Thunder Gold, Chapter 3.
warnings: sex play, slightly modified from original content. Should I put markers for upcoming smut within the story? I don't usually interrupt the flow of the story with author dialogue. It's bloody annoying. If you're not old enough to read about two young men getting it on, go away.
A month later.
Lothor's latest alien monster laughed shrilly as it sent the remaining two Wind Rangers flying. Without the Yellow Ranger they were barely holding their own and knew the fight was hopeless if the monster was super-enlarged. Unable to form Megazoid, their best effort was to delay until Cam could think of something.
"I don't know how much longer I can keep this up," Tori groaned, awkwardly rolling to her feet. Beside her Shane clutched at ribs that felt broken, at a loss for inspirational words when defeat seemed imminent.
"Cam?"
/I'm trying to remote control the lion, but it wasn't designed for this. Just a few more minutes/
"We don't have a few more minutes! We need help now!"
"No need to shout, Blue Ranger," a familiar deep voice said behind them, the Crimson Thunder Ranger stepping into view with his usual flair of arrogant confidence. Surprisingly, he wasn't accompanied by just the Royal Thunder Ranger, but a third as well, trimmed in bright gold. "Help can hear you just fine."
"Hunter!" Tori exclaimed, though her eyes were riveted on the other blue clad Ranger. Beside her Shane frowned at the new masked yellow Thunder Ranger.
"What the hell do you think," he started, but Hunter shouldered past him.
"Let's show these posers how real Rangers fight. Blake, flank right. Alex, left."
The ensuing battle was short and vicious, the new Thunder Ranger proving to be as ruthless as his brothers. The alien was quickly dispatched, reduced to so much strewn bloody flesh that not even Lothor could create further havoc with what remained. Shane and Tori watched in amazement, impressed that the synchronistic Rangers had become even more so with the addition of their third. Like their own dojo, the brothers were the only ninjas to escape Lothor's imprisonment. Watching them lightening across the battlefield Shane wondered what the new Ranger Alex's story was. Had he escaped or was he completely new to all this? Could it be coincidence, Dustin's disappearance and the arrival of the Gold Thunder Ranger?
With the monster defeated it looked like the Storm Rangers were just going to leave, but Blake suddenly changed direction towards them, forcing the other two to follow at a slower pace. "Are you alright?" he asked Tori, not even bothering to make an insincere attempt at including Shane.
Not that the Red Wind Ranger cared, preoccupied with discreetly watching his counterpart and the yellow Ranger. Stopping a few feet behind Blake, Hunter had his hand on the back of Alex's neck, the rhythmic kneading of his fingers coaxing the smaller Ranger to gradually drop his head to the other youth's broad shoulder. It was an affectionately blatant display of possession and deepened Shane's frown.
"We're okay, now, thanks," Tori gushed. "We've, I've missed you. Where did you go and, oh, nice to meet you!" Belatedly remembering her manners, the Blue Ranger thrust out a slender hand in greeting. "I'm Tori and this Shane. We're Wind Rangers."
A hand barely bigger than her own clasped it briefly as the newest Ranger stepped forward. "Alex. Nice to meet you."
"Where's your Yellow Ranger?" Hunter suddenly asked. His hold dislodged from Alex's nape, his hand comfortably re-settled on one narrow hip.
"He couldn't make it." Shane spoke before Tori could, his pride unwilling to admit their loss and obvious need for help.
"Hunh. Good thing we showed up then." Hunter's hand slid around Alex's waist, tugging him back. His other hand clasped Blake's shoulder, a clear signal he was done chatting. "And hey, if you need us to fight your battles for you again, just scream."
"Thanks," Shane snarled, "but it won't happen."
"One time thing, skater boy?" Blake laughed. "You just keep thinking that."
And then they were gone.
"Arghh, I hate those guys!" Shane shouted, kicking the ground in frustration.
"They're just confrontational," Tori dismissed. "I just wish everything with them wasn't a mystery. Where do they go? Do they have guardians, a sensei? Where did Alex come from? He's a total sweetheart compared to those two. And did you see Mister Territorial all over him? I'm surprised he didn't just lift his leg. Still," the blond surfer grinned, "very cute together."
With a muttered curse Shane walked away.
oOo
"Ehmm," Alex hummed, focused on the buttons of Hunter's shirt, carefully slipping each one free until his boyfriend's smooth muscled chest was bared to his sight. The blond was on his back beneath him, surprisingly passive to Alex's demands, hands tucked beneath his head as he watched his impish lover explore through slitted eyes. They had gone as far as this before in their lovemaking, but Hunter never let them go all the way. Not now and not before. Alex was a virgin, but not for much longer if he had anything to do with it.
Leaning over his stubborn love, Alex playfully licked the side of his mouth, then hunched lower to latch onto a pert nipple. The pale body jerked, but Alex refused to let go of his treat. Nibbling gently, he reached across to find the other dark pink protrusion pebbled to spongy hardness. Hunter tasted of green tea and salt the brunette decided, laving the valley expanse of his chest as his hands palmed his rippled stomach, pressing down to steady himself and to feel those muscles flex and clench.
Large hands on his shoulders pushed him back and Alex sat up with a pout. "Hunter," he griped, but cut off with a moan as those cruel hands moved to his hips and pressed him down onto a clothed hardness. "Yes," he gasped, eagerly grinding onto Hunter's crotch.
"Open your pants and take yourself out," Hunter ordered in his quiet voice. He looked and sounded so calm Alex hesitated, but when he gave a warning squeeze the brunette fumbled to obey. Half-erect from their play, his penis quickly swelled when he pulled it free. "Good. Now stroke yourself."
