Chapter 76

Reloaded

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Freed and Laxus were busy talking and laughing, lugging their bags and suitcases behind them as they left the elevator to their condo. Freed looked toward the door down the hallway, prepared to pull out his keys, when they realized there was a man standing there, tall, slim, and dressed in a tuxedo. Immediately, the man bowed.

"Welcome home, young master."

"Bas?" Freed asked in surprise.

Laxus' eyes narrowed. "Why the fuck is your dad's butler here?"

Bas straightened up. "My apologies. I have a message, one that was too sensitive to be delivered over the phone, so I took the liberty of checking your social media to figure out the approximate time you would be home. I miscalculated and arrived here an hour early." He muttered, "I forgot how reliably late commercial airlines can be." He then rushed forward and took the massive suitcase out of Freed's hand. "Allow me to get your bags, young master."

"It's fine, really," Freed said, feeling awkward at being treated as the young master here, in a place far removed from that life, where he and Laxus had been living fairly normal lives. Freed rushed to open the door before his neighbors saw.

When Bas looked ready to take Laxus' suitcase as well, the brawny man tightened his hold.

"I can get it myself."

"Very well, sir."

Laxus walked in, grumbling under his breath, "He's young master, but I'm only sir?"

After they were inside and Bas had secured the luggage, Freed asked, "So, what is it?"

"You must come back to the house."

"And you had to tell me that in person?" Freed shook his head. "We'll drive over there tomorrow…"

"Today, young master. There is a lawyer already waiting to settle some legal issues with the estate."

"What's the rush?" Freed asked suspiciously.

"Master Llewellyn wants you to assume ownership before Christmas."

Freed's jaw dropped. "What? No! I wasn't planning to move in there for at least a year or two."

"Freed," Laxus said calmly. "Maybe we should see—"

"No!" he insisted. "We just got this place. I like it here, just the two of us in a nice place of our own, far away from all of that bullshit."

"Freed." Laxus walked up to him and held his shoulders. "He wants you to take over the house, but that doesn't mean you have to live in it, right?" He glared back over at Bas. "Right?" he growled.

The thin man replied stiffly, "While that did seem to be Master Llewellyn's intention, there is nothing in the trust, will, or other legal documents forcing you to sleep there."

"Exactly," said Laxus. "Rich folks own multiple houses all the time. Hell, your family has that cabin, and apparently some summer house too. The mansion can be our summer house. No one is saying we have to get rid of the condo."

"Not yet," Freed grumbled. "That's absolutely the sort of stipulation he would make at the last minute."

"He hasn't yet. Come on. Let's just go and see what your old man wants."

Freed sighed and sank a bit. "We just got home. We've been on that plane since yesterday. I'm exhausted."

"We can sleep after we get there. You don't want to keep a lawyer waiting. They'll probably sue."

Bas added, "I have the car ready, young master."

"What about your motion sickness?" Freed protested to Laxus. "You kept popping those anti-nausea pills through the whole flight. I don't like the idea of you overdosing on them."

Bas already had an answer. "Dr. Porlyusica is waiting in the car to help with Mr. Dreyar's motion sickness problem."

"Porlyusica? What if she can't take care of it?"

Laxus muttered, "She helps."

"How do you—?" Freed's words cut off sharply, and he looked away with a scowl. Of course. His father used to hire Laxus for his services, and with his motion sickness being such a big problem, it made sense that they would have someone on hand who could keep him from vomiting on the long drive. He thought that maybe Laxus had even mentioned her once, long, long ago.

Laxus pouted at seeing the bottled anger in those pinched lips. "Freed…"

"Fine!" he snapped. "If you've been waiting around for hours, I don't want to come across as some whiny brat." He stiffened up, assuming the role of a young master once again. "Bas, please forewarn the lawyer, I've just returned from Italy today and haven't had time to properly clean up."

"I shall, young master, and I will tell the staff to prepare some food for your arrival."

"Thank you." He looked back over to Laxus. "Let's get this over with."

They left the luggage and went to the limousine. Sure enough, Porlyusica was in the back seat with some acupuncture equipment to help Laxus handle the ride. Freed watched with a pout as the elderly woman inserted some needles.

"Does that really work?"

"It takes away the worst of it," Laxus replied. "I still have to keep myself distracted. Music, some TV, anything to help me stay focused."

Once Porlyusica was done, she automatically turned on some flute music and joined Bas up front. Freed reached up to the partition between the front and back parts of the limo and slid it closed, giving them privacy. Then he went to a television set within the car.

