Authors note: I'm a bit surprised none of you noticed that the last chapter cut off, almost mid sentence. Well, had to go and so I published what I had cause I had been writing all morning. Well, I'm proud to have Kamikaze contribute some ideas, in case I was running out, thank you, Kami. :D I recently gained a few followers and have been favorited for this story, so I'm definitely going to continue it. Heck, maybe when I publish my first real book, those of you will buy it. that'd be kewl. Its not a fanfiction, but it's an Idea I had and so I decided to write it. Currently it has around 34-35 chapters. Shooting for at least 50. I haven't worked on it for a while, but once school picks up again, ill be writing that, doing school work, and writing this, and my pokemon fanfic, if I have the time. Anyways, thanks for the reviews, lets continue on with the story!

Chapter 3 (2/2)

The Quest for the Black Card (Continued…)

"Ok, I'll admit it, yes, Indiana Jones music has been playing through my head this entire time. Is that such a bad thing?" Gloves laughs, strapping Black Studs to his hands.

"Not really, I was thinking more of a Super Mantheme when you were walking by and simply slicing through the boulders." Stocking giggles.

"Hahaha, really when you play them next to each other, not most people can tell the difference at some parts." Gloves smiles and they walk through the archway into the next room. Stocking and Gloves stop, looking around the room for traps before their eyes land on a table with a black book, a black quill, and some other items, with a statue of the Goddess standing above, arms outstretched to the heavens. Gloves steps forward and kneels before the statue of the Goddess and bows head in respect. "Mother."

He stands and walks to Stocking who is already at the desk, searching through the drawers.

"Don't just stand there, Gloves. Help me look!"

Gloves nods and ruffles around on the desk before picking up the black book. "What is this?"

Stocking looks at it. "Oh that? That's Garter's journal. Shows his history, dada-dada-dada. Not important." She goes back to searching as Gloves opens it and turns the book over, shaking it gently and a small rectangle falls out, clattering onto the floor. "Found it." Gloves says, putting the book back and picking up the card.

"Good, lets GTFO. This place gives me the creeps." Stocking says, shivering briefly. Gloves nods and slips the Black Card into his pocket, walking out of the sanctuary. "Race you to the exit!" He says, running past Stocking, who rushes after him, catching up as they make a break for the stairs at the end of the thresholds.

They finally run out into the lights of the church, and pant, hands on their knees, puffing air, catching their breath. "I totally won that." Stocking giggles, and Gloves smirks. "Totally. Now what do we do with it?" Gloves pulls out the black card.

Stocking takes it from him and grabs his hand, dragging him up the stairs to her bedroom. He looks around her room, mouth slightly open as she goes to her dresser and pulls a laptop out of her bottom drawer. She opens the laptop, which is decorated with a skull on the front with purple flames around it.

Gloves whistles. "I love your room. The bird cage bed, the black furniture, the gothic wardrobe, the dil-"

He stops in the middle of the word, looking at something on the floor.

"The what?" Stocking looks up, looking around her room.

"the-the Deluxe candy safe. Its cool. Maybe we could crack it open and have some fun one day." Gloves stammers for a split second, kneeling on the ground and putting something in his pocket.

"What is that?" Stocking looks at him, unable to see him over the edge of the Hulk sized bed.

"Oh, nothing just picking up my flashlight." Gloves points to his pocket and she nods. "Ok" He takes a deep breath and sits on the bed next to her, kicking off his boots. "So what are you doing?"

~Oh god, he's on my bed…~ "Umm…I was going to Heaven Online, to buy those motorcycles." She says, blushing softly.

"Maybe that can wait till later." Gloves smirks, whispering seductively.

"Huh?" Stocking turns to see him, shirtless and grinning slyly, his stomach gently toned, his eyes gleaming wildly and hungrily. She gulps as he climbs over the bed, getting on top of her, his hands traveling from her shoulders down, squeezing her breasts on the way down.

"Oh!" She moans, wrapping her hands in his wild blonde hair, closing her eyes as his wide hands squeeze her harder before going down her body, grabbing the edge of her blouse. He rips it off, and unhooks her bra from the front, squeezing her left breast while he sucks ferociously on the right's nipple, and she moans. "Stocking." He whispers in her ear, releasing the nipple from his ravenous mouth.

"Oh Gloves 3" She moans

"Stocking…" He tears away her dress, exposing her slit to the cool air of the room, glistening in the light.

"Oh Gloves, Take me." She whispers under her breath, closing her eyes.

"Stocking!" Gloves shakes her shoulders and she snaps out of her reverie, opening her eyes, startled. "Huh?"

"Woah…I was just saying, that bike looks cool." Gloves says, fully clothed, his hair its normal amount of messy, pointing at the computer screen.

