Author's Note: As stated last chapter, there were two references. One was the appearance of Malkov, Xavien's right hand man in The Deathdealer and in The Eternal Encore. The other was Solo's comment of him stabbing Heero in the jugular with a butter knife, a reference to Return to L2, one of my more earlier fics. Now, on a more serious note, since it doesn't seem like anybody else is taking up my little challenges to spot references, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to stop them now, occasionally making one but no rewards will be offered. However, I still need cannon fodder and I can only come up with so many OCs at once. So, here's the deal, if you want an OC of your own creation to be featured in this fic, you must PM me and give me your OCs details, such as their physical appearance, personality, powers, all the while fitting the criteria given thus far in the story. That means no girl OCs, they got to be male. I see a profile of an OC that is a girl, I'm not even going to look at it anymore.
Speaking of OCs, it's time to introduce Archsage Soren's first one: Jason Ciliars. That's right buddy, your number one guy finally makes his debut. I hope I got him acting like the way you envisioned him.
Now, without further ado, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor do I own Archsage Soren's Jason (OC).
Warning: language, slight masturbation of the female variety...
Sleepover!
"Is this really necessary?" Heero deadpanned as the blond intruder finished tying him up to another chair.
"Don't want ya calling for help while I'm asleep," the blond shrugged, "'sides, ain't it better in this one instead of the other?"
The intruder did have a point. The chair that he was now restrained in was his father's easy chair, meaning it was much more comfortable than the hard dining table chair that he had been tied to for most of the afternoon.
"I mean, it's not like ya have ta worry 'bout me or Duo shaving your pubic hair off and gluin' it ta ya face," Solo continued listlessly as he eyed his braided friend with a critical eye, falling silent for a minute as if he was contemplating something.
Maybe he should shut up…
"You don't trust me, do you?" he found himself asking and he internally winced. He did not want to provoke this guy, especially after what he did to the coffee table…
"There's only two people in the whole world I trust," the blond answered, "and you ain't one of them."
"Fair enough," he commented and fell silent. However, he still felt the urge to say something, to continue talking with the blond with the pony tail, the last thing he wanted to do by the way. He was reasonably appalled at himself for even feeling like this. Whoever this guy was, this Solo as his friend called him, he had broken into his home and held him against his will. He was a criminal for all he knew, a very strong one albeit, but a criminal nonetheless.
His blue eyes glanced over at a figure sleeping on the couch, curled up into a little ball. Duo. How many times had he heard Solo call him that? A lot and that was more than enough to figure out that was what that kid's name was. But what was a kid like that doing with someone like Solo? It made no sense to Heero.
Without warning, he felt something come up against him and he was surprised to see a blanket. What?
Looking up, he saw Solo settling himself at the other end of the couch, pulling up another blanket onto himself as he settled in. From the corner of his eye, noticed a blanket covering Duo also; when had that happened?
Noticing he was being stared at, Solo looked up at him quizzically. "What?"
Narrowing his eyes, Heero accused, "You've been in the hall closet."
Solo snorted. "What? Ya want ta be cold?"
Heero blinked at that. It was true that it got really cold at night in the desert but couldn't he just rely on the heater for that? Then again, it would get hot in the house and come morning…maybe the blankets weren't such a bad idea. But still, he wanted to show his defiance, no matter how detrimental it was to him.
"What if I don't want it?" he challenged.
"Kick it off," Solo answered as he turned his back towards him.
"And if I really do need it?"
"Not my problem."
Perhaps he should really keep his defiance to himself. It was not going to get him anywhere with this Solo, now was it?
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She was a queen of a forgotten realm, surrounded by the most beautiful men that her kingdom had to offer. Surrounded in her golden oasis, her muscular concubines tending to her every need no matter how taboo it might be, she was informed of a new servant.
Immediately, she requested for this new servant to come forward and what she found definitely made her hot under the collar. She could not get enough of the sight of him, his near-nakedness just screaming at her to touch him. She admired the way his golden blond hair flowed from his head and down his back, the chiseled handsome facial features, the physique that only a god could have. She wanted him, no, needed him, now.
Gesturing with her fingers, she commanded him to come to her, to obey her every whim, and as he drew closer, she could see the desire in his eyes, eyes whose color was indeterminate. What color were they? It was a mystery that begged to be solved but soon it didn't matter as she ordered the young man to give her pleasure.
He obeyed her command readily, easily lifting her off her throne and giving a molten kiss that turned her body into jelly. Feather light touches skimmed over her skin, even as the male's lips worked her into a fervor, arousing her and taking her to levels beyond even that. She wanted more, could only want more as she became a slave to her desires, desires created by a servant.
The young man took his seat on her throat, setting her into his lap but not letting go of her once as he lips pecked her all over her face, even going as far as to tease her eyebrows, eyebrows that always consumed others' attentions whenever she was brought up verbally. Her hands grasped hold of her servant's long blond hair and she was the one to initiate another kiss only for her dominance to be short lived as the servant gained control over her once more.
"Who are you?" she asked breathlessly, she body rising up into the air with strong hands holding her by her waist.
The servant did not answer her. Instead, he just watched her with his intense green eyes even as he plopped her back into his lap and sent molten heat rushing into—
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Dorothy found her eyes suddenly snapping open.
She couldn't help but groan aloud; just when it had been getting to the good part too! Now she was horny as hell and needed to…
For all you male readers, this is some girl private time so look away for a bit and skip to the next scene… (1)
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Ah, that was much better!
