This is a continuation of Yondu's origin story, my other fic, picking up at the end of the Ravager Arc: Part 1. Not required to read but there will be character references from there to here, both canon and created. I've worked very hard on my other story so I do hope you read it if you haven't already :)

'Untouchables' is an in-between saga, originally NOT in my plan for Yondu's story, but I had felt stifled creatively with keeping my story all-audience friendly... I needed to go a little dark. Still the same style of writing: going through Yondu's experiences with some focus also on those around him, just taking a slightly different approach. Thank you for giving my work a read. If you like what I'm doing I'd love to know. Please enjoy.~

1: Thoughtless

When his communicator showed the call incoming, he knew how the conversation would go but had little time to preempt it.

'Hey stranger. You ain't called me, was startin' to get worried. {smiles} I had such a nice time witchu...was thinkin' we could meet up again if you was free. You want to?'

'...nah ... I'd love to sugar but I got some-I gotta head out to the Cygnus system today, I ain't gonna be able to see you. Another time.'

Feeling obvious in his lie even in thinking back on it. It had made him irritated, so much so he snapped when probed on his way out.

'Hey Yondu {pushes up goggles} where you goin?'

'None'ya business.'

'{grins} Gonna go see that girl you spent the night with last week?'

'No I'm- Goddammit boy! Get the hell away from my ship.'

'Psshh. Tou-chy. Have fun, whoever your doin', hahaha. {whap} Ow!'~

He couldn't seem to shake that ill feeling in his gut. Even when he had been sitting at that bar and approached unexpectedly...

'You look like you could use some company.'

'...{looks her up and down} not lookin' for a callgirl, pet.'

'Oh I'm not that. Just out to have a little fun. You strike me as the type that likes to have fun. What do you say - no strings attached?'

'{grins} well when you put it like that... why not.'~

...his mind kept going back to the call – that put-off look on her face. He could tell: she knew he was lying. Just too sweet to make anything of it.

'Oh...alright. Another time. ... ... ...everything okay, hon?'

'...Yeah... don't worry. I'll call you later.'

'..Okay. Stay outta trouble.'

'You know I'm no good at that.'

'{laughs} yeah I do. ...talk to ya later.'~

Hopefully she didn't take it the wrong way...

"You seem distracted." The Rajak girl breathed, her face close given the intimate encounter.

Yondu's mind was brought back to his reality - back to the room he was in, the bed he occupied. The space had a glow of red from sunlight through silk curtains; shadow given off by partial light made the curves of the female body currently fitting into his enhanced with sensuality.

She wasn't wrong - despite their engagement he was distracted. Oh, the irony. This was supposed to be the distraction. Yet his mind kept going back.

"'s nothin'," he murmured, gripping a hand around the back of her neck; gentle in his administration of dominance he pulled her mouth back to his for a deep kiss.

Damn she felt good... what was her name again - Myra, Lultra? (leaning towards the latter)... Yondu had never been with a Rajak woman before. She was truly a sight to behold.

Tall, long legs; an almost purple hue to her eyes; with smooth, jade-green skin and a tight muscular body.

Her mouth gravitated: leaving a trail of heightened sensitivity she made her way down to provide oral stimulation. The provocative contact drew an audible response from the Centaurian along with an encouraging hand, nesting itself in her raven black hair, caressing responsively to her mouth on his body. When she moaned into her mouth's caress her lips and tongue vibrated; invoking the craving for more than this aperture would provide.

"C'mon," his eventual drawl could be heard even in his whisper: he guided her with his hands to a new position. "lemme get atchu."

Breathing heavy, eyes full of lust - she willfully abided, wiping her mouth with her wrist upon rise.

With the woman on her knees the Ravager took her from behind: pressing her back to his chest with the arm that held her body against his. A cool hand wrapped itself now around her neck, tightening in grip only slightly; craning her neck his lips and teeth trailed along the arch to her collarbone - sensation further enhanced by the tongue that tasted her skin along this forced exposure.

"Unhh," the pleasure evident in her voice.

"You like that?" He muttered huskily.

She relayed the affirmative between panting breaths. "Choke me harder."

A girl who liked pain. Curious, to want to feel pain – definitely not something for everyone, but the more he had thought about it in past Yondu found it really honest; pain was life. Fewer things were cause to make him feel more alive.

