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Part 3
Spartacus took deep breaths as she left the room. She'd just seen images that she had never even wanted to see. Damn their photographic memory. Okay breath girl just find Rook, she thought walking towards a smaller house to the left of the main building. She didn't have to see if he was there, she already knew, he was eating an apple to be exact.
She didn't knock, but strolled in rather heading straight for the kitchen biting her lip to keep from smiling. He chuckled as she strolled in cockily and jumped up on the counter taking his apple and biting down with gusto.
"I do believe that was mine Cus," he stated raising an eyebrow at her.
She smiled then unable to hold back and he laughed. Full throated, full- bodied laugh and her smile only widened at the welcomed sound. As quick as her smile came though it went and she shook her head at the thoughts that all of a sudden claimed her head finding a space and burying deep in her memory and no matter what she tried she could never eradicate them.
"Bad knowledge," it was more of a statement than a question and Spartacus merely nodded at it.
He didn't hesitate in pulling her in his arms and she readily complied to the offered comfort. She fit perfectly in his arms. He was a whole head taller; dark black hair that he wore in a messy cut; not evenly cut at the same lengths but rather every tuft seemed to be different. His skin was mocha colored, darker than hers and he always claimed to have Egyptian blood in him. This always made her laugh as it was ironic that a secret American government project designed to make soldiers that could overcome everything would choose to give their 'kids' the DNA of a race that had been extinct for a few hundred years. There wasn't a real Egyptian left just a mixture.
Spartacus pulled back and looked him in the eyes a shiver running down her spine at the sparks that flew. His eyes were those of a wolf in shape and color, that silvery blue ice tends to be but though his eyes reminded her of the cold white there was nothing more comforting than them. Their light gray irises held a fire that never seemed to burn out and this mixture of extreme hot and cold was what really brought them to life to her.
Her hand reached out of its own accord and softly traced from his jaw line up to his temple then across an eyebrow to descend down the bridge of his nose and slide under his cheekbone going further to trace feather light on his lips. They felt like silk underneath the soft pads of her fingers and she felt the sparks again as her hand trailed down following the chord of his neck to end at the hollow of his throat. Her eyes pursued the path her hand made as her senses were assaulted by him. She heard his ragged breathing from her touch and recoiled like a spring.
"I'm sorry. I. I'm really sorry I shouldn't. I'm gonna go. are you cooking..." she trailed off unsure of how she'd managed to slip up to this extent.
"That's okay. don't worry about it." he said his breath still uneven even though he was transgenic.
In slightly awkward silence they walked out over to the main house which by now was filled with absolutely everybody. What used to be a farm was now more of a refuge. Sure they still had the horses but they were merely there because Spartacus had begged for them and they were easily used for transport through the forest rather than cars that could only be used on the one road that reached the farmhouse. A family of humans that were friends with the owner lived in the place and now it accommodated half a dozen transgenics not counting Max and Alec and the exception of Spartacus.
The humans were welcoming of the transgenics and gave them house and lodgings in exchange for a hand around the place.
"Is Sandy coming tonight or tomorrow? I know two people who are dying to meet him," she asked Rook to break the weird silence around them as they made their way up the steps.
"Tomorrow. He called me ten minutes before you barged in and ate my apple," he said grinning at her and walking past the dining room greeting the people already there that chatted and into the kitchen.
They were already back to their banter and Spartacus smiled at its familiarity, "You love me barging in, I'm sure it's the highlight of your day. Besides you always have the best apples whenever I pick one to eat it's always floury or sour."
Max and Jondy sat at the small table in the kitchen watching the repartee with amusement. Rook smiled at her tying half an apron around his waist and pulled out a chef hat from the large pocket in the front and put it on sideways on his head.
"I have many skills, especially with food," he grinned as he started pulling out pots and pans and ingredients ranging from the best cuts of meat Max had ever seen to spices and vegetables and canned extras.
"That's kinky. Didn't know you were into that kinda thing," Spartacus retorted jumping up on the bench and watching him. With practiced ease as if he'd done it a million and one times Rook began slicing a small onion, so thin and fast that his arm became a blur. The garlic was next and he placed it all in a pan with a pinch of some spice Max was unsure the name of and a swirl of olive oil.
