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Disclaimer: I don't own Modo or the Biker Mice From Mars (sadface) and I make no profit from this.

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I know I'm not being very nice to Modo. Don't hate me! Copper's making me do it!
As always, reviews are welcome. And I do not own the Biker Mice or the idea. I'm just borrowing it until Copper stops banging at the inside of my skull with a hammer.
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Modo had stared at Copper, almost springing up to go after her. But then the lock had slid home and he figured there would be no point unless he wanted to break down the door. It would not have been difficult but it certainly wouldn’t endear him to the pissed-off mother of his child. Growling softly to himself, he reached behind the bar and to grab the bottle of grog Copper had left. Taking another swig, he leaned his elbows against the bar, resting his chin in his palm as he stared off into space and thought about what to do next.
Copper’s burst of temper still bothered him. Five years ago, she had encouraged him to go fight in space, saying the race needed him more than she did. But they had figured on him only being away for a few months at the most. They had never counted on being apart for five years. Maybe he should have come looking for her sooner instead of waiting a year, but he had been scared. He really wasn’t the luckiest guy when it came to love, what if Copper had found someone else? He didn’t think he could have handled that.
Copper had caught his eye almost as soon as she had entered the resistance. She was a beautiful spitfire with skill behind a sniper rifle. Watching her covertly, he had once seen her shoot a desert spider off of a rock from a thousand yards away. Throttle and Vinnie had noticed his interest almost right away and never let him hear the end of it: Modo the Monk was crushing on a young bit of a woman with a foul mouth? They had laughed until Modo had set them straight (Vinnie swore his left buttcheek had never been quite the same).
It wasn’t that Modo didn’t like females; he liked them just as much as the next bro. But his size made most females nervous, thinking his height made him a bruiser with a bad temper. His intense red eyes were also known to frighten females. Some had warmed up to him but they were few and far between: to this day Modo could count his number of sexual partners on both hands. Throttle at least had to use his toes and Vinnie had to borrow the fingers and toes of the person closest to him. He was used to his bros getting all of the attention from females and even got some chuckles when they got into scrapes because or for said females. Modo was always looking for something more permanent; after seeing the way his father treated his mama, he wanted something just like the sweet passion his parents had shared until his father was killed by rats in a turf dispute. Even now, almost twenty years later, his mama would have no other male and swore no other would ever match up to Modo’s father.
Modo thought he had found that kind of love once or twice before he met Copper. But something had always driven the females away or they weren’t what they seemed to be. Yana Glassgreen was the one that stood out the most in his mind. After courting her for months, she had left him to be with a shorter, more attractive male. The memories of her taunts about his looks as she stood with her new lover still made Modo flush red with anger. He hadn’t spoken to a female for almost a month after that, his temper always worn thin. Even his bros had been scared of him for a while. Then Copper and her brother had entered the resistance and he was thrown headfirst back into the game.
He had first seen her a few weeks after she had officially entered the resistance. He had been walking to his quarters to try and get some sleep (and get away from Vinnie’s motor mouth) when he walked by one of the common areas the younger fighters shared. Copper had been there, surrounded by young males who were trying to impress her with their pick up lines. Copper had looked amused for about half a second before one of the stupider males had put his arm around her shoulders, drawing her close and touching his antenna to hers with a lascivious grin on his face. Copper’s eyes had widened at the thoughts the male must have sent to her and she looked up at him with a small smile. The male, thinking he had triumphed, leaned in for a kiss just as Copper kneed him hard in the balls. Going down like a ton of bricks, the male had started crying like a baby while his friends looked at Copper in shock. Smiling sweetly, she told the group that if anyone were to try that with her again without express permission their goddess-damned balls would hang as trophies from her bike’s bitch seat for all the fucking universe to see. If they could, since none of them had balls big enough to see anyway.
