Powdered Sugre

by The-French-One

Here is the latest season of my Pet shopFake, Earthian, Rent,Queer as Folk, White Lion, Heaven Help Us, Mythology and a few other series that pop up every now and then, to be mentioned later. This is Yaoi so be warned, as always we look forward to commets

38. Fire WORKS

Powdered Sugre 38

Fire WORKS

"Sweetheart, sweetheart."

"Georgie, Georgie."

"Oh... Dumpling, Dumpling."

"Sweetheart," George opened his eyes waving away the offensive smelling object being waved in front of his nose. Lord D smiled having arrived to find them all in a panic. Jhaymes carried George to a couch to lay him down.

"Lucky for you all that I had a check up today," Lord D laughed softly. "I sense no illness, but more like an overload. What happened?"

"Torcha ate Don Magely," Rain said weakly his finger pointing at the dragon queen.

"It's rude to point," Lord D said as if the young man had not just said that a dragon ate a human. Rain dropped his arm to his side. "Are they running out of stags and elk here that you have to go to earth and eat humans?"

"No, he was printing really nasty things about Dumpling," Torcha said her lip firm as she defended her reason for devouring the journalist.

"Why is everything always food with you?" Jhaymes demanded as George's eyes focused on the hovering people around him. "You call him Dumpling, the small MaClean is Giblet and..."

"Mind your tongue when speaking to my wife, or you will be food to me," Laton stepped up to Jhaymes.

"Please don't eat him," George got to his feet and rushed between the dragon and the phoenix.

"No one's eating anyone," George looked over at the small man that seemed to enter the studio on accident. He paused and looked around at the occupants of the room as they bowed to High King Zarro.

"Blasted Feather head," Laton grumbled after completing his bow to his king.

"Jhaymes, Xi is here he is with Alera now, but he says you wanted him to meet someone." Zarro yawned widely and for a moment George was transfixed by the sight of the long canines in the human mouth. "Now will someone please tell me what is going on... not you Daphnus, I do want to make it to dinner on time. Victoria gives me a stern look if I am late.

"I'll explain," Torcha volunteered shifted from her human form to something fierce that George had never seen before. He stared up at the deep green, black and silver scaled creature where she stood to one side of the studio. "There was this vile human," Torcha began her words booming from her gut with a breath of hot air. "He was saying horrid things about my Dumpling and some not so nice things connected to our Snap Dragon. I know my Snap Dragon can handle his own, but look at him," Torcha turned her large head to George who had effectively hidden himself behind Jhaymes. "He was crass, and so... I ate him. He wasn't even all that tasty either."

"Oh I feel so sorry for you," Ryo said folding his arms still glaring at his grandmother. "You should not have eaten him in the first place. How are we supposed to solve this. We can not leave it with a simple, vague, it's an Arcadian matter, and has been solved. American government officials will soon become tired and aggravated with this unknown kingdom that causes such dissension in the public. We can't cold it either. We do not cold cases, we solve cold cases and I will be damned if we make one."

"Snap Dragon, please calm down." Laton tried to placate Ryo.

"You are not to set foot on American soil until we get this done with," Dee said to Torcha who pouted and shifted back to her human form. "Laton, if we need a dragon to keep George would you be willing?" Dee asked the king of dragons who nodded hoping his acquiesce would please Ryo. "At least we can trust you not to eat anyone who writes trash."

"Just because I wouldn't eat him doesn't mean he would still be alive." Laton said with a grin. "He could be roasted and swept out to sea, stepped on, clawed, fed to T-Chan, I hear it's been a while since he had human, he might be a little jealous that Torcha did not save him any."

"T-Chan... That... I mean, Christopher's pet?" George asked feeling lightheaded again. Lord D showed him the vial and he clung to Jhaymes willing himself not to faint. George felt the ground rumble then begin to shake. He held on to Jhaymes afraid that there was a quake going on. He turned around to see that the source of the rumbling was a large white lion with wings rolling on the floor with laughter. "You're all mad!" George said and ran from the room in tears.

"Sweetheart," Jhaymes ran after him not wanting George lost in the palace. He found him sitting on a balcony overlooking the Aurous sea. "Sweetheart."

"Hold me," George clenched his hands on the railing and sighed when Jhaymes stood behind him and held him tight. "Looking out there, I wonder what is under those waves you know?" George sniffled. "Is it whales and fish, or something more deadly. Friendly mermaids or a murderous Kraken?"

"Both, all of the above really, though the sea Dragons live in the Drak'Kon Ocean on the other side of the world." Jhaymes said feeling George's heart thud erratic in his frame. Pressing George's back firmly against his front Jhaymes splayed his hands over George's waist. "This is you know? This is another world."

"I think it is starting to sink in," George said and turned around in Jhaymes arms. "Kiss me." Jhaymes was delighted to comply. He pulled George in close and pressed their lips together. George sighed opening his mouth he met Jhaymes tongue with his own losing himself in the feel of those sweet lips. George sighed leaning into Jhaymes his body straining forward. Jhaymes leaned into George his hands roaming the cloth covered back straying down in a southerly direction. George gasped pushing his hips forward as Jhaymes palmed his bottom. Feeling the fingers knead George moved his mouth away and Jhaymes latched onto his neck. "You really do like my bum."

"Ummm," Jhaymes said and pushed the large vest and long top up. His hands came in contact with the pants George wore and he groaned sliding his hands along the band. "Oh... we can't, we can't." Jhaymes backed away and George gave and audible groan.

"Why?" George looked around. "No one is here, it's just us, or even if you are worried about the people who could walk by... Where is your room?"

"That's not it," Jhaymes said breathing heavily his body clamoring to get closer to George. "Lord Suzaku is here, I called him. It would be rude to..." Jhaymes said no more as George dropped to his knees. "Oh... Oh... Oh... what are you doing?" George said nothing, he simply smiled and yanked Jhaymes pants to his knees. Jhaymes gasped at the warm, wet tunnel that sucked him in. He moaned feeling his knees go weak he leaned back against the wall as George's head bobbed. "George, Sweetheart," Jhaymes said his whimper bubbling over George. Jhaymes had never been held so tenderly. Kisses rained over him and long slow licks followed by deep sucking. "Oh... Sweetheart...You should stop that now," Jhaymes tried losing his hands in George's abundant hair. Instead of pulling him Jhaymes lifted his hips pushing himself further into George's mouth. "You have to stop that now."

"Um hm," George said pulling back but leaving his lips in contact. "You're gone," George smiled and swallowed Jhaymes whole. Jhaymes tried to stifle, he really did, but he cried out as he came. Jhaymes began to slide down the wall just as George got to his feet and helped him to stand.

"What the heck was that?" Jhaymes asked when he could catch his breath and speak with some semblance of normalcy.

"What?" George said wiping his mouth on a handkerchief. "You never had a blowjob?"George asked with a giggle as he pulled out his lipstick and re-applied. "I thought you had a lover... didn't you guys sleep together?"

"We didn't do that," Jhaymes said and George widened his eyes as he stared at Jhaymes.

"You never... never..." George said helping Jhaymes to re-fasten his pants.

"We, kissed a lot, his mouth and he liked when I licked his chest, but then," Jhaymes shrugged. "I would enter him, or well, he... would... well... me." Jhaymes explained his face red.

"There you are," Jhaymes and George both turned horrified eyes to the tall blond man that, despite the bright hair color appeared to be Asian.

"Lord Suzaku..." Jhaymes gasped. "This is George."

Break

"Okay," Ryo said pacing with his fingers pressed to his forehead. "You've finally gone and done it," Ryo said to Torcha. "We may have to retire and hide Arcadia for a few years until this blows over."

"Snap dragon you are over reacting," Laton grumbled and steam blew from his nose. In a human guise the action caused few raised brows.