The azure fingers enveloped around her neck applied more force in the hold; he could feel the anatomy of her throat - where her windpipe was - knowing where to apply that type of grip in the deadliest definition. Here he dialed it back but still felt that same rush as she in this constrain of her breath. His body reacted positively to it: that oh-so-familiar thrill – but in a more intimate, consensual sense.

It wasn't often to find a girl so forward with owning the enjoyment of pain mixed with pleasure. Of all the women he'd been with, the only other to forge so boldly was...

Dammit. Thinking about her again... the girl he had spoken to earlier that day - Rexine. A bombshell outlaw with strawberry hair and eyes like crystal; all accent and thrills with sugar on top.

Rexine was... Rex was nice. Everything about her turned out to be something he liked, and she liked him (thought he couldn't for the life of him understand why).

On occasion their work would bring them together; the promiscuity in their respective natures had developed into something of a pattern. Starting out as just a reoccurring fling - but as of late shown signs of more than that.

It was really that last time they were together, where he had been asked to stay the night (something he intentionally never did). A vexing realization had been solidified... for Rex, Yondu felt love.

How do normal people feel, when they realize they've found love? Nervous, scared... perhaps a bit of both while simultaneously on some type of high: feeling so strong the elation that comes with romantic love. You're happy, excited, scared - a myriad of emotions all at once.

Yet for Yondu... as he had lay there the next morning - that beautiful specimen fit perfectly in his arms - the feelings were anxiety-inducing. Sadly it was not unfamiliar, this anxiety: he felt the same way on occasion with Stakar, with Aleta, Charlie-27, Mainframe – the Ravagers that made him one of their own had become people he loved. He hadn't seen that part coming with being a Ravager...

Love's presence made acute that cosmic pit of desolation within: the longing that came from abandonment for a love he would never truly get. Even now with the moment long subsided... it was as if he could physically feel how empty he was: an indescribable ache, twisting and contorting, that closed up his throat and pushed the needle-like sting of tears to his eyes.

It was easy enough with his Ravager family - whenever things got 'too real' he just pushed them away. Dismissed with attitude and insults; in general making a habit to be standoffish, lessen the chance for provoking those feelings.

Couldn't quite do that with Rex; at least, he didn't want to, and therein lie the problem... The internal drama was enough to spawn a stout reconciliation about the outlaw gal: he needed to make some space.

Yondu hadn't spoken to her since that last time; he did not reach out, and when she called him earlier that day he made up a reason not to see her, saying he had other plans.

He didn't really have any plans- though he did crave that familiar recreation, the contact that came with a fine woman. Hence he was here: banishing thoughts of one girl by enveloping himself in another.

Each on their knees with bodies flush; the grip on Lultra's neck softened by the kiss of lips to her skin. Yondu flipped the Rajak beauty to a new position, one of his favorites: facing him, hoisted up; with her legs wrapped around his body as he held her close. Sometimes aggressive, sometimes sensual - either way his hands never left her. Grasping her supple hips and breasts, tracing smooth spans of muscle; every dip and curve that made up her body was his in this moment.

Upon the session coming to its close the woman took to her extraordinarily long black hair to fix her high ponytail, the beginning ritual for her getting dressed. Yondu watched her movements for a moment as he lay on the bed before moving to retrieve his own belongings from the floor. He was grateful to see their mutual understanding of the interaction being single-serving and started to get dressed as well.

"You were more fun than I expected you to be."

The woman's observation was a bit comical to Yondu. "Yeah? ...what did you expect?" He inquired as he went through the motions of clothing himself.

"...less generosity." The smooth skin on her back was slowly concealed as she zipped up her garment. "You have an unexpected tenderness to you." Their eyes met at the bold declaration of his character. "Not that I'm complaining."

Yondu turned his chin up a bit, maintaining his gaze on her as he adjusted the collar of his shirt. Her face was longer, more angled than Rexine. Still beautiful... the comparison wasn't really fair, given how gorgeous Rex was.

There he goes again... the whole point of this was to put her out of his thought. He needed to move on from this interaction, it clearly wasn't helping.

Yondu turned away from the woman as he finished getting dressed, thinking to himself what to do with the rest of his day. Maybe he'd buy something while he was here, then he'd at least have something to show for the trip; perhaps a new addition to his console...yeah, that'd be alright.

