Guns, Sex and Space Fighters
Disclaimer: I own nothing. But that doesn't mean I can't mess with Artemis and Butler.
Summary: 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
Warning: SLASH. OOC, cross-dressing, cursing. Fuck off if you don't like it.
Authoress' Greeting: A kissing scene to open the chapter and I apologize if it's not very good. Gah, I'm just no good. T.T
I have also noticed that anything regarding Butler is humor at his expense. And anything with Artemis is serious. Lol. I can't stand to make Arty into the comic relief in this like I normally do. I have Butler for that. Poor fellow.
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Chapter 8: I.O.U
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As Butler's tongue slipped inside the mouth of the convict currently trapped in his arms. All thought of handcuffing the boy and bringing him back to HQ and to Root vanished. There was only Artemis and his... everything. Not just his mouth, but his body, his skin. So soft and smooth. His hair, which Butler had found out was not a blond wig, but had been died. Was like silk. The blond curls slipping easily through his fingers as he held one hand on the back of Artemis' head. Keeping his mouth pressed against his own.
Artemis himself didn't seem to bothered when he was shoved up against the wall. Butlers body pressing itself flush against his and he moaned into the others mouth at the contact. One hand tangled into his blond hair and the other trailed down his body to grip his behind, bringing him even closer to the Bounty Hunter.
Two minutes later and they pulled apart. Breathing heavily, the need for air overriding the need to shag in the hallway. Artemis was flushed, blond curls ruffled. Still trapped between Butler and the wall. The hunter himself didn't have any hair too ruffle, but his cheeks where a light shade of red and his eyes where dark with lust.
Artemis looked at him. Their face inches apart. Both seeing no reason to break the oh so wonderful contact that their bodies where providing.
"You're an alright kisser. I'm surprised." the words where spoken softly, in between gasps for air.
Slim fingers played with the back of Butlers neck as the Bounty Hunter struggled to answer. Artemis watched him, a smile playing on his kiss swollen lips. He glanced down for a second, then back up. Butler caught the look and raised an eyebrow. Still not having the ability to speak.
"Is that one of your guns poking my thigh?" asked the boy coyly. Moving said thigh against the 'gun'. Butler groaned, his grip on Artemis tightening. The murderer chuckled. "Guess not."
Butler looked down at his tented pants. If he were someone who got embarrassed easily, he'd have blushed. But he wasn't, so he didn't. Instead, he tired not to leer and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. Artemis made no move to help, the convict himself looking like the very epitome of calm.
"You're easily excited." he stated simply. "I thought you wouldn't get so worked up that quickly. But hey, it's not like it's a bad thing."
Butler nodded slightly. So... they where going to have sex yes? He hoped so. From what he could tell just from feeling the frame of the killer through his dress, the boy was perfect. And he was a good kisser, submissive too.
Blue eyes peered up at him through blond bangs and Artemis smirked.
"Let me guess. You want a shag. Am I right?"
Butler nodded. Artemis raised one hand up to his mouth and chuckled.
"My how daring." he said in mocking sort of tone. Butler scowled.
"You asked." he grunted.
"Well I didn't think you'd answer so honestly." replied the boy with a smirk. "But that aside, if you want one. Than who am I to object."
Butler narrowed his dark eyes. Something seemed... fishy.
"I don't want to wake up bound and gagged in an alley or something." he said blandly. Artemis tried to look innocent, yet offended.
"I have never bound and/or gagged you." he said. "I'm offended you'd think such a thing."
"Of course you are. But the fact remains that last time you agreed to have sex with me, you drugged me and stole everything but my clothes and guns."
"I didn't steal your wallet, or your shoes."
"But you took what was IN my wallet. I'm almost broke."
Artemis shrugged carelessly.
"And why should I care if you're broke? I'm not and that's what matters. Besides, you shouldn't be buying useless things like guns if you don't have much money. Because, if you don't mind me saying, you don't exactly need another. You've got quite the arsenal there."
"I would have money if you hadn't stolen it." growled Butler, ignoring the quip about his collection of deadly weapons, temper rising.
"You shouldn't have been so careless than to try and sleep with a criminal. What do you think I was going to do? Let you have your wicked way with me and then proclaim my ever lasting love for you?"
"No, but I thought you'd at least have sex with me. I was going to pay you anyway..."
