Drakkon made his way down the main hall towards the door, one hand guiding Red by the back of the arm. The captive man followed along meekly, head bowed as his master led him away from the restrained Rangers.

The Rangers struggled furiously with the Sentries, yelling and cursing. One female voice screamed over the din, desperate to impart this important information to the vulnerable older Ranger.

"Jason! Red!" Trini yelled, tearfully. "Don't go with him! He's been lying to you!"

She jerked free from the Sentry's grasp and sprinted after the departing pair, the stunned guard falling to the floor.

"Wait, Red! Please, listen to me! You were a very talented leader and fighter. You had such a big heart for your team and the people you protected. We love you; Drakkon doesn't!"

Red's pace started to slow despite his master's hand around his upper arm. His head turned slightly to look back at the frantic woman trying to get his attention.

"Drakkon was afraid of losing to you again that day in the Command Center! He knew you were a better fighter! He drugged you so you'd pass out! He's been lying to you ever since! Don't go with him!"

The fallen Sentry had regained his footing and tackled the Yellow Omega as she seized Red's hand tightly.

"Look at me, Red! You've got to remember!"

Drakkon snarled as he turned, backhanding Trini across the face.

"That's enough from you! My Red is smart enough to know who has cared for him all these years, who patiently corrects his mistakes, who helps him be a better companion! He knows how strong I am and that I would never have to resort to cheap tricks!"

Red's eyes were wide as he looked down at the Yellow Omega, her cheek starting to redden and swell. Her tear-filled eyes bore intensely into his own. A memory tickled the edges of his mind.

He was outside at a park; the ground was littered with trash. A breeze lifted his hair. A sigh came from his left.

"This is so gross. Who could do something like this?" a girl with light brown hair pouted in disgust.

A determined laugh came from a girl on the other side, one with long black hair and a beautiful smile.

"That's what the Clean-up Club is for, Kim! We'll have this place cleaned up in no time," she declared.

Red blinked rapidly, the pain again churning in the center of his brain.

"Take her back with the others!" Drakkon snarled. "We are on a tight schedule, pet. Come along. You know your place is at my side. And I have a new playmate for you to meet."

The tyrant returned his hold on Red's upper arm and forcefully propelled him toward the door. More yells of anger and frustration from the Rangers as they struggled to break away from the Sentries. Red glanced back at them, curiously.

"Don't pay them any mind, precious," Drakkon cooed, this thumb moving lovingly against his arm as they walked toward a large ship.

Quickly boarding, the evil Ranger made his way to the control room and began the process of lift off. Red stood silently behind him, looking around at the strange vessel. His mind still felt like it was splitting in half and he wasn't sure how to respond.

Drakkon's fingers flew across the console with ease as he whistled, "Mary Had a Little Lamb." He was quite pleased with the way things had turned out; the fact that Red had sought him out only proved his pet was still a good boy. All of the Rangers begging and pleading had fallen on deaf ears as Red didn't appear to register anything they were yelling.

Removing his helmet, he placed it on the console and turned to face his long lost companion. He grinned his toothy, feline smile and patted his leg for Red to come closer.

"Let's have a look at you, dear one. Its been a long time and I've been lonely without you."

Obediently, Red moved to kneel before his master's knee.

"No need for that, pet. I'll allow you to stand and look upon me," he allowed.

Red's eyes looked up into the tyrant's face passively, still very doll-like. He was as beautiful as Drakkon had remembered. And that smell of his continued to do things to his anatomy. Gloved fingers glided along Red's jaw seductively.

Another hand curled around Red's waist pulling him against Drakkon. He nodded appreciatively at the black cloak adorning his pet's body. It still held the scent of his favorite cologne.

"I see you've helped yourself to my garments, Red."

A troubled look came to the other man's face but he was silent.

Drakkon chuckled almost kindly.

"You may speak, Red. It looks like something is on your mind," he whispered.

Quietly, Red murmured, "Please forgive me for being a thief. I know I should not have touched your belongings, master. But it smelled like you and gave me strength in that prison. They were trying very hard to deceive me in there."

Drakkon purred against his mouth as the hand caressing his jaw moved to the back of his head.

"All is forgiven. I'm touched that you longed for your master. Such a good boy," he whispered against Red's lips. "I'm jealous Tommy got to sample that gorgeous tongue of yours while I had to wait. I think you know how to make it up to me, darling."

Red nodded slowly before pressing his lips to the tyrant's. Drakkon growled passively as he opened his mouth to accept his pet's tongue. It had been too long since he'd tasted the object of his obsession. True, he'd made full use of the little Omega's body and enjoyed every minute.

Still…..

He pulled Red more tightly to him, pressing his hips against the other man. Red could feel Drakkon's arousal, hard and throbbing; he was pleased his master desired him so madly. He gently nudged his knee between the mad man's thighs and pulled him astride his own as he leaned against the console for support.

Drakkon's kisses became more hungry and demanding as his lips moved to Red's jaw.

And that was when Red panicked remembering the missing collar.

Fuck!

He was going to notice if he continued to devour his flesh like this.

"Master?" he asked softly. "Please forgive my disrespect in asking. But you mentioned another pet?"

Drakkon's smile broadened against Red's cheek.

"Oh yes. How rude of me! I should introduce you two. After all, you will probably be responsible for teaching him how best to please me. He might even be starting to stir right now."

He lifted himself from Red's leg, the front of his uniform already dampened over his groin.

"We've still got a ways to go before we reach our destination. Let's go say hello to the little sleepy head."