"You learn something everyday, just like I learned your hair fetish," he joked never losing his concentration as he washed an incredibly large amount of lettuce and placed it in a bowl and added tomatoes he quickly diced and feta cheese. Max and Jondy's eyes were equally entranced by their exchange as from the food and smells that invaded their senses.
"I do not have a hair fetish, you just have very nice hair," Spartacus defended and Rook chuckled.
He added a handful of salt to the huge pot of water already close to boiling and stacked several packs of pasta next to the stove. When you have to feed eight transgenics it took a lot of food. The Gallers usually ate separate to them as they dined earlier at dinnertime and went to bed soon after. Their kids, April and Sam came over though. At age 16 as they were twins, going to bed early wasn't an option and they enjoyed staying up late talking and laughing with the transgenics.
"Sure. whatever, you know admitting you have an addiction is the first step but. whenever you're ready. You have to take the first step." he said feigning concern.
Dumping all the pasta in the boiling water he pulled out a large sealed bag of prawns and dumped them into the pan sprinkling them with dried chilly flakes.
The three girls watched as he whipped up a meal in a matter of minutes and the second the first course was ready he called for everyone to come with their plate. It was just a whole heap easier this way.
Quickly a cue was formed that started at the kitchen doorway as Rook filled the plates with the spaghetti and chilly prawns he prepared.
Jondy introduced everyone as they waited in line for the food, "Ok at the front we have Wesley, Wes for short. He's an X5 specialized in artillery and mechanics apparently he also excelled in explosives." He was large and well built with broad shoulders. His light blonde hair and fair skin contrasted uniquely with his hazel eyes. He nodded his head and held out both his hands, taking his plate in one and shaking Max's hand in the other before quickly leaving the crowded room. There'd be time for longer introductions later. "The next guy you know, Alec hurry up you've already met everyone."
Alec scuffled out holding a hand to his chest in mock pain before following Wesley into the dining room. "Ok next is Kahlua. She's X4, excelled in tracking and camouflage specialist," Jondy continued as the woman shook Max's hand. She was taller than both X5's with shoulder length red hair and black eyes. "Then we have Mint the youngest here. She's X8. Doesn't talk much when she doesn't know you but as you get to know her she'll talk your ear off," Jondy smiled at the little girl who looked at her defiantly and Max couldn't help but smile as well. Her hair was only just growing from the buzz cut and wasn't longer than a couple of inches.
"Right, then there's Zyme. X6. Rebellious teenager but lovable. Excelled in genetics, sciences and bio-warfare. That's where his name came from, Zyme, Enzyme," Jondy said grinning at the chestnut hair teen. His eyes were green and insubordinate. He grinned back and winked the second he was given his plate already stuffing the food in his mouth. Max shook her head smiling and waited for the next person to be introduced.
"Now the one with braided blue and red hair is Bintz. Psy-ops and she was into hypnotism. She can't do her little trick on Cus which doesn't go down well with her but whether she admits it or not she loves Cus like a sister," Jondy teased good-naturedly and after Max and Bintz bumped fists the only thing she did was snort in response.
"There's me and then last but not least there's Rook the wonderful cook. heh listen to me rhyme. Anyway best chef in the world. He's special-ops, specialized in combat, physics and strategy and definitely soufflés and cakes. He's a cunning little thing with a little too much wolf in him in my opinion. Anyway for some reason Cus, by the way Cus is short for Spartacus, she can't read his mind at her will. We're not sure if this pisses her off or makes him more appealing to her. Anyway everybody knows they dig each other but they insist on saying 'we're not like that' and 'we're just friends'."
Spartacus was about to retort but Jondy pushed a forkful of spaghetti in her mouth. They followed everyone else back into the dining room and found a chair.
******
Dinner had come and gone, and the satisfied transgenics sat comfortably scattered around the fireplace. April and Sam had stopped by for a few minutes but they had school the next morning and reluctantly had left.
"My god Rook that was the best meal I've had in ages." complimented Max with Alec merely nodding in agreement and rubbing his stomach satisfactorily.
