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I do not own the BMFM, they are the property of their rightful owners. This fic is strictly for entertainment only. The characters Jadelyn/Blade, Crystal, and Father Ryan are mine. The characters Midnight and Sister Martha belong to Midnight. WARNING: This fic has Non consensual sex in it, language, and F/F. DO NOT read if you are under aged.
Crimson Midnight
Chapter Two
by J. Hellraiser
July 26, 2006
Copyright J. Hellraiser, all rights reserved.
The Biker Mice stared at Blade, stunned and suspicious. Mid was stunned as well, though Charley looked as though she was about to use a wrench on Blade’s head. Turning to look at Vin, Midnight was a bit stunned by the anger there.
“And why in Ares name should we help you?” Vin growled out.
“Because it’s a friend of yours who needs rescue. Her name is Harley.”
Any and all anger the macho mice felt drained away completely after that simple statement. Harley, who had been missing now for five years, was near and in need of rescue. Throttle looked at Blade, surprised and unsure what to say. She’d known about this, had to, yet she’d said nothing the night they’d…well, since that night.
Modo cleared his throat, “Look…ma’am, not that we don’t appreciate what you’re saying and willing to do, but we can’t trust you.”
Vin nods in agreement, “How do we know this isn’t another trap, bitch?”
Throttle looked at his Bros, then at Blade, making a decision, “Bros, why don’t her and I go for a ride to discuss this. I want to know the odds first anyway.”
Modo nodded, agreeing. Vinnie ground his teeth a little, but also agreed. Throttle mounted his bike, watching as Blade did the same, then peeled out of the garage, the Arien girl a breath behind him. Throttle led her to one of his favorite spots, very private and secluded. The two Martians dismounted and walked away from their bikes. Blade turned her back on Throttle for a moment, admiring the clear sky when she found herself pressed painfully against a tree, Throttle’s weight on her back.
“How long?”
Blade tried to look over her shoulder at him, but Throttle had her pinned pretty well to the tree. He held her arms behind her back in one hand, his body like a rock behind her, “What are you talking about?”
“About Harley, how long have you known.”
Blade blinked a few times, debating what to say when she felt herself shoved roughly to the ground. Before she could stand, Throttle was kneeling over her stomach, holding her wrists in one hand above her head. Blade stared up at him, stunned by the anger in his features.
“I want answers.”
She continued to look at him, his temper fascinating her even as it sent a shiver of apprehension down her spine. Apprehension turned to fear as she saw what he pulled out. Held in a steady hand and aimed right at her head, was Throttle’s laser.
“Damnit, I want some answers, now!”
Blade nodded, feeling a little afraid, “I found out that Mace was heading this way and started heading here myself. On my way, I got a call saying that a Plutarkian needed a Hunter. Seeing that it was on Earth, I figured I’d take it. I hacked in to Limburger’s files to get the info I wanted, since it detailed where their encampment would be. When I went to investigate, there were more Rats and Sandraiders than what the report listed. So I thought to get help.”
Blade waited, lying still to see what Throttle would do next. He looked down at her, noticing her slight shivering before putting the gun away. A small sigh of relief escaped from her lips before being replaced a by a slight gasp. Throttle kept his grip on her wrists, grinding his hips ever so intently in to Blade’s hips. Blade closed her eyes, trying to stifle the moans working their way up her throat. Throttle grinned, watching her chest arch in desire. He released her wrists, grabbing her hips to grind almost savagely against her, the friction sweet and unbearable at the same time.
I should have realized there was another reason behind us ‘talking’ way out here.
