Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the original characters of Biker Mice From Mars. Only Victoria and Jesse are my original characters thus far. All other rights belong to the appropriate parties.
HI EVERYONE! 'I'm sorry' doesn't even begin to cover it. I hope you guys are still interested in this story, but a fair warning, updates are still going to be somewhat erratic. My job may include me not being able to work on this as often as I would like. But please do read and review. Helpful comments are always welcome.
!WARNING! Fluff, lemon, smut. However you want to say it, it will be in this chapter. If you don't want to read it, then you will just have to wait for the next chapter.
Chapter 10: Just the First
They spent the rest of the day in relative silence, Modo working on Lil' Hoss, Vinnie staying close to the door to his sister's room while Jesse, Charley, and Throttle talked on the other side of the shop from the two protective Martians. Charley was trying to understand why Throttle would do something so out of place. Jesse remained silent with his arms crossed over his chest while he listened. "Throttle, I just don't get it. Why would you try to start something with Victoria? You already have Carbine as your girl. Whom, if I recall, isn't exactly the sharing type." Charley said, speaking with her hands.
"I... I'm not sure, Charley Girl..."
"Don't you 'Charley Girl' me Throttle Mouse. You're not a child who is just discovering girls for the first time. You're Commander Throttle of the Martian Rebels. Now I want a proper explanation for your actions today, soldier. Actions, I should remind you, that almost lead to the biggest and sweetest of you three killing you in a blind rage." Charley suddenly snapped and wagging a finger in the mouse's face. If Throttle weren't looking right at the human woman, he would've sworn he was listening to one of his old generals ripping into a younger recruit. Jesse was having a hard enough time keeping himself from laughing at the commander's stunned expression. He started to think that the small human might be useful as a commander rather than a mechanic. "Now, answer me."
The tan mouse's shoulders slumped as he released a defeated sigh. Modo didn't want to hear whatever lame excuse Throttle was going to tell the others. Sending his commander a sneer, the big guy grabbed a rag to clean his hands before heading to Vikky's room. He sent a nod Vinnie's way, a silent passing of the torch before he gently knocked on the piece of wood. When there was no response, he hit a little harder.
Vikky was slow to answer the soft knocking at her door. She wanted to be left alone so as not to burden anyone else with her pain. But it seemed that the person wasn't going to let up. She let out a slow breath before she stood and slowly opened the door. The moment she even cracked it, he came in and wrapped his arms around her. Modo used his tail to close the door behind him as he sought to comfort his mate.
The sobs escaped Vikky with a vengeance. She clung to him as hard as her trembling hands would let her.
"I'm sorry..." she cried into Modo's chest.
"Don't you dare," he growled and tightened his arms protectively around her. "You have nothing to apologize for, Kiki. Throttle was in the wrong. He has a girl. He had no right to make a pass at you," Modo said quietly, despite his anger boiling just below the surface. If it hadn't been for Charlie and Victoria, Modo wasn't sure what he would've done. He did know that they were right. No matter how angry he was, Throttle was still his bro, even if that was for now on hold.
"But, if I hadn't been alone with him... If I hadn't pushed," Vikky choked out past her tears. "If I had just stayed gone..." she trailed off, and Modo felt his heart seize in his chest. For a moment, Vikky thought he stopped breathing. Then suddenly, he pulled away, holding her at arm's length with his eye cast down to the floor.
"Do you think that us believing you were dead was easier? That the ache that was left by your disappearance would ease over time?" His voice trembled past his calm. "Because I can tell you, Victoria VanWham," he looked up, and the pain she saw in his face. If he hadn't been holding her up, she would've fallen to her knees. "Every day of not knowing. Every time I would wake from a dream of you, only to find my arms empty, was another knife to my heart," he kept going. Laying his heart bare before her of all the pain he had been hiding. "The day you came back to me, Kiki, was the day my heart finally started to heal," Modo finished as he gently rested her hand over his heartbeat.
Tears were silently running down Vikky's cheeks, and her heart was breaking for him. She loved this mouse more than she could honestly believe, to the point it hurt.
"Don't ever wish yourself away, Kiki. Don't think, not even for a moment, that you not being here is the better option," Modo said with conviction. It was almost as if he was trying to convince Vikky that everything was going to be okay. And for a moment, she was willing to believe him.
"I guess starting at the beginning is the best place to start." Throttle said as he took a seat.
"I would say so." Charley concurred.
"Well, ever since we were kids, I never saw Vikky as anything other than a sister. I mean, she is Vinnie's. But, after she disappeared on Mars, it was like a hole had been cut out of me. One that Carbine tried to help heal." At the mention of his girl's name, the tan mouse looked over at his bros. Throttle had seen Modo leave towards Victoria's room. After everything that happened, he knew that his chance was gone a long, long time ago. Not to mention how much of a fool he was. Vinnie was still throwing daggers his way. Though, not with as much hatred as before.
"But what about Carbine? How long had you two been together? Why would you risk everything like this?" Charley started rambling off questions. A warm hand on her shoulder stopped her barrage. Jesse's eyes were calm and gentle when he looked at the tan mouse.