"Any ideas for conversation topics. Let's keep it cheerful guys," warned Kahlua.
Spartacus re entered the living area carrying four six packs of beer and dumping it in the middle, "Oh I know, I know, strawberries."
No sound was heard for a second then the small group cracked up laughing but when her face fell confused Zyme decided to enlighten her, "First of all that's completely random second what's there to talk about, they're fruit, wow."
She tossed a beer to each person around the room save for Mint who had fallen asleep beside Kahlua on a large pillow near the fire. Spartacus sat back in her spot next to Rook on the couch that sat opposite the loveseat where Max and Jondy had curled up sipping their beers. Alec slouched in an armchair and Wesley unconsciously seemed to mirror his posture exactly in a twin chair. Zyme was on the ground knees drawn up under his chin as he leaned against the beanbag Bintz resided in.
"I'm shocked Zyme! You know I'm random by nature but don't get me started or I'll never stop. Besides there's lots to say about strawberries. They're crimson red like rubies, with a scent so sweet like the very essence of spring. When you bite into it and feel the juice burst into your mouth like an explosion to your taste buds and a trickle drips down your chin. It's a fruit so erotic and shameless," she described her eyes closed as she went into detail.
Max swallowed hard and she couldn't help the sudden craving for the sweet fruit. She met Alec's eyes, and a million thoughts passed through her head but unknowing his mirrored hers.
Feeding him the forbidden. Watching him savor the taste. Tasting it on his lips. Feeding him from her own mouth. The taste of him and nature intermingled.
Alec watched her moisten her suddenly too dry lips and he denied his urge to whimper.
Watching the juice trickle down her neck, down further between the valley of her perfect breasts, coming to a rest at her navel. Trailing the aromatic liquid. Going higher to the upturned tip of her left breast, hearing her moan his name. Even higher until meeting his own lips with hers.
The loud gasp from Spartacus broke both of them out of their daydream and they looked at her in confusion trying to hide the embarrassment at their own thoughts from everybody especially each other.
"You guys have enough UST to power the whole of the US without brownouts. Jesus both of you, go and get laid, with each other, a total stranger I don't care just do it!" Spartacus yelled getting up in a flash. Her breathing was uneven and her eyes wide.
Max and Alec only went redder looking at anything but her or the other until Jondy broke in, "We've been through this Cus. They can't stop thinking as much as you or I. You don't wanna hear something then don't listen."
"I'm not. If I'd only heard what they were thinking I wouldn't have this reaction. It was a flash ok, I didn't need to see their fantasies!" she defended testily.
"Cus you only have uncontrolled flashes when it's necessary for you to know something. Why would you need to know their fantasy or sex life. lack there of." Wesley trailed off smiling at his own joke.
"Excuse me you mind not talking about us like we ain't here. And second you try to do anything when you're in charge of a siege from the rest of the world while at the same time trying to prevent it from becoming a bloodbath, figuring out what the fuck you're designed for and uncovering the whole Familiar situation," Max argued.
Wesley raised his hands in submission smiling as an apology. Max softened and relaxed once again.
"Ok hate to bring this up but if Max is anything like Spartacus said we have a little problem. No offense. The only beds left are the king size in the last guest room where your stuff already is and Rook's king bed," Kahlua said looking at Jondy who cringed in response understanding immediately. Slowly everyone clicked leaving Spartacus, Max and Alec still in the dark.
"Why is that a problem?" Alec asked Jondy crushing his can in his hand.
"Well Alec the problem is that Max and Spartacus are far too stubborn and proud. There is only two ways that this can work, meaning there is only two ways that you'll be able to get a bed to sleep in. One, Spartacus sleeps with Rook and you take her bed or Max let's you sleep with her and if I know either of these two, both chances are highly unlikely," Jondy explained.
Alec's lips formed an o of understanding. He stole a glance at Max and at Spartacus before quickly deciding, "You know what I value my health I'll just sleep on the couch."
*****
Hey it's me again. Let me know what you think even if its flames and suggestions are welcome.
Disclaimer see first chapter.