"So, what do you feel like watching?"

"Action movies seem to work the best for me." Laxus hummed, and a crafty smile began to lift on his lips. "How about Matrix Reloaded? There's that freeway chase. I always loved that scene."

As the car started up, Freed began the movie. Although Laxus got a little queasy at times when the plot slowed down, Freed noticed a marked difference between how Laxus normally was and now.

"Maybe the next time we go on a big vacation, we should take Porlyusica along with us."

"Sure, if it means I'm not stuck below deck spewing chunks and can keep an eye on you so those Italians don't grab your ass."

Freed rolled his eyes. "That fisherman wasn't grabbing my ass. He was just trying to help."

"That's not how it looked from my angle."

Then came the scene Laxus had been waiting for and why he picked this particular movie. As soon as Orpheus wearing an open-chest vest stepped out, Laxus rested his hand on Freed's thigh and began to slid up sensually.

Freed gasped, then chuckled to himself and whispered, "You picked this one on purpose."

"Maybe," Laxus admitted cheekily.

"Don't play. I see that smirk." It was the infamous Zion rave orgy scene. Freed reached over and gently palmed Laxus' crotch, getting a low hum of pleasure out of him. He leaned in close to Laxus' ear and whispered, "What have you got in mind?"

He leaned in close to Freed's ear and whispered, "How about you suck my dick and try to finish me off before the scene ends?"

Freed looked over in surprise at the suggestion.

He licked his starving lips. "Can we?" Laxus asked, knowing it might be way too much, especially there in the car with only a thin board separating them from two people Freed had grown up knowing.

Freed's eyes flickered deviously. "As soon as the music stops, I stop."

"Then you better make it quick and suck me good," Laxus purred.

"Oh, I plan to," he chuckled lasciviously.

Before Orpheus even finished his rousing war speech to the people of Zion, Freed had Laxus' zipper down, cock pulled out, and was rapidly stroking him to harden up as quickly as possible. Freed climbed down to the floor of the limo, nestled himself between Laxus' taut thighs, and plunged his face down, sucking fast.

Laxus hissed in pleasure. "Wish you could've done this to me on the plane."

Freed hummed in agreement. How he would love to spoil Laxus like that!

Laxus looked around at the limo's windows. He could see all the cars around them. He knew the windows were tinted so no one could see them, but it was still intensely thrilling. He was getting his cock vigorously, hungrily sucked in front of all of these people!

Not just them. There was Bas and Porlyusica.

"You're sucking my dick in front of all of these people," Laxus whispered.

He felt Freed hum erotically, and Laxus choked back a moan of spiking pleasure. He pursed his lips tightly together, determined to be silent.

Morpheus finally finished his speech, and the rave began with makeshift drums hanging up in the wildest post-apocalyptic stage ever. The music pulsed as people stomped the cavern floor and waved torches in celebration.

Laxus ignored the awkward moment between Morpheus and his ex-lover. His hand was on Freed's head, placing all of his focus on the wet friction of his mouth. Freed said he would stop when the music stopped, and there was no way he wanted Freed to stop right as he was built up.

And knowing the spoiled brat, he really would, just to be a cocky little bitch. So Laxus wanted to let himself fully indulge, not holding out to savor this for as long as possible.

When he hazily opened his eyes to the movie, it was right as Neo and Trinity were making out, only to sneak away from the rave together. The film panned over the cave, showing thousands of partially-clothed bodies dancing in a mass of flesh. They waved their hands in the air, clanged gongs, stomped the ground, and began to grope one another. Men erotically rubbed against women's asses. One of the main characters kissed his wife with lustful, lowered eyelids, like he was already undressing her in his mind and needed only one more gong crash to make his fantasy a reality. Beside them, an all-female threesome were grinding against one another. The cave was breaking into a hedonistic frenzy.

Then the scene cut to the two lovers nude in a bed built into a stone alcove, surrounded by candles despite the purple glow of electricity. Their legs entangled as they slowly kissed and felt each other's skin.

The scene switched back to the rave. Ecstatic dancers took off extra layers of clothes. Not like they were wearing much to begin with! Shirts, scarves, and other clothes twirled above heads. Some dancers flung their lovers high into the air in wild exuberance as the rave turned into something like an orgy.

Then back to Neo and Trinity as their passion grew more erotic, mimicking the growing frenetic energy of the orgy. He slowly thrust into her, rhythmically rocking her body against the sheets.