Blade shivered as his fingers pushed aside her top, then ran over her erect nipples. He leaned down, kissing her roughly. His kisses were hot and very demanding, his tongue invading her mouth and forcing hers in to submission. Her breasts were flattened out against his broad chest, the muscles moving beneath the fur making her whimper. His control, his very command of the situation had Blade’s body on fire, demanding he take her. Perhaps he sensed her need, perhaps he just couldn’t wait, whatever the reason, Throttle soon had them both completely undressed, pushing his swollen member in to her moist entrance. Placing her long legs over his shoulders, Throttle pressed in to Blade until he was completely buried, the red-haired Martian breathing in shallow breaths. When he began to move, it was all Blade could do to not scream out in pleasure. Gone were the soft hesitant kisses, the shy caresses, and gentle loving. The was full blown, all out sex and with every thrust Throttle made, Blade’s hips rose to meet his. Blade knew who was in command and submitted without thought, feeling herself getting closer to the edge with each powerful thrust. At this pace, it wasn’t long before Throttle felt Blade clinch his member, her orgasm hitting her full force. Holding her hips, he thrust three more times before his own orgasm hit, panting as heavily at Blade. For a few moments, Throttle held her hips in a bruising grip, trying to get a hold of himself before letting go. Blade was slowly getting her breath back and waited patiently for him to get up, not wanting to antagonize him any further.
Though if that’s the kind of sex I’d get every time, it’d be worth it.
Throttle walked over to the small stream, cleaning himself up a bit. Blade’s eyes watched him, admiring his impressive physique. What he saw in her, she didn’t know. Blade had no illusions about herself. A long scar across her back, a body rather on the thin side, angular face, and scary eyes. And those were only some of the physical flaws. She shrugged to herself, standing and walking to the stream to clean herself up.
Maybe I’m just a good lay.
Throttle watched the Martian girl out the corner of his eye. She moved with both grace and purpose, but at times she moved entirely cat-like. Off hand, he couldn’t say what drew him to her, nor what drove him to take her tonight. Dressing quickly, Throttle looked over at Blade to see that she too was dressing. Blade glanced up at him, her eyes once again behind her shades.
“I know you don’t really trust me, despite the fact that you’ve fucked me twice, but I really do need your help with this, Throttle.”
Throttle jerked his head back, “Who told you my name?”
“It was in the files I got from Limburger. Its not hard to match description to name.”
“And you?”
“What about me?”
“You have a name?”
“Yeah, call me Blade.”
Throttle raised an eyebrow at her tone, “I wasn’t askin’ for your life story, so you don’t need to get defensive. Blade’s not your real name is it?”
“Is Throttle yours?”
“Touché.”
Blade walked up to him, her demeanor serious, “Are you going to help me? Trying to do it myself will be suicide. Harley’s my friend too.”
Throttle looked at her in surprise, but nodded, “I’ll help ya, but its up to my Bros to decide if they want to.”
Nodding, Blade turned to go back to her bike, but was stopped by Throttle’s grip on her arm, “What is it?”
“Are you bothered by this?”
“By ‘this’ you mean our two ‘sexcapades’ in woods? No, it doesn’t bother me.”
“Don’t you want romance? All women do.”
“Maybe I don’t WANT it. I live my life on the edge, tomorrow could be my last. Why waste it with sentimental fluff? If, for some bizarre reason, I actually fell in love, maybe then I’d want it, but until that happens, no.”
Throttle shook his head, understanding her reasons, “We should head back now, I’m sure my Bros are worried about me. And maybe Mid is worried about you, as well.”
Blade looked at him as she got on her bike, “You didn’t tell her, did you?”
“No, Mid has trouble with self-esteem as it is, I don’t want to cause her undue harm in that department. Let’s go, if my Bros agree, we’re gonna need to get a plan together.”
“Right.”
************
The ride back to the garage was silent, each to their own thoughts. Throttle’s kept returning to the Arien girl and the odd attraction he had for her. He knew he loved Charley, but she was becoming very demanding and face it, controlling. Throttle thought of his track record when it came to women. All three women had two things in common: intellect and strength. Carbine, though strong, was afraid of losing control, so had to have absolute control over everything, including Throttle. Charley, though also controlling, was so in a mother/friend kinda way. But she was very…rigid when it came to sex, didn’t really like it at all actually. Blade…well he’d never met a woman like Blade. Wild just didn’t cover it. She was willing to try anything, to give up control, but would stick by her beliefs as well. Perhaps that’s what made her alluring, her uniqueness. His introspection was ended as they pulled in to the garage. Modo looked relieved to see him, Vinnie too, though he was still openly hostile to Blade. Charley was barely containing her worry, while Mid looked happy to see them both.