"I have an idea," Bikky said sitting next to Zarro looking absurdly small next to the large white lion. Zarro flexed his wings then settled them around the young man. "You know, Andy and Nes and well the Royale have dopple-whats-it's. Fairies and Elves that can make themselves look like them when suspicion is high that their real lives could be connected to Arcadia. So what if we had you guys find Don Magely in a hotel room doing something illegal with an Arcadian subject. Preferably minor, so that you would have the right to haul him before the king. Then claim he resisted arrest and send his body home for burial."

"That would be a good idea," Dee began. "Except for the fact this his body is currently a pile of steaming dragon doodie."

"No, no, that could work," Torcha said while Laton beamed a proud smile at his little dragonling, as they both called Bikky and Lyo. "It does not have to be his body, just a body. Count D can make it look like him and no one needs to know about my little indiscretion."

"No," Zarro said and Bikky got to his feet at the unsettling feeling of Zarro's voice rumbling the floor underneath his bottom. "If we want it to be believable better get the best at the duplication, better get Sofu D."

"But will he do it?" Torcha asked twisting her fingers showing the first sign of guilt at her actions. "You know he can be a stubborn git that I have contemplated having for dessert on many occasions."

"You know what O-Ji-Sama," Ryo said coming to stand in front of her. He looked down at her human form and sighed. "This world is full of people that will annoy you, or insult you, or say something nasty about someone you love, but that does not mean you can eat them. I understand that you love deeply and your only desire is to protect those that you love, but America was founded on freedom. The freedom to say what you choose. To be what you choose, and to live in the manner you see fit. Just because someone says something you don't like, you can't kill them." Ryo sighed when it seemed as if the ancient dragon before him did not understand. "I know what it means that you gave George a nick name, you think of him as one of your kits, a baby," Ryo said to Rain and Bikky who looked confused at the word.

"Not just a baby," Xi said entering the studio with George and a red faced Jhaymes. "No Ryo, it goes deeper, she does not see him as a baby, she sees him as her baby." George gasped looking at the queen of the eastern fire dragons. "My guess is... He threatened you, didn't he?" Xi asked George. Looking away from the odd man that had asked Jhaymes three times already if he was sure of George's gender, George sighed. "So to protect you, she did what any mother would. The females of any species are far more dangerous than any male could ever be. Especially when protecting her young. He decided that it would be his choice, his freedom," Xi looked at Ryo with raised brows. " To threaten someone who he thought was weaker than him not knowing the allies he had... And he got eaten. Don't try to use your logical American human absolutes here kid, it won't work."

Laton smirked looking at the elaborate cheongsam the master phoenix wore. "Now that's one bird I can deal with." Xi smiled and Ryo deflated sitting next to Dee.

Torcha went over to George and took his hand. She admired the silver polish on the nails and smiled up at him. "I will never be sorry that I disposed of the vile trash, but I am so sorry that it upset you. I am sorry that it might cause you trouble snap dragon." Torcha said looking at Ryo the back at George. "But, dumpling, you want to stay here and finish your album, he said he would make you leave. Then he called you that horrid name. And once we were alone," Torcha rumbled and thick smoke curled around her that she waved away with a delicate hand. "I won't give the details. But before I even realized I had moved, I was swallowing. It was too late to even spit him out."

"Torcha, if you want to adopt him," Laton said patting his wife's arm. "I won't mind, he is sweet, for a human."

"But, both of my parents are still alive," George said with a small smile. "And I am a little old to be adopted."

"Your human rules mean nothing here." Laton waved away the words.

"I am glad to hear about your parents," Torcha smiled. "Think about it though, like Bikky says about his two dads. While one dad is cool, two is awesome. The same can be said for sets of parents." George laughed then went to sit beside Ryo and collect his thoughts. Ryo inhaled near him and his face turned red.

"What?" George asked when Ryo stared aghast at him. "Oh... You can smell it?" He whispered to Ryo. George grinned and stuck his tongue out wiggling it and smiled. Jhaymes, watching blushed anew as it came to him that again, George had pleasured him, and he had not reciprocated. Remorse crashed on him and Jhaymes went to the piano his fingers moved over the keys softly. At the pretty melody George gasped for it seemed as if each chord touched him. Not in a sexual way, but tenderly, his eyes, his lips, his cheeks. George closed his eyes to better appreciate the soft music that had no effect on the other occupants in the room aside from being a pretty melody.

"Seduce him on your own time," Nestoir said hanging up his cell. "I just got a call from Washington. Apparently Calliope has complained to her sister and challenged our best warriors to a duel, sort of like the Olympics, no hostilities, just a showing of our skills compared to theirs."

"Sounds fun," Dee said with a laugh.
"Not quite," Nestoir said and sighed. " That is why Washington called me. They said they have no problem with us honoring the challenge, but if we do then the participants can not stay in America during the trials. They are not revoking citizenship, as soon as the competition is over you will return home."

"They are kicking us out of America!" Ryo said then glared at Torcha.

"No, not exactly," Nestoir said. "You can visit your friends, and shopping and the concerts and interviews that Brian has us scheduled for, but your home is to be closed down for the duration. America wants to remain on amicable terms with both countries.

"I'll do more than slap that wench," Andy ground out folding her arms.

"I guess we'll go home and pack," Bikky sighed. "Moving into the palace... fun." Bikky thought of Carol knowing her aunt would have a problem with her staying at the Consulate for any extended periods of time. They had limited time as it was and it had been almost a week since he had done more than kiss her. Bikky ground his teeth in frustration.

"You don't seem pleased, I thought you liked the palace." George said he looked in a mirror and gasped. He was quick to pull out a handkerchief and wipe a spot off his neck.

"I do, but Carol... We never have time to be alone." Bikky said his face screwed into a frown.

"Well there are ways to improvise," George said then he grinned feeling a warm wind that he knew had to come from Jhaymes. "You know..." George stuck his tongue out at Bikky and raised his brows.

George gasped when Dee took his arm and pulled him to his feet. "Are you advising my son to perform cunnilingus?"

"Possibly," George laughed with a flirtatious giggle.

"You're a man of varied and interesting experience." Dee said his brows raised as he looked at George. "You would never advise something you yourself have not done and found to be enjoyable."

"Experience is not a bad thing," George said with a grin.

"I never said it was." Dee grinned then looked back at Jhaymes still sitting at the piano. He shook his head. Those two had a lot to work out, but he hoped that it would all be fine in the end.

Break

Bill sighed pacing the confines of his hotel room. This was the second time he had died. And all for his needs. Would he change his actions if given another chance? No. He wanted that human and he would have him. Bill held up the scarf with a smile. Taking the scarf from the rehabilitation center had been one of the best things he could have ever done. Oh yes, Bill thought fingering the satin material in a bright print. He would have him indeed.

Break

Jeremy was incredulous. He re-read the note on his desk with something akin to awe. "Jerry, guess what!! The Royale and all affiliated have called us back. They said of all the things written about them yours was less offensive. You are to do a tv interview with Macy. This is your big chance to make it onto the screen!! You lucky duck you. Better have your questions ready, show time is next week!!" Jeremy sat the note down and sighed. Dotty always used too many exclamation points but today he had to agree with his assistant. "!!" It was all he think. Wait til he told Berkeley. Just as the excited bubble hit him he deflated. JJ, his cousin, was married to Lord D, a Count of Arcadia, he was the natural choice. It was not his merit, or his hard work. But he was not fool enough to turn down the offer. Jeremy looked at the note again then sighed. Well he had better get to work on those questions.

