Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2001 13:49:07 EDT
From: Dragonknight2222@aol.com
Subject: XXX-Men Part 2

XXX-Men (Part 2)
In the Arms of an Angel

Disclaimer: Hello, if you don't approve of sex between teenagers and
adults, please leave, you will not enjoy the following.  Also, if you are
under the age of 18 or are not supposed to view this material, please
leave.

To the Reader: Alright, Alright, here is your part 2, happy?  Sorry, it
took so long; I've a lot of work to do.  I don't know when the next one
will be out, but I'll keep writing okay.  Just keep looking for the new
addition.  You don't have to read Part 1 to get this story.  Enjoy, and
keep emailing me, it means a lot to me, thanks...

Warner Warthington III stared up at the sky in wonder.  The cool night air
tossed his golden hair up into the wind and whipped it around his face,
hiding his blue skin and deep blue eyes behind ropes of goldenrod.  He
looked down at his metallic wings, stretching them and then drawing them
close.  His eyes welled with tears of self-pity when he remembered how the
cold, sharp, metal things used to be his soft, white, feathery angelic
wings.  He cursed his haggard appearance, he remembered being called
angel. Having beautiful girls and boys chase him around, addicted to his
innocent blue eyes, playgirl smile, and blonde hair.  Now he was a hideous
creation of death, no longer the innocent Angel, now he was the unholy
Archangel.  He wept in self-pity, and then he surfaced.  Rage against the
devil himself, Apocalypse, surged through Warner.

	He cried out in rage, "I will destroy you, I'll watch you bleed.  I
shall relish in the feel of your blood down my wings and rejoice at the
taste of it warm in my mouth.  The look of fear in your eyes will be my
greatest triumph... NO!" he scolded himself, "I mustn't think such horrid
thoughts," the sound of his laughter rose in Warner's mind, "he wants me to
be that way.  He wants me to give myself up to his rage and become his
blind puppet in my contempt for him..."

	Warner fell to his knees in tears and misery.  He hated such
feelings.  "Hello!"

	The voice scared Warner, who quickly composed himself.  Wiping the
tears away and returning to his melancholy coldness.  Speaking of cold, the
young Bobby Drake came surfing up to the top of the X-Mansion on his little
ice surf board/bridge.  Warner rolled his eyes, and flapped his wings
sending a poisoned dart, flittering towards Iceman, missing him by a hair.
Bobby ignored the obvious warning, shouting, "what's up?"

	Warner turned and prepared to fly off, calling over his shoulder,
"go away, Frosty," he spread his wings and flew off.  Just as his wings
lifted him up off the ground, his eyes went wide as something cold and hard
hit him from behind.

	"Where are you going, pity-bird?" Archangel plunged back onto the
mansion, and was rolled over to meet the cute face of Bobby.  The ice
shaved off Bobby instantly, and Warner stared into Bobby's unhidden face.
Tears welled up when he saw the young boy, he was just turning 18, he had
blue eyes, like Warner's, and amazing gold hair, just like Warner's, only
Bobby spiked it up in the front.  Bobby was everything Warner used to be,
everything Warner wanted to go back to being, the playgirl's playmate of
the year.  Not only that, but now Warner's cock stirred in his pants, he
was aroused at the sight of this gorgeous hunk, whose muscles were just
starting to really develop.

	Warner, though, stayed in character.  He lashed out with his wings,
trying to knock the cute Bobby of his feet. His eyes widened when he
realized Bobby had frozen his wings to the roof.  They were now both on top
of the X-Mansion, with Archangel completely helpless.  His wings were his
only mutant powers, and now they were neutralized, he couldn't cut Bobby
with the razor like blades, nor could he fire a dart, and he of course
couldn't fly.  His eyes went wide as he looked at Bobby.

	Bobby was smiling at the helpless form of Warner, "don't worry," he
said, with a velvety voice; "I've been waiting to do this for a long time."

	He bent down and kissed Warner's lips, their tongues met and they
kissed each other hard, Warner giving himself to his lust for Bobby.
Bobby's hands trailed down the leather suit of Warner, feeling the rippling
muscles and strength.  He unzipped the suit from behind Warner, careful to
avoid the sharp wings, and slowly broke the kiss to unveil the beautiful
body of Archangel.  The leather slid down and Bobby took the time to lick
at the sensitive nipples of Warner, making them grow hard.  He slid more of
the clothes of, gently lapping at the navel, but continuing downward.
Finally in a single fast motion, he pulled the rest of the suit all the way
down to Warner's knees.  This revealed the beautiful blue, six-inch cock of
Warner.

