The following is a piece of fan fiction based on Biker Mice From Mars. All characters were created by Rick Ungar, original story by Tom Tataranowicz, and are not my property.

This is an AU retelling of BMFM and explores mature subject matter including death, violence, abuse, sex (con and noncon), torture, and mutilation. Reader's discretion is advised. Some character history has been altered from their original source but like I said, this is an AU.

Chapter-20

Charley was slowly starting to regret her agreement with Rimfire. He was a nice enough kid, and he was eager to learn. A little too eager. Charley considered her work as her alone time, her zen moment. Now she had someone constantly asking her questions: asking to turn the radio on; asking why she doesn't want the radio on; asking what sounds she is listening for if the engine isn't even on; asking how well her hearing is compared to a mouse; asking if they could add ballistic missiles to their bike…

When the mice from the monastery had asked her to fix their truck, her instructions to Rimfire were to watch, quietly, and listen, also quietly. As quiet as an earth-mouse. The last question Rimfire asked before getting stared down by Charley was how much noise earth-mice make.

She managed to set up a rig to lift the truck's front frame. Once it was secure she let Rimfire remove the front right tyre. The axle seal was broken, and grease had been leaking everywhere. It would be an easy enough fix. She told Rimfire what pieces she needed from the scrap yard and where to find it, and he took off like a good little gofer. Charley figured the job would take no more than three hours since she wanted to go slow and make sure the kid understood everything she was doing. After that, she'd let him top up any fluids and give the vehicle a test run.

Vinnie and the others had been gone for a day; they weren't expected until tomorrow evening. She was happy for the break. It allowed her time to think without being distracted by Vinnie. He was hard to ignore, and it was hard to get thoughts of him out of her head. She wondered if that was a side effect of whatever mental connection he started with her; if they were her own thoughts or his, or a mix of the two.

Or maybe she was doubting herself again. She did that with all her previous relationships; she did that with Jack. Jack really loved her. She loved him too but convinced herself that it wasn't real; that he was going to hold her back just as much as she would hold him back; that neither of them could truly be happy together. Now, he was somewhere on Earth, in California, and she was on Mars. If she did stay with him, moved out west with him, maybe she never would have gotten abducted. She wouldn't have had to deal with Karbunkle, or Slobber. Lawrence still would have been abducted though; and she would never had met Vinnie.

Did he even like her? Did she like him? Whatever this relationship was, if you could even call it a relationship, had more to do with proximity and convenience than any genuine compatibility. He was a mouse for Christ's sake. He was attractive, Charley thought, as far a mice go, though she did not know what the Martian standard for attractiveness was. That didn't matter. He was a mouse, and she wasn't. At best, she was just a willing accomplice in finding mutual satisfaction, at worst she was helping him fulfill some exotic fetish.

Before she could go further down into darker, self-deprecating thoughts, Rimfire came back with the parts she needed to fix the monastery's truck. She could hate herself later, right now she had work to do.

She decided to let Rimfire handle reassembly when she finished the job. He did a good job, put everything back in the right place and the right order; and he felt accomplished. Rimfire was even more excited when he was allowed to drive the truck around before returning it to the monks. Charley decided her time would be better spent tidying up her workplace than to sit around hating herself. By the time all her tools were properly put away, Rimfire came running through the open garage door.

"Vinnie's coming," he panted. "He's on his own."

"Is something wrong?" asked Charley as the two made their way to the entrance where they could watch Vinnie's approach. "I thought they were all still in Olympia."

"I don't know. Uncle Modo told me everything was fine yesterday." Rimfire shot Charley a shit-eating grin. "Maybe he just misses his good friend?"

Charley shrugged. "Maybe he just wants to watch me kick you in the ass a couple times?"

Whichever of the two options it was, Rimfire did not feel like sticking around to find out. It was midday and the kid wanted to go back to his room to relax after working all morning.