Break

George sat his make-up case down with a sigh. Jhaymes tried to pull him into his arms only to have George move away. They had been back at Ryo and Dee's house for two days. Two days that George had slept alone. Jhaymes tried again sitting on the bed and trying to pull George into his arms. Jhaymes gasped when George knocked his hands away and went to unpack. He was not even paying attention to the elaborate appointments in his palatial room. His voice was less than steady as he said. "I have a very clear policy, don't start something, you don't intend to finish."

"What's this all about?" Jhaymes stared at George his confusion almost enough to make George forget his solo sessions and frustration. Almost.

"Nothing," George said. Jhaymes stood trying to reach for George and he agilely danced out of Jhaymes reach. "It's nothing," George sighed his eyes filling as he thought that maybe Jhaymes truly did not want him. No, he had felt Jhaymes response to him on many occasions, so why? George wondered, why hadn't they made love? "I'm cranky."

"And tense," Jhaymes said as he caught George around the middle. George gasped, he could not get away from the hold and yet Jhaymes was not hurting him. The strength was there, but not used against him. George tried to relax but knew that if he continued his sulking Jhaymes would get angry. Things were going so well, he didn't want his frustration to ruin things."I am good at massages. During training it can get pretty tough. We aren't allowed to do much of anything fun. Zarro actually had to have High prince Nestoir and High Princess Andromache in separate rooms. She's crankier than I've ever seen her." Jhaymes said alerting George to the fact that he knew exactly why his soon to be lover was upset. "Nestoir actually threatened to bite Master Xi during yesterday's session. Training, sucks."

"Training?" George asked looking at Jhaymes as it all made sense. The lingering kisses that led to no where. The cautious touches that ignited a fire in his blood and yet went unquenched by any hand but his own. "Training?" George said again looking deep into Jhaymes eyes becoming lost in the depths just as Jhaymes succumbed to his and kissed him deeply.

"Yes," Jhaymes said when he was able to pull his mouth away from Jhaymes. "Training," Jhaymes answered the un-asked question. "Tomorrow, I don't care what is happening, the world could be falling on our heads, but I mean to have you. Training will be done. We don't have to abstain during the trials and I mean to have you." Jhaymes promised. "But I wonder..." Jhaymes said nothing more, he pressed a kiss to George's mouth and left him alone in the room. George was left panting sitting on his bed. He thought of all Jhaymes had said about the training. Should he be upset that this was the first he had heard of it, or let it go and just be happy that it was nothing he had done that caused Jhaymes to back away from him. He was happy. George decided then got up to unpack his belongings even as in the back of his mind he wondered why they had not put him in Jhaymes room to begin with.

Break

Thud... The sound of the demon corpse hitting the mat was loud in the room. Ryo gasped looking at Master Xi as if the phoenix was insane. "When I said I would submit to training, I never thought you would pit us against actual demons."

"Yes well, there is not one human out there that can give you a good accounting of skills." Xi said waving away the words and summoning Rain to the mat. Ryo watched his son tremble at the horned beast that stood ready for a chance to kill the puny human in his way to what he assumed was freedom.

"Where did these guys come from anyway?" Dee asked keeping his eye on the beast that reared up and attacked. Rain jumped into the air and launched himself into striking the monster before it could touch him. Though the beast fouled the wind Rain focused on the task at hand. The beast charge him again and he jumped up planting his foot on top of the monsters head just as he had seen Count D do. Bikky cheered when the demon stumbled. He had at first been worried about Rain fighting the monster with his weakness to demon fouled wind, but it seemed as if his brother had a handle on things. Rain turned around catching the demon in the back with a well placed kick sending him flying. Before it could get up again Xi set it ablaze ending the trial.

"You are a credit to your teacher," Xi bowed to Rain who likewise bowed to him.

"Thank you sensei," Rain said then turned to bow to his parents and Count D.

"You have all done well, in a Tomorrow we will begin the trials." Zarro announced from his padded cushion. "Head to the showers." Zarro inclined his large head to the door and his mane billowed around him. "Tonight you have an all in press conference and interview with two feature reporters. Go be charming." Zarro yawned widely then got to his feet. "There was a nice patch of sunlight out in the yard, I think I need to go nap in it."

"How much catnip does he eat on a daily basis?" Dee leaned over and whispered to Nestoir who often found himself asking the same thing. "Hey," Dee said catching Jhaymes arm as they headed into the private bathrooms. "Where's George? I thought he would have wanted to watch the training. You know, cheer you on and stuff."

"Oh, yesterday after I moved him in he was a bit cranky," Jhaymes said with a sigh. "Not that I blame him. But I did not want him to watch the training anyway." Jhaymes shook his head. "The demons would probably scare him."

"Oh, the things we do for love," Alera mocked her brother then headed down the hall before he could counter.

"Actually, Ryo, Dee," Jhaymes said and stopped them from entering their room. "I have a few questions, and well. I thought you could help me."

"Oh," Ryo said wiping his face on his towel. "What's up?"

"What can I do to George that will feel good?"Dee gulped his water and coughed at Jhaymes blurted question. "I feel so inadequate, he has loads of experience and I... Don't. I mean his first time he was fifteen, fifteen human years... I was fifteen hundred my first time and already he has done more with his hands and mouth than I ever would have dreamed of. What if he doesn't like it? What if I can't please him? Yesterday I told him, today no matter what and now I feel as if it was an empty promise. I do want him, I do." Jhaymes blushed when Ryo and Dee stared open mouthed at him.

"You're over fifteen hundred years old?" Dee said steering Jhaymes into he and Ryo's room.

"He was fifteen?" Ryo said when the door shut.

"Yeah, some older guy, Italian," Jhaymes sat down his shoulders slumped. "Then after him there were others, then Jon came. What if I can't please him?" Jhaymes sighed looking out of the window watching the sun travel the sky. They did not have much time before they would need to leave for the conference center. "I know you helped Leon and Count D and Chihaya and Kagetsuya. So please, help me too."

"Jhaymes," Ryo said and sat down near Jhaymes on the couch. "Do you know why we helped Count D and Leon?"

"Cause they did not know what they were doing. I don't know what..." Jhaymes began but halted when he felt Ryo's finger on his lips.

"Neither of them did," Ryo said with a sigh. "And going ahead without some knowledge could have left Count D seriously hurt, the same goes for two teenage boys. We did not help them in time and one of them did end up with sutures. But Jhaymes, George is not inexperienced."

"I know, that's why I need..." Jhaymes stopped speaking when Dee laughed.

"No, you don't. The only one who can tell you what George wants is George," Ryo said. "Now go get a shower and sort him out." Ryo said using George's own words. Jhaymes got to his feet his frown still in place. He would do what ever he could to please George.

Break

George dragged a comb through his wet hair then looked out of his window. He sat in the way of the curtains so that the sun would not burn his freshly bathed skin. He had always been pale and he loved it. Twisting his hair on top of his head George went to his vanity and sat down with his make up spread out before him. As he applied his foundation his mind wandered to Jhaymes as it so often did when he was alone. He did wonder what kind of training they were going through. Jhaymes had said that it was grueling. George sat down the soft pad and picked up his brushes, lost in thought he finished his make up. Un-clipping his hair he looked into the mirror as it fell around him. He thought about cutting it, but recalled Jhaymes love of his tresses.

Keeping his robe on George went and rummaged through his closet for an outfit that would look good on him. "Anything really," George gasped and turned around to see Jhaymes standing on his balcony. George said nothing, he went to the balcony and looked down. Unless Jhaymes could scale the side of the palace with no hand holes, there was no way he could have made it up there. George looked up scanning the sky for Hydran. The pegasus was no where to be seen. "I told you, remember, that I would fly to your side as soon as I was able."

"You can fly?" George asked turning at last to look at Jhaymes. His heart skipped several revolutions as he took in the deep fluffy hair that grew in natural streaks of green and black. "How come you look better?" George asked taking in the sash to his robe but caught his breath when Jhaymes pulled him into his arms. "Oh..." George said feeling Jhaymes fingers splay on his back and pulling him in.

