A Long-Overdue Reunion

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Who: Warren and Piotr
Where: Piotr's room
Rating: G! Oh, wait...R




Warren stood at the door to Piotr's room and let out a loud sigh. He wasn't exactly sure how to explain to his boyfriend just how much he'd missed him.

"Well, Warren...here goes..." he said aloud, gently rapping at the Russian's door

Piotr had taken to spending about half of his days in his room. The other half was split between classes and X-Men training. There was no point in doing anything else, really. He'd more or less destroyed his social life months ago, and without Warren around, there wasn't anyone to go out with.

So the knock at his door came as a surprise. Maybe Scott needed him for something X-Men-y? Or the Professor needed an escort to some high society function. (Yay for getting dressed up!) But when he opened the door, his jaw dropped to the floor. Good thing he wasn't holding anything.

Warren stood there in the door in a pair of jeans and a nice ribbed A-Shirt. At the sight of Piotr, he broke out into a broad smile.

"Miss me?" he asked, finding himself somewhat at a loss for words (probably for the first time in his life)

"Da," came the reply, the single syllable about all Piotr could manage to utter. It was like something out of a dream. Warren, returned to the mansion after months, as handsome and sexy as ever. Piotr had no clue what to do next.

Warren broke into a smile at Piotr's response.

"Well then, can I come in? It's a bit rude to lurk in doorways." he said, laying his hand on Piotr's muscular chest.

Piotr answered by pulling Warren against him and wrapping his massive arms around the slimmer man. "Oh, Warren, I've missed you so," he whispered into Warren's ear.

Warren found himself inhaling the terribly delicious scent of Piotr after so long and found himself somewhat turned on.

"I've missed you too. More than you know." he whispered back, looking deep into his boyfriend's eyes.

A tiny voice in the back of Piotr's head told him that while a few of the mansion's inhabitants might enjoy the show, it would be rude to continue this in the hallway for much longer. So he reluctantly let go of Warren, picked up his luggage and gently put them in the room, and then closed the door.

And now, with privacy attained, Piotr pounced on Warren, embracing him tightly and locking lips with him for the first time in months. He tasted exactly as Piotr remembered.

Warren returned the kiss, his wings fluttering in such a way that spoke plainly of how very hot this was making him. A few moments later, his wings moved in such a way to embrace the taller man and draw them so close together that there would be no doubt that Warren was incredibly turned on by their closeness.

Piotr, his hands running down Warren's sides and up his shirt, didn't feel much of anything. It was only after a few minutes of hungry kissing and anxious groping that he realized that he'd turned into metal. He broke the kiss, embarrassed, and returned to his normal form.

"I'm sorry, tovarisch. I have not seen you in so long that I got carried away with myself. Every day was like another needle in my heart."

Warren had felt Piotr turn into metal, but that hadn't changed how he felt for the taller man.

"Don't worry. I would still find you hot no matter what you were composed of." Warren said, giving Piotr a gentle smile.

"Even if I were a big ball of green slime?" Piotr teased, wrapping his arms around Warren again, but ths time lifting his shirt up so he
could lay his hands on Warren's bare torso. "You are home again. Have you decided to quit school as well, like Bobby?"

Warren gave a soft sigh as he felt the hands upon his torso. It felt so very good.

"No, not like Bobby. I'm just on a bit of a break. Refocus my priorities, things like that." he explained, his hands moving under
Piotr's shirt and up his abdominal muscles ever-so-slowly.

The touch made Piotr purr like a kitten. He hadn't been touched like that in so long. "Refocus your priorities. I like that. Tell me, what
is your first priority?" Not that he didn't know. He just wanted to hear the words himself.

Warren looked up into the Russian's beautiful eyes and gave him a smirk.

"Like mending my relationship with a particular Russian boy who gets far sexier every passing day." he replied simply, kissing Piotr on his massive right pec.

"And maybe showing him how I feel about that."