Please let me know what you think and press the great little button at the end of the story. Ok.
Part 3
Spartacus took deep breaths as she left the room. She'd just seen images that she had never even wanted to see. Damn their photographic memory. Okay breath girl just find Rook, she thought walking towards a smaller house to the left of the main building. She didn't have to see if he was there, she already knew, he was eating an apple to be exact.
She didn't knock, but strolled in rather heading straight for the kitchen biting her lip to keep from smiling. He chuckled as she strolled in cockily and jumped up on the counter taking his apple and biting down with gusto.
"I do believe that was mine Cus," he stated raising an eyebrow at her.
She smiled then unable to hold back and he laughed. Full throated, full- bodied laugh and her smile only widened at the welcomed sound. As quick as her smile came though it went and she shook her head at the thoughts that all of a sudden claimed her head finding a space and burying deep in her memory and no matter what she tried she could never eradicate them.
"Bad knowledge," it was more of a statement than a question and Spartacus merely nodded at it.
He didn't hesitate in pulling her in his arms and she readily complied to the offered comfort. She fit perfectly in his arms. He was a whole head taller; dark black hair that he wore in a messy cut; not evenly cut at the same lengths but rather every tuft seemed to be different. His skin was mocha colored, darker than hers and he always claimed to have Egyptian blood in him. This always made her laugh as it was ironic that a secret American government project designed to make soldiers that could overcome everything would choose to give their 'kids' the DNA of a race that had been extinct for a few hundred years. There wasn't a real Egyptian left just a mixture.
Spartacus pulled back and looked him in the eyes a shiver running down her spine at the sparks that flew. His eyes were those of a wolf in shape and color, that silvery blue ice tends to be but though his eyes reminded her of the cold white there was nothing more comforting than them. Their light gray irises held a fire that never seemed to burn out and this mixture of extreme hot and cold was what really brought them to life to her.
Her hand reached out of its own accord and softly traced from his jaw line up to his temple then across an eyebrow to descend down the bridge of his nose and slide under his cheekbone going further to trace feather light on his lips. They felt like silk underneath the soft pads of her fingers and she felt the sparks again as her hand trailed down following the chord of his neck to end at the hollow of his throat. Her eyes pursued the path her hand made as her senses were assaulted by him. She heard his ragged breathing from her touch and recoiled like a spring.
"I'm sorry. I. I'm really sorry I shouldn't. I'm gonna go. are you cooking..." she trailed off unsure of how she'd managed to slip up to this extent.
"That's okay. don't worry about it." he said his breath still uneven even though he was transgenic.
In slightly awkward silence they walked out over to the main house which by now was filled with absolutely everybody. What used to be a farm was now more of a refuge. Sure they still had the horses but they were merely there because Spartacus had begged for them and they were easily used for transport through the forest rather than cars that could only be used on the one road that reached the farmhouse. A family of humans that were friends with the owner lived in the place and now it accommodated half a dozen transgenics not counting Max and Alec and the exception of Spartacus.
The humans were welcoming of the transgenics and gave them house and lodgings in exchange for a hand around the place.
"Is Sandy coming tonight or tomorrow? I know two people who are dying to meet him," she asked Rook to break the weird silence around them as they made their way up the steps.
"Tomorrow. He called me ten minutes before you barged in and ate my apple," he said grinning at her and walking past the dining room greeting the people already there that chatted and into the kitchen.
They were already back to their banter and Spartacus smiled at its familiarity, "You love me barging in, I'm sure it's the highlight of your day. Besides you always have the best apples whenever I pick one to eat it's always floury or sour."
Max and Jondy sat at the small table in the kitchen watching the repartee with amusement. Rook smiled at her tying half an apron around his waist and pulled out a chef hat from the large pocket in the front and put it on sideways on his head.
"I have many skills, especially with food," he grinned as he started pulling out pots and pans and ingredients ranging from the best cuts of meat Max had ever seen to spices and vegetables and canned extras.
"That's kinky. Didn't know you were into that kinda thing," Spartacus retorted jumping up on the bench and watching him. With practiced ease as if he'd done it a million and one times Rook began slicing a small onion, so thin and fast that his arm became a blur. The garlic was next and he placed it all in a pan with a pinch of some spice Max was unsure the name of and a swirl of olive oil.
