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Strange Bedfellows	By : DariRyu Category: +M to R > Outlaw Star Views: 1922 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Outlaw Star, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Authors' Notes: This fanfiction was written by myself, Dari, and CasualOtaku. Neither myself nor CasualOtaku claim any profit from this work of perversion--I mean, fiction. If you like this, pl, please let CasualOtaku know. Remember to remove the NOSPAM when e-mailing her.

Chapter Notes: No sex here. A bit of touching and butt-grabbing, but that's about it.

Part I - A Strange Type of Rescue Mission....

Gene sighed and leaned back against his futon. Once again work was scarce and if he and Jim didn't come up with some money fast they were going to be in for it.

"Man....why does this always happen?" the redhead groused.

"We'd have some money if you'd quit getting into trouble and racking up fines, Gene," called a familiar voice from below.

Gene rolled over and stuck his tongue out at his partner. "Bite me Jim." Before the pair could erupt into one of their usual fights, a cloaked figure entered the doors of the warehouse that housed their fledgling business.

The pair quickly put on their best smiles, "Welcome to Starwind and Hawking Enterprises," they began in tandem. "How can we help you?"

The figure tossed an envelope onto the desk. "I'll get right to the point. Neither of us can afford to waste any time. I'm from Search and Discovery, Inc., and someone has something that's ours. I want it back. Details and a picture of it are in that envelope. We're willing to pay you 500,000 wong to do this."

Two sets of eyes grew very wide. Gene picked up the photo while Jim read over the details. "Hmm...doesn't seem too hard." Gene replied staring at the odd oval shaped object. "What's so special about this thing?"

Jim let out a small squeak. "They want us to get it from Zanetfoi Inc.! Do you have any idea how heavily that place is guarded?"

Gene grinned, "Cool, we'll take it!"

Jim protested, "Now HOLD ON Gene! We can't just go rushing into this!"

The cloaked man replied, "Most of the details on that are classified, but I can tell you that it contains a discovery worth a lot to the scientific community. Search Conv-Corp. is willing to pay whatever necessary to get it back."

Gene rubbed his chin and smiled. "Well now...that sounds like my kind of commission!"

Jim had a sense of foreboding, but he didn't mention it just yet. "Look mister, we'll need something up front. I mean, we will need some supplies.... How about this...," said the young blonde. "Give us 10,000 wong now...and the rest upon completion." He felt his haggler's blood hum. "With the option to add on for any excessive danger we may encounter."

The man's eyes narrowed, but he sensed that this youth wasn't going to give in. "All right," he rasped. "I'll pay you 10,000 now, but the lump sum had better not equal more than 700,000. I have my own reputation to look after, too." With that, he tossed two chips onto the desk, grumbling.

Jim fought the urge to grin. He'd just gotten the prize upped by 200,000 wong with only a minimum of effort, provided the man was telling the truth. He picked up one of the chips and put it into his laptop, after a few keystrokes his jaw dropped low enough to hit the desk.

Gene inquired, "What? What is it?"

Jim shook his head and came back to his senses. "We'll take the job, I'm sure it'll be a pleasure doing business with you...Mister...?" He held out one small hand.

"Just call me Professor," the man replied, taking Jim's hand in a vice-like grip.

Jim winced slightly. "All right...Professor. How do we get in touch with you once the job's done?"

Gene began to fidget. He sensed action in the air and all this talking was driving him nuts. Gods.... Can't we just go blow out the wall, grab the goods, and get our money? I still need to pay off that loan to Fred.

The Professor wrote a number down on a small slip of paper and handed it to the boy. "Tell 'em you wanna talk to Ol' Prof and you won't have a bit o' trouble." He smirked.

Jim tapped the number in one hand, and smiled. "Well then...I guess it's time for us to get to work. Ready Gene?"

Gene uncrossed his arms. Finally!! "You better believe it, let's stock up and get going. I can't wait to get some action!"

"Oh, you'll see plenty o' that, my boys," the Professor said cryptically, then left. The professor's voice drifted back to them. "Oh, and this oughta go without saying, but it better not be damaged!"

The pair waited until their new benefactor left the building and suddenly clutched hands. "This is it Gene!" Jim said with his eyes shining brightly.

Gene grinned. "We're hitting the big time."

Jim nodded, "We can pay off all our bills!"

Gene enthused, "We can throw a huge party!"

Jim's smile fell. "Is that all you ever think about Gene?"

Gene replied, "No.... But money's only good when you can spend it! I plan on having some fun with my share!"

Jim sighed. Great.... In other words, my half pays the bills and he runs amok. Why do I put up with you Gene Starwind?

"Because I'm charming," came the answer to the blonde's unvoiced question.

Jim sighed and pulled his hands free. "Well come on; 10,000 wong will get the car out of impounding and buy us some supplies. We'll need it, that place is a fortress."

Gene shrugged. "Don't worry about it. We get in, we get out, and we get rich. Easy."

A large bead of sweat formed on Jim's temple. We're going to get in trouble again.... Just think bills Jim...bills and a new paint job for the car.
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A few hours later the pair pulled into the parking lot of Zanetfoi Inc. Jim pulled out his laptop and put a small bud style earphone to his head while Gene lowered the mouthpiece of his headset.

"Am I coming in Jim?"

"Loud and clear."

Gene nodded and began to inspect his cloak and body for all his weapons and ammo. "Okay.... Keep me informed and I'll be out in a blink. Just be sure you're ready to peel out. I doubt they'll be happy when they find this thing missing."

Jim rolled his eyes and began to pull up the blueprints of the building. "Just don't do anything rash Gene, it has to be undamaged. Okay?"

