Title: Heaven sent 9

Author: Morgana (morganalebeau@yahoo.com)

Website: http://www.oocities.org/morganalebeau/

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Heaven sent

By Morgana

 

Chapter Thirty-Three

Ireland
"Remy, thanks for talking to me. I guess I will have to be patient and see how things work out." Scott is reluctant to let go of Remy's hand, which he is shaking. "Please call, email or write me the old-fashioned way?"
A sad smile plays across Remy's face. Only now he realizes he doesn't really want Scott to leave yet. "What are you goin' to tell de oders?"
"That depends on you, Remy." Scott is grateful that Bobby and Warren gave them this private moment to say good-bye. "If you want me to keep quiet about you being alive I will do that."
But Remy knows better. "Jean and de professor will read it in your mind."
"Maybe, but I'm willing to take that risk. I've got some pretty strong shields." It still feels odd to look into the golden eyes, but he loves the change.
"Non," Remy decides. " I don' want to be de reason for you arguin' wid your wife. You can tell dem? just don' tell dem where I am." It's a hard decision, but he thought about it last night. "I don' want Jean mournin' my deat' while I'm still 'live."
"Thanks, Remy. I will make sure no one knows where you are." Scott carefully hugs him. "Any messages you want me to deliver?"
"Tell Jean I'm sorry dat I let her t'ink I was dead," Remy says eventually.
"That's it?"
"Oui." Feeling awkward, he walks Scott to the Black Bird. "I'll keep in touch."
"Let me know when you're ready to confront Rogue? I will make sure you won't face her alone," he offers, realizing how hard returning to the mansion must be for Remy, even if it's only to confront Rogue and then leave again.
"I will," he promises nervously.
Scott stops walking and waits until Remy does the same. "My little brother."
"I ain' little!" Remy tries to sound offended, but can't pull it off. "So, I got a big broder now??"
"Yes." Scott searches Remy's eyes. "Want me to try and contact Corsair?"
"Non," Remy states resolved. "Not yet."
"Too soon? I understand that. Now, give me one last hug?" Scott is nervous. "The only other person I hug this much is Jean," he confesses softly. "Alex hated hugs."
Remy doesn't react verbally. Instead, he simply allows Scott to hold him.
"Scott? We need to get going!" Bobby calls out and signals his friend to come onboard. Damn! Why doesn't he have a camera when he needs one?
"I'm coming, Bobby." Scott squeezes Remy's shoulder. "I got your addy? I will send you a message when I get home, telling you how the others reacted to the news of you being alive."
"Cyke?"
"Scott," he corrects Remy.
"Bien, Scott," Remy says, giving in and smiling weakly. "Merci for goin' back to Antarctica."
"That really means a lot to you, doesn't it?" Scott wishes he had returned earlier so he had been the one to find Remy.
"Oui, you need to get goin'? Scott. Bobby's gettin' impatient." Remy looks down at his shoes, wondering why he's feeling this emotional.
"We'll talk again, brother. I promise." With a heavy heart Scott enters the Black Bird and gets ready to help Bobby for take off. Seeing Remy's lone figure in front of the house tears at his heart. It's a pity Remy doesn't want to return to Westchester. He would have loved to spend more time with his brother.
"Rem?" Warren wraps an arm around his lover's waist and kisses his collarbone. "Scott will be just fine."
"I know dat," Remy sighs in reply. The Black Bird's engines roar and the plane gains more height. Within seconds it's gone from view.
"You're feeling a little depressed here," Warren remarks knowingly. "What about taking our new car and driving to Dublin to spend the day? Maybe we will even run into Jean-Luc and Logan."
"I'd like dat," Remy replies honestly. "Mais I want to take a shower first."
"Okay, in the meantime I will try and get some directions on driving to Dublin. Don't want to end up lost." Warren pulls his love into the house with him. Wolvie gives them hungry looks.
"You forgot to feed him?" Remy correctly interprets that look.
"Yeah, I will do that while you shower." Warren nudges him towards the staircase.
"Ange? Join me for dat shower?"
"You want me too?" Warren gives him a probing look, uncertain what he hopes to find in those puzzling eyes. Remy knows better than to tempt him with sex for the wrong reasons.
"I know what I'm doin' and why I'm doin' it." Remy peeks from underneath his lashes at his lover's face. "I want to make you cum."
"It's tempting," Warren confesses and takes Remy's hand in his. "Why do you want to do that?"
"To give you pleasure, cher. I want to feel you." He waits long moments, but Warren remains silent. "Because I love you, cher," he adds eventually, wondering what Warren wants to hear.
"Okay?" Warren says slowly. "I will join you, but I need to feed Wolvie first."
Feeling victorious, Remy grins smugly. "You won' regret it, cher."
Warren chuckles softly. "We'll see about that."
Thoughtfully, Warren steps out of his jeans and removes his shirt. He can only hope Remy is ready to take this step and is doing this for the right reasons. Spreading his wings he stretches his body. Did he really propose to Remy last night? Grinning madly, he studies himself in the mirror and the grin fades. He hates this blue skin.
"Cher?"
Remy's voice urges him to leave his musings behind and he steps into the steamy bathroom. "Rem?" He locates his lover and steps underneath the warm water beams. "You removed the bandage," he notices concerned.
"Oui, have a look at it, cher?"
Warren does and a small, "Uh," leaves his lips. "It's gone. Not even a scar. That's why you were suddenly healing up so fast." With a sense of pride he takes in Remy's smooth body. "And it's all mine," he quips in delight. Small droplets of water seem to possessively cling to his lover's skin, unwilling to slide down the buttocks.
Warren reaches for the shampoo to wash his hair when Remy stops him.
"Let me," he offers and he squeezes some shampoo into his hand. Slowly, he massages Warren's scalp. "Bien?"
"Perfect." Loving the feel of those expect fingertips moving over his skin he releases a sigh of deep contentment.
"Rinse," Remy announces and pulls him closer. "Now it's time for step two," and he grabs the soap, lathering Warren's skin. "You like?"
"That's the dumbest question I ever heard!" Warren growls as agile fingers move over his back, rub his ass and then steal over to his belly. "Geeze, Rem!" He arches his back as his lover's fingers teasingly move over his semi erect penis. He takes hold of Remy's hands and cradles them in front of his chest. Looking Remy in the eye he asks, "What do you want me to do?"
Remy trembles, hearing that question. "Would you turn 'round?" He wants to pleasure this man, make him cum and hear him scream his name.
"I can do that." Warren wonders if Remy hears the nervousness in his voice.
"Je t'aime, cher. I want to make you feel good."
It's a two-way thing, Warren realizes. Remy trusted him enough to let him go down on him and now he has to show Remy the same trust. "Just don't do anything that makes you uncomfortable," Warren says pleadingly.
"Turn 'round." Remy lets his hands wander down his lover's chest and as Warren obeys, they end up on his lover's buttocks instead. "Cher, you take my breat' 'way," he compliments his lover. "Let me take care of you." He rests his body against Warren's and places his lover's hands against the wall. "You might need de support," he adds wickedly.
"Geeze, Rem, I'm already hard. Have mercy!" Warren leans forward and spreads his legs. "What are you going to do?"
"Spread your wings?"
"Sure." Warren takes a deep breath and obliges his lover, who nestles his body in between his wings. One of Remy's hands moves closer to his groin. "Rem," he pleads breathlessly. Just feeling Remy's hard body behind him, pressed into his almost makes him cum!
"Easy, cher," Remy admonishes him. "I didn' even start yet!" He curls his fingers around the throbbing erection and rubs the tip with his thumb. Warren rocks hard against him and Remy presses even closer into him.
Warren's head jerks back, feeling his lover's cock press against his buttocks. "Just like in my fantasy," he growls through clenched teeth.
Remy smiles and slowly strokes his lover's slippery cock. "Better dan your fantasy?"
"Much better! Make me cum?" Warren pants softly as Remy's cock teases his cleft. "Wow," he exclaims passionately.
Remy concentrates on the needy body in front of him. He may pretend to know what he's doing but he is new at this game too. In past relationship and one night stands he always ended up being the passive and submissive one, but with Warren it's different. He loves being able to give his lover this amount of pleasure.
Looking down he stares in wonder at Warren who's rocking back against him, almost trying to grip his cock between his buttocks. It's an amazing sight. //And I'm doin' dis to ange, makin' him lose his mind!// "Cher?" he whispers affectionately and drops to his knees.
"Rem!" He screams his need as a hand parts his buttocks, stealing closer and finally touching his entrance. "What are you doing? You're driving me insane!" Remy's right hand is still pumping him slowly, keeping him on the edge of release.
"I hear you, ange," Remy whispers and licks his lips. Carefully, he massages his lover's entrance, cautious not to slip inside. But suddenly Warren rocks back hard and one fingertip disappears into the tight passage. "Cher, calm down!" Shocked and startled, Remy pulls back. Warren doesn't know how much this will hurt and he returns to fondling his balls.
"Don't stop, Rem. That felt great? " Warren is balancing on the edge. "Please, love!" He bends forward, supporting himself with his hands, unsure what he's asking for. All he knows is that his cock is screaming for release.
Remy swallows hard, reaching a decision. "Bien, cher. Will make you cum." He parts those delicious buttocks again and licks the cleft, slowly making his way to the centre of his lover's arousal.
Warren quavers violently when Remy's tongue slips inside his body, dancing, massaging his flesh and the tight muscles. "Rem!" he pants the name over and over again like a prayer. "Rem, please!'
Feeling more confident because of Warren's enthusiastic response, he pushes in deeper, tasting his lover. His tongue thrusts deeper and pulls back again, making Warren squirm with pleasure.
"Rem, I?" Words fail him as muscles contract, almost expelling his lover's tongue and he shoots his cum into Remy's hand. Rocking hard, he yelps at the loss of his lover's tongue inside him and he regrets cuming this quickly. Exhausted, he falls onto his knees, but sighs as Remy pulls him to his chest. "That was fucking incredible," he moans, still relishing tiny waves of pleasure, which continue to run through his body.
"Wasn' sure you'd like it," Remy says shyly.
Warren turns around in the embrace so he's facing his lover again. Warm water still cascades down their bodies, washing away the milky cream. "What the hell did you do? I thought I was going to die!" Warren looks down and smiles, realizing Remy came as well.
"No hands dis time," Remy whispers teasingly, noting his lover's glance.
"What was that thing you did with your tongue?" Warren doesn't try to hide the admiration or curiosity in his tone. "I want to be able to do that for you too!"
Remy blushes. "Loved to eat you, cher."
"Wicked Cajun!" Warren pulls him close and kisses him passionately. His tongue slips inside and he tastes himself. Suddenly, his feelings of euphoria die. "Rem, are you okay? You didn't have to do that."
"I'm bien, ange." Remy's tone is soft and gentle. "I never did that for anyone? no one? You're de first. De Antiquary wanted me to do dat to him, mais I always refused."
"Love," Warren holds him close, tasting the hidden pain in those words. "Thanks for this beautiful gift."
Remy grins, feeling strangely shy. "I did 'kay den?"
"Oh, Rem," Warren sighs in understanding. "I loved it."
"You want to go to Dublin now?" Remy feels the need to distance himself from the memories before he bursts out in tears for all the unnecessary pain he suffered as a child.
"Sure, love." Warren recognizes the effort to distract him, but allows it. "But I need to get something special for you, so I will leave you alone for a few moments and don't you dare follow me!"
"Gettin' somet'in' special for me?" Remy repeats surprised.
"A gift? from me to you," Warren clarifies, "And I want it to be a surprise."
Remy pulls them to their feet and holds his love just a little longer, relishing his closeness.