"There may be a lot of mending," Piotr warned, his hands wandering down from Warren's sides to the warm, round, soft flesh of his butt.
"And it could take all night. You may not see the light of day again for a week!"

Warren ground himself against Piotr's grasp. It felt good to be held this way again after so long away.

"A week? Oh, I can do you one better. Many months away have given me quite a few ideas for 'mending'" he whispered before he wrapped his
arms around behind the big Russian's neck. "and if we've got a week or more, I can show you some of them..."

"I can give you all the time in the world, lyubimy," he replied just as softly, kissing Warren's lips before trailing his own lips
over Warren's jaw and down his neck, coming to rest at the nape to softly kiss and bite and suck the skin.

Warren let out a soft gasp of surprise and utter excitement as he was softly bitten.

"Oh, now you've gone and bitten me. You know that in some cultures biting someone is a form of foreplay?" he asked softly, his hands
moving down Piotr's sides until they came to rest on the waistband of Piotr's pants.

"I thought that's what we were doing," Piotr replied honestly, not understanding the tease. But that didn't stop him from what he was
doing. Oh no. If anything, the nibbling was getting more intense, the groping and squeezing stronger and more anxious.

Warren broke into another of his somewhat infuriating smirks.

"Shhh...don't spoil the moment." he said, his hands slipping inside the waistband and slowly massaging their way forward towards their
goal. "How does that feel to you?"

Piotr's eyes fluttered shut. "It feels like I've died and gone to Heaven and am being pleasured by an angel of God." He could feel his
body changing, become harder. But this time there was no metal involved.

Warren kissed Piotr yet again as his hands found the firmness he'd hoped he'd find there.

"Oh, you think that's pleasure? Well then...have I got some things to show you, Mr. Rasputin." he told Piotr as his wings fluttered gently
and he started to maneuver them both toward's Piotr's bed.




A Few Hours Later




Piotr collapsed. His bed, reinforced to deal with his weight if he inadvertently shifted during sleep, creaked as he fell next to Warren.
Panting, he turned his head to the side to gaze at his lover. "Wow."

Warren smiled over at Piotr, his own breathing still somewhat irregular from the exertion and pleasure of what they'd just done.

"I'll give you a 'wow' and raise you another one. I mean, you can read about this kind of thing, but doing it's a whole other thing."
Warren said, gently stroking his lover's chest with one of his own feathers that had come out of one of his wings sometime during their wild, animalistic lovemaking.

"You can watch this kind of thing, too, and that's definitely not the same," Piotr added, his internal censor turned off for the rest of the day. He pulled Warren close and kissed his forehead. "How long will you be here?"

Warren smiled and kissed his lover back.

"I'm going to be here a while. I'm going to have to go to Scott and beg for a teaching position or at least a spot on the team again." he explained, smiling again.

"And by the way, who've you been practicing with while I was gone? The shy Russian farm boy I left behind could never have done it twice in a row like that." he added, his nose wrinkling a bit with mirth as he playfully poked fun at how much better Piotr was now than before Warren had gone away to school.

Piotr knew that Warren was just teasing. He was, right? Right, of course. Piotr smiled, but it was a hesitant one.

"No one," he replied earnestly. "I would never go behind your back." He paused. "Well, except when that's the favored position."

Warren let out a sharp bark of laughter at that.

"I was teasing you, Piotr. But it's good to know that you're so willing to let me set the pace when it comes to our lovemaking.
Speaking of, you feel up to going one more time?" he asked, using the feather again, this time to gently brush along some of Piotr's more
sensitive areas.

Piotr laughed a bit, relaxing, content with the knowledge that Warren had indeed just been poking fun.

And to answer Warren's question, Piotr promptly rolled over on top of him, straddling him and grinning madly. "Oh, I am up. The question is, Warren, can you handle it?"

Warren smiled up at his lover and allowed his wings to stretch to their full span as he responded to the question.

"Oh, I can definitely tell you are." he chuckled, his hands reaching up to gently tweak Piotr's nipples "But I think I can manage to rise
to the occasion."