"Huh?" She looks over herself, double checking for signs of him on her. ~Damn fantasies, so fucking distracting! Now I know how Panty feels.~

"This bike. The one with the black chrome and the ebony steel, with the single silver skull where the headlight should be." He points at the laptop again.

"I-I-isnt that dangerous?" She stammers, feeling herself wet between her legs as she tries to sit up and pay attention.

"Not really. It says the skull's eyes have headlights in them. Plus the spokes can deploy angelic blades, and the eyes can shoot a beam of pure angelic energy. Plus it comes in a different verion with white and gold decals, so we can buy Jacket one too…Hey, you ok?"

"No, I'm fine. Lets order them and go to bed…its been a long day." She clicks on the order button, ordering the two cycles, some sweets (meaning a whole freaking lot), and some spicy stuff and porn for Panty (also meaning a shipload), and a pair of leather gloves with steel studs on the foreknuckles designed for punching any being, mortal, angelic, ghost, or demon.

Stocking escorts him to her door, reluctantly, wishing he'd slam her on the bed and tie her to the headboard and fuck her already. "Well…Goodnight, Gloves…" She says looking up at the back of his long shaggy blonde hair that reaches down to the bottom of his neck.

He turns around and smiles, giving her a perfect view of his pearly teeth and his icy blue eyes that make her feel so light headed. "Good night, Stocking." He kisses her and before she has a chance to pull him back inside, and walks off down the hall, leaving her happy, yet extremely disappointed…and horny.

She watches till he turns down the hall and she waits for him to come back before slamming the door and jumping on the bed, yanking open her drawer in search of her "friend"

Gloves reaches his door and is about to close it when he hears the distant scream of "PANTY WHERE THE FUCK IS MY DILDO?" from the other side of the church, and an explosion.

"Oh Heavens! That's a riot." Gloves closes the door to turn and see Jacket laughing his ass off, on his white bed, the television on and a game consol hooked up. "Uhh…where did you get that?" Gloves points to the white console. "Oh it's a Xbox. Humans waste hours playing these damn contraptions, so I decided to…uh… 'Acquire' one." "Really, Jacket? Really?" Gloves crosses his arms. "That's stealing."

"Whatever, mister high and mighty! If we're going to be stuck on this damn planet, I want to be entertained by something other than teasing that blonde all day, as entertaining as it is, it gets tireing. Don't worry, I got you a controller too." Jacket tosses Gloves a black and silver controller similar to his gold and white one.

"I think I'll join you in the morning" Gloves says, stripping for bed.

"Hey, I don't need to see that!" Jacket laughs, joking and holds his hands over his eyes.

"Shut up, you!" Gloves says, throwing his black jeans at Jacket, who catches it with easy, upside down.

"Nice try, brother." Something long falls out of Glove's jean's pocket, landing in Jackets lap. "What the-?"

He looks down to see a long purple dildo in his lap. "…uhhhhhhh….I hope to the Goddess this is not yours, Gloves."

"What do you mean?" Gloves turns to see the dildo. "Oh shit, give me that!" He dives at Jacket, trying to grab it from him, who picks it up and holds it behind him, putting a hand to push away Gloves, smirking. "This is Stocking's, isn't it?"

Gloves growls and struggles harder against his older brother. "Yes, now give me it back, damn it!"

"Hahaha, no, I think I'll keep it."

Glove's blue eyes turn red and he punches Jacket in the stomach hard, making him drop the dildo and hold his stomach, and Gloves snatches the dildo from mid air and jumps back into his black bed and growls at Jacket, ferally.

"So you also inhereited Father's Wrath. Interesting." Jacket says calmly, watching Glove's red glaring eyes, protective of his stolen possession. "And you told me not to steal…I wonder what would happen if Stocking found out you stole her dildo. What would she think?"

Glove's red eyes instantly turn his icy blue. "You wouldn't! Jacket, this is the first girl I've EVER actually liked. She's the ONLY person I've ever liked, besides you." Gloves sneers. "And that's occasionally."

Jacket smirks. "Well maybe a few favors and I will forget entirely about this."

Gloves growls and lays back in bed. "Figures you would black mail me over this."

Jacket laughs "Did you expect something else?"

Gloves lays down. "Fine, what is it you want?"

Jacket unpauses his game…"I'll think about it."

Gloves snorts and rolls onto his side, facing the door, away from the TV, and looks at the dildo in and on a whim, sniffs it, and finds Stocking's scent on it and blushes, and stores it in a drawer, locking it.

… "You're really fucked up in the head sometimes, Gloves." Jacket chuckles, looking at his brother.

"So they tell me." Gloves closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep, dreaming about Stocking.

…Ok, MAYBE that ending was a tad creepy. Sue me.

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