"I hate dat image inducer," Remy proclaims the moment they venture into the streets of the city. He's never been in Dublin and curiously he takes in his surroundings, hiding his eyes behind sunglasses.
"Why?" Warren ignores possible looks they might attract and gently takes hold of his lover's hand, intertwining their fingers.
"I love your wings, dat exotic blue skin?"
"I hate my blue skin," Warren admits in an unguarded moment. Hearing Remy's surprised yelp he shrugs his shoulders. "Makes me even more of a freak."
Remy's shocked. "I never knew?"
"Don't worry about it, Remy. I might not like it, but I can live with it. Okay, first we're going to get the groceries."

"I don' like dat blend of tea!"
Warren sighs. "Next time, I'll get our groceries alone!"
"Don' buy dose cornflakes! I like dese!" and Remy unceremoniously exchanges them.
"Why don't you get the fruit and vegetables and I finish up here?" Warren sighs exasperated. He almost despairs seeing Remy's wicked expression.
"Oui, I will get de bananas and cucumbers?"
"Why those?" Warren's afraid to ask.
Remy leans in closer and whispers into Warren's ear. "You might find out later," and hurries away.
Warren quavers. "Crazy Cajun!" He gets the rest of the groceries and when he meets up with Remy again he sees that his lover collected a large number of exotic fruits, as well as cucumbers, greens and lettuce. "Tease!"
"And you love it!"
After they made their way back to the car Warren tries to get his bearings again. He needs to find a jewellery shop. "I will be back in 30 minutes. Don't get yourself into trouble. I will meet you in that pub," and he points it out to Remy. "Be a good little Cajun!"
Remy laughs warmly, shakes his head and goes his own way. He's going to do some shopping of his own!

30 Minutes later Warren walks into the pub, pleased with his purchase, which is safely tucked away in his pocket. The pub is barely illuminated, but he quickly locates his lover in the corner. But Remy's not alone. Jean-Luc and Logan are sitting at the same table.
"Hello again," Warren greets them and sits down. The waiter walks up to him and he orders some black coffee. "What a coincidence!" He studies Logan's tired eyes. "Looks like you didn't get much sleep last night." He bites his lip in order not to add something wicked.
Remy gives his father a sly look and then his eyes return to study Logan's wrists. "Cher, I think poppa hand cuffed Wolvie to de bed."
Logan spits out his beer and Warren almost chokes on his sip of coffee. "Remy!" The two men exclaim simultaneously.
But Jean-Luc just smiles contentedly. He loves the change in his son and realizes he made the right decision in trusting Warren weeks ago. Remy's growing stronger. His son's changed eyes surprised him at first, but then he realized it's probably because the angelic part of Remy's soul is gaining in strength as well.
"Remy? We're leaving for Paris tomorrow." Jean-Luc approves of the smile Remy gives him. His son is letting go, no longer clinging to him for safety and love. Looks like he found that with Warren, for which Jean-Luc is incredibly grateful.
"We're staying a little longer," Warren replies, seeing the entranced look in his lover's eyes and he can't help but think back to what happened earlier in the shower. "We kinda like it here."
"Oui," Remy confirms. "I like bein' here wid ange."
Warren gives him a warm look. "We'll stay until we're ready to leave."
Logan grumbles low in his throat, "Lovesick teenagers."

Back at the house Remy and Warren carry the groceries into the kitchen. Wolvie is glad to see they're back and walks towards them. He enjoyed being back in the forest, but he's even gladder to see Remy again. It's obvious he wants to stick around.
"Hungry?" Remy puts more dog food in the bowl and refreshes the wolf's water supply. "What do you think, ange? Are we stuck wid him?"
"I guess so." Warren puts the image inducer on the coffee table, sits down and stretches his legs. "Rem? Come here."
Remy joins him eagerly and moves into his lover's arms. "What did you buy me?"
"Curious huh? You'll have to wait until Valentine's day!"
"But dat's like?. Two weeks!" Remy's eyes plead. "Can' I have it now?"
"No," Warren states resolved. "And those puppy dog's eyes won't help!"
"It's bien, cher. I can wait," Remy decides on a different approach.
"Don't think about peeking at it! If I catch you doing that I'm going to return it to the shop!" Warren breathes the words into his lover's ear and feels Remy's goose flesh underneath his fingertips. "Come on. We'll watch some TV and have a snack."
Remy makes himself comfortable in Warren's arms and sighs blissfully.

Westchester
"Scott!"
He turns around to face his wife and his mentor. Both telepaths came to the hangar to talk to him and he knows he can postpone this conversation, but not avoid it. From the corner of his eye he catches Bobby slipping outside, doubtlessly on his way to meet Nicholas.
"Scott?" Jean's worried. Scott looks exhausted, but at the same time his minds feels full of energy. "Where have you been? Why did you leave like that?"
Scott considers his options. "Bobby and I had a talk with Warren and? Remy." The two telepaths look at him as if he lost his mind. "No, I am rational, sir," he says, addressing the professor. "Remy's alive. He survived."
"You found your brother," Jean realizes, making the connection at once. "That's why you left like that."
"I couldn't run the risk of you finding out before I had a chance to talk to him."
"Is he coming back?" Jean doesn't know what she's feeling. Relief, yes, but also? anger.
"Why are you angry?" Scott asks concerned, surprised to read that particular reaction in her mind.
"He had to make it on his own, Scott. We should have been there to help him." Jean rubs her eyes. Since Scott took off she hasn't been able to sleep. Worried, she presses herself against his chest. Immediately, his arms fold around her protectively.
"He's okay now. We need to concentrate on that and no, he isn't coming back for a long time. He told me he's through with the team."
Charles knows he failed his student. None of this is Scott's fault, or Rogue's. It's his. He didn't pay attention to what was going on with his students. Being honest with himself he has to admit he always neglected Remy's needs, but the Cajun always appeared so strong and focussed!
"Can we tell the others?" Jean whispers softly.
"Yes, but I can't tell you where he is. I owe him that. I gave him my word." Scott sees acceptance in their eyes. "But Warren told me that they will be back to talk to Rogue once Remy's up to that."
"Uh, Scott?" Jean shuffles her feet. "Betsy is here as well. How do you think they will react to hearing that Warren and Remy are lovers?" She saw the two men in Scott's mind, one of the images he offered to share with her and she drew her conclusions.
"I don't care," Scott says calmly. "Warren and Remy are happy. Isn't that what matters?"
Charles nods his head. "Come, we should tell the others."

Hank grins hearing the good news and feels terribly relieved. He still blames himself for not returning to Antarctica. He witnessed the trial and didn't try to help afterwards. His eyes come to rest on Joseph who's sitting opposite Rogue, obviously trying to keep his distance. Joseph is smiling, relieved as well. Rogue however is biting her lip.
Anger? Hank wonders about Rogue. Shouldn't she be happy to hear Remy survived? The woman is a mystery, one he can't seem to solve. His glance travels to Betsy, whose face is bereft of all emotion. Hank briefly shivers. Yes, Warren is better of with Remy as a lover. Betsy sometimes gives him the creeps, though he's not sure why.
And then there is Scott. Hank enjoys seeing the bright smile on his friend's face, remembering only too well how depressed Scott was before finding out that his brother was still alive. //Will take me some time to get used to thinking of them as brothers,// Hank muses.
Rogue and Betsy's silence surprised him at first, but Hank realizes they can't really object to this development. It's beyond their control. //Good.//
"It goes against nature."
Storm's remark at hearing that Warren and Remy are lovers doesn't surprise him. She reacted the same way when Bobby finally found the courage to tell them about his sexual preference. Her rejection hurt Bobby and he tried to reason with Storm, showing her scientific evidence that explained homosexuality, but she refused to listen. He sighs, wondering if she will ever outgrow her prejudice.
Hank gets to his feet, walks over to Scott and rests his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Should you contact Remy, let him know I'm happy for them." After making that statement, he returns to his lab, hoping Bobby found his true love in Nicholas. He wants his best friend to be happy. Closing the door behind him he concentrates on his research again.