Rapidly back to the rave growing wilder.

Only seconds later cutting back to the main characters sharing a lingering kiss, their skin shimmering with sweat, a string of saliva connecting his lip to hers.

Then back again to the cave, where one woman had her leg raised, the bare-breasted woman she was dancing with gripping her thigh, hiking it up high, as the two women all but rubbed themselves off right there.

Back rapidly to Neo and Trinity not even kissing, but grabbing hold of one another. The thrusting sped up and her hands skimmed his back, rubbing past his cybernetic implants.

Back to the dancers covered in a sheen of sweat, back to Trinity clawing into Neo's shoulders as her face looked in agony from the impending orgasm.

Dancers, Trinity, dancers…

The rapidly switching scenes alone made the short segment seem to drag out—indeed, that was a common complaint about the movie, that the rave orgy made no sense and went on for an uncomfortably long time. Laxus scoffed at such opinions. The four-minute rave showed the rawness of humanity, the passion, the fleshiness as compared to the hard metal bodies of machines in the world outside of Zion, and the lack of a real body for the programs inside the Matrix. This showed how sensual, passionate, and real humanity could be when filled with unbounded joy.

Plus, it was great for a quick wank!

The music covered Laxus' heavy breathing. Just then, Freed changed his angle, and Laxus felt himself plunge straight down into Freed's tight throat.

"Shit!" he hissed, only barely holding back a loud moan.

The rave orgy built with intensity with more sensual gyrations, sweaty muscles flexing, and mouths opened in heated breaths. Their feet went from stomping on a stone cave floor to pounding into a wet, muddy mess.

And nipples. So many nipples! Men, women, everything in between. There was no holding back. They showed through drenched, skimpy fabric or were out freely in the open.

One final scene switch. Trinity dug her fingers into Neo's skin. Neo looked in awe at the woman under him, his face just as tense and dripping with sweat. Then Trinity gasped, her mouth gaped open, and her head was thrown back in a soundless orgasm.

Laxus did the same, leaning against the seat's headrest, huffing heated air, but no other sound as he joined in with the sexual release.

Freed hummed, well-pleased with himself that he could get Laxus off so quickly when he really wanted to.

Mere seconds later, the music rapidly began to wind down as Neo's eyes turned sad that her cries had matched a vision of his, a dark foreshadowing of his lover's doom. Laxus did not bother to watch that part, nor what came after. He breathed heavily, one hand still on Freed's head.

Freed leaned back, and Laxus raised his head up. He had to chuckle at how Freed looked licking his lips.

"Fuck, I loved that," he whispered. "Can you imagine how much trouble we'd be in if I ever managed to find a cure to motion sickness?"

Laxus dropped his hand to the leather seat in exhaustion and sighed deeply, drenched in his own sweat. He felt Freed giving his spent cock tender licks and kisses, cradling it as it shrank. Having not had time for foreplay ahead of time, Freed was savoring the moment now. Laxus peeked an eye open and smiled down at the view.

Maybe Freed was young master, but he still knelt before the thunder god.

Laxus began to reach forward to stroke his head, but just then the brakes hit hard and the limo swerved while Bas slammed on the horn. Freed was flung sideways and slammed his head against the door.

"Freed!" Laxus screamed. He reached out, but the needles that had held his sickness at bay all burst out with the sudden movement. Immediately, he felt acid shoot up into his mouth.

Freed rubbed his head, about to complain, but he jolted as he realized Laxus was holding his mouth, about to puke. "Oh no," he whispered. He scrambled up and rapped his knuckles on the partition. "Bas, the needles came out. We need to pull over."

"My apologies, young master. That pickup truck swerved in front of me for no reason." He muttered, "It's always the pickups. I'll take the next off-ramp."

Freed slid over to Laxus to help him to tuck his cock away and pulled up his zipper. "Hang in there, Laxus. Bas, where's the trash can?"

"Use the ice bucket under the mini fridge. Are you okay?"

Freed rubbed where he had slammed into the door. "Hurt my head and neck a bit."

"I've already taken a picture of the driver's license plate. He will get a call from our lawyer."

"It isn't that bad," Freed grumbled, but he still rubbed his head.

"Do you need a hospital?"

"It … is not … that bad," Freed said slowly, growing frustrated.

"There's a hospital with private suites five miles from here. I can call ahead…"

"Bas!"

Laxus bellowed, "Will you all shut up?" Then he slammed his hand to his mouth again.

Next Chapter: "Childhood Bedroom"