	Warner moaned as Bobby put a tentative hand on the warm member.
Warner's cock was red hot, but Bobby's hands were ice cold.  The feeling
was quite amazing and riveting, and Warner loved it.  Bobby lowered his
head to the huge member, and gave a long lick from the tip, following the
underside, to the base.  Then whipped Warner's blue blonde-fuzz covered
balls with his hot tongue.  Warner beat his wings against the ice and
twisted his whole body in ecstasy.  Bobby then went back to the bulbous
head, taking it slowly into his lips.  He worked slowly; knowing no one
would disturb them.  Finally, at Warner's insistent moans, Bobby began
deep-throttling his Angel.

	"Yes, yes, Oh God yes," Archangel cried out.  He used his hands to
push Bobby further down on his engorged phallus.  Bobby obliged for a
while, and then stopped.  He pulled up and off the cock.

	Archangel's eyes went wide in anger and fear, "no please, keep
going, I need to cum," he cried out, tears welling in his eyes.

	Bobby stood before him, and pressed his hand against his chest.
Ice covered the young boy, and he gave out a cry as the ice became brittle.
He punched himself quickly and the ice suddenly fell off, leaving the young
boys clothes just a few shards of frozen glass.  Bobby now stood naked
above his blue-faced lover.

	Warner was amazed.  Bobby had nicely defined pecs, cute
quarter-sized nipples, and a large 6 inch cock with blonde fuzz around it's
base and the nice sized balls.  Warner began to cry again, as he felt as if
he were seeing himself in the mirror just 6 years ago.  Bobby fell on top
of Warner, kissing him, and trying to warm himself next to this angel's
body.  Warner caressed Bobby, trying to warm him after his icy undressing.

	It wasn't long before the too were passionately kissing and
sweating in each other's aroused arms.  Bobby went back to Warner's cock,
which still jutted up in the air, drooling precum.  Bobby slowly sat on the
fat cock, crying out at its large size forcing its way into his virgin ass.
Iceman wanted this, and he forced his ass to open as much as possible.  He
was rewarded with the feeling of Archangel's cock sliding into his twink
ass.

	Warner moaned, and moved his hips to push his cock even deeper into
Bobby's ass.  Bobby fell onto Warner's warm chest, letting his ass adjust
to the feeling of such a large object inside.

But Bobby's teenage hormones didn't stop him for long.  He soon stood
leaned up, and began to lift himself off the cock, and then back down.  He
began fucking himself faster and faster on the cock of his angel.  Bobby's
hands roamed over the chest of this God, pinching the blue nipples, running
over the hard pecs and defined abs.

Archangel cried out for more, and let his hands roam over the young boy's
body.  Feeling every single grove of muscle on the boy.  They kissed each
other again.  Faster they fucked, the sweat making their bodies slippery
and wet.

"Fuck me!" Bobby cried, "I've wanted you since I first saw you and your
cute little wings.  After your change, I thought you were even sexier.  I
love that blue skin."

"I feel like I'm fucking a younger version of myself.  You look just like
me, only cuter and more innocent. You like that big blue cock?" Archangel
asked, getting off on the filth talk.

"I love being fucked by you, you're my guardian angel, aren't you."

"Yeah, I've been saving your ass since you became an X-Man.  I am your
guardian angel and it is time you paid me for my services.  Fuck that cock,
fuck it you little... oooohhh... yes, yes."

Archangel gave a great cry, as he orgasmed.  His wings twisted so violently
they broke through the ice.  Iceman leaned against Archangel's chest, still
moving and having his dick slide between their two sweaty bodies.  The
friction on his cock and burning sensation from Warner's cum was too much.
He burst into his own orgasm and the two were joined together, shouting and
moaning as they both orgasmed.  Warner grabbed Bobby and flew up into the
sky, using his now freed wings.  They flew as one both shooting load after
load of hot sticky cum.

Finally, their orgasms subsided and Archangel slowly descended back to the
mansion.  He finally gave up and just fell back on the roof, exhaustion
taking over his whole body.  His wings wrapped around him and Iceman, and
the two lay there in exhaustion.  They kissed again and Bobby, still
holding Archangel's cock in his ass, leaned against Warner's ear and
whispered something.  Warner Warthington III, chuckled and hugged Bobby
Drake even tighter in his arms...

Did you like it? I'll try and get another one out as soon as possible, but
it might be awhile; I have two other stories and very little time.  Sorry.
Please email me with questions, comments, and concerns or new ideas, at
dragonknight2222@aol.com