Bobby presses the doorbell, feeling more than just nervous for having cancelled their date. "I have a guilty conscience," he whispers and holds his breath as the door opens. "Nick, I am so sorry," he whispers softly and then presents one red rose to his lover.
Nicholas licks his lips. "Baby, come inside." He accepts the rose and pulls his lover inside. "I was just eating pizza. Are you hungry? I can feed you," he offers wickedly.
Relieved that he's been forgiven Bobby sinks down onto the couch. He loves the interior of Nicholas apartment, which is decorated with paintings and ancient sculptures, showing a guest that a history lover resides here.
He observes Nicholas as he gathers the pizza, two glasses and a bottle of red wine. "It's your eyes, you know," he whispers gently. "They're so green, so cat like."
"I thought you said it was my hair," Nicholas quips in return, playing along as he pours the wine and offers Bobby a glass.
"Yeah, I love your hair too. It's incredibly black and I love to run my fingers through those long silky locks." He slides down onto the floor, rests his back against the sofa and allows Nicholas to feed him a bite of pizza. "You're not mad with me because I took off like that?"
"No, I am not mad with you. How can I? But you can make it up to me tonight." Nicholas takes a sip of his wine and savours Bobby's hungry expression. He will never understand why people are so scared of mutants. Bobby is one of the kindest persons he ever met.
"Just don't freeze my little toe again!" He remembers Bobby's little payback a few nights ago when he refused to get up for classes. He wanted to spend the day with his new lover, but Bobby made it very clear that going to uni was important. "Too damn sensible," he mutters beneath his breath.
"Want me to freeze something else?" Bobby teases in return and strokes the bulge through his lover's jeans.
"Don't you dare do that, Robert Drake!" Nicholas giggles. "I had too much wine."
"Wanna move this to the bed?" Bobby inquires wickedly. They decided to wait with making love until they felt more secure in this relationship, but that doesn't stop them from exploring their bodies and giving each other pleasure. "Or do you have to study?"
"I need to finish a paper on the French Revolution, but I can do that in the morning." Nicholas smiles, gets up and pulls Bobby towards the bedroom. "Come on, sweetheart. I want to touch you."
Smiling, Bobby doesn't resist and follows his lover into the bedroom.

 

Chapter Thirty-Four

Valentine's Day
"Get up, sleepyhead!" Warren pokes his lover playfully. "It's time for our morning run!" Looking down at the dishevelled Cajun he grins smugly. These last 2 weeks have been the best of his life. Remy is a passionate lover and although they haven't gone all the way yet, the physical side to their relationship turned out better than he ever hoped.
"Let me sleep!" Remy groans playfully. He's fully awake, but determined not to give in easily. "Make it wort' my while!" From under the lashes of his right eye he peeks at Warren and sighs. His lover is fully clothed, wearing sweats and too awake for this time of day? correction, morning!
"It's 1000 AM, Remy! Time to get up and to start moving." Ten days ago they started to run 4 miles each morning and their stamina is almost back to its old level. "Wolvie is getting impatient. You know how much he loves to run in the morning!"
Remy groans, pretending annoyance, but secretly he loves teasing Warren. "Have mercy, ange! It's Valentine's Day! You're supposed to pamper me all day long!"
Warren laughs warmly. "Come on, lazy Cajun!" He grabs the comforter and throws it onto the floor. The sight of Remy's naked body makes his heart beat a faster rhythm. He completely forgot that they ended up doing a striptease last night and Remy won after adding his special lap dance act. "I could eat you, Rem," he says teasingly and wonders about Remy's blush. At times his lover seems oddly vulnerable.
"You no fun!" Remy pouts, but then stretches his body and slowly gets to his feet. Suddenly his eyes light up. "Ah, today I get my present!"
"Shit?" Warren teases in return. "I forgot where I hid it from your greedy eyes."
Remy ignores the remark and strolls into the bathroom. "Can' we skip runnin' today?"
Warren grins and points at the doorway. Impatiently, Wolvie paces the corridor. "Does that answer your question?"
Remy sighs, splashes some water onto his face and slips into some sweats as well. He might dislike the running routine, but he loves taking a shower with Warren afterwards to get cleaned up. "Can' disappoint Wolvie," he whispers amused and puts on his cross trainers. "When do I get my present, ange?"
"Keep pushing me and I will make you wait until tomorrow," Warren quips. He turns around and leaves the room.
Reluctantly, Remy follows and throws a regretful glance at their warm bed, which Warren shared with him only minutes ago. As he walks outside he licks his lips at the sight of Warren doing his stretching exercises. Sneaking up on his lover, he stands behind Warren and grabs his lover's hips, pulling his ass closer to his groin.
Warren's smile grows warmer and is coloured with passion and desire. "Later, Cajun! Work comes before pleasure!" Wriggling back, he grows aroused at the mere sensation of Remy's erection pressing against his buttocks. Melancholy, he thinks back to all the wonderful intimate moments they shared and can't help but hope that Remy will one day be ready to make love to him. But taking it slowly like this is the right thing to do. He knows that.
"Let's get dis over wid den. Last one home makes breakfast!" And before Warren has a chance to respond he takes off into the forest, Wolvie hot on his trial.
"You little?" Warren bites down the rest of the remark, too happy that Remy is back up to his old tricks. Trying to make up for lost time he starts running as well.

