A/N: I apologize for how long this took me to put out. A lot of the wait had to do with illness on my part; but also I was kinda caught up in my other fic. I will be posting this to Archive of Our Own; if you're interested. It's under connie_flint_125; I made this one really long and it's completely AU, since none of this happened in the light novels or the anime. I hope you like.

Chapter 9

Kaname Chidori stood with the rest of her classmates as the explosion rocked the school. Although her first instinct was to run to the window to see what had caused it she knew Sousuke would have had a fit had she done so. Instead she went into the hall and sat on the floor facing the classroom. Her friends actually followed suit.

"Where is Sousuke?" Mizuki asked quietly as the teachers began directing students into the halls and out of the school. Kaname shrugged her shoulders, too busy running to her locker to get out of the school to answer verbally. Something inside her chest was urging her to move quickly and get away from the school as quickly as she could.

"Kaname!" Ren called and she could only shake her head and keep moving. Her friends weren't sure why but they followed her as quickly as they could.

"Split up! Get as far away from the school as you can! Don't go home!" Kaname managed to shout above the noise; the others quickly did as she said knowing she wouldn't say it unless it was safer for her friends.

Kaname lived the furthest from the school; but she knew taking the train would be a bad idea so she ducked into an alleyway and checked her phone. Sure enough there was a Mithril safe house closer. She made her way there; trying to remember the things Sousuke had taught her about hiding when moving under fire.

She realized she was sweating when she stopped for a moment to get her bearings. Her body was feverish and she could tell her pupils were dilated. Her heart rate was fast; although she couldn't tell if it was too fast. Part of her mind started focusing on Sousuke; on things she knew she shouldn't be thinking about with the danger she was in. She forced herself to focus on what she was doing and managed to make it to the safe house. She was relieved there were no other people there; and she quickly activated the beacon in her earrings to let Sousuke know where she was. He was the only one with that frequency; he would be able to find her.

Melissa Mao, Kurz Weber, Sousuke Sagara and Teletha Testarossa were moving quickly through the downtown area using the alleyways as much as possible. Weber and Sagara alternating on point with Mao keeping the Captain close. They had been on the move for an hour and all four were starting to feel reckless.

"We can't keep together like this," Testarossa said finally when they had stopped to get their bearings. Mao and Weber noticed she seemed to be far more breathless than she should, and her eyes were unfocused. Sagara turned his attention to his watch, seeing that he was actually closer to the beacon that Kaname had activated an hour ago. He was having trouble focusing on keeping the Captain safe; he wanted Kaname. This worried him because he could get his team killed; but he needed to be inside her.

Weber grunted his agreement with the Captain, they couldn't stay together.

"There are three or four safe houses nearby," he said, although it came out more of a growl.

"Captain," Sagara barked, his voice also more of a growl. "You go with Sargent Weber; Mao and I can find Kaname," he had hesitated a second before finishing the statement. He didn't want Mao near him. Mao overrode him though, before Testarossa could object.

"Good idea, but I'll head in another direction; see if I can't get the bastards off her trail all together," she panted. All three soldiers were fighting something that had them distracted and antsy. Willing to take risks they knew they wouldn't normally take. They all noticed, however, that their Captain seemed too far gone to make decisions. She kept rubbing her hands over her chest and belly and making soft moans.

"Good, come one Captain," Weber said as he took her hand and checked the area before leading her out. He knew which house he was going to go to. It was underground and soundproof. Food and water for an entire squad for sixty days. Should be enough time to get whatever had hit them time to get out of their system and enable him to keep her safe. He wasn't letting those Amalgam bastards take his Captain.

Tessa sighed and followed him; not really seeing him.

Mao and Sagara nodded to one another and parted ways; Sagara moving far more quickly now.

Melissa Mao found high ground and her personal safe house. The brown haired Sergeant Major checked her equipment. There were no enemies within a five mile radius and that helped her relax. She knew that the others, like herself; had disabled their personal locators to prevent the enemy from having any chance of finding them. They had been hit with some kind of gas; they had no idea what the gas was supposed to do or how long the effects would last. Amalgam had gotten them but good this day. She prayed Weber kept Testarossa safe; as well as keeping himself safe.

Weber carried his Captain into the underground bunker an hour after they had left the others. She was behaving very strangely. If he didn't know better he'd think she'd been drinking.

