Warning: this chapter USED To contains a graphic lemon with light BDSM. It has been removed according to the censorship on this site.

Chapter 2 Rewards and punishment

He drew a deep breath and walked out into the street. He could see the girl arriving with her friends walking up to the house from the other direction. He smiled at her, when she saw him and she waved back at him with a smile. He saw her laugh at something her friend said to her before leaving her alone on the pavement.

"Hello Aimee." He smiled at her. She blushed a little and said

"Hi." They both stood there, not sure how to proceed. He glanced at her.

"You look nice." He told her. And she did. She was wearing a short summers dress in white with pink flowers and she had a denim jacket slung over her arm for later. Her hair was loose and wavy. To be honest she didn't look like she would fit in with the crowd inside the house. Their clothes were all garish and provocative, the adolescent version of playing dress up.

"Thanks. So do you." She blushed. He drew a deep breath again. There was something he needed to square with her before they proceeded. But as he opened his mouth to speak, a car came screeching to halt on the other side of the road. Out of it came the same bunch of obnoxious teenagers from the café. Aimee cringed and Orion steeled himself for trouble.

The group consisted of three boys and three girls. The guys were giving off an attitude of owning the place and a willingness to fight anyone who didn't agree. The girls were dressed like hookers and behaved much the same toward the boys. The girls were stumbling unsteadily along up the garden path on stilettos that were too high for them. The whole group reeked of alcohol. They were laughing and being loud again and Orion couldn't help but sigh inwardly, now having another reason for wanting this night to be over.

"Hey! Look who it is!" One of the boys yelled out, making the others turn. "It's that guy from the other day." They laughed and one of the boys yelled to him.

"Hey good luck getting some from her. She's more uptight than Mother Theresa!" The others roared with laughter. Orion couldn't understand why the boy would speak so derogatorily about his own family, but it made him angry.

"Yeah!" one of the girls said. "Come with me and I'll show you a really good time." She made a rude gesture with her hand and tongue indicating a blowjob.

"Hey! What are you playing at?" one of the boys said and grabbed the girl hard by the upper arm and dragged her into the house. The noise drowned out the girl's response, but they could be seen arguing just inside the house. The other kids soon joined them.

Still fuming Orion forgot there was something he wanted to tell Aimee. Instead he just looked at her and said:

"Come on, I'll get you a drink."

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Two and a half hours later they were once again standing outside on the pavement. This time it was just to get away from some of the noise. They had drunk some of the spiked punch, some sodas and Orion had even tried one of the beers. He didn't like it though, and was quite happy with his cola.

"I don't understand why people call that dancing. It's just a bunch of jumping around in the same place and shaking various body parts." He said, making her laugh.

"Yes, but it's kind of exhilarating, like going into a trance. It's like the body moves on its own." Her eyes were gleaming with excitement. She loved dancing.

"You make it sound like a workout session." He grumbled, making her laugh again.

"And what's wrong with that?"

"Well, if I wanted to get a workout I would've just gone for a run or something." She laughed harder. "Dancing should be two people moving in unison, supporting each other, completing each other." He said thinking of when he caught his fathers dancing one night.

"That is so romantic." She said dreamily. He looked down at his feet, feeling a bit flustered.

"Well…" He was trying to formulate the rest of that sentence when he suddenly found the girl quite near him. He stiffened.

She kissed him. For a moment he was too completely stunned to kiss her back, to push her away, to do anything. He supposed it felt nice.

Then his mind caught up with him and he realised what was happening. He pushed her away, panicking. 'Shit! Shitshitshitshitshit' he began to hyperventilate as he barely noticed the girl's hurt expression. He had reason to panic, though. Inside he could feel his bondmate react. An acute feeling of hurt and betrayal flowed through the bond. 'Shitshitshit!' Next thing he knew someone pushed him. He brought his mind back to the outside world, only to see a very angry Aimee turning and walking away.