"Hum? bien! You're a good cook, ange!" Remy leans back, rubbing his well-stuffed belly. Warren finished last and prepared breakfast without complaining about unfair treatment? after they took a very relaxing shower. Mentally, he giggles. Seeing Warren cum is always an amazing sight. A sight, which he loves very much and gets to see every morning? and sometimes during the evening as well!
He gets up to help Warren to do the dishes and uses the moment to study his lover. Today is the big day. At least, that's what he's decided. He isn't sure though he can go through with his plan. Can he make love to Warren or will painful memories or even flashbacks keep him back? He wants to love Warren the way his lover deserves to be loved.
Two days ago they went back to Dublin and without telling Warren, he bought some stuff. //Condoms? don' even know if we need dem. We should discuss dat? I got tested in de hospital after Antarctica and I'm clean? mais what 'bout him? And lube? lots of lube?// Thinking about taking Warren makes him nervous. What if he hurts his lover? It's not like he has a lot of expertise and he wants Warren to remember his first time as beautiful.
"You're awfully quiet," Warren muses aloud, finishing his part of the boring chore. Standing behind his lover he folds his arms around his waist. "What are you brooding about this time?"
"I was wonderin'," Remy starts, "You want to open de present I got you?"
"You got me a present too?" Warren smiles. "Should have known. What did you get me, love?"
His teasing mood disappears and Remy pulls his lover onto the couch. "Sit down. I'll get it."
Warren shakes his head. "Let me get yours as well."
After staring at each other for a long moment they both run off in different directions, trying to make it back first. Warren wins this time and he sinks onto the couch, hiding his gift behind his back.
Remy arrives a moment later and drops onto the sofa next to him. "Who goes first?"
"What if we give the presents simultaneously?" Warren suggests with a grin.
"Like dat idea!" Remy fumbles behind his back. "On de count of t'ree? one, two, t'ree!" With a victorious smile he presents the small box to his lover. Stunned, he realizes that Warren is offering him a similar jewellery box.
Both burst out laughing and Warren is the first to calm down. "What if we bought the exact same thing?"
"Would prove we're telepat's as well!" Remy says jokingly and accepts Warren's gift. Expectedly, he looks at his lover. "Can I open it?"
"Rem, before you do that?" Warren takes a deep breath. "You still owe me an answer."
Remy immediately understands what Warren is talking about and lowers his eyes. He's been expecting this one. "Remy Wort'ington, non?"
"Yeah, you got an answer for me, love? I can wait if you need more time." He doesn't want to pressure Remy, but he has been living with this uncertainty for 2 weeks now and he needs the answer.
"Mebbe you should open my present instead? it holds my answer," Remy whispers nervously. How can he possibly deny Warren? He loves the man so much it hurts.
Equally nervous, Warren takes a deep breath and opens the gift box. "Oh, Rem? maybe you are a telepath!" he whispers touched. Inside the box is a Claddagh ring, made of white gold. Twelve brilliant cut diamonds surround the central heart shaped diamond. "Rem?" he sighs and then looks his lover in the eyes. "I take it this is yes?"
"Oui, I want to spend de rest of my life wid you, ange," Remy whispers softly. "I couldn' decide at de shop." He looks at the ring; uncertain whether he made the right choice. His eyes are full of doubt. "Liked dis one best. Mais if you want a different one you can?"
"I love it, Rem!" Warren exclaims happily. "Now open yours." He doesn't touch the ring yet, waiting for the right moment, waiting for Remy to open his gift.
Remy's hands tremble when he flips back the lid. "Oh, cher?" Words fail him as he looks at the Claddagh ring in his hands. Trained thief's eyes immediately roam the valuable ring, crafted in 18ct yellow gold and set with twelve brilliant cut diamonds, which surround a sparkling heart shaped diamond. "You know de meanin' of dis gift, cher?" he asks after finding his breathing again.
"Yeah," Warren replies with a sigh and takes Remy's ring out of the box to offer it to his lover. "The ring epitomises the expression of lasting love and eternal friendship. The heart symbolises love, the hands friendship and the crown loyalty and fidelity. It's how I feel about you, love. Can I??"
Shyly, Remy locks eyes with him. "Put it on my finger?"
"Yeah, how do you want to wear it?" Warren asks slyly.
"Cher," Remy sighs nervously. "Only one way for me to wear it, non?"
"Want me to put it on your left hand with the heart turned inwards?" Warren cocks his head, still wondering how they ended up with similar gifts.
"Dat means our love is forever, non?" Remy whispers, hoping he remembers right. Jean-Luc told him about the Claddagh rings when he was training to become a thief, telling him how valuable these rings are. "Can' believe we picked de same t'ing."
Smiling, Warren puts the ring on his lover's finger. "You're mine forever now, Rem."
Remy swallows the lump that formed in his throat. "Je t'aime, cher." In turn, he takes hold of the ring he bought his lover and puts it on Warren's finger. "Feels like I'm marryin' you," he whispers, suddenly glad he told Warren about Belladonna and his ill fated marriage late one night when he tried to explain his hesitance to accept Warren's proposal. That night, Warren's eyes radiated understanding.
"But we are going to stay together until death do us part."
"Don' say dat, cher," Remy whispers and shivers. "Want to be wid you forever." Feeling a little shy, he stares at the ring at his finger. It actually feels like it belongs there. Odd.
"I'm glad you like my gift, love." Amused, Warren follows Remy's mesmerized stare. "What do you want to do the rest of the day?"
"I?" Remy wavers and hesitantly locks eyes with his lover. "Want to make love wid you, cher."
Warren's heart misses a beat. "Are you sure about that, Rem? We can wait." Their love life is already filled with passion and bliss. Remy has given him more love than any other of his lovers.
"I'm sure," Remy states determinedly. "Mais I would like to talk 'bout it first."
Pleased, Warren leans back, pulling his lover into an embrace. "That would make me feel way more comfortable too."
Playing with a strand of golden hair Remy nods his head. "You still want me to take you?"
"Rem, you need to ask?" He grins. Their intimate moments focused on one particular theme lately, Remy making him moan, squirm and beg by putting his tongue and fingers to work. "I'd love to feel you inside me, Rem." The sheer memory of the things Remy did to him with those talented tongue and fingers instantly makes him hard.
"You've been so gentle with me, so careful. I love it when you take control like that. I don't know how it will feel to have you inside me. You're a lot bigger than those three fingers you use to make me beg, but I'm sure we can make this work."
Remy licks his lips. "I will be careful. Don' want to hurt you, cher."
"I know that, Rem." Warren kisses his lover's lips and then cocks his head. "I take it you got tested while you were in the hospital in Houston?"
"Oui, dey checked on it. I'm clean, cher?" Remy wonders how to phrase this. "Want to use condoms?"
Warren realizes the reason behind the question. "I always used a condom when I had sex with Bets. Always practiced safe sex. I slept around a lot in my wild days? I learned to be careful. After Betsy and I split up I got tested. Clean as a whistle."
"We're goin' to use condoms den?"
"What would you prefer?" Warren returns the question. Now that he committed to this man for life he would love to break down all barriers.
Remy considers the question. "We can do wit'out dem."
"Let me guess, You already bought them? Guess they will never leave the package!"
"And lube," Remy confesses.
"You've been planning this, sneaky Cajun!" Warren teases warmly and suckles the skin near the collarbone, leaving behind a passion mark.
"Wanted to be ready," Remy chuckles. Talking about this takes away his nervousness. "Did you pick a position from de gay kama sutra?"
"I've been thinking about that," Warren admits. "I would love to see your face when we make love."
Remy nods his head. "Feel de same way, cher? mais your wings might get in de way."
"I'm flexible," Warren assures him. "And I also would like to have some control."
"Bien?" Remy rests his head against his lover's chest. "T'ink I know a way for you to have control, see my face and me still bein' on top."
"Want to share?" Warren asks in a wicked tone. "I'm curious here."
"You trust me to?" Remy's voice trails off.
"I trust you to be gentle and to take good care of me? judging from our current love life I get the creepy suspicion we're going to blow our heads of? figuratively speaking?" Warren laughs.
"Tonight? Want to make love to you tonight," Remy whispers in a heavy tone as Warren's tongue sneaks up his throat. "Cher?"
Greedily, he nibbles on Remy's ear lobe. "Tonight," he agrees and gazes affectionately at the ring Remy's wearing? his ring!