Jhaymes said nothing. Afraid that his mouth would run away with him he decided to put it to good use and pressed his lips to George's. George sighed melting into Jhaymes his insides boiling at the simple contact. "Tell me what to do to you." Jhaymes said walking with George in his arms until George was sitting on the bed looking up at him. "How can I make you feel good?" George licked his lips, looking up at Jhaymes, he opened his robe.

George sat still while Jhaymes looked down at his body. "What are you willing to do?" George asked reaching up to take Jhaymes hand he tugged until he was sitting next to him on the bed.

"Anything, whatever you want," Jhaymes declared he pulled George's hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.

"Dangerous words," George said as he got to his knees on the bed. Jhaymes became lost in George's eyes. Jhaymes leaned in pressing his mouth to George. That kiss, Jhaymes knew he would be forever addicted. George was always open, always willing and welcoming. His tongue eagerly met in a passionate duel. Jhaymes drank George in sighing into his mouth. George pulled his face back but did not get far. Jhaymes pulled him near and licked a hot trail down his neck. Running his hands down George's arms, he took the robe down. The large article settled about George's hips and he reached for Jhaymes shirt. He stared at the muscles that were revealed. "You're magnificent."

"You look delicious," Jhaymes whispered nibbling George's ear.

"Then taste me," George said. "Feel me, use these big, strong hands to touch me." George's voice was like a dulcet flame that ignited an inferno of lust deep in Jhaymes belly. "Oh...ah," George gasped when Jhaymes pushed him back on the bed crawling over him. Jhaymes mouth found a pert nipple and he licked. "Suck it, a little harder." George instructed and sighed as Jhaymes complied. "Here, like this," George took Jhaymes left hand and brought it up to the nipple that he was not sucking. Feeling George begin to write underneath him Jhaymes looked up into his face and saw his eyes cloud over with desire.

Nibbling at George's chest Jhaymes felt his body respond. The heat, the scent of George's budding arousal sparking his own. "I want you," Jhaymes groaned licking George's chest. "Can I... Like you did for me... I mean... With my mouth?" Jhaymes words seemed loud to him as he said them but George's smile was beautifully flirtatious.

"I'll never say no to that," George chuckled and sat up on a few pillows. He spread his legs as Jhaymes moved back on the bed.

"You'll tell me if it's good?" Jhaymes asked gentle as he palmed George.

"Believe me darling," George said relaxing into the feel of Jhaymes fingers stroking him. "You'll know if it's good."

"Oh sweetheart," George smiled closing his eyes at the first hot lick of Jhaymes tongue. "You do taste good." Jhaymes feasted on the flesh before him licking, kissing and attempting to suck.

Where Jhaymes was untrained and eager, George was kind. Wincing only a little George tried shifting his hips for a better position."Whoa..." George said lifting Jhaymes face from his lap. "More tongue, less teeth." He said waiting for the sting to leave. Jhaymes stuttered his way through an apology pushing George's legs apart he settled in again. "Relax your throat, you'll take more in," George coached. "That's right, like that." George moaned at the feel of Jhaymes taking him deeper inside of his warm, wet mouth. It was hot, so hot, like liquid fire sliding along his skin in a pleasant sensation that made George glad to be reclining for sure he couldn't stand. Jhaymes smiled around his mouthful of George when he could feel his human swell. George gasped then lifted his hips hoping for more contact. "Keep doing that," George whispered burrowing his fingers in Jhaymes wild mane. Jhaymes moved his mouth down tasting the healthy globes beneath. "Ooh." George tossed his head back as his body flew into heightened sensations of heat and passion.

Jhaymes smiled, yeah, he thought licking further he found the bud shaped opening beckoning to him, he knew. George's body began to tremble as his breathing sped up. Jhaymes could almost feel his own heart race to match it. "Mmm," George tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and moaned his pleasure his fingers still gripping in Jhaymes hair. "I don't know if you're ready for this... move darling." George tried, but Jhaymes was ready. He wanted it. He would not move. George tried again, holding back with all his might but Jhaymes was relentless. Crying out George spilled himself and Jhaymes, with a grin, drank it all.

Crawling over George's sweat dampened body Jhaymes recalled Count D's words about man flesh being highly addictive. He believed it. For even as he licked his lips he already craved another taste. George caught his breath holding Jhaymes to him tightly his fingers traveling with glee over the rippling muscles. "Wow," Jhaymes said as his body still strained for release.

"Ummm," George pressed his lips upward sucking Jhaymes tongue into his mouth. He could taste himself mingled with the exotic flavor of Jhaymes and was amazed at his body's reaction. So soon? "Jhaymes..." George wiggled his hand down the front of Jhaymes pants. Jhaymes would forever love those hands. So warm, enveloping him so sweetly. But he couldn't... not yet.

"Wait, sweetheart," Jhaymes moaned at the gentle squeezing that pumped him.

"Its okay, luv," George crooned kissing Jhaymes cheek, his hand going faster, squeezing tighter.

"But..." Jhaymes tried his voice weak as his body trembled closer to the end of his endurance.

"You'll last longer, trust me." George promised his fingers showing no mercy. When Jhaymes came, he kissed George deeply holding him tight to his body. "Take your pants off luv," George said tugging the waistband. When Jhaymes could think with a rational mind he scooted the pants down his legs and kicked free of the fine garment. He pulled George to him and under pleased to see that his body was alive again so soon. The mere scent of George was enough. "Ummm... Umm... Oh... No wait," Jhaymes halted in the midst of pushing George's legs up and crawling over him. "It has been some time for me," George admitted and slid away from Jhaymes who stared at him in blatant confusion. "A little preparation will do wonders for us both." George reached into his make-up kit and retrieved a tube of lubrication. "Use your fingers luv, inside of me."

"Inside?" Jhaymes eyes widened when George got onto his back and raised his legs.

"Yes," George said nodding without a hint of shyness. Jhaymes recalled Ryo and Dee's advice. No one would know what George liked but George.

"Tell me if I hurt you," Jhaymes begged his fingers tentative as they spread the sweet smelling concoction over George's soft, pale skin.

"You won't, just go slow at first, until you get the hang of it." Jhaymes nodded his fingers sliding inside. George closed his eyes at the feel of the hot fingers. It was a light exploration, Jhaymes, despite George's reassurance, was terrified that he would hurt him. "Oh... That is exquisite." George encouraged by moving his hips in a circular motion in time to Jhaymes movements and spurring the phoenix to go faster, deeper. George reached down and stroked himself voicing his pleasure at Jhaymes ministrations. "More..." George panted. "More lube," George said hitching his hips when Jhaymes pulled away to comply. "Okay," George said after a while his body on fire from within. "Come here darling."

Jhaymes looked up at the pale arms beckoning to him and his heart seemed to speed beyond his control. He settled his hips between George's spread legs and gasped at the moist heat that seemed to call to him. "Please tell me if I hurt you," Jhaymes begged again pressing his body forward. George was still underneath him relaxing and breathing pulling him in with each breath. George gasped his body seeming to explode as Jhaymes brushed against his most sensitive spot deep inside. He dragged along in agonizing slowness pressing himself in and rubbing it deliciously. Jhaymes continued in until he was completely sheathed his body melding to George. "Is it... Is it okay? Do you need me to pull out?"

George shook his head unable to articulate the deep joy his body experienced. "Yes... yes... oh, Jhaymes... yes..."

"Pull out... yes?" Jhaymes asked afraid that he had indeed hurt George.