"Keep going, Throttle," Jesse said. Just another friend that had returned when everyone had written them off as dead.
"Just, these last few months of having her back. It felt like that missing piece was back, but not the way it use to be. I think, after seeing her again. My emotions have just been so damn clouded." The commander lowered his head into his hands, all of this making his head hurt.
"Not to mention you haven't seen Carbine for some time now. When was the last time you called her?" Charley asked him. Mind you, she wasn't excusing him. But she was starting to understand the toll this many revelations can cause. "You need to apologize, Throttle. Not just to Modo, Vikky, and Vinnie. But to Carbine too."
"She doesn't need to know about this, Charley. She has enough on her plate right now with rebuilding Mars." Throttle objected. He knew he messed up. But, he didn't want to ruin what he had with Carbine.
"I'm not going to tell her; that's your job," Charley said, shaking her head. "But I'm telling you, Throttle, the longer this goes unsaid, the worse it's going to be." She said as she stood. She headed over to Vinnie, leaving Throttle and Jesse alone.
"That one has some fire in her. Are we sure she didn't spend some time on Mars before?" The halfling asked with a grin on his face. His question got the desired reaction. Throttle chuckled slightly in his seat before falling silent again. Did he need to tell Carbine about a kiss that, now that he thought about it, didn't mean anything?
"No, but she has saved our skins and kept us out of trouble more times than I can count." Throttle said, not letting on to what was in his head. "Speaking of, where have you been, Jesse? After everything that happened on Mars, you just disappeared."
Jesse's grin vanished, and he couldn't look Throttle in the eye. "I had unfinished business of my own." It was said so quietly that Throttle almost didn't hear him.
Vinnie was looking over a few of the weapons on his red racer when Charley came over. He paused, though, when he felt her small hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay, Vinnie?" Charley asked. She felt the Martian sigh before he stood up and faced her. Vinnie took her hand in his, almost absently as he thought about his answer.
"I don't know, Charley. Everything about this is messed up," he started while rubbing his thumb over Charley's knuckles. The simple gesture sent small shocks up Charley's arm. "Modo, I knew, but Throttle? I mean, it's not like it was that hard to see what Vik meant to the big guy," Vinnie said.
"What? You mean that you knew?" Charley exclaimed, coming out of her daydream to stare at Vinnie like he grew a third antenna.
"Charley girl, c'mon, I may be studly, but I'm not stupid," Vinnie stated with a small flex of his arm, followed by a shrug. "I know my sister, and I know my bro. It was clear as day to me after she woke up from her week-long nap." Charley only smiled. She knew that Vinnie was a good guy, but to see how good a big brother he was. It just about made her swoon.
"It's nice to see that you're not just a flirt, Vincent," Charley teased and gave the white mouse's hand a gentle squeeze. "Vikky is lucky to have a brother like you."
"Hey, don't tell me you're starting to fall for my charms now, pretty lady," he replied. Charley just chuckled and shook her head, using her hair to hide her blush.
"In your dreams, hotshot." The mechanic glanced over at the other two Martians, noting the look of gloom on Jesse's face. "So, what can you tell me about this guy? He doesn't look like any other mouse. Is he a rat?" She asked.
"Oh, Charley girl. That is not so easy to answer," Vinnie said. "We're going to need food and beverages for that story. Hey Jesse, Throttle, let's go get some dogs and rootbeer."
"Should we get Modo and Victoria?" Jesse asked.
"Nah, leave them be," Charley said. "Besides, I don't think either of them are ready to look at you, Throttle," she added with a slight glare.
"Don't get me, wrong bro, we just might have to throw down later," Vinnie said without his usual joking tone as he mounted his bike and pulled on his helmet with Charley behind him.
Modo watched Vikky for several moments. He watched her tears run down her cheeks, and they tore at him like the fangs of a sand squid. "Kiki?" He asked tentatively.
"I love you, Modo Mouse," she said the words before she even realized that they were out loud. Victoria gasped and covered her mouth. Modo's eye widened. Sure, they knew that they cared dearly for each other, but they had yet to say it. Vikky's cheeks burned with embarrassment, and she tried to step away from his hands on her shoulders. But Modo only squeezed her shoulders to halt her retreat.
When Vikky looked back up at him, his expression had changed. There was a small smile on his face, and the way he looked at her made her knees weak. Like he had been waiting for her to say those very words. Slowly, Modo pulled her tightly into his arms and hid his face against her hair.
"I love you too, Kiki," he whispered into her ear. The words were a caress against her skin. The deep rumble of his voice sent a shiver down her back to the tip of her tail. Then she felt it, a kiss right at the base of her ear. She trembled in his arms, not from fear; she could never be afraid of Modo but from excitement.
Vikky felt Modo's hands slowly move down her back till they rested on her hips to pull her closer to him. She took in a sharp breath when she felt him stiff against her thigh, and her face burned from the blush. "Modo," his name was a breathy whisper from her lips in his ear. It sent the grey mouse's blood racing as his heart kicked into high gear. When he looked at Vikky, her eyes were half hooded, and her cheeks were a beautiful pink.