"Dinner was great, Rem! Never knew Cajun food tastes this great."
"Merde," Remy teases, "Means I get to do all de cookin' 'round here, non?"
"Yeah." Warren loves the soft music floating through the living room. Wolvie left the house to roam the woods, trying to get rid of his pent up energy from being stuck inside most of the day. They got the house to themselves and knowing what's going to happen tonight makes him a little nervous.
Looking at Remy's spectacular eyes Warren draws him deeper into his arms. Remy trembles slightly, telling Warren he isn't the only one nervous here. Warren isn't sure whether he should bring the subject of making love up again. He doesn't want to kill the delightful expectation floating through their bodies, but he will blow this off if Remy feels too uncomfortable.
Maybe, maybe he should just let things happen instead. "Rem? Love you." Remy shoots him a brilliant smile and Warren relaxes slightly. Leaning in closer he instigates their first kiss, turning Remy around until his lover faces him, straddling his hips. "I love kissing you," he whispers affectionately. Yes, this will work, but they need to take things slow.
Parting his teeth Remy allows him entry and engages his lover's tongue in a lazy duel. He places his hands on Warren's chest, feeling the hardening nipples press against the shirt. "Tell me you want me?" he asks awkwardly.
"I want you, Rem." His words are firm and determined. "Do you want me?"
"Cher? forever? want you forever?" Remy looks into his lover's blue eyes and knows what he has to do, knows he has to set aside his fears. Fear of failure, fear of memories, fear of disappointing. //I'll do dat for you, cher. Love you more dan life itself.//
Remy drops his final barriers and turns the tables, chasing Warren's tongue in turn.
Warren leans back into the comfort of the sofa, arching his hips in want.
//Need to stop thinkin' 'bout dis?// Remy reminds himself. This is about feelings.
Warren recognizes the fears in his lover's eyes because he faced them himself until seconds ago. But he concentrates on lover's body pressed against his, licking Remy's lips and even suckling that delicious tongue. "Want you, Rem. Really, really want you to make love to me."
The whispered words ease Remy's worries. "Want to make love to you, cher." Pressing his body against his lover he relishes the sensation of Warren's arousal against his right hand. "Cher?"
Warren opens his eyes at hearing that tone. Remy's smile is warm and genuine.
"I'm a healer, non? So I can even heal a scratch my fingernails might leave behind?"
"I think so, Rem." It's amazing to see the change in his lover's eyes. This healing power is Remy's blessing and it will strengthen him. "You can't hurt me, love."
"Oui," Remy whispers enthusiastically. Why should he be nervous? //Dere's no need to be nervous!// "Cher," he moans his pleasure, once more possessing his lover's lips. "Move dis to de bed? Don' want to end up makin' love to you on de couch." Their first time should be special.
Warren wraps his arms around his lover and rises to his feet, tightly holding onto Remy. "Want to tell me what position you got in mind?"
Remy shakes his head. "Non, not yet, cher!" Teasingly, he pinches his lover's buttocks. "Want you in bed, cher."
"Oh, Rem," Warren whispers lost. "You're killing me here!"
"I can see dat!" His right hand brushes the fabric of Warren's jeans and gives the hiding erection a gentle squeeze. Remy pulls him upstairs and pushes Warren into the bedroom. "Get into bed, cher."
Warren licks his lips. "Only if you join me." He crawls onto the bed on all fours. Suddenly, a hand lunges for him, pulling him onto his back. "Rem!" he exclaims and tugs at the Cajun's shirt. "Get this off," he whispers in an unexpectedly soft tone. "God, you have no idea how badly I want to make love to you."
Remy sighs. "I feel de same way, cher." Agile fingers strip off his lover's shirt and then move to unbutton the jeans.
"Do you have the lube ready?" Warren quips, resting his head against the headboard. Remy's hands move over his body, removing his underwear and socks. Naked, he lies waiting for his love to make the next move.
Remy slides off the bed and slowly removes his shirt.
"Another striptease?" Warren remarks teasingly, running his right hand over his chest to touch his hard cock. "Lose the clothes and get over here, Rem!"
Quickly, Remy steps out of his jeans and underwear and watches his lover from where he stands. "You're beautiful, ange." His heart is raging, his blood sizzling and pooling in his groin. "Lube?" he suddenly remembers Warren's question. He hurries over to the bathroom to retrieve it. The sight that awaits him when he gets back, stops him in his tracks.
Warren grins smugly, stroking himself in a lazy rhythm, squeezing his sac. "You like seeing me like this, huh?"
"You got no shame, cher!" Remy crawls onto the bed and places the lube next to the pillow. Straddling his lover's hips he realizes this position must be uncomfortable for Warren. "Your wings, cher. Dey look crushed." Stretched out on the bed, they look lifeless.
"I'm fine," Warren assures him, running his hands over his lover's chest, pinching a nipple and teasingly brushing the tip of Remy's cock. Gazing affectionately at his lover he mutely tries to tell Remy that he is ready for the next step.
Remy swallows hard, touched by the trust in those blue eyes. "You're mine, cher," he whispers, leans in closer and presses his lips onto Warren's throat. Trailing down, he licks a nipple, suckles the other neglected one and then makes his way down to the belly button. Flicking his tongue he dips inside.
Warren can't help but giggle. "Stop that, crazy Cajun! You know damn well I'm ticklish!"
"Oui, I know." Remy's hand slips back to roll a nipple between his fingers. His other hand cups the hard erection and he softly blows at the tip, which already leaks precum.
Lazily, Warren catches his lover's gaze. "Love you, Rem."
Remy looks up, but then focuses on the sensitive flesh in his hand. Slowly, he strokes his lover's cock, gently massaging the sac. His tongue returns to lavish his lover's skin with caresses before it dips into the cleft, licking and pleasuring.
"Rem." The sigh escapes unintended. Warren resists closing his eyes. He wants to see his lover move over his body. Gripping the sheets hard he arches his back to give Remy better access.
"Cher?" Remy slips a pillow underneath his lover's buttocks. "Want me to take you?"
"Dumb question, Cajun." Warren bites his lip as one lubricated finger touches his entrance. Damn! It's slick and easily slides inside. Pushing down, he tries to take in more. They've done this before and it still surprises him how much he wants this. "Two?" he begs.
"You want two fingers?" Remy asks teasingly, grabs the lube again and squeezes more onto his fingers. "You're a vision, cher. Seein' you like dis? want to be 'side you."
"Soon, love," Warren whispers, recognizing the want and passion in those golden eyes. "Soon, we'll be one?" And damn! He wants Remy inside, wants to take this last step.
Remy suckles a nipple and then slowly inserts two fingers, surprised at how easily Warren takes them. Suddenly, he realizes that his fingertips are tingling. It's become a familiar feeling during these last two weeks. "Cher?"
"Whatever you're doing, Rem? don't stop!" he pleads, throwing back his head and moaning his need. "You feel warm?" There's this incredible warmth inside his body, relaxing every muscle.
Now that his lover feels relaxed he adds a third finger and almost loses control himself. He nearly cums hearing the yelp of ecstasy that leaves Warren's lips.
"I'm ready, Rem? please take me," Warren pants, excitement and pleasure coursing through his body.
"Oui," Remy acknowledges, relieved that his actions only bring pleasure. Determinedly, he pushes the last tormenting images of the Antiquary hurting him from his mind. He expels them, throwing them from his mind and fills the empty places with the love he sees in Warren's eyes.
Surprised, Warren gives in when Remy pulls him into an upright position. His Cajun lover rests his back against the headrest and Warren licks his lips, amazed at the evident need in Remy's eyes. His eyes stroll down to lock on his lover's impressive erection. He crawls over to Remy on all fours.
"Cher?" Remy hands him the lube. "Use plenty."
Slowly, Warren coats his lover's cock with the lube. "Just don't cum yet!" he warns Remy. Looking into his lover's eyes his hands freeze briefly. He's never seen Remy this relaxed, this comfortable, this? trusting before.
Remy quavers at the touch. "You set de pace, cher," he whispers, pulling Warren onto his lap, positioning his lover above his erection. "You want me? You have me."
Unexpectedly, urged on by the draped expressing in his lover's eyes, Warren leans in and possessively claims his lips. Suckling the tip of Remy's tongue he places his hands on his lover's shoulders. He startles briefly, feeling the head of his lover's cock against his entrance, but it feels good.
Pushing down, he stares into Remy's eyes. He pauses to let his body adjust to the invasive feeling and then pushes down again. "Geeze, Rem?" he whispers breathlessly. Loving every minute of it, he takes in the rest of his lover's erection until his buttocks meet warm flesh.
"You're amazin'," Remy repeats, taking in his lover's feverish expression. Reaching down, he curls his fingers around his lover's throbbing cock. "Want to see your wings," he asks softly.
Obliging his lover Warren spreads his wings, throwing back his head. His body is now used to the large presence inside him and he exploratory starts to move. The unexpected friction makes him groans. It's such an exquisite sensation!
"You look hot ridin' me like dat, ange," Remy whispers hoarsely. "We're makin' love, cher." He moans low and wanting as Warren's changes their rhythm, moving faster. One hand caresses the soft feathers. "Je t'aime, cher." Thrusting carefully, he tries to hit his lover's prostate which each thrust.
"Rem, I'm not going to last much longer," Warren whispers, tone filled with bliss and lust, as Remy's cock rubs his prostate over and over again, driving him over the edge. Reaching down, he claims his lover's right hand and twines their fingers. "Kiss me?"
Remy reacts at once and pulls his lover closer. Kissing him passionately he senses Warren tense up and fists his lover's cock harder.
"Rem?" Warren breathes the name and cums hard in his lover's hand. His orgasm hits him with unexpected force, realizing Remy is still inside him. "Rem," Leaning in closer he roughly presses his lips on Remy's, parts his lover's teeth and enters the delicious warmth.
Unable to whisper Remy relays his message with his eyes, telling Warren about the depth of his love. Warren's muscle clenches him, sending delightful shivers into his cock and he can't hold back any longer. Clutching his lover's head he deepens the kiss, taking their breath away.
Warren's eyes grow big, as he accepts his lover's cum inside his body. "Wow," he whispers the moment Remy releases his lips. He pants hard, trying to regulate his heartbeat. "Wow," he repeats, staring into his lover's sated eyes.
Remy nods his head, feeling a little shaky. "Wow," he agrees and folds his arms around his lover, savouring the waves of ecstasy running through his body. He feels alive. Alive, wanted and loved.
For long moments Warren holds onto his lover and yields quickly when Remy lays him down onto his back. He cringes at the loss as Remy pulls back, feeling empty. "Rem," he whispers breathlessly.
Hearing the affection in that one word Remy soothingly strokes his lover's belly and then massages the tense muscles in Warren's legs. "Dat was de greatest gift someone ever gave me."
"Feeling is mutual," Warren pants, enjoying the sensation of Remy's fingers caressing his skin.
"Should clean you up, cher. You're a mess," Remy whispers shakily, still impressed by the intensity of their lovemaking. Nobody ever loved him like that!
"Wait, Rem!" Warren reaches for him. "I don't mind me being a mess as long we're a mess together!" He doesn't want his lover to leave the bed. "Want to cuddle."
The honest tone touches Remy's soul. Wrapping his arms around his lover he pulls Warren close and strokes the feathers, which are covered by a thin layer of sweat. "Merci, cher? no one ever did dis for me."
"I should be thanking you, Rem! I never came like that before! My body's tingling!" Snuggling up, he giggles at the sticky cum clinging to their bellies. "Maybe we can continue this later in the shower?" he hints mischievously. His gaze comes to rest on the ring Remy is wearing and he sighs deeply. "The rest of our life is going to be like this," he promises passionately.
Remy holds onto him, cradling, cherishing this special love. His power tells him that whatever damage he did while making love to Warren has already healed. "What 'bout spendin' de rest of de day in bed?"
"Even better idea!" Warren decides happily and rests his head on Remy's chest. Loving the up and down movement of his lover's chest he claims Remy's other hand as well, curling his fingers around them. "Forever, love."
"Forever, ange."

 