"Don't you dare," George wrapped his arms around Jhaymes he opened his eyes and Jhaymes nearly wept at the deep pleasure he could read in the light orbs. Oh! Jhaymes smiled and relaxed into George's soft body. This part he knew. George gasped, crying out as Jhaymes began a slow, deliberate thrust that moved along every nerve he had. Especially... that one. "Ah... Ooh," George raised his hips to meet the thrusts with enthusiasm at the thrilling ride. Jhaymes listened to the heavy breathing his own passion stirred by the sounds, the feel of George.

"I love you sweetheart," Jhaymes declared his body moving faster as his passions grew. "I love you..."

"Mmmm," George managed trying to remember his ability to speak. "I love you," George panted the words meeting each thrust with one of his own. Jhaymes had never felt such a enthusiastic response. Jesse had, off course, enjoyed their copulation, but George seemed to revel in it. George was soon lost again as Jhaymes rubbed against, pressed into and otherwise stimulated his most sensitive bit of flesh on each movement. In and out, in and out a graceful rhythm was reached and between the two of them a peak was achieved, fast in some moments, slow and languorous in others. Clinging, sweating and moaning. Heavy breathing punctuated by joyful cries filled the sunlit room. "Jhaymes... Darling, oh Jhaymes... I'm..." George could say no more. But his body's tantalizing massage had Jhaymes caught up in passion beyond his control and he released deep inside. George cried out in shock at the feel of the intense heat inside of him. He half expected it to singe him from within and yet the residual warmth left him feeling a level of connection he had never before experienced.

"Are you alright?" Jhaymes asked when George opened his eyes and realized he was in his arms.

"I'm wonderful," George said with a sigh holding Jhaymes tight around the waist and laying his head on the broad chest. "That was, you are... marvelous." George looked up at Jhaymes appreciating the warm, cuddly expression in his eyes. Jhaymes pressed a kiss to his forehead and George laughed. "I have to bathe again and re-do my foundation." Jhaymes didn't know why, but the comment struck him as funny and he laughed. He dragged his hand along George's back and gasped as his body seemed to wake up.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Jhaymes asked trying to hide the obvious state of his fresh arousal. George grinned then rubbed his leg on the stiff appendage. "Sweetheart."

"Shh, luv," George pushed Jhaymes onto his back. "My body is already open to you." George climbed on top of Jhaymes showing him his own burgeoning hardness. "You do fantastic things to me." George reached back and stroked Jhaymes with his hand. "Open me," He commanded and Jhaymes fondled the fleshy globes of George's behind spreading them apart. He felt something warm hit his thighs as George settled over him. George giggled when Jhaymes slid inside his way paved by the lubrication and his own release leaving George's body. George eased down wiggling his hips in a circular motion that nearly drove Jhaymes mad.

Jhaymes gripped George's hips and pushed up into his warm body. "Sweetheart... Georgie," Jhaymes cried out pushing up. He heard George cry out and looked up in panic afraid he had hurt him. Jhaymes was pleased to see that George was in the throes of pleasure riding him with abandon. Jhaymes gripped George's hips and helped him, moving with him in a sensuous dance that drove them both wild.

"Jhaymes..." George cried out feeling his body peak. "Touch me," George took one of the hands from his waist and wrapped it around his straining member. Jhaymes worked his hands while George moved his hips and he smiled as he could feel the deep squeezing of George's body and the warm splash of his release. Jhaymes held George close pulling him in tight as again he filled him with his hot love. "Mmmm," George lifted himself from Jhaymes and sat beside him on the bed. "No more."

"Are you alright?" Jhaymes asked worried again that he had hurt his human lover.

"I'm fine Jhaymes," George's laugh was soft and he trailed his fingers lightly over Jhaymes cheek marveling that the skin was so soft, like down. "But, if I want to make it on time to the interviews, I must bathe again." George looked out of the window where the sun was fast as it moved across the sky.

"Oh, but..." Jhaymes said his face red. George wondered what the problem was and looked down in shock to see Jhaymes was aroused again. "If you're not hurt, perhaps there is a little more time." George released what sounded like a squeak as he was tumbled back on the bed and Jhaymes covered his body with his own. "Just once more for now, I promise." Jhaymes said rocking his hips forward careful to go slow until he was fully seated inside. George closed his eyes in bliss. Once more... He thought raising his hips to meet the thrusts. Just once more.

Two more times and George was pleading clemency as he backed into his bathroom. "Jhaymes I have to get ready. Besides," He thought fast of how to dissuade his lover. "I am starting to get a little sore."

"Sorry, sorry," Jhaymes said and sighed into George's kiss willing his body to calm. "Okay, I will leave. I will dress in my room cause if I stay..." Jhaymes said no more he ran to the balcony after one last lingering kiss and George felt the room heat. He stared out into the late afternoon sun and hurried as fast as his wobbling legs could carry him. He sank into the bath with a deep groan. Though he was indeed sore, he could not recall being so deliciously happy.

Break

The stretch hummers pulled up to the conference center to the cheers of multitudes of fans. Rain had sat the entire drive staring at George and could not help but chuckle. George showed up for the drive to the conference center looking like a million bucks with a bright yellow long shirt that went to his knees over a pair of white loose fitting pants. A bright silver vest went over the long shirt with a long beige coat. His jewelry sparkling was not the factor of note. His smile beaming with a luminosity that lit up the entire drive was.

"I take it Jhaymes sorted you out?" Dee leaned over to whisper and George chuckled softly.

"I've been sorted, color-coded and alphabetized," George laughed again waving at the crowds of flashing cameras.

"I smelled it the moment you came down the hallway." Ryo said with raised brows. "You are drenched in his scent."

"We almost didn't make it to the car in time," George laughed at the thought that Jhaymes had showed up at his room and dropped to his knees. Fighting his way through the voluminous clothes he had freed George and proceeded to use his mouth to milk him yet again drinking the fruits of his efforts. George had still been adjusting his clothes when Alera knocked to summon them to door. George hid a smile then took Jhaymes hand kissing him quickly as he wandered off to his post with the other guards. Jhaymes took two steps turned around and caught George up close melding their lips together. "I have to go." Jhaymes felt the tugging of Alera on his arm. He shook her off holding on to George.

"Miss me?" Jhaymes said against George's lips not caring for the flashing cameras that snapped the photos of their lip lock.

"I did actually," George said smiling up at Jhaymes.

"You two..." Daphnus pulled them apart. "Come on to the green room. We are expected to perform a few songs, all of us together and a few solos, then the masses will encroach upon our post entertaining apocalypse to bombard us with useless trivia about our lives. Then we will be put on display once again for the masses to goggle and applaud. George, there is something that Jhaymes, Alera and I have been working on...ow, what the hell?!" Daphnus paused and glared at Alera who had pulled his hair. "What? Is it supposed to be a secret? Well someone could have told me. Not like we're even doing it today, I just thought..." Daphnus complained and untied the black satin ribbon he had in his hair. Shaking the waist length tresses free, Daphnus walked ahead into the center only to pause as he saw Jon. "Oh, hello there. Are you here to pour your heart out to George again, sorry bud, but he is all over a belonging of ours now, Jhaymes made sure of that."

"How could he?" Jon demanded ignoring the members of his new band to stare at George. "Look, I'm just here to watch, honest. Besides, how could George be yours now? No matter what that knight does, he is still George."

"Well, they spent most of today in bed you know," Daphnus laughed. "Almost missed the ride here..."

"Will you cut it out," George gasped his face turning red under the mask of foundation and powder.

"I don't believe it," Andy said staring at George. "The un-perturb-able has been flabbergasted. Boy George is blushing."

"You're all mad," He said hiding his face and dashing into the dressing room where they were all piling in laughing. Jon tried to enter the room only to have the door shut firmly in his face. "Oh.. Jon," George said his smile dampening a little.

"Sweetheart," Jhaymes said with a laugh. "They said we have fifteen minutes before stage time."