As he rose from lacing up his boots the whine of a blaster charging was heard from behind.

A creeping sensation started in his spine and went to the back of his neck; he turned to see the Rajak woman: aiming right at him, a blaster gripped with both hands.

This slick green goddess had a serious look to her face and a sexy stance that accentuated her hips. Yondu couldn't help but laugh - looking like that, he had a hard time taking her seriously.

"Hahaha...okay." he started a bit smugly, though he was careful to keep his hands where she could see them. "Seems we oughta taken a lil time to get to know each other." Both his look and tone kicked up to a more serious notch. "I ain't the type you want to steal from."

She was quick to correct him. "I'm not robbing you. You match the description for a bounty in this solar system." With a hand keeping her gun at attention she reached into her pocket to pull out a device. One click on the side invoked a tablet-sized screen – a picture of his exact likeness (minus the cybernetic fin).

"10,000 units for your involvement in a series of crimes against the IPTA."

Damn, Yondu thought to himself. Only 10k? He had honestly figured he was worth more than that. It was kind of disappointing.

"Sorry to let'cha down, pet." He looked around as he spoke, stalling so he could think. "... makin' your bounty don't really work out for me."

"I would reel it in on the little names if I were you." Lultra said with malevolence.

There were a number of ways he could approach this situation. Yondu wasn't fretting just yet over the predicament; he'd come up with a plan, for sure... Just had to make sure not to give her cause to pull the trigger - no sudden movements, just keep her talking.

"You really think I'm gonna just go with you?"

"No, I don't." She retorted. "But I've already notified the authorities: All I need to do is keep you here until they arrive.

Then I get my bounty, and you get shipped off to prison."

Yondu's heart reacted to her words: that skip that happens when you're getting scared. He needed to think of a way out of this and quick.

Thinking of his mentor and what Stakar might do in this scenario- offer up an alternative, turn up the charm. He could talk his way out of this... she wanted money, right? He had that, and more was just a call away.

"How bout I get you the 10k and we keep everybody else out of it? Hell – I make a call n' we can make it 15."

"{tsk} I don't think so. Every bounty I get adds to my resume. You paying me off won't do much for my credibility."

He didn't have a good response to that.

She was roughly four to five feet away from him on the other side of the bed. Perhaps he could use the surroundings to his advantage and take her down physically, or was that too much of a risk?

Should he go straight to using his arrow? A twisting sensation panged his heart: just moments ago he held her in his arms. No, he could take care of this without killing her. He just needed to find an opening.

Part of him was considering jumping out the window. Actually... yeah, at this point that was looking like the best option. He could use his arrow, float down, and then just run.

Lultra could see him looking now behind her; quickly she moved to put the gun in her sights with a renewed focus. "Don't try it."

Her voice - Yondu knew she was trying to be so serious, but dammit if it wasn't cute.

"Take it easy darlin'," Though the tone was to soothe then convince, Lultra's eyes flared at the term. "You don't want to shoot me! Just calm d-"

Nope.

No sooner than the words had left his mouth the Rajak bounty hunter pulled the trigger on her gun. The type of blaster she was carrying was set to shoot a shock pulse: 3000 volts of electricity hit his body before he could think of his next move.

The subset of pain extraordinary -literally everything was touched by the surge, from the tips of his toes to the hairs on his face. The high voltage shot a droning sound throughout his skull and sent him into a state of shock. He cried out only briefly in reaction before rendering unconscious, body still convulsing from the spot where he fell on the floor.

Shit.

This scenario had never crossed his mind; granted he was a criminal... it was always possible for him to get arrested or caught. The way the Ravagers operated, though - moving around so much, Stakar having so many connections: their criminal history just never seemed to have an impact. He hadn't even considered that the girl could be a bounty hunter- looking back now it was so obvious. Approaching him first in that bar, being so quick to go off together, alone... little could be done about it in retrospect.

Hindsight was a bitch- he'd put himself in a vulnerable situation and gotten apprehended. What was worse: not a soul on the main Ravager vessel knew where he had gone today. Typical Yondu: he'd kept to himself.

How thoughtless of him... and now... what now?

There was nothing he could do. He was immobilized; within moments, he was taken. The thing he held most dear hung in the balance:

Yondu was losing his freedom.