Riki bit back a groan as a wave of heat rolled through him which was followed by a solid punch of pain to his lower back. He writhed against the hands which held him as the room went up in an explosion of chaos as an unseen force shattered windows and tore down graffiti covered doors tossing everything against the wall or out the nearest exit.
"Damn how much longer does this take," a lackey questioned doing his best to keep Riki from all but levitating out the nearest window with arms bound firmly around him as he seemed bent to glide clear off the bed.
"Well contractions are relatively nasty lot and worst on men," Rena responded from where she gripping on to Riki's legs for dear life as an unseen force threatened to toss her through the door.
Riki bit his teeth as another quake of pain in his abdomen saw a pulse of energy lashing down the wall on their right. The very one they had to reconstruct after he tore it down several times before in the same fashion. By now they had moved over six times after having there sub bases destroyed this one was amongst the last four they had and apparently seemed as though it wouldn't last the night.
After what felt like a life time later Riki stiffened as everything drew to a standstill before relaxing in the lackey's embrace leaving everything caught in suspension to crash to the ground or in their case a bed.
The lackey sighed audibly unable to truly believe it. It was obvious that the buns would be rolling out the oven soon and frankly he didn't want to be anywhere Riki when it happened.
"You know that your boss won't be able to hold him much longer right?" Rena spoke as she crawled of the bed to fetch something to clean Riki with.
"Yeah don't remind me," the lackey sighed entrapping himself from the bed that was bolted to the floor as he slid from behind Riki.
As eye catching the once fantasy maker Riki the dark was even now, he wanted nothing more than to be a yard away from the Telekinetic, out of the forty of them that had remained of the infamous Dead Beats after Orphe plucked bagged and tagged all else, he was the only one left who was willing to risk keeping an eye on Riki. Though he didn't willingly join dead beats he felt a sense of duty to the man and the girl, Rena who had been kidnapped simply for resembling him so well.
"You haven't told me your name," Rena spoke as she entered the room with all that was useable that she could savage.
"Is it customary that a hostage asks a captor that," the lackey stated ready to put on airs.
"Oh come off it your as much a hostage as I am," she sighed easing next to who could pass off as her twin to dab lightly at Riki's forehead.
He sighed, she was a perceptive one, "the name's Illium like you I got snatched, but for me it was from off the streets on my way home from work," he explained turning away when she gestured that she was going to pull up the over sized tunic they had stripped Riki o his previous clothing in favor of.
After a moments silence he questioned, "do you know him, you two look awfully alike."
She smiled after a moment rubbing the damp cloth over Riki's stomach that was twice the size of her's if not more watching as a faint glow lit up inside and revealed moments on the inside, "sorry but now we've never met."
Though I feel as though I've known him all my life.
The thought crept across her mind but she opted for keeping it to herself at least until she understood why she didn't want to leave his side.
Vivani sighed glancing at Darcy a she wrote up a storm. He had been out in the field again and this time the darker male seemed more disturbed than before which after all Vivani had learned from before had been nothing short of horrific.
Of course as he combed through the knots of unkempt hair he was eager to know what Darcy had found that out the entire lab in a fit of chaos as they ran through all their findings to perform comparative studies and write up present findings and a series of hypothesizes.
So far the theory Darcy compiled had been labeled "The Spaces In Between" and was a lot more complex than it seemed. It explained a simple idea a supernatural phenomena birthed by time and space. It exhausted the thought that that in the moment of death the desire to remain together took a will of its own and under the influence of fragmented logic and a disruption in time and space, sought to grant their wish. But the results further defied logic.
Vivani still found it hard to believe time opted to grant a silent wish that bore its own consequences. It gave a circumstance that allowed for this person Riki to be accepted by Jupiter whilst to create a counter balance opted for an Iason that was acceptable in the slum. But even so the problem stood.
At least now Vivani could understand Fate for only just a fraction and why he had such a burning need to reform Ceres and reopen connections to Ceres. Even though it was a little he grasped that this in fact and Truth was the embodiment of Riki's will and Iason's will but it was just merely a thought with no actual truth.
And what of Riki, surely it was Iason's wish for him to be acceptable to Jupiter so exactly what happened there and where exactly did they the Golden Ones fall in the grant scheme of things.
As wild as his curiosity grew a small bug at the back of his mind told him he really didn't want to know.
It was on this troubled night that Lady Lust stole into Yager's room to perform various acts of mischief under the fold of darkness. As the police androids patrolled the borders in their hundred like blood hounds on a trail Yager found the peak of shear ecstasy under the sabotage of a moment's euphoria. Whether his partner and found his own bliss during before or after he wasn't certain for al he felt under the flood of ecstasy so intense he almost blacked out, he knew nothing except this shared moment of blissful nothingness.
No world where Blondies ruled, no Riki, no heart ache, no guy.
Relieving his partner of him assuming he must have been quite a burden on the smaller male he rolled onto his back. As the pleasure of release ebbed away he sat up going to fetch something to drink and payment for the Night Walker who was either by far was the best he had in a long while or it was the added buzz the horrible liquor he had ingested.
By the time he returned much to his astonishment the red head was still in bed, looking just as appetizing as when he had picked him up three weeks ago after seeing him work the pole at some classy joint like a the devil he was. All he really was in was for a one night stand but the brat was a like a drug he grew an acquired taste for and like the little addict he was he kept going back for more until eventually he brought the brat home.
It was always pleasing after a job well done after taking out part of Midas, to have a mini party of his own. Though to achieve that end he had lost a hell's worth of foot soldiers but nothing could be gained without a few sacrifices. So people died in the explosions he had set, what was it to him? They were most likely a bunch of uppity ass snobs anyway.
The world was a better place without them.
"You look upset," the youth spoke from where he laid amidst a nest of pillows the black stockings that ran up to his thigh was all he wore, "did I not satisfy?"
Yager smiled wondering how he was to dispose of the youth who had grown to know him so well.
"You know you do," he tossed the credit chips on the bed next to the youth; "this should cover it right?"
"If I didn't have bills to pay believe me for you it would be free of charge," the youth stated playing with a red curl of hair.
"I really want to kill you, do you know that?" Yager confessed as he had done so many nights before.
The youth's eyes filled with mirth watching as Yager reached into the top drawer of the night table a few feet away for a pair of matching cuffs and a whip. After seeming to way his options he settled for the cuffs along painful pleasure really wasn't his forte but the desire to control was.
"Then why don't you. I want you to do it. I want you to kill me," the youths spread his thighs where Yager found he fit rather well these nights.
"Will you scream for me," Yager questioned after binding the youth.
"I'll scream as longs as you want," his eyes were filled with mirth as per usual.
After a moment's thought of opting to hear the youth scream his name, he realized that they didn't even so much as know the basics about each other.
"What's your name?" the words were spoken as his hands roamed over the supple lithe body beneath him.
"You wants my name? so soon? Am I going to gets ring wit that?" his voice didn't lack his usual sarcasm.
And as though it was becoming routine to humor him Yager replied, "I'm really not the classy type but just maybe,"
This awarded him with a roll of infectious laughter from the teen, "them who knows me call me Lovely but for those who doesn't I go by the name Apple."
Apple?
He quirked a brow at the odd name. Well what could he say, especially when he had heard worse. At least it had a nice ring to it