"That will give me just enough time to freshen my make-up," George laughed sitting at the vanity he saw Jhaymes sulking behind him and he smiled. "Wouldn't say no to a cup of tea though." Jhaymes got up and rushed off to oblige. Questions were shouted as soon as they opened the door of the dressing room. Rain gasped and backed away until he felt George behind him. He reached back and took George's hand looking up he saw that Dee and Ryo were behind him. "You're all right, Rain." George whispered then smiled brightly waving at the crowd. Rain put a smile on his face, George was right, it was time to entertain the masses.

Break

Bits and pieces and random questions from the interview as well as the performance

"All right everyone," George said as the band stuck up the fast beat. "It's called participation, which means you'll have to clap your hands and move your asses!" The crowd cheered as Andy dashed forward with the microphone.

She grinned and giggled then began to sing. "I've got a short attention span, can't sit around couch potato land."

Rain picked it up with. "I wanna do all kinds of stuff, talking about it's not enough."

George laughed dancing around the stage with them and began to sing along. "I wanna go to the extreme, I wanna stretch my limousine."

All three of them came in with , "I wanna take it way off road, Go where I'm not supposed to go." Kenneth and Daphnus joined in with, "Life is music play it louder, if you're gonna jump, then jump far, fly like a skydiver... Cause I'm looking for a guard dog," George laughed at the playful lyrics penned by Andy. "I'm not buying a chihuahua." He sang the last bits and his eyes went unerringly to Jon who glowered at him from the audience.

If You're gonna- Natasha Bedingfiled/All

"Whoo!" George said as they finished the song leaving him in the front of the band. "Well that was fun wasn't it?" He grinned unable to keep the smile off his face as he saw Jhaymes patrolling with Alera and several other Arcadian guards. "This next song, I wrote a while ago, some of you may remember it." He said and began to sing. "On the street their preaching violence, said mister man is in your head, you know it's in your head. On the street the midnight cowboy, needs no gun to shoot you dead. Why do I love the way I do? Ain't it obvious I'm just a man like you? Mister man..." George sang dancing around always catching Jhaymes eyes and smiling with glee he could almost feel the hot hands on him and had to turn his face away in order to finish the performance.

Mister Man-Boy George

Macy sat staring at the group before her feeling her face light up. She hated having to do this, but her boss had demanded that she play devil's advocate tonight and ask the hard questions. Macy was afraid she would ruin her tentative friendship with the detectives and the Arcadians, but she wanted to maintain the job she had worked so hard for. Going so far as to warn them beforehand of her bosses plan. George had smiled and declared, "Hand me crap, you'll get it back." She sighed giving Ryo an apologetic look she waited for George to finish speaking to Jeremy then asked. "So Rain you are a role model now, what do you say to the fact that George, who is living with you, is fresh out of rehab. He almost died from a drug binge."

Rain narrowed his eyes at her. She had warned that she had some tough questions from her superiors. "I know why you asked that," Rain said absolving her of the guilt he could see on her face. "The truth is, I would not call myself a role model. I go to school just like every body else, I do my homework and I do my chores. So I sing and dance, I might be a prince, but I am also a teenager." Rain sighed then tossed his hair. "But, as far as George is concerned. That is his own business." Rain's voice became low. "I admire that he did seek help and is now clean."

"George," Macy gulped. She read the question from her boss three times then sighed. "Rain and Bikky are both in the public eye." George nodded smiling still despite the previous question. "They are in a position and age that they could be influenced." Macy gulped. "Is there anything you would like to say to them about drugs?"

"Yes," George said then sighed. He turned until he was facing both boys. "I would like to say that it is not worth it. No matter what anyone ever tells you, or how wretched you feel at the time, do not try it. It is highly addictive and it can kill you. Seriously," George paused his eyes filling with tears that he refused to shed. "If you ever feel the need to take any form of drug, call me. I will go and get one of your father's guns and shoot you in the head. It is what you may as well be doing."

Macy's mouth dropped as she stared at Ryo and then Dee. "Do you... Do you have anything to add to his statement?"

"Yeah," Dee said rubbing the back of Ryo's hand making sure to show the shining ring. "Make sure you take the safety off."

"And aim," Ryo said with a nod. "Make it clean and fast."

"That seems rather harsh," An audience member called out.

"Yes, so," George said. "Drugs are harsh. Not only are the effects of drugs devastating. And withdrawal could kill you as well. It's not pretty. I won't go into it now, but..." George closed his mouth and shook his head. Rain and Bikky nodded promising that they would never even think of trying drugs.

"George, you seem to glow," Jeremy said hoping to lighten the mood.

"He does, look," Bikky handed Jeremy his sketch pad. "This is when he first got to our house." George gasped as he looked over at the drawing of him. "Even when he smiled his eyes had the look of someone about to burst into tears. "But look at him now," Bikky flipped a few pages and George sighed looking at himself. Did he really look like that? Was he really that... happy? "He's gorgeous. You are," Bikky turned to George then back to Jeremy He flipped to another picture of George that he had drawn where he was looking up at Jhaymes. "You wear love very well."

"Tell me," Jeremy said with a grin. "Details."

"I won't," George smiled then said. "But I will tell you that he is strong. But his strength is not used to cow me, or hold me down. When I am down, his strength picks me up. He picks me up."

"You're nearly six feet aren't you?" Jeremy asked looking at George's tall form.

"Just about, yes," George nodded. "But he's bigger. A novelty compared to my last lover."

"Speaking of your last lover," Jeremy said and flipped through a few note-cards. "You are quoted as having told a hotel attendant who brought you bandages. 'No I did not fall down, my boyfriend beat me up.'" Jeremy looked sad then continued. "Was it often that you and Jon..."

"Had punch ups?" George supplied when Jeremy closed his mouth. "They were frequent, yes."

"Ryo, Dee," Macy said before Jeremy could ask another question. "Being American has always been a source of pride for you both. It is why , even though you are royalty, you maintained dual citizenship. What does it mean to you that the time that you are restricted from America is during the celebration of the birth of our nation?"

"Just because we are not on American soil does not mean that we can not celebrate the holiday. But we have the Arcadian Fire Festival coming up as well not to mention Tanabata, the Japanese Star Festival." Ryo said with a smile. "We will still have a party to celebrate the freedoms that we all have a right to. I do believe that by the time all is said and done we will be festivaled out."

"Andy," Jeremy said turning to the high princess. "Recently an American has been arrested for crimes against Arcadia. Do you think that his death will sour your dealings with the country?"

"Why should they?" Andy said with a smile. "One person should not be the deciding factor for a whole nation."

"So you are still on friendly terms with the monarchy of Princess Calliope?" Macy asked with a smile.

"Oh yes," Andy giggled. "How could we hold a grudge against the country that gave us George?" George looked over at her and grinned. "That is the basis of our family and friends album that will be out this thanksgiving." As the questions continued George looked around and picked out Jhaymes where he stood with the guards. Jhaymes smiled brightly and blew him a kiss.

Break

Bill turned his cold blue eyes to his beast. It's smoke form seemed to waver not really solid, but full of malevolence. "Tell me," Bill stroked the material in his hand. "What do you think this is?" The hell dog seemed to gaze at the material. "This is a chain," Bill laughed the laugh of the truly demented. "Yes, this is a chain that will bring him to me. My lovely, so lovely." Bill stroked the scarf he had stolen from George. "My lovely."

Break

Leaving the conference center was a hectic affair of screaming fans and flashing cameras. The stretch hummer was blocked off by police cars their lights flashing seeming to counter balance the flashes of bright silver light with their red, gold and blue brilliance. George brought up his hand to his head to still the headache. "I'll go open the door," Jhaymes said rushing to the car ahead of the group. Feeling faint, Rain grabbed George's hand.