“Well, Throttle, do you believe her?”
He nodded, “Yeah I do, I also told her I’d help out, though if you and Modo don’t, I understand.”
Modo clapped a hand on his shoulder, “No way, Bro. We’d never let ya face something like this on your own.”
Vin nodded, “That’s right, the Biker Mice never run from danger!”
Throttle grinned at them, then turned to Blade. She was removing a slender, rectangular object from a compartment on her bike. It turned out to be a laptop, one which showed the schematics of the machines and weapons being used by the Rats and Sandraiders. It also showed a map of the encampment. It was impressive, considering she got it right from under Limburger’s nose.
The plan was made that night and set to commence the following evening. Vinnie was cursing softly under his breath as he followed behind Modo. They were on foot, having left the bikes a little ways up the road. It was dark, the only light came from the moon. On a night like this, the only member of their group able to see well was Blade, who was leading this little expedition. Rage burned within him, making his fists clench. Vinnie wanted nothing more than to pound Mace in to a bloody pulp, but since Blade’s mention of Harley, Vin’s been wondering what he was going to do once they found her. He knew he was in love with Midnight, there was no doubt about that. But what of his first love? All this thinking was making his head ache.
Blade, in the lead, tugged her tail on Throttle’s vest, a silent signal to be quiet and come to the front. The message was passed and the group knelt at the edge of a hill, peering down at a small encampment. It was full of rats. One rat stood out clearly, one the three mice and Blade had etched in to their memories. Mace. There were some cages, but they looked empty.
“I wonder where Harley is,” Blade whispered softly, her voice nothing more than a wisp of breath.
“Don’t know. So let’s review the plan,” Throttle said, turning to look at her.
Blade motioned for all of them to move away from the edge so they could talk better. In the dirt, she set up a model of the camp.
“Ok, here’s the entrance to the camp and here are the sentries surrounding the camp. As you can see, the rear and left side of the place are up against the rock wall, making an attack from either of those directions impossible. The right side is all swamp, so we can’t get at them from that direction. So, as Throttle put it, you three will do your trademark entrance, barging in with guns a blazing. I’ll come in from above just as you three attack. Any questions?”
They shook their heads no, then moved back to their bikes. While the Biker Mice were getting in to their positions, Blade removed her trench coat and several of her weapons, storing them on herself. Her wings emerged from her back, trembling with anticipation in the wind. Blade crouched down, ready to launch at the signal. It wasn’t a long wait. At the sound of the first explosions, Blade was in the air, her wings catching the updraft and moving her quickly to the camp. Those on the ground who spotted her yelled in fear, adding to the chaos that already surrounded them, many running to the swamp and getting stuck in the murky water. Landing, Blade took down the rats that sought to overcome her, then looked around for the others. Vinnie was in his element, showing off as usual. He was nearly as fast as his mouth and twice as dangerous. Modo had a feral look in his eye as he attacked the rats, taking savage glee in taking them out. Throttle was nearly as fast as Vinnie, his wisecracks making her smirk.
That was when Blade spotted Mace taking off towards the back of the camp, trying to flee. Most likely he was going to grab Harley and transport. Not this time! The three mice looked up in time to see the tawny blur that was Blade rush towards Mace, leaping with the grace of a jungle cat and sinking her claws in to his shoulders, knocking the air out of him and pinning him to the ground. While the mice were distracted, the rest of the rats fled, wishing to keep their lives. Blade still had Mace pinned while the others ran over. Vinnie pulled the rat out of Blade’s grip and slammed him against a wall.
“Where’s Harley?!”
Mace smiled cruelly, “You really want to know?”