Charley didn't know what to do: stand around here waiting for Vinnie to drive up and realize she was waiting for nothing, like some sad little pet, or go back to her room so she could act surprised to see him back so early. I'll act casual. She told herself as she made her way back to her room. Oh, you're back early? She began rehearsing her lines for when, or if, Vinnie actually came looking for her. What's that? Oh, you forgot your wallet? Okay well see you later, I guess.

She sat at her desk and opened the only book she had, The Salvation of Deimos, to a random page. It was given to her by one of the monks as a gift so that she might know the blessings of the two brothers, this was the first time she ever opened it. She wasn't really reading, more than she was looking at the words when she heard Vinnie stomping through the halls and calling her name. With her elbow on the desk and her thumb balancing her temple, she pursed her lips and continued to focus on the page in front of her.

Vinnie didn't even knock. The door swung open and just as quickly, he slammed it shut behind him. The sound genuinely startled Charley. She jumped, still in her chair and looked up at the mouse. His eyelids were heavy, eyes redder than usual, and his white fur was dusty from the desert.

"What are you doing here?" she asked in a quiet voice, almost a whisper. Whatever script she had prepared for herself had left as soon as the door slammed shut.

Vinnie didn't answer her, and she said nothing else as he walked towards her. She tilted her head back as he cupped her cheeks and leaned down to kiss her, parting her lips with his tongue. His taste was divine. She felt her muscles constrict and the heat between her legs rise. Charley rose from her chair, pressing deeper into his kiss, and allowed herself to succumb to his touches.

He broke their kiss as he grabbed Charley by her ass and lifted her to straddle his hips. "I am going to make you scream, Charley-girl," he purred in her ears.

"Vinnie," Charley whispered, as he dropped her on her bed. His pants were already unbuckled. His shaft exposed, throbbing, and already lubricated with his own secretions.

Vinnie began to pull her pants off and carelessly through them on the floor behind them. "I want to hear you beg and moan."

"Vinnie," she whispered again, her voice slightly more excited. He stood on his knees before her figure, naked from the waist down, and spread her legs across his hips.

He grabbed hold of both her hands and pinned them down just above her head. With his other hand, he guided his member to her sex. She was already wet, and the sensation of teasing his head with her entrance caused his body to shudder. He leaned down to bite and lick at her jawline before whispering in her ear again, "I want this whole damned planet to hear you cry out my name."

"Oh, God, Vinnie!" She could not help but comply as he thrust into her. Each time he crashed down upon her, she felt herself being spread wider, felt him pushing down deeper. She could not hold back the whimpers; Vinnie had already memorized how to drive her wild.

Charley could feel the swell of her first orgasm building inside her. Vinnie must have sensed it too because soon he initiated their psychic connection, intensifying the rush. Charley felt herself come undone.

"Fuck… oh God, Vinnie… I…"

Charley's back arched, and her sex clenched around his shaft. Vinnie did not slow down. He wanted to feel her again, and again, and again. He wanted to get lost in the sounds of her cries and the feeling of electricity coursing through their bodies as they shared each other's climaxes.

When he could no longer contain himself, he dug his fingers into Charley's tangled head of hair and released everything into her. And then, having lost all his endurance, Vinnie collapsed on top of her, letting himself spill out around their entwined legs. Whatever mess there was, he would deal with it later. Right now, he was exhausted and all he wanted to do was listen to Charley as she tried to catch her breath.

"Stay with me," he whispered with his eyes closed.

"I don't have a choice right now, Vinnie," Charley said in between breaths. "You're still on top of me."

Shifting his weight, though not completely moving himself off of Charley, Vinnie relaxed his cheek in between her breasts. "I mean, stay with me, Charley."

"For how long?"

Vinnie didn't respond. Charley felt his breathing slow and deepen. Soon enough, he was snoring and still refused to let go of her. For now, she thought to herself as she rested her head back into the mattress. She closed her eyes and allowed the Martian to blanket herself for the rest of the day.