AN: Alan is early 20's, 6 feet 9 inches tall, dark brown haired, athletically fit, dark green eyes.
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It took another round of kissing while we showered together for me to finally calm down enough.
After that, we went out on a little "date" together, mostly because Taylor wasn't ready to tell Danny about our new (forced) relationship.
We sat inside my (stolen) car, holding hands all lovey-dovey. I knew that I didn't love her the way she loved me right now, but I did like this shy girl who I could fuck endlessly, who wouldn't betray me unless I betrayed her first.
"So, Alan," Taylor began as I held her in my lap in the back seat of the car, which was parked at the edge of a parking lot and with the heater on just a little. "What is it that you want from me?" she asked as she fiddled with her fingers and my shirt. "You know," she bluttered as her face lit up again. "Aside from sex."
I hummed as I played with her hair. She smelled nice.
"Alan!" she hissed when I didn't answer her for five minutes.
"Ah, sorry. You smelled good," I replied teasingly. She grumbled and I chuckled as I buried my nose in her hair and dramatically inhaled loudly. "But on a serious note, I will be having you use your power to spy for me and manage my territory."
"You're a gang member?" she asked as she paled just a bit. Oh, and she definitely looked hurt.
"Nope," I assured her quickly. "But I have a … special condition to my power. It drives me to take territory and maintain it."
"So like a house?"
"Has to be bigger than that, I'm afraid."
"How big?"
"Probably two blocks or so? The details are a little vague, but it has to be bigger than a large apartment complex at the minimum."
She looked thoughtful for a second, relaxing even her grip on me. Did I mention that Taylor looked pleasing to the eye, just not in the "so sexy it drives me nuts" kind of way?
I knew that my sudden infatuation with Taylor was odd. I mean, all I intended to do was just use her power and fuck her while ensuring that she wouldn't betray me. She was supposed to be low maintenance asset.
Instead, I fucked her in ways that made her feel good, fucked her for my pleasure, and kissed and hugged her like her lover.
I consulted Infoman on this for a moment while Taylor was busy thinking.
…
Right, "Willing Chain" was kind of a both way thing. Sure, it mostly worked on my targets, but it had a geas tied to it that I hadn't paid much attention to. It made Taylor MINE, but it was always odd to me that MINE was emphasized so strongly.
Only now did I realize that I wasn't Mastering just Taylor; I mastered myself too.
But I was happy and Taylor was happy, so it was not a problem.
"Does that mean I'm going to have to engage in criminal activities?" she asked me.
I looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "No, though I certainly will be. Why?"
"Why do you have to?"
"Because I'm not from this Earth. I don't have any ID."
She looked at me for a second before giggling. "You're funny, Alan."
"Taylor, I'm serious."
She stopped giggling and then really looked at me.
"Y-You're really from another Earth?"
"Yup."
"Earth Aleph?"
"No. We didn't have capes at all where I'm from. And Taylor … I'm going to be honest with you."
She nodded, though apprehension was written all over her.
"You're my first-"
She looked extremely embarrassed and satisfied hearing that.
"But you won't be the last."
And oh, she looked so hurt.
"B-But-. Wasn't I-?" she whispered.
I kissed her and held her close. Hurt as she felt, she let me do that and kissed me back. It was awkward; she didn't have a lot of experience but I kind of did, so I dominated the flow of the kiss.
When we broke, I smiled. "It's because of how my power works, Taylor," I replied. "Just as you came to love me, I might have to do the same for others."
"R-Right," she mumbled. She looked away for a moment before something steeled in her eyes. She looked back up at me. "Alan."
"Yes?"
"I want to be a hero."
I smiled. That was just like her.
"Sure."
"I'm sure that I can work arou-." She paused. "Wait, what?"
"You can be a hero if you want."
"Oh. I thought that you wanted territory…"
I scoffed. "Taylor, you're so young that it hurts me," I hummed as I stroked her hair.
She glared at me. "You're the one who mastered and then …. Then f-fucked me."
I laughed. "Yes, I definitely have done that."
"So?" she asked. "What were you saying?"
"Taylor, just because I mastered you and want a territory doesn't mean that you can't be a hero."
"... Okay, how?"
"For one, I don't have to extort people once I really get my set-up going."
"Which is?"
"Taylor, I have fifteen powers."
A pause.
A gasp.
And then incredulous staring.
I laughed hard, and she slapped me on the shoulder for that.
"Stop laughing at me!" she growled intimidatingly (or tried, she just looked cute to me).
"Okay, okay. Sorry," I chuckled.
The urge inside me took over, and I pulled her close and kissed her.
Disgruntled momentarily by my laughter as she had been, she immediately melted on my lips and wrapped her body around me. She straddled me and her arms wrapped around my head and neck. My hands roamed down. One arm wrapped around her waist while another reached further down and I squeezed her ass cheek.
She squeaked into my mouth and I slipped my tongue into her mouth at that moment.
She moaned as she felt my tongue wrap around hers and sucked.
She must have felt better after a while, because she broke the kiss and looked up at me. "Tell me how I can be a hero," she demanded. "And … about your powers."
And so we talked little inane things until she had to go back home.
But not before I kissed and groped her all over the place thoroughly.
By the end of that day (February 2nd, 2011), Brockton Bay had descended into crisis. The explosion of Fortress Construction and its hidden Endbringer shelter as well as a tenth of the Downtown plunged the city into a state of panic. The Protectorate and the PRT was deployed to ensure public safety and order.
New Wave came out to help, too. They made patrol all day long in the Southern Suburbs, an area southwest of Shantytown and southeast of the Downtown proper.
But then the gangs got uppity. They saw weakness, and the E88 in particular saw a need to rise to the occasion, especially since they were accused of assassinating another rival cape.
In the Docks and the Docks South, E88 gangsters began to roam the streets and then clashed with ABB and Merchant gangsters.
As for me…
Well, I took Taylor's virginity, fucked her again, and talked about anything and everything like all couples do.
In essence, I gave zero shit about what happened. Coil's base exploding was nothing but an excuse to get to Taylor earlier. Keeping her close to me in my car in a parking lot far away from the Downtown and both of the Docks was to ensure that she was where I wanted her.
What I did after I helped Taylor home was this.
I set up my first territory. This was useful for me for a few reasons.
First, it let me satisfy the need for territory. The Scion shards wanted conflict for data, and my powers wanted me to have a territory; it was just a fact of reality.
Second, it let me finally use another one. "Nest" was my only passive power that relied on me possessing territory. In general, it gave me a boost to my strength, speed, and maneuverability.
In detail, it was an organization buffing power that affected not just me but all of my allies.
Imagine Taylor not just with her near infinitely increasing computational power of her swarm with said swarm's range and offensive nature but also strength and speed on par with Armsmaster's power armor.
Sadly, it didn't boost anyone's durability, so I still had to be careful.
That said, I marked my territory (light peach circle, southwest of the Downtown) with hastily painted green asterisks.
I needed the symbol for my organization and territory to be something easily recognizable and simple, mostly because I intended to not have anyone marking my territory for me.
So it was green and an asterisk.