Vinnie growled, slamming Mace against the wall again. Throttle put a restraining hand on Vin’s arm, stopping him from killing Mace. The slick rat laughed, despite the pain he was in.
“What’s the matter, little Bros, got a problem with killing?”
Blade grabbed Mace by the neck and held him high off the ground, whipping her shades off, “Maybe they do, but I certainly don’t. Now, where’s Harley?!”
Mace looked anywhere, but Blade’s eyes, squirming in her too tight grip. But try as he might, he couldn’t get loose, her hand was like a vise.
“You wanna know where she is? Go to my tent, you’ll get your answer there.”
Vin took off towards Mace’s tent, entering cautiously. A quick look around brought him no closer to finding Harley. As Vinnie was turning to leave he saw a pair of deep blue eyes staring at him from the shadows. Eyes that were the same color as Harley’s. Vinnie stood there, puzzled. The eyes blinked at him, then moved closer, revealing their owner to be a young Martian girl of about five years of age. Vinnie knelt down to her level, giving his best smile.
“Hey sweetheart, who are you?”
“Are you with Mace?”
Vin looked surprise, “Me! No way! I hate Mace.”
“Good,” with that, the little girl ran to Vinnie, putting her tiny arms around his neck.
Vin was beyond surprised now, but wrapped his arms around her too, feeling she probably needed a hug.
The little girl looked up at him, “Do you know Vinnie VanWham?”
Vin looked at her, stunned, “That’s my name, but how…?”
He never finished his sentence, for the girl squealed in delight and hugged him tighter, “Momma told me Daddy’s name is Vinnie VanWham.”
Daddy?!?!
“Your Momma was Harley?”
She nodded, “Momma told me about you, until…until Mace gots tired of her and...and…” Tears welled up in her eyes, “He hurted her, bad. Momma didn‘t move.”
Vin tightened his grip on the little girl. HIS little girl, his and Harley’s. He didn’t lose her completely, Harley left a part of her with this precious gift Vin now held in his arms. The poor child, to see that. Vinnie would make sure the bastard paid. Standing, Vin took the child with him back to his bros.
“What’s your name, sweetie?”
Hiccupping slightly, she answered, “Cry…Crystal.”
Vin nodded, walking up to the other Martians, his jaw clenched. Throttle and Modo looked at Vinnie with surprise.
“Bro, where’d you get a kid from?” Modo asked
“This is Crystal, she’s my daughter and Harley’s. Mace killed Harley, she’s gone.”
Looking at the girl, it was obvious she was a mix of Harley and Vinnie. Her fur was darker than Vin’s, almost a cream color. Her hair several shades darker than her fur. Her eyes were shaped like her father’s, but they were the same brilliant blue that her mother’s had been. Blade growled deep in her throat, turning towards Mace. Still facing him, she addressed the Biker Mice.
“We’re done here, go ahead and clear out, I’ll take care of clean up.”
“Like hell! Listen you…”
“NO! You listen Vinnie! Right now that little girl in your arms needs someplace warm and safe. Get her back to the garage, Midnight can help ya with her.”
Stunned, the three bikers went to their bikes. Throttle looked at his friends, then back at Blade, “You guys go ahead, I’ll wait here.”
“You sure, Bro?” Modo asked.
“Yeah, I’m sure, go.”
Vinnie and Modo took off on their bikes, leaving Throttle behind with Blade. Turning, Throttle head back towards Blade and Mace. He stopped short at what he saw. Mace was kneeling on the ground, staring up at Blade, looking as though he was begging something of her. Blade stared down at him, then pulled out a laser, aiming it at Mace’s head. Throttle started to move forward, but it was too late. He watched Mace slump forward and fall, dead. The Arien girl turned, facing Throttle, her shades back in place.
“You may not be comfortable killing, but its something I’ve been trained to do.”