The boy looped his arms around Butler's neck and smiled up at him.
"Ever the blunt one I see." he shifted around to see if the older man was still... excited. He was. "Well, why don't we stop talking and do something about your problem? Or I can leave and you can beat off in the bathroom. Which would be awfully pitiful for you. But I suppose you're used to it."
Butler glared and Artemis smirked. Blue eyes sparkling with mirth. The boy was trying to get a rise out of him (No pun intended of course). Brat.
"I don't see any hotel rooms around here." he said, instead of the many nasty things going around in his head. The genius shrugged.
"No, but there are bathrooms." he untangled himself from the hunters large arms and flounced over to the black bag which had been lying, forgotten near-by. It was a surprise no one had taken it. But Butler had seen the dead body of a man in the hallway earlier and guessed no one was stupid enough to steal from Artemis. How did he know the kid had killed the man? Someone had said a girl in a white dress had kicked the unfortunate stranger in the head.
"I thought you said having sex in bathrooms was pitiful?"
Artemis hauled the bag onto his shoulder and fiddled around with the strap to make it more comfortable for him. His shoulder was already red.
"No, I said masturbating in a bathroom is pitiful. There is a difference. Now come on, you're wasting time and we don't want you doing any damage to your- (he gestured to Butlers crotch, pausing) -do we?"
Butler shrugged off his long, black jacket and held it in front of himself.
"No we do not." he came to stand beside Artemis, who slipped one small hand into the inside crook of his elbow. Obviously a sign that he wasn't going to run.
"Lead the way."
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(You can all use your imaginations for the sex. I'm no good at writing them and when I do, I'm kicked off fanfiction... so... sorry? I know, I'm an awful, awful tease. Let us continue shall we?)
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It turned out that having sex in a stall in one of the public loo's of the CCM was common. At least... on the 17th floor. No one seemed to care, though the Bounty Hunter wouldn't put it past the scum to listen in the corridor. Artemis cheerfully commented that they probably had recorders.
Butler was shocked Artemis hadn't bailed when they'd reached the mens restrooms. But it wasn't like he wasn't grateful. Having sex with the convict was the best thing that had happened to him since he started this mission. Even if it was quick sex in a crammed little box. It was still sex and having Artemis so close to him was pleasant. He'd been right about the boy having a perfect body. Though perfect was an understatement. Fucking beautiful would be more up the hunters alley and vocabulary.
Artemis was currently trying to get his wits back, sandwiched between the right wall of the stall and Butler. Slim legs wrapped loosely around the older mans middle. His blond locks where tussled, face flushed. The boy his eyes closed and was just sitting there quietly.
Butler, who was having quite a time staying upright, though what little room he had to stand in the loo stall, he was almost backed up against the left wall himself. There really wasn't much room to move, and Artemis had been doing all the moving. Butler just had to stand, which wasn't easy. He really wanted to sit down. Which he could, there was a seat here after all, but Artemis looked quite happy where he was and Butler didn't want to move him. Yet.
"You seem content." he commented roughly.
Artemis made a little noise and opened his eyes, peering up at Butler through half lidded orbs.
"Well of course. Not to inflate your ego, which would be quite large already I'll bet, but after having sex like that, even in a toilet stall, one would be content."
Butler, ego inflating anyway, smirked smugly. Silently cheering himself for his amazing abilities in love making. Oh yes, he was good. Artemis let his head loll back to rest on the wall, watching Butler quietly.
"But I've had better." he remarked absently.
The imaginary crowd of cheerleaders fell silent and Butler scoffed.
"Yeah right. You're just saying that because you don't want to seem too nice after complimenting me."
The boy shifted around, wincing. They hadn't moved since finishing and Butler hadn't removed himself from Artemis yet. It wasn't all that comfortable.
"No I'm quite serious. I've had better. As I'm sure you have as well."
"Who?" asked Butler, not that he should care. He guessed Artemis had slept with heaps of people, his vast amount of experience before was too much for a teenager to have. The kid was a slut probably. Not that he had any room to talk. But for some reason he didn't like the idea of anyone topping him, he wanted to be the best Artemis had had.
The boy in question smiled at him coyly.
"I'll tell you, as well as my plans for universal domination." he answered. Well it wasn't like he wasn't expecting that.
"Right. So you plan to take over the universe?"