Modo had had to choke back his laughter by biting into his wrist, not wanting any of the young ones to be embarrassed in front of a commanding officer. Taking a closer look at the younger female, his heart had fluttered in his chest. She wore her hair in a complicated braid that went from the crown of her head down to her waist and gold highlights had gleamed against the dark burgundy of her tresses. Her fur was a red a few shades lighter than her hair and she had the biggest brown eyes Modo had ever seen. Her muzzle was short with a slightly upturned nose that gave her an impertinent air, her ears perfect with two gold hoops set into both ears. She had a lithe body with just enough curves to identify her as female with slim hips, a flat stomach and a pair of breasts that were perfect for her build. Her musculature had been impressive for a female that young and Modo could see she wasn’t something to be messed with. Especially since the male she had put on the floor spoke with a slightly higher pitch ever afterwards.
After making some discreet inquiries (he still had no idea how Vinnie had found out), Modo found out her name was Copper Van Speed and that she had a twin brother named Alloy. They were orphaned at an early age; their mother had died in childbirth and sand raiders had killed their father. They were a little young, only seventeen, but they had been discovered fighting off rats in defense of the elder who had been caring for them since their father’s death. Both twins were skilled, especially Copper, but untrained in any form of fighting. Alloy turned out to be a fair wrench jockey and hand-to-hand fighter while Copper was one of the best snipers they had found.
Instead of just going up and introducing himself like Vinnie kept insisting, Modo waited for the right moment to present himself. He told his bros it was because he wanted to know more about her before just introducing himself but the truth was he was scared as hell. Even since Yana had broken his heart he had been even more cautious with females, not even going to them to relieve his physical needs. So he bided his time, watching Copper secretly as he waited for the right moment to introduce himself.
He was grateful when the universe presented him with the right moment, even if the moment was a year later than he would have liked. After a skirmish with the dogs, Modo found out Copper had been taken prisoner by sand raiders. Without a word he roared towards her last known location, Throttle and Vinnie following and trying to hide their smirks. The sand raiders, being the stupid mongrels they were, left tracks any baby could follow from where they had taken Copper to their camp up in the mountains. Modo had gunned for the camp, driving a lot more recklessly than he usually would. Even Vinnie had had trouble keeping up with him. When he found the camp, the raiders were already half-drunk on blood whiskey. He had them all knocked out and stacked in a neat pile by the time his bros got to the camp. Modo found Copper with three other captives and almost got his ears singed off from her language when he removed the gag the raiders had put on her to stop her swearing. Untying her, he left the other captives to Throttle and Vinnie. Sitting Copper behind him on his bike (her own had been taken back to base already), he had gunned down the mountain again, his heart beating fast at the nearness of her. The memory of her breasts pressed into his back was sweet and dear to him. When they got back to the base, she had quietly thanked him and hugged him. Modo was shocked and couldn’t move, could only think about the feel of her pressed against him. The top of her head came up just above his collarbone, just the right height for him to rest his chin and nuzzle her antennae. But he just couldn’t MOVE. Copper had thanked him again then released him, heading towards the bike hanger to check her ride. In a spurt of rare impulsiveness, Modo had asked her if she wanted him to teach her some hand-fighting moves so she could protect herself better. She had smiled shyly at him over her shoulder, her brown eyes warm and inviting when she said yes.
Those sparring sessions were both the best and worst idea of Modo’s life. While they got him close to Copper and gave him the chance to get to know her they also meant he was pressing against her, holding her intimately as he taught her to fight. He barely left each session with his dignity intact. He couldn’t help it, he got so hard around her and it was getting more and more difficult not to start rubbing against her every chance he got to try and relieve the ache a little. Even when they were just hanging out, taking their bikes for a spin on the wastes, he was hard for her.
He held out almost six months. Thinking he was starting to go insane, he was a little more forceful in his sparring than usual and pinned Copper to the ground. Giddy from having her under him and vulnerable, he had smirked and asked if she gave up. She had smirked back, said no, and kissed him full on the lips. Modo was shocked; after not feeling a woman’s touch for a year and a half, it took his brain a second to comprehend what was going on. Then her tongue had licked his lower lip and he had groaned and kissed her back. Next thing he knew their shirts were off and she was rubbing against him, groaning softly, and he was rubbing back, his cock ready to burst from his jeans.