For all they had done, they'd never seen each other naked and certainly not from the waist down. Blushing a furious red, Alex licked his palm and fingers, and then started to lightly fist himself. It felt good and weird, and he ducked his head when he realized Hunter was going to watch him masturbate.
"Look at me, Alex." He couldn't refuse, rich brown eyes lifting into glacial blue. The swelter of emotions he saw there captured his breath and he trembled to be the focus of such intensity. Thumbs slipped beneath the loosened waistband of his jeans and rubbed soothing circles into his sweat slickened skin. "Watching you pleasure yourself," Hunter husked, "it's a big kink of mine. I don't know which I'm looking forward to more: taking your cherry or watching you fuck yourself with a dildo."
"Please," Alex sobbed, twisting on his lap in want, his hand jerking harder in need. He distantly felt his jeans and boxers being shoved down his ass, but he couldn't focus through the haze of pleasure. A hand cupped an ass cheek and gave a hard squeeze, eliciting a sharp cry. Another hand ran up and down the arch of his spine, generating an altogether different kind of tingle, sharp and spreading.
"Whatever I want to do to you, I will. You're mine, Alex." Fingers delved into his cleft and he squirmed to feel one circle the virgin entrance to his body.
"Hunter, please."
"Please, what? Your pleasure belongs to me." The finger pressed in slowly. "You belong to me."
"Yes, please, oh God, Hunter, yes, yes." Alex couldn't tell if he was screaming or not, one finger becoming two, and he felt something heavy, sticky and hot pressing up into the crack of his ass.
"Say it."
"Yours!" Alex did scream then, Hunter's fingers touching something inside that hurtled him off the edge. Orgasm swept through him and Alex's world narrowed to two pinpricks of blue light before he fell into blackness.
The brunette stirred some minutes later to the sensation of being lifted. His jeans were a weight on his legs that was yanked away, leaving him the small comfort of his T-shirt and his boxers still bunched around his thighs. Mumbling a protest he tried to pull up his underwear, the vague image of Blake seeing him like this making him flush, but his hands were batted away.
"I'm just taking you to the bathroom to clean up," Hunter reassured. The bathroom was spacious and directly attached to the blond's bedroom, affording them the privacy needed to bathe away their intimacies. Alex relaxed into his lover's secure clasp and didn't open his eyes until his feet were dropped back onto solid ground. An arm stayed around his waist as Hunter played with the faucets on the claw footed freestanding bathtub, adjusting the water temperature to his satisfaction. Feeling drowsily sated, Alex drew small circles on the pale flesh under his nose.
"Get out of your boxers and shirt."
"I don't want a bath by myself," the brunette pouted even as he wiggled his underwear the rest of the way off. Large, luminescent brown eyes looked up coquettishly from under girlishly long lashes. "Keep me company?"
Hunter snorted and yanked his shirt over his head, leaving the smaller youth nude before his still fully clothed lover. The blond's own shirt hung from his shoulders and his semi-hard cock jutted from the opening of his jeans; a debauched vision of masculine beauty, but Alex wanted to see him in his full glory. With a small kittenish growl he reached for the draping shirt, but with an answering smirk Hunter beat him to it, shrugging out of the shirt and reaching for the waist of his jeans.
"Get in the tub, baby." Knowing Hunter was going to join him Alex eagerly complied, sitting down toward the middle with a whistling hiss at the heat. Still, it felt good, especially on slightly sore ass muscles he hadn't even realized ached. Hunter settled behind him, legs spreading around him as he was tugged to snuggle back to front. Shower gel and a cloth appeared from somewhere and the older blond quietly soaped everywhere his long arms could reach, meticulous attention being paid to the writhing brunette's groin area.
"Hunter!" Alex squealed. Flushed and lightheaded from the steam and their earlier play he tried to escape the tub, but Hunter held him down. An arm of steel across his ribs and a callused hand on his renewed erection, and the brunette surrendered with a choked sob. Hips thrusting up into that rough fist and he came a second time with a hoarse shout.
oOo
The Thunder Rangers fought Lothor's alien, then reversed and did it again. Watching the recording from days earlier Cam chewed his bottom lip, eyes focused on one lithe figure. Freezing the desired image, he then brought an older one up from another battle.
"They look identical," Shane's voice behind him didn't startle the Asian teenager. Ever since Dustin's disappearance and the return of the Thunder Rangers the Red Ranger had virtually been haunting the dojo.
"They are. Every measurement is the same. They even have similar fighting styles, though Alex has obviously trained to fight in tandem with Hunter and Blake."
Shane's heavy presence at his back made Cam's shoulders tighten, but he forced himself to stay seated. "So you think Alex is Dustin?"
"If I had to make a judgment on this data without seeing his face, then yes, they are one in the same. But I can't be absolutely certain, nor can I tell you what it means. If Alex is Dustin, then why? In case you've failed to notice, the morphers respond to specific types. You and Hunter are both temperamental. Blake and Tori are relatively calm. Dustin is . . . carefree. Lothor practiced some form of mind control on them before. He could be again. Is Dustin the only ninja to fit his profile? I don't know. Maybe he was the most convenient. I just don't know and we can't assume."
"I don't need your measurements and comparisons, Cam," the Red Ranger growled, his arm stretching over the Asian's head to stab at the Gold Thunder Ranger. "And frankly, I don't care to the whys. That's Dustin, and after the way that blond asshole had his hands all over him, Hunter is dead."
TBC.