"Of course not. You can't take over the universe, it's practically impossible. Besides it's tacky, only a fool would try it. But we aren't here to talk about what I do."
Butler was sent a suspicious glance from the convict. Artemis probably thought Butler was trying to get information out of him while he was in the state of afterglow. He didn't mean for it to come across like that.
"I didn't mean it like that, I was just joking."
Artemis ignored him and shifted around again. He looked up at Butler pointedly.
"As much as I enjoy sitting here, your body is quite comfortable, I would appreciate it if you... exited my body. I'm starting to get a cramp in a very unusual place."
Butler started, blushed lightly and lifted the boy off his flaccid member. Muttering apologizes. Artemis needed a bit of support when he was placed on the ground and started grouping around for his discarded dress. The white slip was lying in a wet lump in the toilet bowl. Died blue from the scented water.
Butler felt the burning gaze before seeing the blue eyes plowing into his head. Artemis pointed to the toilet.
"Unless you can pull new clothes out of your arse, I need something else to wear." he said. And Butler was reminded of that night in the bar, where he had first met the boy.
The guard spluttered a reply that he didn't have any other clothes and was about to suggest that they try cleaning the dress in the sink and drying it with the hot air blow dryer, when the genius shut him up with a sort of growl.
"Give me your coat." he ordered.
"My coat?" echoed Butler, looking at said piece of clothing. Artemis nodded, holding out one hand.
"Yes, your coat. Did I stutter? Give it to me, now."
The Bounty Hunter held the garment to his chest and started to retort.
"N-" though he was cut off when the boy snatched the coat from his protective grasp and slipped it on. Wrapping it around his small body tightly.
"You owe me a new dress. Though this coat will serve as good payment for your poor aiming skills." he said tartly.
"That's my favorite coat." started the hunter angrily.
Artemis tied the black slash around his middle to keep the coat on and looked as though he'd completely ignored the fact the the older man had spoken.
"And I liked that dress and you ruined it. So we are even. Now then..." he held out another hand as Butler struggled into his pants, mourning the loss of his precious jacket. The man glared at him when Artemis cleared his throat.
"Now what do you want? You already took my coat."
"I did and now I want 100 celle. Pay up." he jerked his outstretched hand a little to emphasize his demand. Butler looked at it as though the slim fingers had transfigured into fire breathing snakes.
"What for?" he snarled out.
"I said I charge 100 celle for an hours worth of sex and 300 if you're horrible. You weren't horrible, so it's 100. I'm going easy on you, you should be grateful. Now give me my fee."
Butler pulled on his tight fitting black tank top (1) and continued gaped, Artemis had CHARGED him?
"I didn't realize you where charging me."
"I suppose then, that my assumption of you not being very bright was correct. Of course I was charging you. I don't go around having sex with strangers for nothing."
"You shouldn't go around having sex with strangers at all." countered Butler as he fumbled with his many holsters. Artemis shrugged.
"And I shouldn't steel and kill either, but I do. You're not in a position to lecture me about my lifestyle. Bounty Hunter. You kill for money because you can't make it as a real cop." (2)
He was met with no verbal response and a dark glare in his direction. The quip had hit home then, good. Butler finished dressing and opened the door, walking out of the stall and checking himself in the mirror. Artemis picked up his bag and followed the man out of the bathroom.
"If you can't afford it, that's ok." he said conversationally. Butler turned to him sharply.
"Yes, I can't afforded it, and who's reason is that?"
Artemis smiled at him and plucked a knife from Butler's person. Before the man could react and get his weapon back, the young beauty made some quick movements that Butler couldn't follow and stepped back, looking at Butler's chest, which suddenly stung, smugly. The older man followed the gaze and looked down at himself.
He was surprised to find the letters I, O and U slashed out of his shirt and carved into his skin. The wound bleeding lightly, no wonder his chest hurt. He looked back at Artemis with wide, questioning eyes. But the boy was gone.
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(1) Or singlet, camisole, whatever you call them. We call them singlets here in Australia.
(2) And though I realize that Bounty Hunters may be up the authority ladder more than a police officer (though I wouldn't know) Bounty Hunters in this story are practically criminal themselves.
End note: This story DOES have a plot, I'm just not trying very hard to bring it out. I'll bring it in later. But don't worry, I'm not wasting your time by writing go nowhere garbage. It's actually going along the right path. So fear not!
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