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Innocence Lost	By : HellraiserMomma Category: +1 through F > Biker Mice from Mars Views: 2727 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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 character Damian is mine. WARNING: This fic has incest and Non consensual sex in it. DO NOT read if you are under aged.

Innocence Lost

Chapter Three

by J. Hellraiser

April 1, 2002; Revised April 17, 2006

Copyright J. Hellraiser, all rights reserved.

Throttle stared at the sky above him. It was hard to believe he'd been at the FF base for two months now. Stoker had taught him a language that sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place it. Not that he minded. It was a rather beautiful language, almost musical. He sighed and leaned against the rock behind him. He'd filled out some since coming here, working out with the soldiers. Throttle liked the Freedom Fighters, in a way, they felt like an odd family. Throttle sighed in content, relaxing until a familiar engine caused him to stand straight up, his eyes wide.

No, not him, please don't let it be him!

Throttle felt his blood freeze as Damian pulled up in front of the headquarters, grinning at Throttle. The soldiers that came out didn't seem to notice his unease, they were glad to see Damian and the supplies he brought. Stoker's second in command spoke with Damian as the soldiers took the supplies and equipment inside. Then he turned to Throttle.
"Hey, little bro, your father wants you to spend the weekend with him before we move on, so go pack your things, ok?"
Throttle nodded numbly and moved quickly seeing Damian's piercing gaze. He didn't dare refuse, that would raise too many questions. At least he knew Damian would let him return, since not doing so would also raise questions. Throttle was quick about bringing his things, his bike Lady following him. Damian gave off the appearance of being a good father and friendly man. His son knew better. Once on his bike, Damian waved to the soldiers, leading Throttle to the city.
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Damian closed the door to their room in the hotel he had chosen. He liked this particular hotel because the rooms were soundproof. In fact, the hotel only served certain clientele, mainly those with tastes similar to his own. Some were rats, some Sandraiders, and some were mice. But they all had a taste for the unsavory. Damian had seen a sand raider father with his twin daughters, the girls frightened and ashamed. There was also a rat mother with her teenage son and young daughter, neither of which spoke. Throttle hadn't said anything either, but then, Damian knew he wouldn't. None of these children or teenagers would. They had been conditioned from a young age to keep quiet.
He turned and looked at Throttle. Damian noticed the added muscle to his frame, his tousled hair a little longer, perhaps he was even a little taller. A small smile spread across his face even as desire raced through his body. He approached Throttle slowly, seductively, causing the boy to open his eyes wide, realizing in a split second what Damian had planned. Before Throttle could udder a word of protest, Damian sealed his lips against his, bracing him against the wall, leaving no escape.
Throttle fought the waves of desire that suddenly took him. He knew something wasn't right and that his father was the cause. But there was no way to fight the control, his body even now heating up to Damian's touch. His own hands went around his neck, holding himself close as Damian deepened the kiss, his hands roaming down Throttle's backside and lower. Damian's eyes filled with malicious delight as he heard Throttle moan softly against him. Moving with quick dexterity, Damian had Throttle completely out of his clothes and his own, leaving no barriers between them. Damian slide a hand down between them, grasping Throttle in a surprisingly gentle grip, massaging him to bring the boy up to the same level as him.
Throttle closed his eyes, unable to watch his father as he fondled him. Truth be told, he was enjoying it, but he knew it was wrong and had no power to stop it. Damian laid him on the bed, positioning himself over Throttle before pressing forward, entering him. Throttle's eyes shot open at the sudden pain, tears running down his cheeks. Damian ignored him and continued to push in until he was buried deep within Throttle. Tears still streamed down Throttle's cheeks, but soon the pain was forgotten as Damian began to move. The pain subsided, replaced by incredible pleasure. Damian grinned cruelly hearing Throttle's gasps and pants, his cries for more. Before long, they both came, Throttle crying out Damian's name, even as more tears came to his eyes, this time, they were tears of shame.
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Throttle left the city, his bizarre and shame filled weekend with Damian over. He headed for the headquarters, glad to be returning home. But as he approached, a chill of fear went up his spine and he revved Lady's engine, taking off at full speed. He pulled up shortly, his face expressionless. The headquarters had been destroyed and anyone who had been inside, including Stoker's second in command. Stoker himself was standing there, an unreadable expression on his face. He had turned when he heard the motorcycle. Stoker ran to Throttle, surprising the younger mouse.
"Throttle! I was afraid you were caught in that sneak attack too."
He looked puzzled, "Sneak attack?"
"Yeah, apparently the fish heads found our headquarters and attacked while most of us were out on patrols."
"I was visiting my father for the weekend."
"You're lucky that you were."
It took several days to give their fallen comrades a proper funeral, then they left, heading for the new base beneath a monastery. As they began their journey, two familiar figures stopped the Freedom Fighters on the road. Throttle blinked in surprise.
"Modo? Vinnie?"
Vinnie grinned, "Hey bro, nice seeing ya!"
Stoker got off his bike and approached Vinnie, "What are you doing out here Vincent?"
Vinnie look irritated, then leaned forward so that no one would overhear him, "Come on Pops, you know I've been dying for a chance to fight or learn how until I'm ready. It's in the VanWham blood. No one has to know I'm your son," Vinnie's face darkened a minute, "And maybe, just maybe, we can find out what happened to...her."
Stoker sighed. Vinnie was right and they would need new fighters, but he hoped Vinnie didn't get his hopes up too high in searching for...her. Stoker found it easier not to think of his missing daughter. He indicated that Vinnie and Modo should join them. The two of them grinned, then rode up along side Throttle. Modo placed a hand on Throttle's shoulder.
"We heard what happened to the base, bro. We're sorry."
Vinnie nodded, "Yeah, that's no way to go out. Better to go out with a fight!"
Despite his melancholy and shame, Throttle grinned at his friend. Maybe having them around will help him in the end.

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