"You learn something everyday, just like I learned your hair fetish," he joked never losing his concentration as he washed an incredibly large amount of lettuce and placed it in a bowl and added tomatoes he quickly diced and feta cheese. Max and Jondy's eyes were equally entranced by their exchange as from the food and smells that invaded their senses.
"I do not have a hair fetish, you just have very nice hair," Spartacus defended and Rook chuckled.
He added a handful of salt to the huge pot of water already close to boiling and stacked several packs of pasta next to the stove. When you have to feed eight transgenics it took a lot of food. The Gallers usually ate separate to them as they dined earlier at dinnertime and went to bed soon after. Their kids, April and Sam came over though. At age 16 as they were twins, going to bed early wasn't an option and they enjoyed staying up late talking and laughing with the transgenics.
"Sure. whatever, you know admitting you have an addiction is the first step but. whenever you're ready. You have to take the first step." he said feigning concern.
Dumping all the pasta in the boiling water he pulled out a large sealed bag of prawns and dumped them into the pan sprinkling them with dried chilly flakes.
The three girls watched as he whipped up a meal in a matter of minutes and the second the first course was ready he called for everyone to come with their plate. It was just a whole heap easier this way.
Quickly a cue was formed that started at the kitchen doorway as Rook filled the plates with the spaghetti and chilly prawns he prepared.
Jondy introduced everyone as they waited in line for the food, "Ok at the front we have Wesley, Wes for short. He's an X5 specialized in artillery and mechanics apparently he also excelled in explosives." He was large and well built with broad shoulders. His light blonde hair and fair skin contrasted uniquely with his hazel eyes. He nodded his head and held out both his hands, taking his plate in one and shaking Max's hand in the other before quickly leaving the crowded room. There'd be time for longer introductions later. "The next guy you know, Alec hurry up you've already met everyone."
Alec scuffled out holding a hand to his chest in mock pain before following Wesley into the dining room. "Ok next is Kahlua. She's X4, excelled in tracking and camouflage specialist," Jondy continued as the woman shook Max's hand. She was taller than both X5's with shoulder length red hair and black eyes. "Then we have Mint the youngest here. She's X8. Doesn't talk much when she doesn't know you but as you get to know her she'll talk your ear off," Jondy smiled at the little girl who looked at her defiantly and Max couldn't help but smile as well. Her hair was only just growing from the buzz cut and wasn't longer than a couple of inches.
"Right, then there's Zyme. X6. Rebellious teenager but lovable. Excelled in genetics, sciences and bio-warfare. That's where his name came from, Zyme, Enzyme," Jondy said grinning at the chestnut hair teen. His eyes were green and insubordinate. He grinned back and winked the second he was given his plate already stuffing the food in his mouth. Max shook her head smiling and waited for the next person to be introduced.
"Now the one with braided blue and red hair is Bintz. Psy-ops and she was into hypnotism. She can't do her little trick on Cus which doesn't go down well with her but whether she admits it or not she loves Cus like a sister," Jondy teased good-naturedly and after Max and Bintz bumped fists the only thing she did was snort in response.
"There's me and then last but not least there's Rook the wonderful cook. heh listen to me rhyme. Anyway best chef in the world. He's special-ops, specialized in combat, physics and strategy and definitely soufflés and cakes. He's a cunning little thing with a little too much wolf in him in my opinion. Anyway for some reason Cus, by the way Cus is short for Spartacus, she can't read his mind at her will. We're not sure if this pisses her off or makes him more appealing to her. Anyway everybody knows they dig each other but they insist on saying 'we're not like that' and 'we're just friends'."
Spartacus was about to retort but Jondy pushed a forkful of spaghetti in her mouth. They followed everyone else back into the dining room and found a chair.
******
Dinner had come and gone, and the satisfied transgenics sat comfortably scattered around the fireplace. April and Sam had stopped by for a few minutes but they had school the next morning and reluctantly had left.