Once he had her inside the bunker he made sure it was locked and sealed tight. All sensors were on passive so they wouldn't give away that anyone was in the bunker. Kurz ran his hand down his face and then through his blond hair. Now that they were relatively safe he couldn't focus. He could hear his Captain in the other room, the sounds were very erotic. What was she doing?

"Sargent?" he heard her ask, and he frowned. He'd never heard her sound like that. Other women, sure-but not the Captain. He went cautiously into the bedroom he had put her in and the bottom fell out of his world.

She had removed her uniform and was sitting on her heels on the bed her knees spread wide with her lacy pink panty hanging off her left knee.

Her right hand pumping furiously in her pussy; which was dripping with her juices, and her left hand was under her lacy pink bra squeezing her left breast.

The twenty year old German swallowed hard and threw himself out of the room just as the Captain of the Tuatha de Danann orgasmed. He banged his blond head against the metal wall and groaned as he listened.

'What the hell?' he thought to himself; before he realized he was stroking his cock now, in time with the sounds of her hand in her cunt. He groaned and tried to stop what he was doing, but couldn't.

When she called his name, not just Sargent but his name he moved back into the room. She was leaning back on her left elbow now, pumping her hips up to meet her hand as she fucked herself with her fingers. She was mewling as if she were in pain.

"Cap-captain," he panted. "Pl-please stop," he begged. She shook her white blond head and opened her pink mouth in an 'O' of pleasure as she came again.

"It hurts, Kurz," she moaned in confusion. Weber wasn't sure he could keep his hands off her; his cock was hard enough to use as a hammer at this point. He swallowed and asked her what she wanted him to do.

"Fuck me," she said.

Kurz grunted and was on her, his mouth sealing over hers as he thrust into her virgin pussy; and he knew she was a virgin. He felt her body tense under his as he broke through her hymen, heard her scream from the shock of it through his mouth; but also felt her cunt squeeze his cock over and over as she came on him. He waited until she was finished with that orgasm before moving inside her; taking long and deep strokes to fill her completely. She was so tight it was almost painful for him. He felt her small hands slide under the back of his shirt as he rode her; his own hands were gripping the sides of the bed in a death grip.

"Squeeze my cock again, Captain," he growled into her ear. "Lemme hear you scream as you fucking cum," he ordered. He lifted from her enough he could bend forward to clamp his mouth over the round fullness of her pale breast and licked her pink nipple repeatedly. When she started to scream from the pleasure he changed the rhythm of his strokes. Hard, deep and fast he pounded into her virgin pussy with his cock. Where he got the stamina to keep going and not having cum inside her yet he wasn't sure; but he was going to make her cum again before he did.

He felt her pussy clamp and squeeze him, heard her breath catch in her throat, felt her fingernails dig into his lower back and thrust into her once more; hard and deep. He buried his head in the crook of her neck as he emptied his testicles inside her cunt.

Kurz woke beside Teletha, her curled against his side as she slept. He could feel her breath on his neck, the warmth of her skin against his side and under his arm.

"FUCK!" he shouted in horror as he leapt from the bed. He hit the wall across from the foot of the bed with a loud band and slid down the wall to the floor; staring at Teletha Testarossa with fear. 'What the fuck have I done?' he asked himself.

"Sergeant Weber?" the seventeen year old submarine captain said, confusion clear in her voice and on her face. She didn't, however, attempt to cover herself.

"Captain, Ma'am," he stammered, trying to figure out how to put his quickly hardening dick back in his pants without her noticing. How had he never noticed how nice her tits were? "I'm so sorry, Ma'am, I-" he took a deep breath when she stood up from the bed and began to walk towards him. Her panties falling to the floor and off her foot; she reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, letting the large round mons free of the confining cloth.

"I believe, Sergeant, I told you to fuck me," she said, and her voice held a sexuality he'd never associated with her. She was the Tuatha's Darling. Untouchable.

She reached down and grabbed his hands, pulling him up then pushing him against the wall.

"Cap-captain?" he asked on a high note when her fingers wrapped around his dick and squeezed lightly before she began to stroke him. He banged his head against the metal and made an attempt to stop her hands.

"Oh, I think I like this, Kurz; I think I like this a lot," she whispered to the sniper before she slowly dropped to her knees in front of him.

The Ladies Man watched in shell shocked wonder as his beautiful white blond haired Captain wrapped her pink lips around the head of his cock. He couldn't control his reaction as the engorged member jumped inside her mouth. She kept her grey eyes opened and looking up at him as she took all of him into her mouth. He swallowed hard when she moaned with delight as she traced the action backward to the tip again.