Chapter Thirty-Five

Ireland
"What are you doing out here, Rem?" Warren walks up to his lover, pulling the blanket closer to his naked body. Waking up without Remy startled him. The bed felt cold and empty.
"Just t'inkin', cher," Remy says reassuringly as he watches the moon and stars. He went outside to clear his mind. "It's de first time I'm really happy."
Warren wraps his arms around his lover's waist. "Are you coming back to bed now? You feel cold."
"In five minutes, cher." Remy smiles and rubs his lover's cold hands. "Still can' believe I got dis lucky."
Warren nuzzles the back of Remy's neck and laughs warmly. "You smell of candy, Rem. Honey and sugar? You never smelled like this before." Sensing his lover's unspoken question he adds, "And I love it."
"Go and warm de bed for me, cher?" Remy leans back into the embrace, relishing Warren's closeness.
"Don't take too long, love." Reluctantly, Warren releases him and heads back into the house, feeling whole and completely at ease.
Remy walks away from the house and places his right hand on a tree trunk. "Merci, mon Dieu," he whispers sincerely.
"You're happy."
The tingling voice startles him and he spins around, ready to take on any unexpected assailant. But he freezes at the sight of the old priest underneath the oak tree. "Père Etienne?" he stutters puzzled.
"You should know better," the angel chides him amused. "But you may call me père Etienne for now. I prefer to walk amongst men in this form."
Stunned, Remy remains speechless. His eyes scan the old face. "You changed into an ange? in de church?"
"I am an angel," he replies and studies his former protégé. "You did well, Remy."
Remy quavers at the praise. "Tried hard."
"You found love. You found inner strength. I'm proud of you, my friend."
"I don' know what to call you," Remy admits honestly.
"As I said before, père Etienne will do for now."
"Père," Remy starts awkwardly, eyes locked on the being that saved him that night in the church, who took him in and gave him the strength to continue, even without his memory. "I need answers."
"I know that. I'm here to answer your questions."
Remy's eyes follow every move his old friend makes. "Why me?" he asks at last. "I never expected to see you 'gain, not after what I saw at de church."
The angel smiles kindly. "Your eyes have changed," he says knowingly and sits down on a large rock. "Come, sit with me and we'll talk."
"Oui, de eyes," Remy mumbles and carefully sits down next to his unexpected visitor. It feels seriously weird to talk to an angel, a real angel.
"And you also posses the power to heal."
"Oui," Remy replies, puzzled by the expression on the angel's face. He still can't believe that an angel took him in and cared for him. And now this angel is back? Why? "How do you know 'bout de healin' power?"
"Because this power is your birth right, Remiel," he replies with a warm smile. "All angels possess the power to heal." He watches Remy closely, hoping his protégé will understand.
"All anges?" Remy's eyes grow big, but then a mocking laugh, sharp and biting escapes his lips. "Le diable blanc," he whispers lost and wonders if this angel really knows whom he is talking to.
Appearances can be so damn deceiving. Remy constantly needs to remind himself that this isn't a human he's talking to.
"Stop the self-pity. It doesn't become you, Remiel. You always were the strong one."
Remy's breathing quickens. "What are you talkin' 'bout?"
"You really don't remember, do you?" A quick glance confirms his suspicion. "I'm surprised. But then again, maybe the Antiquary locked your memories away."
Trembling, Remy gets to his feet and paces furiously. "I don' understand, mon ange," he whispers lost. "What are you tryin' to tell me?" His pleading tone reveals his uncertainty.
"Let me show you," he says and touches Remy's brow. A spark of golden energy leaves his fingers and seeps through the skin, into the tissue and bones. "Remember."
Remy staggers. Mon Dieu! That golden energy feels familiar. It's the same tingling sensation he feels in his fingertips every time he uses his healing power. Delicious warmth slides through his mind and he falls to his knees, hugging his waist.
"Remember."
The voice calls to him from across the golden veil that lifts before his eyes and memories, images he never believed possible flash through his mind. He once had wings, possessed powers that no mortal man can understand. But his mind isn't equipped to deal with the memory overload. "Help me," he whispers, as a million voices sing in his mind, singing words of praise.
"Don't fight it," the angel advices. "We can't hurt you." Throwing back his head he tunes into the voices and the strengthened connection sets of his transformation.
Finally, Remy finds the strength to look up and he swallows hard, finding the angel he saw in the church kneeling next to him. Père Etienne, the illusion, is gone. A reassuring hand comes to rest on his arm. The large wings, in color so unlike his lover's, shelter him from the moonlight.
"Do you remember?"
"Oui," Remy whispers barely audible. "I chose to come to Eart'." He fought that insight, but can no longer deny it. "We were broders once."
"We still are, Remiel and when you die, part of your soul will return to heaven."
Remy's eyes fill with tears and he doesn't fight them as they flow down his cheeks.
"Live your life, Remiel. You've been given a rare gift. You found true love in this form, in this lifetime. Cherish your heritage. Be proud of who and what you are." He smiles kindly, squeezing Remy's shoulder. "You were never alone, but you never knew how to find us. Now that the evil one is dead his spells disappeared with him."
"I was an ange once?" Remy whispers, too baffled to really understand the meaning of those words.
"An angelic child with devil's eyes. We knew that the body you would inhabit was that of a mutant. It would make you stronger and give you the means to fight the Antiquary. But we never expected the thief moving in."
"Poppa made up for his mistake," Remy defends his father. "Saved my life."
"Yes, you are right. Jean-Luc LeBeau gave you all the love he's capable of. You're truly blessed, Remiel." Gracefully, he rises from the ground, pulling Remy with him. "You should go to Warren. He's cold."
Remy cocks his head and laughs. It amazes him that this angel accepts that he loves a man when some humans can't, but decides not to question it. "Can I tell Warren?"
"You can tell him," the angel replies tenderly. "Your power will continue to grow."
Remy nods his head. "I feel it buildin'."
"Use your power well, brother," the angel whispers affectionately. "We will meet again," he promises as he spreads his wings. His task here is done.
"Would you? would you tell me your name?" Remy whispers hesitantly. "De way you talked? do I know you?" A golden light shines from the angel's eyes and takes Remy aback, as he suddenly feels overwhelmed.
"You know my name, Remiel." After smiling one last time his wings take him to the sky. But he sends one last message into the night. "You prayed at the feet of my statue in the church, Remy. I'm Raphael."
Gasping for air he knows it's the truth. Remy looks up, watching as the archangel fades from view. "And finally, I know who I am too."

Warren cracks open one eye and pulls his lover close to his chest. "You're cold." From the corner of his eye he catches the time on the clock. "You stayed out for at least one hour."
"Needed to t'ink." Remy shrugs it of. "Cher? Want to stay in bed wid you all night and day."
"Wicked Cajun!" Warren teases and kisses his lover's lips. "Do you have any idea how much I love you?"
"Oui, actually I do." Remy looks up shyly. "Can feel it."
Warren's right hand tangles in the auburn locks. "Ehm, Rem?"
"Oui?" He locks eyes with his lover, seeing the sparkling expression.
"You got some golden locks too," he realizes, fingering a strand of hair. "Love it."
"Cher," Remy starts, ignoring the comment for now, remembering Raphael's words that his powers would gain in strength. "I t'ink I'm ready to go back to Westchester? to face Rogue and den? den I want to spend de rest of my life wid you. No more X-Men. No more duties. No more pain. Just bliss."
Pleased, Warren nods his head. "We will find a way to help the people who need it most, love. We'll use our money to achieve that goal."
"De children," Remy agrees. "De sick. We can make a difference."
"Agreed. But for now? let's cuddle?"
Remy grins. "Oui, want to hold you for de rest of our lives."

Westchester
Impatiently, Scott paces the arrival hall of the airport. Warren's corporate flight is running late! He offered to use the Black Bird to pick them up, but Remy and Warren politely reclined. Checking the time he orders a cup of steaming coffee and returns to the window, hoping to locate Warren's plane.
Things changed back home at the mansion and it's still getting worse. Storm is still giving Bobby the cold shoulder and completely ignored Nicholas when Bobby introduced him to the team. //I like Nicholas,// he admits. The young man seems sincere and devoted to Bobby. Good, Drake deserves true love!
Then there's Betsy. Ever since he told the team about Remy being alive and his brother and Warren being lovers, Betsy turned icy cold. Even Jean avoids getting close to Bets because of 'the mental cold she radiates," as Jean puts it. He shivers, remembering Betsy's venomous looks and is determined to keep a close eye on Warren and Remy while they're visiting the mansion!
But his biggest problem is Rogue. Since Joseph ended their relationship she's been throwing tantrums. It's attention she's after, but after the stunt she pulled on Remy, he can no longer find it in his heart to play these mind games to please her. The professor told him that he offered Rogue to help her deal with the changes in her life and the problems she's facing, but she refused.
Yes, he will stay close to his brother, not trusting Rogue to leave Remy and Warren in peace. Seeing the two men happy might set of another tantrum and God only knows what she could do in such rage!
"Scott?"
The voice makes him jump and quickly he spins around. "Warren! Don't sneak up on me!" The sly grin that greets him pleases him. Warren looks extremely happy! Looking about he quickly locates Remy, walking up to them while sipping some coffee. Scott sucks in his breath, as Remy removes his sunglasses. The gold on black eyes still take him aback, but golden locks also appeared, mingling with auburn ones. "Damn, the two of you look happy!" Then, he notices the rings.
"Mebbe dat's 'cause we are happy," Remy whispers shyly, but gives in when Scott pulls him into a hesitant hug. He reminds himself that they are brothers and feels a little more comfortable.
"You're only staying the night?" Scott inquires and helps them carry their luggage.
"Oui, we're leaving for Italy tomorrow. Ange wants to show me Venice." Remy sighs. Now comes the hard part. "Cyke? Scott," he corrects his mistake, seeing his brother's disapproving glance. "Ange wants an commitment ceremony and den? we're goin' to Venice, Rome, At'ens and I was wonderin'? would you be my best man?" There, he said it. Now he must wait.
"Remy, I'd love to!" Scott exclaims happily. "This is just what I need? happy faces and good vibes!"
"That bad?" Warren noticed the way Scott's shoulders slumped forward when his friend thought no one was watching him.
"Well, it's hard to keep the peace at the mansion right now. Betsy and Rogue are giving me headaches."
"Betsy's at the mansion?" Warren slows down and suddenly Remy's hand rubs his back. A warm and soothing sensation slips inside his mind and he welcomes it. He catches Remy's eyes. "We'll face them together."
Remy nods his head, suddenly understanding that Warren feels way more uncomfortable about this confrontation than he does himself. Ever since finding out about his heritage a serene sense of acceptance settled onto his soul. "We can do dis, cher."
They get into the car and Warren smiles, almost crushing a bag of Twinkies on the back seat as he wants to sit down. "Bobby borrowed your car?"
"Actually, Hank, Bobby and Nicholas 'stole' it to go on a Twinkie run," Scott replies fondly. "They still think I never noticed it."
Warren shakes his head and laughs warmly. "You want one, Rem?" He offers his lover a Twinkie. Remy accepts and suddenly a sweet fragrance floats through the car. The smell of candy and sugar gets to him and a fierce blush settles on his face.
Remy shoots him an amused glance, seeing the straining erection pressing against his lover's jeans. Leaning in closer he whispers softly, only meant for his lover's ears, "You can' eat dat wit'out growin' aroused?"
"What can I say?" Warren grins smugly. "You smell like this when we make love."
Scott pretends not to hear the silent exchange, but smiles nonetheless.