"You're all right." George laughed then gasped. "Now when did I drop that?" George bent to pick up his scarf. His world became an abstract swirl of sensation that turned his stomach. He gripped Rain's hand when he lost his footing. Falling down he banged his knee and gasped as Rain fell on top of him. Opening his eyes, George stared around in terror at the dingy room and threadbare carpet. "Rain?" He said patting the soft hair in his lap. "Rain are you alright?" George shook the young man until he moaned and sat up. "What happened? Where are we?"

"I don't know, but we are in danger. The air is the most foul I've ever tasted." Rain gasped reaching into his voluminous pockets for his thermos. "I am trying to send out a call, but my clean wind is being blocked by the dirty. I'll keep trying." Rain said rubbing his head and focusing. While trying to force his wind out of the boarded up windows and past the beams he thought of his grandparents and Wyld Wynd. He thought of Bikky, of Ryo and Dee, he thought of every Royale. Thinking of George in danger, in his mind he recoiled from the image, but had to include it to convey his desperation. The image of George being bent over by Bill. He thought out to Laton and Torcha, anyone, someone, anyone...

"Keep trying little one," Rain froze at the voice that caused untold night terrors. "By the time they find you, me and lovely will be one."

"You won't..." Rain said tears falling. "You won't lay one dirty finger on him."

"Oh?" Bill raised a brow his new body rippling with muscle blond hair laying on his shoulders. "I suppose you think you can stop me?"

"I will," Rain stood to his feet in front of George and bit back a yell of pain as the form of a large dog materialized seeming to be made of smoke and ash. The dog latched onto his arm and dragged him to the floor. George went to Rain's aid crying out in pain when Bill tugged his hair to hold him still.

"Stop it, let me go," George struggled against the hold feeling several strands of his hair coming loose. George scratched at the skin of the arm wrapped around his waist and stared down in horror as the skin flaked away leaving black scales revealed. "Okay, alright," George stopped struggling when he saw Rain continuing his fight with the beastly demon dog. "Let him go. I will submit."

"No you won't," Rain said placing his hands in the dogs mouth and sending his most powerful wind through the creature. Bill watched in amazement as the dog was blown to bits around the room. "Let him go." Rain demanded getting to his feet his arm dripped blood on the tattered carpet and he held his side where the creature had clawed him. "Now!"

"Oh, you think wind will be enough to stop me?" Bill threw George aside and he landed on the floor with a thud. "Come on then, let's have it." Bill beckoned Rain forward. ' Never rush to engage,' Rain recalled Count D's teaching hearing his dulcet voice in his mind. 'Access your opponent and attribute his skill at least ten times greater than your own. Then act accordingly. Smarter is better than stronger... always." Rain sent up a silent thank you to Count D the same time he tried to send a distress call. "Still trying to call daddy I see." Bill laughed, "Did they make it in time last time I had you? No," Bill's laughter grated on Rain's nerves and he fought the urge to wretch. "You know why I had to do you so much and so often," Bill said advancing when Rain did no more than size him up. "Cause your skinny ass could not satisfy me." Bill jumped over Rain surprised when the boy turned and met his fist with a feint dodging the blow that would have knocked him senseless. "Though your whimpers and begging me to stop were kind of sexy. Especially when you began to long for death. It was so pitiable it was kind of sweet. Maybe when he's sleeping from my ministrations, I'll have another taste."

"Shut your mouth!" Rain said and again Bill was surprised by the boy who did not flagrantly attack him. Anger could be a motivator to a fast and foolish death. Count D had taught him that. "Tell me," Rain said his voice calm as he edged around Bill until he was in front of George who crept to his knees his head reeling from the knock on the floor. "What did you think when Heaven and Aurora entered your cell that night?" George stuck his hand into his pocket and gasped to feel feathery wings. Ponchi wrapped her tiny arms around his finger and squeezed. 'Can she make it out?' Rain's words seemed to be carried on a wind around George's head that he knew the demon could not hear. Ponchi tinkled that she would try and began to bite and nibble a hole in the bottom of George's pocket. He shivered at the feel of her slithering down his leg. Rain heated his wind to make it steam so that Bill would not notice the tiny blue figure that escaped through a crack in the boards on the window.

"Good try kid, but even if she did make to your dad's it's already too late." Bill lunged and Rain evaded again knocking his hand aside wincing as the scales scraped across his already injured arm. He managed to push the demon back keeping George behind him.

"Were you really still alive when they yanked that puny bit of flesh off? Or were you dead when they cleared the space where they put it?" Rain asked and Bill was shocked at the boy's vehemence.

"If it was so puny," Bill said his rage making his scales flare and shred the human shell he inhabited. "Why the hell did you scream?"

"Because," Rain said bringing his hands up slowly over his head then down at his sides. He moved in an intricate pattern of dance that George watched in confusion until he felt the wind responding. "I was only thirteen!" Rain expelled the words with a measure disgust as he clapped his hands. A loud explosion was heard as the wind was shoved with a tornado of force. George gasped holding on to Rain's jacket to keep from being blown away. Bill was lifted from his feet and tossed across the room. Rain sucked air into his lungs going to his knees as his vision clouded. George lifted the boy and pulled him to the window where they could lean back and rest. He looked around the room for anything that he could use for defense and saw that the door was near.

"Come on Rain," George got to his feet pulling the weak boy up careful of his injuries. "Let's go."

"Not so fast," Bill said when they wrenched open the door. "They'll eat you." he said and George backed away from the slavering creatures that milled around outside. "Like I said. By the time your dad's get here, what's left of them will be in no condition to rescue you."

"What makes you think they'll come alone?" George said his fist clenched as he slammed the door.

"Don't fight me lovely," Bill said advancing again. Rain tried, but his movements was slow as he continued to leak blood. Bill caught him up and lifted him above his head. George launched himself forward pummeling Bill with his fists and kicking out at him. Still holding Rain with one arm, Bill shoved George to the floor and threw Rain across the room. Rain bounced off a wall and slide to the floor. No, George stared in horror at the lanky form laying motionless.

"No Rain," George scrabbled over to the prone boy and pulled him into his arms. Rain woke up and shook his head to clear it.

"I'm alright," Rain said wheezing. "I managed a wind resistance. Only a few broken ribs."

"Come here lovely, I have a present for you." Bill approaches his voice calm as he thought to try a different tactic. "Look, I know you'll like it." George refused to turn around instead remained on his knees supporting Rain's weight. He checked the boy over then pulled a ribbon from his hair to tie around the bleeding arm.

"You'll be alright," George said squeezing the arm hoping to staunch to flow of blood. "Lord D will fix this right up."

"I can't... I can't keep fighting him for too much longer," Rain sobbed his worst fears reflected in the dejected, hollow turn of his gorgeous deep green eyes. "You may need Lord D more than I will. Cause it hurts...He's brutal. It'll hurt." Rain wept when each injury seemed to throb as his heartbeat sped up. "But I will try a little longer. They are coming, they are. They have to be."

"I'll help you," George vowed to protect the young man who had done so much to protect him.

"Look lovely, look," Bill said and turned George to see the dull white powder on a mirror. "I got all this for you." It was neatly sliced into lines. George stared in horror as Bill offered him the rolled twenty dollar bill. "You'll like it. It's pure. Dae said so."

Break

Jhaymes gasped as his heart seemed to stop beating then the air left his lungs. He turned around to see George fall. Leaving the door of the hummer standing open he dashed through the crowd pushing people aside. When he got to the spot he had last seen George he stood staring transfixed at the ground. "Come on," Alera tugged his arm. "Come on, not here." Alera tried to move her brother before he gave in to rage.