"Use your tongue," he said with clenched teeth as she started bobbing her head in earnest; and his head clanged once more against the metal wall when she did. "Oh, Captain; my captain," he moaned before clenching his own long fingers into her long silky tresses.

When she pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles he dutifully stepped out of them before leaning down to grab her by her elbows and stand her up.

"I wasn't done," she whined at him breathlessly; his answer was to seal her mouth with a kiss. He moved her back to the bed and removed his shirt while still kissing her. She was clinging to him and trying to figure out how to get him inside her again when he shoved her back onto the bed. She landed with a surprised yelp, legs spread wide and arms gripping the covers.

"My turn," he said before he held her thighs wide open, allowing him to see her entire pussy in it's pink and white glory. Her gasp of surprised pleasure when he began to kiss and suck her clit drove him on. He made himself remember everything he had ever learned about pleasuring a woman as he ate her pussy. When her quim was quivering on the edge of release he backed off and began to lick her legs.

"Kurz!" she shouted and tried to force his mouth back to her pussy, but he was more powerful than her and refused to be moved. He took his time as he played with her legs, then turned her onto her stomach.

"Ahh," he said with satisfaction as he began to massage the globes of her heart shaped ass. She had no idea what he was doing when he lifted her hips and spread her knees further apart. She hoped he was going to fuck her now, she needed him to fuck her. She was telling him this when his tongue slid deep inside her cunt and the fingers of his right hand began to pinch and roll her clit between them.

Once again he teased her pussy to the brink of orgasm, her legs were slick with her cream. He rubbed soothingly on her ass as he waited for her body to relax.

"Shh, Teletha, hush," he said gently into her ear when he heard her whimpering with the need for release. "I'm not going to leave you like this," he said before he laid down on his back and pulled her on top of him, his heavy cock smacking her against the lips when he once again began to fuck her delicate cunt with his tongue.

She didn't hesitate to swallow his entire dick. She used the fingers of her right hand to begin to massage his balls and she sighed in pleasure when she felt him growing even larger in her mouth. He grunted his approval into her weeping pussy and she followed his example with her own tongue.

She lost her rhythm when his fingers slipped inside her passage and pressed on her pleasure spot from inside. She screamed around her soldier's dick as she came from the suddenness of it.

She heard him laughing with sensuous pride as he moved so he was behind her again; her ass tilted up and her waist lower.

"Oh, Tessa, this pussy," he groaned seconds before he slammed painfully into her. "Relax, Teletha, open up for me," he said. His right hand went to her clit again, teasing the nubbin until she was hot and panting again.

This time as he rode her he asked her how she wanted him to fuck her. Not changing his movements until she answered him. When she found the stroke she liked she managed to say so as she began to cum again.

She didn't hear everything he said as she came for him. She only knew she needed more. He changed the angle he was fucking her from, riding her higher from behind; and now the head of his dick was stroking her g-spot constantly.

"Now, now, now now now now now now," she was demanding nonstop as she thrust backward against him. He shouted incoherently as he reached around her body and cupped her left breast with his left hand. Her warbling scream followed as she came from the feeling of his hot semen spurting inside her womb.

This time when they collapsed they slept the night through.

In Kowon

"What do you mean you lost her?" the voice was gruff and a sound of flesh hitting flesh could be heard immediately following the barked question. The man on the radio was grateful he wasn't close enough for his commanding officer to do more than scream at him.

"Apparently Ms Chidori managed to get out of the school before the device was completely opened," he said with as much ice as he could. "We aren't sure when exactly she left; but she didn't get hit with enough of the gas to be effected immediately," he finished. He knew better than to offer any other information, especially as it would be mostly conjecture.

Mr K slammed the phone down onto it's handset and drew his Glock 10m and shot the aide through the right knee, then the left shoulder and finally through the throat.

"Damnit!" he shouted when he saw there was no one else in the room for him to take his anger out on. That brat Testarossa wanted the girl for himself; of course he didn't say he wanted her first, just for himself. He had to admit, the little bitch was hot.

He picked up phone again and punched a line, shouting into the receiver when the line was picked up.

"Find that Chidori bitch! Bring her here!" Once more he slammed the phone down. No way was he going to go to HQ without the raven haired pussy.