"Remy!"
Before he realizes what's happening Jean slams into him, hugging him breathless. "Chere!" he manages to choke out. "Need to breat'e!"
"Remy LeBeau! Don't you ever dare to scare me like that again!" she chides him. Happiness and anger show on her face. "I thought you died out there!" Briefly, she's speechless seeing the golden eyes. //My God, what happened to you?//
"I'm sorry, Jean. Honestly. Mais I lost my memory and?"
"I forgive you," she quips and hugs him again. "I need to reassure myself that you are real!" Next, her eyes drift to Warren and she gasps seeing the expression in his eyes. Both men have changed. There's such love, such contentment in their minds that it takes her aback and then there's this warmth inside Remy's mind that stuns her.
"I'm so glad you decided to visit!" Bobby runs down the stairs, smiling happily. "Nicholas is here as well! This is so great! I'm sure you'll like him!" Determinedly, he grabs Remy's hand and gently squeezes it. "It's so good to have you here! Hank and I spent the last few hours in the kitchen cooking. He's got this secret recipe for lasagne and he wouldn't tell me, but then I got the idea to bribe him with Twinkies and it worked!"
Remy smiles warmly, touched by the kindness that shines from Bobby's eyes. For the first time in his life he sees Robert Drake the way he really is and he feels honered to be Bobby's friend.
Standing in the hall Scott wants to urge them to walk into the living room when Storm suddenly appears. She looks regal and almost emotionless, her eyes burning with locked away feelings.
The emotional distance between them makes Remy cringe. He senses her disapproval at the sight of Warren holding his hand. //Poor Stormy,// he thinks with sudden insight. //Life ain' black and white. Dere's not only good and evil, right or wrong, dere's also grey. I hope you'll realize dat. I don' want to lose your friendship? or did I already lose it?//
Remy notices how Bobby tenses up now that Ororo is close and he can't stay quiet. He needs to at least try and make her understand. "Don' you see how much you're hurtin' us, Stormy? Bobby, Warren and moi are still de same. Bein' in love wid a man doesn' make us less wort'y of your friendship."
Storm's eyes grow big. Her lips open as if to speak up, but then she turns and walks away.
"Stormy," Remy whispers shaken. "Please understand."
"She will," Bobby assures him. "Eventually." But he isn't as sure as he pretends to be. He can only hope Storm will try to understand and accept.
"Remy, Warren." Charles heard Remy's plea and decided to join his students instead of waiting for them in the living room. Seeing Storm walk away shows how much he failed as a mentor. Part of him can't believe Storm is this prejudiced. Yes, he failed.
"Professor," Remy nods politely, uncertain what to say, feeling a stabbing pain. Charles Xavier never gave the order to search for him in Antarctica. Bobby and Scott returned there on their own accord.
Warren's response is a little friendlier. "Sir," he states pleased. "It's good to find you healthy and back at the mansion." He shudders, remembering Onslaught.
"We cleaned your rooms," Bobby announces, "But I've got this feeling you will end up sharing tonight."
"Oui, want ange close," Remy whispers affectionately and enjoys hearing Jean's giggle. "Mais we will leave in de mornin'."
"Rogue is in the living room," Charles informs them.
"Guess we better get this over with, Rem," Warren whispers after taking a deep breath. He's not looking forward to this one!
Remy studies her from the doorway. Rogue's sitting in an armchair and her finger nails are digging into the wood. He knows that expression; she's pissed.
"Rem?" Warren inquires concerned.
"I'm bien, cher," Remy replies and steps inside. "Rogue?"
She raises her eyes and stares at him. "Yuh still alive, sugah?" Her fingernails claw deeper.
Distressed, he holds her stare. Something bothers him but he can't label the feeling. "You left me to die," he points out to her, moving closer, knowing Warren and Scott are only a few steps behind him. "Why? I t'ought you loved me. Dat's what you told me."
His anger is gone and he wonders why. Instead a deep sadness washes over him, finally recognizing the lost soul in front of him. Every time he looks at Warren, Scott, Jean, Bobby he sees the light in their eyes. But now that he looks at Rogue he only sees darkness and she's drowning in it.
Rogue rises from the chair and struts over to her former lover. "Ah loved yuh."
He knows the lie hearing her words. "You never did."
His words infuriate her. "How can yuh say that, traitor?"
"Don' cher," Remy whispers, holding Warren back who's getting angrier all the time. "She feeds of anger."
"What are yuh talking about, swamp rat?" Anger flashes in her eyes.
"I can' help you," Remy whispers eventually. It took him so long to see the truth! "I can see your soul, Rogue and it's pitch black. It wallows in darkness and I can' help you. You are de darkness. You embraced it a long time ago and it consumes you."
"Yuh are mad!" Rogue hisses. "My soul? It's yur soul, sugah that's pitch black! Ah didn't get the Morlocks killed! Ah didn't work for Sinister."
"Non, you didn'." Remy surprises himself as he manages a calm tone. "You stole and continue to steal bits and pieces of people's souls 'cause you feel so damn empty 'side."
Warren sucks in his breath, exchanging a concerned look with Scott. Rogue is pissed, about to lash out and Remy's much too close to her. He wants his lover out of the room.
Rogue laughs venomously. "Ah hope Wings is a good fuck! That's what yuh always were after, sugah. Something Ah couldn't give yuh so yuh screw Wings instead? How does it feel, Flyboy? Being second choice?"
"Bitch!" Warren explodes with anger and is about to tackle her when strong arms hold him back. "Let me go, Slim!"
"No way, Warren. She'll kill you," Scott states determinedly. "She's playing you. Don't give her that much power. Remy understands," he points out and feels relieved to see the calm expression in his brother's eyes.
"I pity you, Rogue," Remy whispers sincerely. "You search for amour and will never find it. Not as long as you cling to dis darkness."
"Ah don't want yur fucking pity!" Rogue exclaims infuriated, upset that her plan isn't working. She planned on driving them apart, but seeing them together she knows her plan was bound to fail. So she resorts to plan B.
"Rem!" Warren tries to warn his lover, but is too late. Rogue isn't wearing any gloves and forcefully she clutches the Cajun's head between her hands, pressing her lips on his.
"No!" Scott knows he has to act quickly, but shock slows him down. As he tries to pull Rogue away from his brother he realizes his attempt is futile. She refuses to let go.
Remy stares into her eyes, recognizing the need, the despair. //I can' help you, Rogue,// he thinks saddened.
Rogue's eyes widen, realizing that nothing is happening. Remy's memories are still his and so is his life force. Her touch doesn't hurt him, doesn't drain him. "Bastard," she hisses as she pushes him away. She touched him and nothing happened?
"You can' hurt me, Rogue. You're only hurtin' yourself," and it's the healer inside him who speaks the words. "Look 'side and see what you've become."
Rogue staggers away from him, rushes into the next room, shatters the window and flies away. //Ah touched him and nothing happened!// Tears flow down her face, flying aimlessly, lost in the darkness of her own making.
"Rem? Are you okay? Fuck! My heart almost stopped when she touched you!" Protectively, Warren folds his arms around his lover. There's no trace of fear, hatred or anger in Remy's eyes and he swallows hard. "Damn you Remy for taking such risks! I could have lost you!"
"Her soul is lost, ange?" he whispers saddened. "I need to?"
Warren catches his lover as he faints. "Dumb Cajun!" he chides affectionately. Seeing Scott's concerned expression he quickly reassures his friend. "Remy will be fine. I guess he just needs time to recuperate."
Relieved, Scott nods his head. "You want some privacy here?"
"Would be nice, yes." Warren carries his lover to the sofa, carefully laying him down. "I'm here, love, watching over you." Sitting down, he gently strokes the soft locks.
Betsy feels a sting of jealousy seeing and feeling Warren's concern and love for the Cajun thief. He treated her like that once. Treated her like a princess, like a dream come true and then suddenly the illusion shattered and she blames a lot of people for that, anyone except herself.
She blames Gambit for gathering the Marauders who took Warren's wings. She blames Apocalypse for transforming Warren into Death and she blames Warren for not paying her enough attention. And now Gambit moved in and seduced Warren. Such irony!
She grins smugly as she steps inside. Warren doesn't even notice her entrance and she feels ignored, feeling the need to get even with him. There was a time when she was the most important thing in his life, something she still wants to be. If she can't have Warren, no one else will and certainly not a thieving traitor!
"What do you want, Bets? Still sneaking around?" Warren doesn't look at her, his entire attention focused on Remy.
"You certainly lowered your standards, Warren, considering you're fucking a traitor now. Did you conveniently forget that he gathered the Marauders, the people who took your wings?"
Finally, he looks her in the eyes and sees the cold. "I can't believe I ever loved you, Bets."
"You loved my body. You loved being seen with me at your arm."
"Maybe you're right about that," Warren admits with a bitter taste in his mouth. "But I discovered that it's inner beauty that counts and you, Bets, are cold as ice."
She raises an eyebrow. "So you settle for? him?" Loathing fills her tone. "He's a thief, a traitor and you want him?"
Warren laughs at her puzzlement. "I don't expect you to understand, Bets. But remember, you dumped me. Don't pretend you're jealous. I found the love of my life and I suggest you get a life of your own that doesn't involve me. Just leave us alone and don't you dare sneak into his mind!"
"Like I want to be inside a traitor's mind in the first place. You're making a mistake, but it'll be too late once you realize that. Don't think I will take you back then!" Deciding that this isn't worth her time she turns to leave the room.
"Just leave us alone, Bets," Warren warns her and sighs as the door closes behind her. As he looks down he stares into sparkling eyes. "You're awake? How much did you hear?"
"All of it," Remy admits. "Cher, je t'aime," he professes passionately. "Will be glad when we can leave dis place."
"Me too," Warren sighs. "I want to get out of here too."
Dinner is a pleasant surprise. Rogue, Betsy and Storm excused themselves so the circle consists of friends. Remy smiles contentedly. Bobby and Nicholas make a cute couple and he instinctively likes the young history student. During dinner, he suddenly finds himself in a discussion with Nicholas and Warren about Monet and loves every word of it.
From the corner of his eye he catches Scott looking at him and he cocks his head. Family? this little group feels like family and before he knows it, he says, "Want to invite all of you for our commitment ceremony," and he looks pleadingly at his friends. Bobby, Nicholas, Jean, Scott, Hank and the professor.
"I'm honored, Remy," Charles says after a moment's thought. "But I can't leave right now. Not while Rogue is acting like this."
"I understand," Remy acknowledges and looks at the others.
"We'll be there," Bobby promises while holding Nicholas' hand.
"So will we," Scott states determined. "I'm going to be best man! Maybe I should give my baby brother away?" He notices Remy's shocked grin at the word baby brother.
"I will most certainly attend this beautiful ceremony," Hank reassures them.
"Logan and your dad will also be there," Warren tells him and sees Remy's surprised glance. "Just received an e-mail from Jean-Luc. They will fly in for the ceremony."
Feeling blessed and happy, Remy claims Warren's hand, presses a kiss on the palm and smiles.