All she needed to do now was calm herself and do what she always did when she woke up in a sweat and horny as hell. That was recall the dream she just had and give another reason to be sweaty. Teenage hormones, they could be such a bitch…
It wasn't the first time she had that dream before yet there was something different about it. Always she would be this queen or empress relaxing in some sort of chamber and tended to by all these beautiful male servants who would tend to her every whim. Then there was always the introduction of a new servant and then he and she would…
But there was something different about this dream boy she had seen. He looked so familiar that she could almost put her finger on it. Lets see, who did she know who was incredibly handsome, had long blond hair, had a great body, and the most piercing green eyes—
She jerked from her reverie, her eyes the widest they had even been since her tenth birthday. She knew no one around here in Boulder who looked like that guy did except for one person and that person was the only person she had ever met with green eyes.
It was that guy who tied her, Relena, and Heero up earlier…er, yesterday if what the time her clock was showing meant anything. This…that…it couldn't be right! It couldn't be possible, not at all! It was just some trick her mind was playing on her.
Yet she couldn't suppress a shiver that ran up her spine at the very thought of those green eyes…
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Gray overcast covered the sky, even as the sun was rising in the east, its light only succeeding at brightening the landscape but not powerful enough to pierce the think clouds above. Wind blew across the weathered terrain, bringing with it a scent of rain that was only noticeable to the wildlife with the highly sensitive sense of smell.
In the midst of this barren land, a cloud of dust ran through it, revealing the path that a large gray truck was taking as it sped towards the nearest center of human civilization.
It was only at the outskirts of the small town of Boulder that the vehicle stopped, the back doors opening up to release five male youths, all of them seemingly harmless but were anything but. With its cargo ejected, the van's back doors were closed and the large automobile began to backtrack the way it came, leaving behind the five boys.
Each were of varying heights ranging from tall to short and other physical features that made it clear that none of them were related, with the exception of the two shortest who happened to be identical twins. Each wore similar black uniforms made of padded leather and each designed to suit each individual.
One of the boys separated from the small group, taking the first steps towards Boulder but stopping only a few feet away from his comrades. He glared at the small town with disdain and snorted at it in contempt. This was where those two ran to? Couldn't they had chosen some place else?
I don't care if the town survives; it is of little consequence to your mission.
Those words echoing in his head caused the boy to smirk. Well, maybe he shouldn't be so disappointed at the two people he hated the most, after all he could just burn the entire place to the ground "by accident" and no one would question it. Heck, no one would probably care if this place disappeared off the face of the map.
"Mobias, come over here," one of his comrades spoke, his voice nearly a monotone, as if he could care less about what was going on. Mobias turned and glanced at a tall, thin, pale boy with mousy brown hair and plain brown eyes, the lanky figure just standing where it was without moving.
"And why should I listen to you, Isley?" he sneered. "You're not in charge here; I am."
"You wish," the taller boy replied, letting a small smile grace his lips.
"Care to say that to my face?" he growled as he turned fully to glare at the other boy.
"Already did," Isley said, amused.
"This is stupid," one of the younger boys said.
"Yeah, stupid," agreed the boy's twin.
"Why don't we…" the first twin began.
"…just blow that town up already?" the other twin finished.
"What are you two? Mindreaders?" Mobias demanded.
"No, I'm the telepath," Isley butted it.
"Shut up!" Mobias yelled.
"No," the first twin said.
"You shut up!" the second said.
"Why don't you all shut up?" came the calmer voice of the fifth boy who had up until this point said nothing. Out of the five boys, this one was one of the shorter ones, not as small as the pint sized twins but not as tall as Mobias or Isley, though his skinny frame did not hint at any physical strength. His black hair flowed back across his head like a river, covering most of his ears and ending just above his shoulders. Due to the experiments that had been performed on him, the tips of his hair, extending only to about an inch at the most, were colored a solid white. This could be seen, even from his bangs that hung over his narrowed blue eyes that hinted at Asian ancestry and halting just in front of his nose that seemed a bit crooked. "We are accomplishing nothing while you are fighting like children," he stated.
"But we are children Jason!" both twins cried out.
"As if," Mobias muttered.
Jason glared at them all, green streaks in his eyes flashing murderously, one of his eyes twitching warningly, but nonetheless silencing them. He supposed that he was going to have to be the one to take charge of this operation since none of the ones who were trying for it could muster any support and the ones that could do that weren't.
"One of us should go down there and try to find where the two traitors are," the boy said aloud.
Immediately, Mobias jumped the gun. "I'll go do it," he exclaimed eagerly.
"Not you," Jason snapped.
"Oh and what ya gonna do about it?" Mobias sneered as he summoned flames in each hand.
The shorter boy just swiped his hand through the air but what followed was a sudden force that impacted the taller boy, followed immediately by what could only be described as a stiff breeze. Mobias found himself flying through the air before landing roughly on the ground, his body skipping on the solid surface until he began to skid to a stop. Both twins began to laugh uproariously until Jason glared at them to shut up.
"Isley, you go," he instructed.
Not saying a word, Isley nodded and started to head off towards Boulder. Meanwhile, Jason found a large rock to sit on where he kept vigil on the other three, making sure that none of them would try and do anything rash. At least not yet. Mobias sent a death glare at the boy but was ignored, much to his ire.
He was going to get him back for this, just he wait! Nobody made a fool out of him and got away with it.
Nobody.
(1) I'd do more but I have no idea as to the mechanics of this so it will be one mystery left unsolved. Girls, you know what I am talking about and guys...eh, better luck next time.