"Mr K; sir," a soft voice said as the door to his office opened. A young girl of perhaps nineteen stood there with a clipboard in her hand. He narrowed his eyes at her before answering.

"Report!" She kept her eyes on the middle distance in front of her as she took the required three steps into the office and let the door shut as she began giving her report.

"The gas in the downtown area has finally begun to dissipate, Sir. It has had a one hundred percent effectiveness on all persons between the ages of sixteen and forty in the area," she pulled a few sheets from the clipboard and held them out, waiting patiently for him to respond and take the paper.

"Put it on the desk," he ordered as he turned his back to her. He didn't see her narrow her eyes at his back but she complied quickly with the order, moving just as swiftly back to her original position, still waiting for him to respond.

"Well, what about Jindai?" he demanded after a tense moment.

"Again, the gas seems to have dissipated, and all those caught within the gas are affected, one hundred percent. However," she said and paused when his head snapped to her.

"Yes?" he asked sibilantly.

"However, Sir; anyone not caught in the full area, but on the fringes, were also affected," she said. He smiled at her.

"Is there more?" he asked her. She said not at this time; and managed to hold back a look of terror when he undid his pants and ordered her on her knees in front of him.

Three days later

Kaname moaned softly as she came awake, again with Sousuke inside her. Her body was sore, she felt as if she couldn't take any more pleasure; but when his tongue traced lines across her shoulder blades she flexed on his penis.

"Sousuke?" She moaned his name, his response was a soft grunt. "Why can't we stop?" she asked him in between grunts of pleasure as he pleasured her from the side. His forehead was pressed against the base of her neck as he moved inside her.

"I do not know," he admitted after they came again. Neither could move and both were feeling lethargic.

"We need to eat," she said softly, her body begging for sleep, food and sex all at the same time. "I am going to get ill if I don't eat and drink something soon, Sousuke," she said tearfully. Already his body was getting hard; she couldn't do it again.

Sousuke, felt the need to have sex with her again recede some. She was obviously hurting and she was right. They hadn't eaten or drank anything in three days. His need to protect her suddenly kicked back in. He could feel the need to have sex with her still there; but it wasn't as desperate a need.

"Affirmative, Kana-chan. I will get us food and drink," he said. Kaname turned to look at him, hope filling her eyes.

"You don't want to have sex?" she asked hopefully.

"It's not that, Kana," he said to her. He was uncharacteristically candid with her. "I need to take care of you; protect you," he said to her.

"It seems that my need to protect you is more, important? than my need to have sex with you," he finished. She nodded her understanding.

"I don't care why, I'm just glad," she said. Now he could hear how hoarse her voice was, he could even see bruises on her body. He closed his eyes and cursed under his breath. He had done that to her. The last of the need to have sex with seemed to fade completely.

He leaned over her and kissed her gently.

"I'm sorry, Kana-mine," there was a note of true regret in his voice and Kaname shook her head as she cupped his face in her hand.

"I am not angry, Sagara," she said softly. "We were both unable to stop," she said. He watched as she fell asleep while talking to him. He cursed himself again. He should have had more control; hurting her is unexcusable for any reason.

He made his way into the kitchen of the safe house and frowned as he did. This place felt wrong; although it was safe it wasn't their home. He stopped and stared blankly at the refridgerator blindly for a long moment as that thought struck him.

His apartment had become their home. She rarely spent any time in her apartment, even when she was entertaining friends; it was in his apartment. Even Junior spent all his time in the apartment Sousuke had taken.

A warmth spread through his chest, something he had forgotten from long ago. He blinked when he felt a warm wetness on his cheeks. Tears? He wiped his face and shook his head; and although the warmth in his chest didn't fade away he was back in control of himself. He made quick work of getting food ready for himself and Kaname.

Melissa woke slowly and groaned. She felt as if she had a hangover, when she knew she hadn't been drinking. Her body also felt as if she had been run over with an M5. Movement was painful, but she managed to get herself off the floor.

The look and smell of the apartment shocked her. It looked like an orgy had taken place; yet she was alone in the apartment. She quickly checked her equipment, and sighed in relief. There had been no intrusions while she was out.

The twentysix year old dark haired woman shook in shock when she saw herself in the bathroom mirror. For the first time since she left home she felt ashamed of her appearance. As if she had been the star of some porn show.

Slowly the memories started to return; and the proud Marine sank to her knees in front of the mirror as she cried.