************
Modo rode back to the garage in silence, half listening to Vinnie talk to his daughter. Though not the brightest of the group, Modo knew something was up with Throttle. The way he looked at Blade…he knew there was something between them. Modo prayed to his Gray Furred Momma that he was wrong, but he had a suspicion that he wasn’t. It was obvious that Vin’s disgust over the girl kept him from noticing anything unusual, but Modo had. Last night when Throttle came back with the Hellraiser, Modo could smell their scents all over one another mixed with a scent that was more…primitive. He knew that Throttle had slept with her. What worried him most was the fact that this wasn’t the first time and that their bro had lied to them, twice.
“Modo, come in Bro.”
Modo turned on his helmet mic, “Yeah Throttle, what is it?”
“Look, this clean up’s a bigger job then expected, so it’s gonna take longer than I thought.”
“Really? Ah could always come back and lend a hand.”
“No! No, thanks for the offer Bro, but we can handle it. Just give Vincent a hand if he needs it, you have more experience with kids.”
“Ok Bro, if you’re sure.”
“Yeah, I’m sure. See ya later Bro!”
Modo’s hands tightened on the handle bars. Cleaning up, yeah right! He just wanted to screw the Hellraiser again! When Throttle got back, Modo was definitely having a little chat with him. The garage loomed in front of them and they pulled in, Mid greeting Vin enthusiastically, then noticed the little girl. Mid immediately took control, having dealt with children while in the orphanage and from the two years she’d spent with Vin’s brother and Aunt. While Midnight took care of Crystal, Vinnie and Modo took turns explaining what happened. When they finished, Midnight looked at Charley.
“Is it all right if I put her up in the guest room, Charley. Crystal is very tired.”
“Sure Mid, bring her up.”
“Ah’ll go with you, Midnight. Ah’ve got some experience with kids.”
Mid smiled, “Sure Modo, thank you.”
Modo followed Midnight up the stairs and got little Crystal cleaned up and in to bed. As Mid closed the door, Modo cleared his throat.
“You slept with her, didn’t you?”
Midnight turned quickly, the look on her face one of pure shock, “Oh God! How…how did you find out?”
“Ah have a very good nose, Midnight-ma’am.”
Midnight leaned against the wall, closing her eyes in shame, “Yes, I slept with her. Vinnie and I weren’t really talking…she looked so different sitting next to the lake. Almost angelic if you can believe that. I wasn’t thinking, I guess.”
Modo sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder, “If she didn’t force ya and you wanted to, then you have nothing to be ashamed of. And you and Vin were, technically, not together at the time, so you weren’t even cheating on him. Ah wish Ah could say the same for Throttle.”
“Throttle? What do you mean?”
“Seems he’s been with her too and lying to us on top of that.”
“Oh! You mean, last night when he and Blade left, they…?”
Modo nodded, “Yeah, Ah could smell them. Ah’m talking to Throttle when he comes in.”
“For his sake, I hope he just tells you the truth.”
“So do Ah.”
************
Modo looked up from his paper when he heard the sound of an approaching bike. Hoss beeped softly, confirming that it was Throttle. Modo put his paper aside and waited for his bro. Throttle was surprised to see Modo up, but smiled anyway. Nose twitching ever so slightly, Modo knew what Throttle had been doing.
“Hey Bro, what’s up?”
“We need to have a talk, on the roof.”
Throttle followed Modo to the roof of the Last Chance, curious and a bit wary at the same time. Sitting down on the ledge, Throttle looks at Modo, waiting. For his part, Modo stayed near the trap door, in case Throttle tried to walk away.
“Bro, Ah know you’ve been sleeping with the Hellraiser.”
Throttle paled under his fur, then flushed. Had he been so obvious? Running a hand through his hair in nervousness, he smiled wanly up at Modo.
“Guess I haven’t been discreet enough, huh Bro?”
“Throttle, Ah can deal with you sleeping with her, what Ah can’t deal with is you lying to us just to do so! Nor can Ah deal with the way you’re cheating on Charley!”
Throttle stood up, glaring at Modo, “My personal life is mine! And I didn’t want you and Vin knowing because it would just piss Vinnie off!”
“And what about Charley?”