"He's gone," Jhaymes said tears filling his eyes. "He snatched him right from under our noses." Jhaymes looked around and tried to break free of his sister's hold as she dragged him to the hummer. Once inside Daphnus created a vortex and an empty hummer drove to the consulate. In the war tower of the Arcadian palace Jhaymes stared at the globes his face burning red with his acrimonious bile. "I will flay each scale from his hide and send it home to hell with a message of dragon's flames to his maker." He said as Laton and Torcha entered the tower. Jhaymes started the globes to spinning.

"Oh no, oh dumpling," Torcha wept her tears falling to floor and leaving scorch marks. "Oh dumpling."

"O-Ji-Sama," Ryo said his own anger heating the room as Bikky clung to his own rage next to Dee. "He has Rain too." Andy was glad that the tower was nearly indestructible as Laton and Torcha both emitted flaming shrieks of violent discontent.

Break

There it was, George thought his body quivering as he stared at the bane of his existence. His skin crawled at the remembrance of the sensations caused by the vile substance being offered to him. He shook his head. "I don't want that." He looked away and panicked Bill grabbed his arms again causing the powders to shift leaving the lines in disarray. "Stop it, I don't want it." George said and shoved Bill back. A small cloud of dust greeted his actions. In a fast move, George covered Rain's mouth and nose. Rain tried not to panic as he could not breath. George shoved the mirror forcefully away spilling the contents away from them. "I said I don't want it."

"We will have fun!" Bill yelled his skin flaking away leaving him bare before them black scales glinting coldly in the watered wash of light from the filth covered light bulb. Horns sprouted from his head and George suppressed a scream as his arm was yanked forward and his sleeve pushed up. He clawed at the hand holding him but his nails bounced off the hard shell of demon scales. He began to punch and kick out at the brutal grip. Rain reached out to try to hold on to George as the demon began to pull him away. Bill raised his foot and kicked Rain back. Rain struggled to rise only to have his vision cloud. He could only look on as George was pulled, kicking and screaming to the other side of the room.

Break

The globe of Earth was spinning madly different images flashing brightly as Jhaymes did a worldwide search not daring to stop with the vicinity of where George was last seen. He was about to search the hidden realms when a buzzing blue insect fluttered about his head. He waved it away focusing on his search. It came back and he swatted it absently until Andy yanked him away from the globes. They fell to the Fire Star marble floor of the tower and looked at her tears streaming down his face. "I can't see him. I told him, if he ever called me I would be there, but I can't hear him. I can't see him."

"Ponchi," Andy said holding up the dizzy fairy. Her big blue eyes were unfocused from Jhaymes swat that had knocked her into Alera. Jumping up and down on the palm of Andy's hand her dust leaving sparkling blue trails on the high princess's wrist. Her tinkling sound reverberated in the room as her agitation grew. "Do you know where George is?" Andy asked the little fairy. She clicked her wrist together as Ponchi bounced up and down her head nodding. "Can you take us there?" Andy asked appearing in deep purple and black leather her sword at her side. Ponchi jumped up and down again as the rest of the Royale suited up.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dee said holding on to Bikky who turned to leave the building with them heading to the stables for their mounts.

Bikky tossed off his jacket and secured his long blond hair into a tail at his nape. "That's my brother he's got." Was all Bikky said. Prince Angel nodded and surprised them all by pulling the boy up behind him on Alesix. The Pegasus pawed the ground impatiently. Hydran stood by waiting for Ryo and Dee to mount up as Jhaymes sprouted massive wings of green flames. Laton and Torcha sprouted dragon wings and they all lifted off into the night following the tiny speck if glittering blue light.

Finding themselves on the dilapidated wharf where abandoned apartment buildings abounded Bikky stared around in horror. "Careful," Clarisande announced looking into Prince Angel's orb that he held up. "There are class B Dhagga Demons here."

"Dhagga?" Bikky asked looking at the creatures that dripped foaming acid from their mouths.

"They are eaters of man-flesh," Kronos said lighting his hands just as Chimera did. "Stay near your dad and flame anything that moves." Bikky nodded his heart beat going triple time. This was the real deal, not like training where the beasts were easily controlled by his trainers. He felt a flash of heat and looked up to see wings of green, white and gold flame. He had not known that Master Xi had joined them for this venture. Faldor pranced ahead his hooves smashing the door to bits. The Royale dismounted their mounts shifted to humanoid forms bearing arms as they fought their way up the stairs following Ponchi as she went to her Georgie.

Break

George cried out in pain as a needle was jabbed into his arm. "See... See, just relax," Bill crooned stroking the side of George's face as the needle was emptied. He released his tight grip on George's arm that had revealed the vein and George slumped against him.

"I don't... don't want that," George looked at his arm not believing how easily the poison had slipped inside. Bill laughed getting to his feet leaving George sprawled on the floor. Bill undid his Jacket as Rain crawled over to George. "Rain... run... Go, out of here. Wind, blow away demons, get out... leave me, I'm... already gone."

"What? No you're not gone," Rain sobbed kicking out at Bill as the creature began to lower his pants. "You're right here. Hold on a little bit longer. I can feel it. Daddy is here. They are here, they are coming." Hot tears fell down Rain's face as George's eyes rolled and he began to pant as if he could not breathe. "What did you do to him?!" Rain said looking up as Bill realized that Rain was right. The Arcadian's had arrived.

Break

Lord D looked up from his preparing the infirmary for the injured that would come in and stared at his father who took his arm. "Come on child you will be needed," Sofu said not explaining.

"I know, I am preparing." Lord D began and gasped as his father started his condor transformation. Lord D's arms turned into feathers before he had realized what his father was doing.

"Not good enough we have to go and we have to go now." Sofu said jumping from the window as a majestic eagle a large condor beside him.

Break

Rain heard the crashing at the door while he cradled George in his arms just as the door was blown from it's hinges flames licking along the brittle wood frame. The gleam of an Arcadian steel blade pierced the opening pushing Bill back. "Wait..." Rain called as Ryo bore down on the cowering incubus that stared into the face of the enraged dragon. "Wait, you have to ask him what he did to George."

"What?" Jhaymes came dashing into the room demon blood splattered on his phoenix ninja gear. He pulled George away from Rain delighted to see him still fully clothed. His delight faded by degrees as he took in the deathly pallor of his skin and the cold sweat that dampened his clothes and left his hair hanging limp down his back. "Sweetheart... It's me. It's Jhaymes. Sweetheart," Jhaymes tried again when all George did was open and close his mouth no audible sounds coming out.

Dee went to their side and looked into George's eyes he swore then shook George. "What did you take?" Dee asked George who shook his head. "You took something, your eyes are blitzed. What was it?"

"Didn't want, didn't take," George slurred the words together until they were nearly indecipherable.

"But he did not take it, that bastard shoved a needle in him," Rain said and winced as Bikky and Alera tied his ribs while everyone else remained out side of the room fighting the demons that remained.

"What did you give him?" Ryo yelled his hands glowing dangerously close to the fiend his grandparents entered the room blocking the exit. "You fool, he has been clean for too long you could kill him."

"I would rather watch him die than relinquish him to another," Bill spat the words and a cold gob of mucus landed at Ryo's feet.

"I wouldn't give you the satisfaction," Ryo said and flamed his hands just as Bikky, Laton and Torcha did igniting the beast who went up in flames. He emitted a blood curdling screech that shook the rafters of the apartment knocking several boards loose. Ryo was brought from his silent contemplation by Dee who called his name.

"We're losing him baby," Dee said patting George's cheeks as his lips turned a pale shade of greenish blue under his lipstick. "He's coding, George is over-dosing." Dee said pumping George's chest to keep his heart beating. George gasped then slipped into unconsciousness.

To Be Continued

Well, now wasn't that a chapter?

Ja Ne

Chi and The French One.