Title: Guns, Sex and Space Fighters

Disclaimer: I own nothing. But that doesn't mean I can't mess with Artemis and Butler.

Summery: AU It's the year 3846. Earth is a wasted dump and humans now live in space colonies scattered around the universe. Butler is a warrior turned Bounty Hunter. Artemis is a murderer with a price on his head. OOC and Slash. Among other things R&R

Authoress' Note: Due to the reviews by marauders4 and OgaShi, I have decided to force myself to write something. Major writers block has stopped me from writing anything. Can't think... but you guys are so super nice with your glowing reviews. I couldn't help myself. But it's not as if I need heaps of reviews per update. That's stupid. I just like them. :D

Also an important note. My beloved beta has vanished. I haven't heard from him in a good while... so... my not so perfect spelling and junk isn't going to be improved anytime soon. Sorry all. I know it bothers some of you.

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Chapter 5: You want a shag or what?

Since his brief meeting with Artemis, Domovoi had booked himself a room at a local hotel. Called The Sleazy Arrow. Butler had no idea why someone would call a hotel The Sleazy Arrow. It didn't really make any sense.

The Sleazy Arrow wasn't 5 star, the bed had suspicious looking stains on it, the wallpaper was peeling and there where bugs in the bathroom. But it wasn't like Butler would be asleep for long. Or, at all. He didn't really trust the stains on the bed.

He would sleep in his ship. But that was currently docked in a bay that was a five hour walk from where the bounty hunter was. And he didn't feel like the walk.

Artemis had hung around the bar for an hour after threatening Butler. Flirting with various men and stealing their wallets while their attention was on other things. The bounty hunter gathered that Artemis used his body and his pretty face to get what he wanted. And if that didn't work. He'd use his gun. Or knife... or whatever weapon the kid had. He'd seen a glint of silver on Artemis's chunky black, silver studded belt. So he guessed it was throwing knives the convict used.

It would fit the boys look. He was graceful by nature. Butler could tell just by the way he walked. With the grace of a ballet dancer.

Butler wondered how much money the kid had gotten that night. Pick-pocketing didn't seem like the preferred past time of a master criminal and murderer. But... he guessed it was an easy way to get some quick cash. At least he hadn't come back to torment Butler.

It felt strange and somewhat embarrassing to think that. He was afraid of a kid. Domovoi Butler. Big Bad Bounty Hunter. Scared shitless of a teen with a pretty face. But in his defense. Artemis was a dangerous mass murderer. So there.

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Butler had decided to try and place a tracking bug on Artemis. Since the little fellow seemed to posses the technique of Vanishing Into Thin Air. All he would have to do was get close to the convict, sleep with him and plant the bug somewhere on Artemis's fine body. It was a good solid plan that had the success rate of 80 percent. He'd tried it on others and it had worked just fine. And he decided blindly that it would work on Artemis.

If not.

Well... Butler didn't like to think that far ahead. He'd much rather concentrate on the present. It was a lot more cheerful and blood free.

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Step one: Get close to the target.

It sounded a lot more simple then it actually was. Seeing as though said target had vanished into thin air again. Perfect. Such wonderful timing for the boy to decide to go invisible again. This was the entire reason he had thought up this plan in the first place. He would have to find out how Artemis managed to disappear so quickly and for such long amounts of time.

Perhaps he could open portals into... no. Better not let his mind wander. Artemis could walk right by him and Butler would be too busy thinking up insane ways the boy traveled.

"Gotta stay focused." he muttered to himself, looking around the "market place" he was currently standing in. "If I were Artemis, where would I be."

"I'd say right behind you."

Even though he was trained by one of the most powerful armies in the northern side of the universe. Butler still jumped sharply and 'eeped' like a little girl at the voice. He turned around, trying to get his heart to slow down. And was met by a pair of pretty blue eyes. And a knife blade. Which was shoved between his eyes.

Artemis.

Wonderful. Instead of Butler finding Artemis. Artemis had found Butler.

The hunter stared dumbly at the smaller male.

"Um..."

Artemis looked at him with a slightly amused air.

"Do I know you?" he asked. Just screaming sweet innocence.

Butler went to say something, but was cut off by the teenager.

"Oh wait... I remember you. You where the one gawking at me last night. Yes, I remember your face." he said, sliding the tip of the blade up to Butlers cheek. "Cute."

"Er..."

The boy smirked.

"You've got some vocabulary there. Do you always say one word sentences?"

Butler shook his head. Artemis lowered his knife.

"No of course not. You also say nothing at all. Speak big man. I would like to know why you're looking for me. If you'd be so kind as to explain."

"Could you take the knife away from my person?" he asked.

Artemis looked at the knife, then at Butler.

"Alright if it pleases you." he slide the weapon back into it's holster. Butler spotted three more just like in sitting on a belt around the boys waist.

"Well... I ah..." What was he going to say? Butler hadn't thought that far ahead. He hadn't expected to stumble into the boy so soon. He'd just have to wing it and make something up. "I actually wanted to talk to you. I was blinded by your beauty last night and I needed to see you again." he said, making a mental note to kick himself later, if Artemis didn't do it for him. Real smooth Domovoi. Way to get your self killed.

But to his great surprise the pretty killer smiled.

"How sweet. You wanted a shag or something did you?" he said casually, as if this where a normal thing to discuss with a stranger.

Butler blushed.

"Ah well... I ah..." Well he wouldn't mind one.

"Because if you did, I wouldn't be against it. But you'd have to pay me. I don't let people fuck me for nothing."

Such filthy words coming out of such a pretty creature. Butler was stunned. Though couldn't really object to such an offer. This was part of his Plan after all.

"How much?"

Artemis gave him the once over.

"100 celle an hour. 300 if you're crap."

Butler nodded faintly. Fair enough... but who was the judge of how good he was going to be? Artemis could just say he was crap after five hours of sex and get 1500 celle for nothing. Well Butler was pretty confident in his love making and he considered himself quite good. So did almost all of his ex lovers.

"Alright deal." he said.

This was going to be so easy.

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End note: Yeah... it took me this long to write that. But... writers block people! (whine) It has me in a firm grasp. I mean... I started this chapter with with the general idea of what I wanted it to be about and... when I finished writing it... I'd completely by-passed my original idea and wrote... that.

So yeah. Review if it pleases you. It'd please me. :D Flame... well... the amount of positive reviews I get for this kind of out shines your pitiful attempt at shallow minded ranting. :P

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