“What about her? It’s been over a year since she’s slept with me, Modo. What the hell am I suppose to do? Blade is beautiful in her own way, why shouldn’t I sleep with her? As for Charley, I’ve been thinking about ending it with her for a while now, even before Blade came around. I’m tired of being treated like a small child, truth be told.”
“So you’re leaving Charley for her?”
“No, not really. Blade’s…unusual. Says she doesn’t want romance and such, just a sex buddy will do,” Throttle sighed, looking to the sky, “But there is so much more to her, more that she hides behind her sarcasm and tough exterior. What can I say? I like challenges and Blade’s the biggest and toughest one to date.”
“Be careful, Bro.”
At the bottom of the stairs, a shadow clad figure clutched their hands in to fists before turning and heading back down the hall.
************
The next morning, Mid was the first to notice that something was wrong with Charley. The way she practically threw her things around in the garage was all the clue the dark furred mouse needed. Half an hour later, the three macho mice came down the stairs just as Mid was finishing with Crystal’s breakfast. Vinnie smiled at her and his daughter, wishing he had a camera to capture the moment. Then he got an idea.
“Hey, why don’t we go to the lake, take a day off? I’m sure Crystal would have some fun, right sweetie?”
Crystal gave Vinnie a big grin, even Midnight looked pleased at the idea. It didn’t take long for the small group to pack up their items and head out to the lake. Once they got there, Modo and Throttle started a game of one on one volley ball, while Vinnie played with his daughter, helping her build a sand castle. Mid smiled at the scene, then sat down next to Charley.
“What’s wrong?”
Charley glanced at the Martian woman next to her, “Nothing’s wrong.”
“Yes there is, you’ve been avoiding Throttle all morning. Plus you were throwing an awful amount of stuff around the garage, so something’s up.”
Charley sighed, not wanting to talk about it. Glancing to her right, she felt her anger boil up all over again. There was Blade, dressed in loose cotton Capri pants and matching jacket, walking up the beach barefoot. Her long hair was set in a pony tail high on her hair, the end of it hitting the middle of her back. On her face were her customary shades and underneath the pants and jacket it looked like she had a bikini on. Charley jumped to her feet, anger burning through her. Mid saw the look on Charley’s face and wisely got up, motioning for Vin to help get Crystal away from here. Whatever was going down, Mid did not want the child to witness it. Vin, for once, didn’t protest, wanting to protect his daughter. Throttle and Modo abandoned their game, coming over to Charley. Taking a quick look down the beach, Throttle saw what had Charley so pissed. Blade kept walking, not seeming to notice them, her head bent slightly.
Hmm, looks like she’s deep in thought about something, probably doesn’t even know we’re here.
Charley stepped forward as Blade came closer and pushed the Hellraiser hard. Blade looked up, startled, “What the hell was that for?”
“You stealing my boyfriend, that’s what!”
Blade shook her head, “I didn’t steal him, I flirted, but I didn’t steal,” she turned her gaze on Throttle, “I told you to tell her, didn’t you think it’d hurt her to find out the hard way?”
Charley looked at Blade, stunned. Modo looked equally floored. Throttle closed his eyes, sighing, “I was trying to think of the best way to end it. It’s just more complicated now.”
That got Charley’s attention, “More complicated?! I heard you and Modo last night on my way to the bathroom! You wanted to break up with me before, you should have done so then!”
Vinnie came running over, having heard Charley’s outburst, “You causing trouble again? Don’t you know no one messes with Vinnie VanWham’s friends?”
Blade stepped back a pace, both her eyebrows arching over her glasses, “VanWham? You’re a VanWham?”
“Yeah, you got a problem with it?”
Blade shook her head, her expression anxious and sad, “No. Look, I’ll just go…I don’t want to cause trouble,” she turned to leave, but stopped when a white furred hand gripped her upper arm rather tightly.
“That’s the second time something I said made you stare. Now, what the hell does it mean?”
“Nothing! Damnitall, does it matter?!”