 

Chapter Thirty-Six

Venice, Italy
"I'm nervous," Remy mutters weakly.
"I understand, Remy." Scott nods his head. "Felt like that when I married Jean. You'll be nervous all evening." Smiling contentedly, he studies his brother's appearance. Remy and Warren insisted on casual clothing, making it a rule that no one was allowed to wear a tuxedo. "Great looks must run in the family, Remy," he remarks teasingly.
Remy straightens out his black jacket, made of velvet and his hand runs over the black silk shirt he's wearing underneath it. Black jeans and boots complete the outfit. Nervously, he fumbles the ring. "Merci, Scott." He grins, realizing he's getting used to calling him Scott and not Cyke.
"Warren planned quite the honeymoon, huh?" Scott smiles, remembering Warren's enthusiastic tone when he told them they were going to travel Italy and Greece.
"Don' tell him, mais I plan on addin' Paris to dat list. Want him to see de Louvre and L'Opera."
"I got this feeling the two of you will be very happy," Scott states pleased. "And leave Rogue to me. I can deal with her."
"I still feel sorry for her," Remy whispers as he looks over at the door. Only a few more minutes and he will walk into the small church to exchange vows. "Never t'ought ange would insist on doin' dis."
"No matter what Warren might say, he's kind of old fashioned. He wants to do this right, take the vows and make this official."
"It's a pity no priest wanted to guide us t'rough it and give us his blessin'," Remy whispers. "Guess I'm old fashioned too." It shouldn't matter, knowing he has an angel's blessing, but? it would have been the finishing touch to this ceremony.
"You'll walk out there, exchange vows and then you'll have a great honeymoon," Scott whispers and rests his hand on his brother's shoulder. "You love him and he loves you. Isn't that the only thing that matters, Remy?"
"You're right," Remy gives in. "Scott? have you heard from? from? Corsair?" So far he avoided discussing their father.
"No, Remy. I am sorry. I've got no idea how to contact him, but should I find him? do you want me to tell him that you didn't die?"
"You t'ink he can handle dat?" Remy looks up questioningly.
"Yes," Scott states firmly. "Come on, Warren's waiting."
Remy takes a deep breath and then walks into the ancient church.
Warren constantly shuffles his feet. What the hell is taking Remy this long? Again, he checks the time. Five minutes late! The Cajun is five minutes late! Suddenly he feels like a bride stood up at the altar.
His wings itch underneath the blue jacket and he hopes he can quickly free them. He wants to take Remy flying tonight, wants to show him Venice at night and he plans on keeping his promise to make love to his Cajun lover in the warm night sky.
Jean-Luc gives him a glance filled with understanding. He agreed to be master of ceremonies this evening to make sure nothing goes wrong. Logan is standing next to Hank and Jean and he smiles at his lover. Maybe a commitment ceremony would work for them too, but at a later time. They aren't ready yet.
"At last!" Warren mumbles relieved. Remy and Scott walk up to him and his lover's smug grin reassures him. Remy is comfortable with this.
"Mon fils," Jean-Luc starts, looking at the two men in front of him. "You already exchanged rings, now it's time to also speak de words." He steps back, joining Logan. "I always hoped my son would find a lover who accepts him de way he is? and he found dat love."
Logan nods his head. "Ya were right back then. They work out." He vividly remembers his doubt when Warren returned to New Orleans to claim Remy as his lover. "Yer a great dad and now ya got two sons."
Jean-Luc looks down and then smiles. A grey wolf growls chidingly, telling them to be quiet. "Wolvie?" Jean-Luc mumbles and remembers Logan's first reaction to the canine.
Logan shakes his head. "They will never get rid of that wolf."
"I'll go first?" Warren looks at his lover, seeing a nervous twitch near Remy's left eye. They agreed on changing their original vows, turning things slightly around.
"Bien, cher," Remy whispers in a hoarse tone. Merde, he's nervous! Warren claims his hand and rubs the Claddagh ring, his lover's fingers meeting warm flesh in the process. The caress makes Remy quaver.
Warren clears his throat and looks deeply into his lover's golden eyes. "Do you promise to always love me? Do you promise to never leave me, to never turn your back on me? Do you promise to always tell me what bothers you? Will you never hide pain? Will you let me comfort you when you need it? Let me support you when you're ill?"
Remy's eyes begin to water. "Oui, I promise."
"Do you promise to cuddle after sex?" Warren adds teasingly, trying hard to ignore the giggling behind his back. "Do you promise to cook me a Cajun meal at least once a month?"
"Oui," Remy sighs and gently squeezes his lover's hand. "I promise all dat and more. Je t'aime, cher."
Pleased, Warren presses a kiss on the back of Remy's hand. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Remy. Will you have me?"
"Oui," Remy's voice trembles, touched by the vulnerability and love in Warren's eyes.
"Your turn, love," Warren gently reminds him and realizes that his own eyes are watering too.
Remy licks his lips. "Do you promise to never leave me? To always love me? Do you promise to let me in when you're in pain? Never hide dat pain from me? Lean on me when you need de support, to let me be your strengt' when you need it?"
"Yes," Warren promises passionately and takes a step closer to Remy. "I promise all dat and more. I promise to love you forever, to keep you safe from all harm.
"Cher, I want to spend de rest of my life wid you. Do you want to grow old togeder?" Remy looks up, hearing the sighs coming from the small group of friends. He smiles at the sight of tears in Jean's eyes. Bobby and Nicholas are holding each other and he relishes seeing the happiness in poppa and Logan's eyes.
"I'll never let you go," Warren vows and pulls him close enough to press a kiss on the tips of Remy's fingers. "You're mine and I'm yours? forever!"
"Oh, this is so?" Jean sighs happily, leaning against Scott. Words fail her, feeling the warmth and love that passes between her two friends.
Warren and Remy look into each other's eyes. "Guess we're husband and husband," Warren says eventually.
"Yes, you are."
Remy's eyes sparkle hearing that voice and he pulls Warren with him as he turns around. An old priest walks up to them, smiling at them, nodding his approval. "I'm sorry I'm late, but?"
Warren's eyes grow big. "Père Etienne?"
Bobby sighs, hoping Nicholas and he will one day be ready to take this step as well. Maybe this old priest would be willing to marry them? He watches contentedly as the priest blesses the couple and then congratulations them.
"I can't stay, Remiel?"
"I understand? Raphael," Remy whispers touched and pulls Warren's hand close to his chest. "I told Warren," he informs Raphael.
"Must admit I didn't really believe it at first?" Warren admits. "But? I guess this means Remy is an angel?"
"Remiel was an angel and one day, he will be an angel again," Raphael corrects Warren. "Cherish this treasure you've found," he advices Warren and then scans the small group of Remy's friends. His work here is almost done. "One of your friends is hiding in the corridor, afraid she isn't welcome. Go to her, Remiel."
Raphael leaves the church and Remy suddenly feels a terrible loss, but then remembers Raphael's parting words. "Cher?" he looks questioningly at Warren.
"Let's find out what he was talking about." Warren leads Remy to the doorway.
Jean-Luc and Logan, feeling concerned after the unexpected visit from this unknown priest, follow.
"Stormy?" Remy whispers surprised. She's pacing the corridor, wringing her hands.
"Remy, I?" she pauses and looks up apologetically. "I thought about your words. You are right. I hurt you by letting this matter. I hurt Bobby as well and I?" Pleadingly, she looks into his eyes. "I want to be part of your life."
"Oh, Stormy!" Remy smiles and hugs her close. "I wanted you to be here today!"
Pleased, Warren watches them. He knows how much Storm's rejection hurt Remy. Hopefully, she's done away with her prejudice. "Thanks for joining us here, Storm. Why don't you come inside? Bobby and Nicholas are here too."
"I owe Nicholas an apology," Storm says, composing herself again and even wiping away a lost tear from her face. Staring into Remy's shining eyes she knows she made the right decision. "I want to get to know Nicholas?"
"I'm so proud of you, Stormy," Remy mumbles happily.
Teasingly, she slaps his chest. "I forbid you to call me that!"
"True," Remy admits and takes hold of Storm and Warren's hands, pulling them along to join his friends again. "Mais rules are made to be broken!" His laughter echoes through the church and carries to the heavens.
"Live your life, be loved and give love," Raphael whispers, feeling Remy's happiness. "Live your life and be an angel amongst men."

 

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