She jumped to her feet reaching for a gun she didn't have when she heard a gentle knock on the open bathroom door. Standing there was her friend Belfangan. She sank back onto the floor, burying her head in her arms on her knees.

"Mel," he said softly as he stepped into the room. She lifted a hand as if to say stop, but he ignored her. "We didn't do anything wrong," he said. She could hear the gruffness in his voice that three days of sex had put there.

"Why didn't you leave?" she demanded, still not looking at him until he laughed.

"Mel, I have no clothes, we ripped them apart" he answered, and the humor of the situation; slight though it was, struck her. He had always been a handsome man.

"I never-" she started to say when he shook his head and put his finger on her lips.

"Neither would I, but I don't think we had a choice in the matter," he said to his friend. She took a deep breath and thought about it all. Then it hit her that she had sent Teletha off with Weber and for just an instant she saw red and wanted to shoot her friend the Captain.

"We need to regroup, find out what's been happening," She said; suddenly back to her military self. She caught the dark skinned man grinning when she stood up and smacked him on the head.

"Forget it, bastard! You've had all you're gonna get," she said angrily; although she was smiling as she said it. He laughed and rose to follow her back into the bedroom. They both kept silent as they quickly cleaned the entire apartment after finding uniforms to wear. A silent agreement to never speak of the last three days.

"Ben, you'll have to find the XO Mardukas, he would have been on the Tuatha when the attack came, so hopefully he'd have been unaffected by the gas," she said as she grabbed up her weapons. He nodded and hesitated for just a second before he saluted and left. Mao allowed herself on moment of reflection before she grabbed her cellphone and left the apartment.

Kurz Weber stretched out contentedly as he began to wake. He wondered, briefly, why Mao hadn't woken him with the usual boot to the side already, but mentally shrugged the thought off. If she was letting him sleep in all the better. He'd just make sure she slept in tomorrow. Maybe he'd fix her breakfast as a thank you as well.

He frowned when he felt a warm, soft body snuggling closer to his. Now, Kurz knew he dreamt of having Melissa in his bed; but he was fairly certain she wasn't quite that well padded, or that soft.

Then he remembered what he had done before he fell asleep not so long ago. Eating out his captain's pussy; for God only knew what count at that point. When that thought triggered yet another hard cock, he groaned. Oh, the thought of her very talented pussy milking his cock was nice, and although he had enjoyed the taste of her; he was really very sore.

"Mmmm, Kurz? Is that for me?" she mumbled sleepily as she wrapped her fingers around his dick and squeezed; exactly as he liked. His eyes swam from the pleasure when she shifted so she was lying atop him, legs around his head and mouth firm around his dick.

"What the hell," he muttered to himself and lost himself in the taste of her yet again.

Teletha thought they had done everything in bed that could be done; until he shifted her so she was riding him and still facing the foot of the bed. For the first time she noticed a mirror on the wall. It was only big enough to show her from the waist up, but she was fascinated by the way her breasts bounced as she rode the Sargent.

The seventeen year old shifted so she was more on her knees; which took him deeper inside her. She liked that, but still watching herself as she fucked the blond man was hotter than she would have thought possible. She began to experiment with different speeds and strokes; until she felt him grab her hips.

"Bitch," he growled as he pulled her off and threw her onto her back; holding her legs far apart as he thrust into her pussy.

"Aah!" she shouted and grabbed the side of the bed as she was pumped into.

"Come on, Tesa, touch your clit," he ordered, she shook her head no, she tried to squeeze him hard; make him cum inside her first. He pulled out of her, pulling her off the bed and onto her knees. She opened her pink lips, licking them with her tongue in anticipation of swallowing his cock again; but instead he bent her over the side of the bed. Stretching her arms so they were holding the other side of the bed he tied them together with her tie, then used a rope that had been under the bed to tie the scarf to the bed.

"Fine, I'll do it for you," he said darkly. "You're gonna scream for me again, Tele," then his hands were in her pussy; one on her clit roughly pinching and rolling the nub while the other was pumping fingers inside her very wet cunt.

The girl tried to fight the orgasm, but couldn't and he grunted with satisfaction as her pussy squeezed his fingers while she screamed his name.

Weber wasted no time waiting for her orgasm to end; he placed himself at her entrance and grabbed her hips.

"Scream again, Tele," he ordered as he began pounding her pussy hard. "Beg," he demanded; and she did.