Vin ground his teeth in frustration, his eyes catching sight of something on Blade’s neck. It was a small birth mark in the shape of heart on the juncture of her shoulder and neck, on the left side, several shades darker than her fur, but not the same color as her spots. Vin noticed because he’d seen the same birth mark before. But the last time he’d seen the owner of it, it had been fourteen years ago.
“Jadelyn?!”
Blade looked at him, her mouth opening and closing several times. She shook off Vin’s hand, the white furred Martian too stunned to notice. Turning quickly, Blade took off up the beach, trying to put as much distance between herself and the Biker Mice. She kept up the pace till she got around a dune, stopping to catch her breath. Running in sand was harder than it sounded. Blade gasped for air as she was tackled to the ground. For a second she panicked and would have lashed out, but recognized the feel of the arms around her.
I should have known Throttle would follow.
Throttle knelt with her in the sand, letting her catch her breath. He was the only one to follow the Hellraiser’s flight, figuring his friends were too stunned. Especially Vinnie.
Jadelyn? His SISTER Jadelyn? Oh Ares, talk about complications!
Blade looked up at Throttle, her breathing nearly back to normal, “Why did you follow me?”
“Why did you run?”
She looked down, sighing before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, “I…it’s a long story. And rather painful.”
“But Vinnie IS your brother, right?”
“Yeah, he’s my brother,” Blade told him, taking a long drag from her cigarette, “I didn’t recognize him since the last time I saw him I was only four.”
Throttle knew that Vin’s baby sister had been taken by Plutarkians fourteen years ago. It seemed hard to believe that this was her. He moved closer to her, putting his arms around her. Blade tried to shake him off, but he held fast until she just gave up and relaxed in his embrace.
“Jade, I’m not gonna hurt you, I’d never hurt you.”
“I’ve heard that before, from many people.”
“I never go back on my promises. I promised you fourteen years ago that I would take good care of Lady and I have.”
Blade started, her body shaking in his arms, “Oh Ares, I don’t believe this,” she turned in his arms, facing him, “Is it really you, Cody?”
Throttle tightened his arms around her, feeling her warm body pressed firmly against his. Instead of answering, his lips sought hers in a bruising kiss. Blade wrapped her arms around his neck, melting in to the kiss.
************
Vinnie couldn’t believe it. The crazy Hellraiser bitch was in fact his missing baby sister! There was irony, shoved right in Vin’s face. Truth be told, he was unsure what to do. On one hand, he was glad his sister was alive and well; on the other, not only had she attacked him and his bros, she was currently sleeping with one of his best friends! Vinnie waited as patiently as he could for Throttle and Blade…no Jade, to return. After running away from them, Throttle not far behind, the group packed up and headed back to the garage. Midnight was watching Vin pace back and forth, her eyes glancing at the garage bays for any sign of the other two Martians. Modo looked at torn as Vinnie, since he’d met Jade when she was just a child. Charley still looked like she wanted to take something or someone out. Namely Throttle and Jade.
The sound of roaring engines could be heard coming down the street, signaling their arrival. Vinnie watched Jade get off her bike, finally looking at the woman who up until this moment he’d only known as Blade. Older, obviously, from when he’d last seen her and stronger, but there were other changes as well. Her hair, which had been auburn as a child was now a blood colored mass of silk. Though shorter than him by about three inches, Jade’s body was solid muscle and held a few scars.
I can’t believe that’s little Jade! I knew she’d become a fighter someday, but not to this extent!
Blade looked at Vinnie and Modo, now knowing why they’d felt so familiar. Modo she’d met as a child, when he was only known as Christopher Maverick. Vinnie…years ago he hadn’t cut the wild mass of auburn hair that topped his snow white fur, nor was his face hidden by a metal mask. Blade stepped towards him, unsure of what else to do. Also stepping forward, Vinnie looked at her, unsure himself. The rest of them watched them, tense with worry and anticipation. Vin moved closer, lowering his antennae to her, Blade lifted hers to touch his. Instantly there was a glow, but one different than memory transfer.