He would have taken her there on the floor but a mechanic had interrupted. So he had taken her to his quarters to snuggle and make out on his bed. He had blushingly admitted that he had been watching her and developed feelings for her and was ecstatic when she admitted she like him to. She had fallen asleep in his arms and he had just watched her breathe for a few hours, gently stroking the soft fur on her ears. Modo got the best rest of his life that night. His awakening by Throttle was not as nice, but after a great night’s rest in his girl’s arms he was ready for battle again. Then Brimstone had happened and things went straight to hell.
Modo didn’t remember much of being held captive. Mostly flashes of pain when the mine went off and Karbunkle’s ugly face hovering over him with a syringe. He remembered hoping Copper was safe and unhurt. Those few days of being captured and then saving Mars from the Tug Transformer were mostly a blur to Modo. He had been sedated but had to keep shaking it off since Vinnie and Throttle were even loopier than he was. His missing eye he could live with but his arm scared him to death. He had been imposing before, what would this arm do to his relationship with Copper?
After making it back to the resistance, Modo had staggered into the med ward. The darkness and lack of depth perception made it hard for him to find Copper, but then she had tried to come to him. He had taken her from the ward and, shaken by the bandages covering the side of her head, had taken them to his room where he knew they would be safe. He held her while she cried, examining her for other wounds. Apparently her brother had protected her from a mine blast and was the worst hurt while Copper had just lost her ear. Almost crying himself because she was safe, he forgot about his arm and just held her until she stopped crying. Then she had noticed his arm and his heart stopped in his chest. He shied away from her touch, scared she would taunt him for the missing limb. Instead she had taken his metal hand and kissed it, praising him for being brave. Grateful that she hadn’t shunned him he had clung to her and, for the second time in his adult life, he cried.
Modo was the happiest he had ever been in his life. He had his bros, he had his girl, and he had Plutarkian tail to thrash. Copper got along well with Throttle and Vinnie, joking with them and helping put Vinnie in his place when he needed it. Modo was especially pleased when she ignored Vinnie’s flirtations completely, instead keeping her eyes only on him. She was a passionate lover with stamina that matches his years-denied libido, and there were days where neither left the bed except to use the bathroom and eat.
When he was sent to space, he had expected to be gone for a few months. When he got back, he had intended on spending more time with Copper and, if things kept going as well as they were, he was going to ask her to marry him. He knew she would stick by him through the fighting and the injuries and when the war was over he could see himself setting down with her and having a few kids. So he had said goodbye and went off with his bros.
Five years later, here he was sitting in an empty bar, drinking and reminiscing about the past while the female he was in love with was upstairs with an unexpected daughter. While he hadn’t gotten a very close look at Silver, he did see that she was a sweet little thing with an open personality. And his eyes. He was hooked on that little girl’s eyes, even though he had only seen her for a few minutes. He just hoped to the goddess that Copper wasn’t swearing in front of their daughter. Swearing was for big girls and Silver was way to young to be-
Wait, did he just admit to himself that he was in love with Copper? “Oh, mama,” he groaned, rubbing his forehead. Damn alcohol was making his brain loose. This complicated things more. They had never said the ‘L’ word out loud and the only evidence Modo had of her feelings for him was on that little slip of paper he still kept in his chest plate. He had tried keeping thoughts of love out of his head while he was stranded on Earth, but they had festered and grown into a giant love monster that he was only realized existed now that he could actually see Copper again. Thinking about it when they were apart had been too painful; what if he never made it back? What if she had another male in her life? Modo didn’t think he would be able to handle that again. Better to just not think about it until the right moment came up.
Well, here’s the right moment, he thought, finishing off the bottle of grog. Time to man up and do the right thing by my woman. Standing up shakily (Oh, Mama, that stuff was strong), he started towards the door he had seen Copper disappear into, intending to search her out and sit down for a long talk, only to be stopped by a solid body standing in his way. Knocked off center, Modo bounced back a little bit and glared at the person standing in his way.
Alloy Van Speed grinned cheerfully at the taller mouse, his chipped front teeth very white against the red fur of his muzzle. “Hey, Modo, long time no see.” Then, still smiling, Alloy cocked back his arm and decked Modo on the jaw.
Oh, mama, Modo internally groaned. Not again.
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