Kurz Weber came deep inside the girl underneath him; the satisfaction of it; of controlling her pleasure making him growl. The young girl whimpered her own pleasure into the mattress before he untied her.

"Uuunh, I can't take anymore, Kurz," she moaned against his throat seconds later as he was once more thrusting into her. They were both panting with pain, pleasure and exhaustion minutes later as he kept moving.

"OOOoooooo, Kurz!" She exclaimed, although it wasn't very loud. Her body reacted quickly to the stimulus of the pressure of his dick inside her and his pelvis brushing against her clit. This orgasm was deeper than the last one. He sealed her mouth with his when she began to moan more, swallowing the sound. He felt his balls clench with his next orgasm, although it was a dry one. The pain was nearly his undoing.

Half an hour passed as the two of them lie in one another's arms, dozing. Kurz felt her stir against his side and groaned at the thought of fucking her again.

"Mr. Weber," she said hoarsely, and he looked blearily at her.

"Yes Ma'am?" he replied just as hoarsely.

"Is there anything to eat?" she asked shyly. He breathed out in relief and nodded.

"If-if you want, Captain," he swallowed nervously. "There is a shower across the hall; extra uniforms are in the lockers," he told her, averting his eyes as she stood up.

"Thank you Sergeant," she said softly and he was grateful she didn't' say anything else. He wasn't sure what happened, why they both felt like they had had to fuck like hamsters; but he knew he could get into a lot of trouble for it.

Weber made quick work of taking a shower in another room and dressing, finishing before she did. He made his way to the central kitchen of the bunker and started making food for himself and the Captain. He also wracked his brain trying to figure out how to talk about what happened; he was also grateful that he didn't feel the need to keep fucking her.

She wasn't Melissa, after all.

"Police and other officials are still unsure how to deal with the mass orgies that took place over the last three days at the airport, downtown shopping district as well as at Jindai High"

Melissa Mao blinked in shock at the news report on the television inside the coffee shop she had stopped in just one hour ago. No real information has been found on what caused the incidents. There was a 'rumor' about flash mobs or some sort of gas leak and although Mao knew the truth she also knew the government would keep the gas attack under wraps.

The Sergeant Major once more checked her phone and let out a sound of relief when Sagara's beacon came back on, quickly followed by Kaname's. She called up the seventeen year old Sergeant to check on him and their charge. She was unsurprised that the boy didn't mention what had to have happened between them. Besides him being an extremely private man, Kaname was also a very private girl. Their feelings for each other were clear to all who cared to pay attention; but they didn't go out of their way to announce their relationship.

"Sergeant Major, I am unsure if it is safe enough to leave this safe house as of yet," he told her. Melissa wanted to argue; but as she was watching the street outside she saw what had to be either secret service men or Amalgam soldiers.

"I agree, keep your head down and beacons off," she ordered quietly then disconnected. She made sure she wasn't seen by the men in the suits as she left the shop. Her phone rang, and she answered it as if she were expecting the call; confusing the communications specialist on the other end.

Gates stood outside the Jindai High School wearing a gas mask; although air tests showed there was no longer any gas in the area. It had been three days since the release of the gas and Amalgam's researchers were ecstatic with the results; although they couldn't be sure of the full results until there were pregnancies reported from this incident. Gates wanted to be very sure he wasn't going to get dosed himself.

Watching all the teenagers and adults wearily fucking after three days of nothing but was a joy to him, however. He could see many of them were now trying to find food and water in an effort to survive; and he made sure his people put it near them. None of them could really be sure they weren't seeing rescue teams trying to help them, even though no one attempted to prevent them from copulating.

One young girl with blond hair was sobbing as an older man steadily fucked her; he himself was grunting in pain.

"So wonderful to see such abandon, don't you think Corporal?" he said to the girl beside him. She didn't respond and he back handed her across the mouth.

"So wonderful to see such abandon, don't you think Corporal?" he asked her again; this time she answered in the affirmative. He nodded happily.

"How much longer will the effects last?" he asked her.

"It is estimated another three days, Sir," she lisped.

"Estimated?" he said. She nodded.

"Should everyone in the area get food and water the researchers say they will rest for the rest of the day; if the women have conceived they will still have sex; but they will most likely change partners," the older terrorists chuckled gleefully at the thought.

"All these self righteous fuckers doing what they claim they'd never do!" he laughed before humming part of Beethoven's Fleur de Lis. They walked through the suburban neighborhood next, and he laughed heartily at the sights that they saw. One woman; clearly someone's mother, riding a man in the front lawn of a home.