"Aimee!" he ran after her and blocked her, preventing her from leaving. She was crying. Damn, he hadn't wanted this. He had tried to tell her. He sighed. It was his fault. He should have insisted on telling her. "Aimee, please listen to me." She moved to walk around him and he blocked her again. "Aimee, I'm sorry. I should have told you." He could see her react to that. It hadn't been what she had expected. She stood still, listening but not looking at him. Encouraged he continued:

"I'm sorry if I made you think I was interested in you in that way." She blinked rapidly at the tears forming in her eyes. "I really am. I only wanted to help you deal with those idiots." She closed her eyes, tears still falling. "Maybe it wasn't the right thing to do after all… You're a very nice person and very pretty." A tiny ghost of a smile appeared on her lips. "Any guy would be lucky to have you. Sadly I can't. Not like that." she looked up at him at this. He sighed deeply and ran a hand across his face. 'Here goes.' "I'm betrothed to someone I haven't met yet."

It wasn't a lie, but nor was it entirely accurate either. Technically he was bonded to someone he hadn't met physically yet. According to Saluvian and Micurii'an law he had been married since the birth of his bondmate, as his bondmate was younger than him. But saying he was betrothed in a sort of arranged marriage would come close in a human cultural frame of reference.

Aimee gave him a look of incredulity. Her tears stopping as her surprise and then her anger took their place.

"What? What kind of lame arse excuse is that? Betrothed! Do you really expect me to believe that? How stupid do you think I am? If you didn't want me, you should've just said so. Jerk!" and she stormed off. Orion stood there looking after her, shoulders slumped. He didn't notice the onlookers laughing at his expense nor heard the comments they made.

"But I really am." He whispered.

He looked inwards. His bondmate had closed down the bond as much as they could, basically giving him the cold shoulder. He tried sending his remorse and apologise along the bond, but was met with a resounding rejection. Slowly he dragged himself down the street to the secluded spot and Jumped away.

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Back at the Hub Ianto was busy teaching his fiancée a lesson in the benefits of completing ones paperwork on time. He had been dropping him hints all day at what would happen if they managed to finish all of the paperwork and have it filed away properly, and hints at what wouldn't happen if they failed. Though it had been hard for Jack to concentrate with such alluring suggestions whispered in his ear and the odd concealed grope by Ianto, he had managed it and was now reaping his reward.

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When he came back around he was no longer tied up and Ianto was huffing trying to move him into a better position on the bed. He instantly began chuckling as he realised he must have passed out. He moved and grabbed a hold of Ianto, hugging him.

"Wow… I haven't cum like that, since… a long time." Ianto grinned at him.

"Well, you deserved a bit of a reward. You did finish your paperwork unusually early." He winked. Jack laughed.

"Yeah, that just goes to show, what the right kind of motivation can do." He yawned. Ianto was already half asleep in his arms. Before succumbing to sleep he spared a brief thought to their son and wondered how his date was going. They hadn't heard him come in yet, so it must be going well, he thought with a leer.

xxXxx

Orion was sitting dejectedly on the edge of a tall building. He had been home briefly, but hearing the racket his parents were making, had prompted his departure. He had changed into his dragon form - now the size of a Great Dane, not counting the wing span – and had flown above the city for about an hour. In the end he had landed on this roof, changed back into human form and sat down. He had no idea how long he had been sitting there. The sky was getting lighter, so it was probably around four in the morning. Soon the birds would start their disgusting behaviour again. He grimaced.

Lost in thought he never noticed the police car on the street. Nor did he pay any attention to the fire truck that pulled up a while later. It wasn't until they started rolling out a big air cushion and were filling it, that he began to take an interest. 'What are they up to?' he thought. Suddenly he heard a familiar screech from above. He could just make out the elegant form of Myfanwy gliding through the air. Smiling, he got up from the edge, changed into his dragon form and flew up to meet her. She greeted him delightedly and together they soared.

Behind them a group of people carefully tiptoed out onto the roof. When they couldn't see anybody there, they rushed out and searched all over. The called the people on the ground, who adamantly insisted the suicide jumper hadn't jumped. But the person had mysteriously vanished. Shaking their heads at the mystery, they packed up and left. This was Cardiff. Weird things happened every day here.