Victoria pulled him into a kiss, and this one held nothing back. She pressed herself closer to him, and Vikky felt him tighten his grip on her. Modo suddenly pulled away, his hands moving to Vikky's thighs before he picked her up off her feet. Vikky gasped in surprise. She knew that he was strong, but he acted like she weighed nothing at all. The she-mouse soon smiled, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.
"If you have any doubts, Kiki, now is the time to say them," Modo warned, always the gentleman. At that moment, Victoria knew that she had no doubts about what she wanted. More importantly, who she wanted.
"Modo, don't you know it's impolite to keep a lady waiting," she teased and tightened her legs around him. Modo's smile widened from ear to ear just before his lips crashed to hers in a breath-stealing kiss. After that, everything became a blur. One moment they were in the middle of the room. The next, he had her pinned against the wall. Modo made short work of her shirt, his hands both warm and cold. The difference kept her senses heightened as to where they were as he explored her body. Both mice moved to the bed, where Modo laid her down and started to trail soft kisses towards the waistline of her jeans. He discarded her boots, followed by the rest of her clothes. By this point, they were both burning for the other. But when Modo stood, he paused and stared for a moment at the beautiful mouse before him.
He saw the grey scars that marred her white fur, but he could only see the way they made her look stronger. For Kiki to have endured and survived what she did, Modo fell more in love with her, if that was even possible. "Modo," she called, her tail flickering nervously. The mouse took in a sharp breath, realizing that he had stopped breathing.
"You're beautiful, Kiki," he sighed. He was rewarded by seeing her blush spread not just on her cheeks but down her neck and chest, turning her white fur pink.
"Why are you still dressed, Mo?" She asked, causing him to blush. He had not heard her call him that in a long time. His boots and pants were gone in such a rush, Modo nearly tripped. Vikky giggled at the sight, having never seen him this eager. Modo soon joined Vikky, his lips seeking her's in a searing kiss. Modo's body covered hers in solid muscle and heat. She welcomed every kiss, every touch like it was the first. When she felt his cold touch against her core, Vikky let out a startled gasp.
"If anything hurts, Kiki, I need you to let me know. Okay?" Modo said, almost fearfully. The last thing he wanted was to cause her pain.
"Okay," she replied. Modo slowly started to move his fingers inside her, taking care to go slow. Vikky's breath came in shallow gasps. Her heart was racing, and soon she couldn't control her hips. Modo closed his mouth over one of her breasts, sucking gently as he slowly worked her into a frenzy. He stopped, though, when he heard Victoria start to cry out.
Giving her breast a final caress, Modo claimed her lips. Their tounges dueled for several moments, his attempt to distract her from what was about to happen. But Vikky wasn't fooled. She longed for him, had longed for him for so many nights. Vikky's legs wrapped around his hips, and she felt him hard against her core. They didn't just call him 'big guy' because of his height. Both of them gasped for air, Vikky from surprise and Modo from pleasure. She was so warm and inviting, and he wanted to claim her as his. But Modo knew that if he acted like a teenager, he would end up hurting her. So, he rolled to switch their positions. Vikky sat up and straddled the larger mouse, his hands resting on her hips as he watched her.
"Mo?"
"Take your time, love. I'm worried that I won't be able to," Modo said while his body trembled. He was trying to restrain himself from taking back control. He thought Vikky would be shy. He believed that she would have been nervous when she saw his full size. He should've known better. Vikky smiled down at him before slowly moving her hips to rub her core against him. Modo growled, feeling her heat as she teased him. But Vikky was impatient and could only take her teasing for so long. She raised her hips then and aligned him with her core.
The process was slow and a tad bit painful as he stretched her. Vikky had to stop several times to adjust to him before she continued to lower her hips. Modo was still as a stone statue; he dare not move lest he hurt her. She took his hands in her own, needing his comfort and support. By using the extra leverage, Vikky's hips met Modo's, and they both stayed still to savor the feeling of being one. Modo sat up, wrapping his arms around Vikky and burrowing his face against her neck. Vikky wrapped her arms around him just before she started to move her hips in the age-old dance known to mice and men across the cosmos. Their dance was slow, with soft gasps of breath a quiet moans.
Everything else faded away as the pleasure grew to a head, and their movements became more frantic. When they reached the peak, Modo's arms became vices, and he felt Vikky's claws dig into his back as she clung to him. Modo fell back onto the bed, holding a trembling Victoria, and both mice were panting where they lay. They stayed joined as they were, the big guy not wanting to lose the connection just yet. Slowly, Vikky raised her head to look at Modo with a sated look and smile on her face.
"Hi," she nearly whispered.
"Welcome back," Modo greeted with a smile of his own. Vikky started to kiss him but stopped short and gasped in pleasure when she felt that he was still inside her. 'He's still hard.' Vikky thought after a moment of surprise. Her eyes met Modo's, and she saw that primal look on his face. That had just been the first, it seemed. With a sweet smile and a kiss, Vikky felt Modo roll them over to take the lead this time.
And as the night went on to bring in a new sunrise, both mice knew that they had finally come home.
End Notes: okay, this is my first attempt at writing smut, so please don't be too mean.