The Corporal walked beside the commander of her cell with trepidation. She knew it was only a matter of time before he decided he wanted his own pleasure; and his twins weren't here for him to abuse.

"Tell me, Corporal; how far out did the fringes of the gas get?"

"We are coming on the line of demarcation now sir, just on the other side of those barricades," she answered.

"You've been without the mask the entire time we've been here, Corporal, anything you'd like me to do to you?" he asked saliciously.

"No, Sir; there are no more effects from the gas," She answered truthfully; although she knew it wouldn't matter to the pervert. She was unsurprised when he threw her against one of the vehicles in the road and raised her uniform skirt to thrust his penis into her ass. The Corporal knew to pretend to resist; just enough to let him feel as if he were overpowering her. Make enough noise to make him think she was begging for help.

She wasn't expecting the four other men who showed up just as Mr K finished with her. He laughed as they all took turns fucking her pussy while he held her in front of him.

"Now that I know what you're really like when you're fighting, cunt, I'll expect a better ride," he whispered into her ear before once more fucking her ass when the men were all passed out from exhaustion.

The Bunker

Silence reigned in the kitchen while the two Mithril agents ate breakfast. Neither knew what time it was but breakfast had seemed the appropriate meal after almost thirty-six hours of sex. Weber kept his eyes on his plate and made sure he always had food or liquid in his mouth so he wouldn't be tempted to speak. Teletha Testarossa's skin seemed to be stained pink; either from her shower or from embarrassment.

"Sergeant," the teen Captain said softly. She watched from under her lashes as he carefully swallowed the food he'd been eating before responding.

"Is there anyway we can get some sort of report on what is happening without giving away our position?" she asked him. Weber frowned at the young girl for a moment before answering.

"Captain, have a full set up here in this bunker," he told her; as if reminding her. When her silver eyes widened as if she were surprised or confused his frown deepened.

"Tessa, you do know this is a Mithril bunker; right?" he asked her. She shook her head no. "Captain, the order came from the Tuatha, long before KRD took over," he told her. She started to bite her lower lip.

"Who gave the order?" she asked.

"Lieutenant Commander Kalinin," he answered, as if this were to be expected. She looked down and sighed; although she said nothing else for several moments. Weber finished his food and waited for her to finish eating before clearing the table.

"I should help," she started to say when he quickly interrupted her.

"No, Captain, I got this," he said as he washed the breakfast dishes as well as the pots and pans he'd used to cook. She sat at the table watching him and frowning. Her mind was racing as she tried to figure out what exactly happened; why she had felt the need to have sex with the blond man. She understood that he was handsome, she heard the other women on the sub talking about him; she also understood that his nickname The Ladies Man was actually well deserved.

Yet she herself wasn't physically attracted to him; was she? As she watched him she catalogued his features and realized that yes, she was physically attracted to him; but she also knew that Melissa harbored some feelings for the young man as well. What they had done was a betrayal of her friendship as well as a betrayal of her oath as Captain of the Tuatha.

"Sergeant Weber," she called, and he was immediately worried about the seriousness of her tone.

"Just one second, Ma'am," he answered as he dried the last of the dishes and put them away. One thing a career as a mercenary for hire taught you how to keep things neat. He put the towel on the sink to dry and walked back to the table. He didn't stand at attention; that he felt would insult her at this point; but he did stay standing until she asked him to sit.

"Sergeant," she started then stopped and blushed while looking away from him.

"Ma'am...Tesa," he said, getting her attention. "I apologize for any inappropriate behavior; but I think that's what the gas' effect was supposed to be," he said then frowned and stammered nervously. "Not that you aren't; um, well …" she giggled when he couldn't finish the sentence.

"Actually, Sergeant, I should be apologizing to you. I'm your commanding officer and shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that," she said, swallowing the embarrassment since he had managed to do so.

"Ma'am, neither one of us had a choice," he said matter of factly. "If I'd had a choice, Ma'am, I would have locked the door and put in earplugs," he tried to keep it from sounding cruel; but it was the truth.

"Because of Melissa?" she asked him quietly, and he just nodded. She sighed and then yawned; suddenly very tired.

"I second that, Captain Tesa; let's get some sleep," he said with a grin. She smiled and nodded. They went to seperate rooms and both locked the doors; although neither realized they had done so.