“What’s happening?” Charley whispered, “It seems different this time.”
“It is Charley-ma’am. Vinnie’s got a small gift of telepathy and Blade has the gift as well, only stronger. Because of that and the fact they’re siblings, they can confirm that the other is who they say they are.”
Vin pulled back, his eyes going wide. Before anyone could utter a sound, he pulled Blade in to a tight hug, whispering harshly in to her ear in a language none of them understood. Blade returned the hug, tears coming to her eyes. Throttle smiled and saw that Midnight also shared the smile with him. He knew his bro was hurtin’ over the loss of his sister and from the conversation he’d had with Blade, she’d missed him just as much. Modo had a slight smile on his face. He wasn’t too comfortable around Hellraisers in general. Charley was happy for Vin, but still wanted to pound Blade in to a pulp.
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Mid lay in bed in Charley’s guestroom, thinking about the days events. She was genuinely happy for Vin in finding his baby sister, it’d meant a lot to him. Vinnie came to the doorway and peered inside, seeing Mid on the bed. He walked in, smiling and sat down next to her.
“Hey Sweetheart, long day?”
Mid smiled, “You could say that, it was exciting. Is Crystal asleep?”
“Yeah, little beauty out like a light on the couch. Modo’s sleeping on the floor, so if she falls, she’ll have something soft to land on!”
She laughed with him, “What about Throttle and…Blade?”
Vin smiled a little, “They went off together somewhere. Turns out Throttle met Jade before she was captured. I guess they’re doing some catching up, among other things.”
Midnight blushed, just imagining what those ‘other things’ could be. Vin chuckled and leaned in to give her a kiss. When he made to pull away, Mid grabbed him and pulled him back, opening her mouth to him. Inviting him.
I shouldn’t do this! Mid’s so innocent and naïve. But she’s offering, she wouldn’t do that unless she wants me to.
Vinnie deepened the kiss, toying with Midnight’s tongue. Her slender hands were braced on his chest, as though holding on, while her tail snaked around to loosen the bandoliers. As soon as they were unhooked, Vin broke the kiss, removing them, before going back to ravishing Midnight. He smiled against her lips as he heard her breathing speed up, her hands growing more bold with each moment. With surprisingly gentle hands, Vin removed Mid’s shirt, then her bra, exposing her breasts to his hungry eyes. Blushing, Mid watched as her soon to be lover lowered his head down to first one breast, then the other, teasing her with his talented tongue. The dark furred Martian arched her back in surprise and pleasure when Vin sucked on pert nipple in to his mouth, teasing her unmercifully. His hands continued their exploration of her body, removing her long skirt and underwear, Vin’s pants and underwear following. Mid shivered in anticipation, her body burning with need. But she would not yet receive Vin’s swollen male, which bobbed between his muscular thighs. Instead the white furred demon continued down her stomach, his tongue leaving a wet trail. A jolt of pure pleasure hit her when his tongue swiped across her clit, her legs clenching in response, her breath coming in sporadic gasps. Vin took pity on her and positioned himself at her entrance, wrapping her legs around his waist. As he pushed in, Vin watched his dark furred beauty’s face, the golden eyes he loved so much rolling up in pleasure. Mid’s body welcomed him, taking all of him in. When he began to thrust, the Martian girl was hard put to keep from screaming her joy, her gasps and moans encouragement enough for Vin to pick up the pace. Thrust after powerful thrust found Mid reaching a point she’d never been before, her whole body tingling. For one second, everything seemed to stand still for Mid before everything resumed its course with a resounding cry of Vin’s name, her juices spilling forth. That scream sent Vin over the edge and he shoot in to her, clutching her hips tightly.
Together the two mice felt their bodies calming, Vinnie’s red eyes staring in to Midnight’s golden ones. He smiled, one of his rare smiles that came from his heart and not his ego. No words needed to be said, they each knew what the other was thinking and feeling in this one moment and that was enough. They would worry about tomorrow when it came.
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