"My god Rook that was the best meal I've had in ages." complimented Max with Alec merely nodding in agreement and rubbing his stomach satisfactorily.
"Any ideas for conversation topics. Let's keep it cheerful guys," warned Kahlua.
Spartacus re entered the living area carrying four six packs of beer and dumping it in the middle, "Oh I know, I know, strawberries."
No sound was heard for a second then the small group cracked up laughing but when her face fell confused Zyme decided to enlighten her, "First of all that's completely random second what's there to talk about, they're fruit, wow."
She tossed a beer to each person around the room save for Mint who had fallen asleep beside Kahlua on a large pillow near the fire. Spartacus sat back in her spot next to Rook on the couch that sat opposite the loveseat where Max and Jondy had curled up sipping their beers. Alec slouched in an armchair and Wesley unconsciously seemed to mirror his posture exactly in a twin chair. Zyme was on the ground knees drawn up under his chin as he leaned against the beanbag Bintz resided in.
"I'm shocked Zyme! You know I'm random by nature but don't get me started or I'll never stop. Besides there's lots to say about strawberries. They're crimson red like rubies, with a scent so sweet like the very essence of spring. When you bite into it and feel the juice burst into your mouth like an explosion to your taste buds and a trickle drips down your chin. It's a fruit so erotic and shameless," she described her eyes closed as she went into detail.
Max swallowed hard and she couldn't help the sudden craving for the sweet fruit. She met Alec's eyes, and a million thoughts passed through her head but unknowing his mirrored hers.
Feeding him the forbidden. Watching him savor the taste. Tasting it on his lips. Feeding him from her own mouth. The taste of him and nature intermingled.
Alec watched her moisten her suddenly too dry lips and he denied his urge to whimper.
Watching the juice trickle down her neck, down further between the valley of her perfect breasts, coming to a rest at her navel. Trailing the aromatic liquid. Going higher to the upturned tip of her left breast, hearing her moan his name. Even higher until meeting his own lips with hers.
The loud gasp from Spartacus broke both of them out of their daydream and they looked at her in confusion trying to hide the embarrassment at their own thoughts from everybody especially each other.
"You guys have enough UST to power the whole of the US without brownouts. Jesus both of you, go and get laid, with each other, a total stranger I don't care just do it!" Spartacus yelled getting up in a flash. Her breathing was uneven and her eyes wide.
Max and Alec only went redder looking at anything but her or the other until Jondy broke in, "We've been through this Cus. They can't stop thinking as much as you or I. You don't wanna hear something then don't listen."
"I'm not. If I'd only heard what they were thinking I wouldn't have this reaction. It was a flash ok, I didn't need to see their fantasies!" she defended testily.
"Cus you only have uncontrolled flashes when it's necessary for you to know something. Why would you need to know their fantasy or sex life. lack there of." Wesley trailed off smiling at his own joke.
"Excuse me you mind not talking about us like we ain't here. And second you try to do anything when you're in charge of a siege from the rest of the world while at the same time trying to prevent it from becoming a bloodbath, figuring out what the fuck you're designed for and uncovering the whole Familiar situation," Max argued.
Wesley raised his hands in submission smiling as an apology. Max softened and relaxed once again.
"Ok hate to bring this up but if Max is anything like Spartacus said we have a little problem. No offense. The only beds left are the king size in the last guest room where your stuff already is and Rook's king bed," Kahlua said looking at Jondy who cringed in response understanding immediately. Slowly everyone clicked leaving Spartacus, Max and Alec still in the dark.
"Why is that a problem?" Alec asked Jondy crushing his can in his hand.
"Well Alec the problem is that Max and Spartacus are far too stubborn and proud. There is only two ways that this can work, meaning there is only two ways that you'll be able to get a bed to sleep in. One, Spartacus sleeps with Rook and you take her bed or Max let's you sleep with her and if I know either of these two, both chances are highly unlikely," Jondy explained.
Alec's lips formed an o of understanding. He stole a glance at Max and at Spartacus before quickly deciding, "You know what I value my health I'll just sleep on the couch."
*****
Hey it's me again. Let me know what you think even if its flames and suggestions are welcome.