Teletha Testarossa wanted to be happy that Sergeant Weber felt the same about Melissa as she felt about him; but she was found she was hurt. Sergeant Sousuke Sagara was clearly in love with her friend Kaname and now, the first man she has sex with - even if it had been because of some sort of biological attack - wasn't interested in her either. Perhaps if she dyed her hair black? This was her last thought before she fell asleep.

Tuatha de Danann

Executive officer Richard Mardukas paced the bridge of the cloaked submarine angrily. No one dared speak when it wasn't necessary, they knew he wouldn't do them physical harm; but they didn't want to hear him yelling. He was beyond worried about the Captain.

They all wanted to know what had happened; the reports they were able to get were both frightening and confusing. The samples they were able to get of the gas before it completely dissipated said that their captain, as well as anyone of breeding age within the affected areas were going to be attempting to do just that - breed. Being unable to determine how much exposure to the gas would cause the effect had them all worried.

What they were seeing was showing that those affected were now trying to find sustenance and sleeping; but there was no way to know if this was the end of it. The XO had made it clear he didn't think it was; so the entire team was on yellow alert.

"Sergeant Major Mao?" Bosco, one of the communication techs was heard saying in confusion.

"On speaker!" Mardukas ordered brusquely.

"Hey dad!" Mao's voice said brightly.

"Report, Sergeant Major!" Mardukas ordered.

"Well, I'm just a few miles away, but I'm okay dad. So's Ben," she laughed lightly then said excuse me away from the phone.

"Clouseau found you? Were you affected?"

"Well, yeah dad, but everything's okay. Ben said he'd make it out to your place in a little while to let you know everything we know," they could hear people talking around her.

"Where's Captain Testarossa?" Mardukas barked impatiently. He understood her tactic, but was impatient with the need.

"She's with Kurz, pops. Chill," she said with humor; although they could all hear it was forced. "He's watching out for sis," even Marukas could hear the hurt in her voice; although he wouldn't comment on it anymore than anyone else.

"Get to the rendezvous, immediately," he ordered instead. She was Teletha's friend; he would make sure she was okay before he sent her out looking for the Captain.

"Geeze, dad! I can't do that right now, I need to get to work," she said to the XO. "There are all these suits running about, and I don't want to lose my chance on a good lead," she heard him grunt and smiled.

"No, get to the rendezvous. It's too dangerous when you're alone, that's an order; Sergeant Major."

There was silence from the Marine for a long moment before she acknowledged the order and disconnected. Mardukas barked out orders for an extraction for her and Clouseau and gave the bridge to the second mate.

The older man made it into the conference room before losing his cool. He knew, intellectually, that there had been no way for anyone to know that the attack was coming, much less what the effects were going to be. That didn't stop him from wanting to tear Sergeant Weber to pieces, however. He knew the young man's reputation was mostly exaggeration. He was far more respectful than anyone actually gave him credit for; even his commanding officer.

Still; he pulled out his cellphone and dialed Mao's number for himself.

"Yes, dad?" she asked quietly.

"You know I have to get you checked out, and you didn't mention Sagara and Chidori-so don't give me any trouble," he said softly. He heard her sigh in defeat.

"Dad, I know you're worried about sis, but Weber will take care of her - no matter what," she said.

"I know he'd give his life for her, Mao. But can you tell me he'd be able to fight what this gas did?" he asked her bluntly. Her gasp and silence answered his question.

"I want you and Clouseau here asap so we can check you out; find out what the gas did to you, if we can," he said.

"Okay, okay, dad. I get it," she groused and he smiled, though no one would have believed it. He truly did care about his crew.

"Good, what do you know of Sagara and Chidori?"

"Well, they managed to find a way to be alone," she answered as she got into a taxi. She gave a destination and then continued her conversation.

"Sousuke said they were gonna hang out for a little while longer, worried about her breathing; ya know?" she answered.

"Good, with Amalgam on site I don't want anyone giving them a chance at Chidori," he approved and then disconnected the call. A year ago protocol would have been to contact Mallory first thing; but now he contacted a man named Yama. The exchange was brief but not heartening. Whatever hope he had that his Captain wouldn't end up pregnant slimmed to practically nothing. Apparently she had Weber had been caught in the gas at it's strongest. It was a testament to their training that they were able to hold off until they reached a safe house.

It also looked like full exposure would mean at least another three days of copulation. He made a call to Merida; they were going to need counselors for the team.