semen all over the tile floor and Scott's feet. Warren finally released Scott's delicious prick after the last spasms and proceeded to lick it clean. He stood up and sank into Scott's strong, waiting arms. "You are one magnificent stud Scott Summers," Warren whispered. "Remember Warren, I'm always here for you," Scott whispered back, kissing him gently. "Always." "How about now?" Warren asked, grinning. Scott laughed and pulled Warren even closer, his finger groping for Warren's supple yet firm butt and finding them quivering with anticipation.