Gene grinned, "Hey trust me a bit will ya?"

Jim sighed and watched as Gene leapt nimbly out of the hovercar and ran towards the service elevator. The young hacker tapped some keys and cut off the alarms so his friend could enter. Good luck, Gene...

With Jim shutting down most of the security for him it didn't take Gene long at all to reach the lab where their bounty was stored in. Man.... This thing is HUGE!! Gene thought to himself. He looked around until he found an anti-grav pad and prayed it was powerful enough. Guess 'zero-G' does have its advantages...but uh-uh-uh...space.

Gene looked at the keypad keeping the force field around the object in place. "Jim?"

"Already on it.... Alpha, Sigma, Delta, Phi, Beta."

Gene punched he che code and the hum of the field ceased immediately. The object began to fall forward and the redhead hastily shifted the anti-grav pad to catch it. It landed with a heavy thud and he let out a shaky breath. That was close.... The large, bluish object radiated a strange light, but theht dht didn't seem to come from the object; rather it seemed that something inside the oval was glowing.

Gene blinked at the light, he was extremely curious, but even he knew it was a bad time to satisfy it. "Any alarms on this thing Jim?"

"Not anymore...." Jim replied as Gene heard a few clicks and a few flat disks he hadn't noticed before blinked then went dead. The redhead removed the tracers and began to push the pad out of the door. He was barely down the hall when all hell broke loose.

"Unauthorized removal of property from Genetics Lab One.... Repeat.... Unauthorized...."

"Shit!!!" Gene swore and began to push the pad even faster.

"What the heck is going on in there, Gene?" Jim cried out over the intercom. Even on the parking deck, lights were flashing. "Did you miss a tracer?"

Gene swore a blue streak. "NO!! I picked 'em all off. You must've forgotten one." He pulled out a pistol and fired several shots at the small army of guards that poured around the corner.

"I got 'em all!" Jim shouted. He had his own problems, he had to move the car before he was spotted. When he was safe again he continued, "You didn't take anything else out of there did you?"

Gene glanced down at the anti-grav pad. "Ummmm.... I'm kinda busy. Talk to you a bit later."

A guard in the troupe shouted, "Don't hit the pod! Your asses are grass if you do!" A chorus of "Yes, SIR!" greeted the order, then the guards began shooting at Gene. However, despite their leader's specific instructions, a stray bullet from the guards hit the pod and grazed it. A bit of bluish liquid oozed from the scrape, like blood from a wound. Immediately, the guards stopped shooting.

Gene took advantage of cease-fire by leaping onto the pod and loading his caster with a taser shot as inertia continued to carry him towards the guards. The mystical gun charged with a small whine and shot a ball of pure electricity at his opponents. Gene sailed past the sea of unconscious bodies with a slight smirk. "You guys need to improve your aim." He called over his shoulder with a grin. The grin fell when he turned back around just in time to see the wall he was about to smash into.

"Shit!!!"

The redhead leaned hard to the left and managed to make the turn with only a small scrape. "Jim.... Loadinor Por Phi10.... Open it..." He heard more angry voices behind him. "...And make it fast!"

The door opened just in time for Gene to sail through it and he found Jim waiting. The pair quickly wrestled the pod into their car and peeled out just as a fresh hail of bullets began to rain upon the fleeing vehicle.

Jim looked critically at the blue fluid seeping out onto his beloved carpet. "You damaged it, Gene! What if they take out of our pay for it?"

Gene kept his gun trained behind them, leery of pursuit. "Hey! We still got the 10,000, and that's enough to last a month. Don't be such a pessimist." The pod shifted slightly, then began making a strange humming sound, and a shape could be seen within. The shape was...humanoid! Jim turned back around at the strange sound and almost crashed the car as he goggled at the pod's contents. Gene grunted as he was slammed against the back seat. "What the hell are you doing Jim! You almost made me loose my gu...." The redhead gaped as well as he caught sight of the pod. "What the hell did they have us get?!"

Jim forced his gaze back to the road amid a series of angry honks. "We need to pull over.... Isn't one of Fred's safehouses around here?"

Gene nodded numbly, "Yeah Fong's Pleasuredome..." He wished they had an alternative, but bodies in pods were bound to draw unwanted attention at any other location. My God...going to a place like that with an eleven-year-old and a body...I'm going to be labeled as a sicko for life!

Evidently, the pod wasn't waiting for a more secure place. It continued to hum, finally beginning to quiver slightly. The quiver increased to a steady tremble and a glowing split appeared at the top of the pod, slowly making its way down the outside. "Goddamn it!!! Why can't it ever go smoothly?!" Gene screamed as he shoved the pod ov bit bit to open the seat partition that led into thunk.unk.

Jim looked into the rearview mirror as the small alarm noting what Gene was up to went off. The young blonde whimpered as he saw the huge pools of fluid covering his back seat and the plush gray carpeting. Oooh.... My car...my baby.... He sniffed and pulled into the covered lot leading to Fong's Pleasuredome. I'll never get it clean...never.... The poor boy almost burst into tears. Gene sighed as he finally dug up his well-worn sleeping bag and turned to drape it over the pod.

Suddenly, a million tiny cracks spread outward from the center of the large split like a spider's web. The pod glowed a bit more, then cracked into shards, falling away from the contents. There, lying in the center of the remains of the pod was a young man with auburn hair and pointed ears. His skin was a dark bronze color; his face looked serene in sleep. Sprouting from just under his shoulders were...two pairs of iridescent, leaf-green wings, almost like a dragonfly's, but folded in a single line down his back. The larger pair of wings was set slightly above the smaller pair. Little more could be seen, as the boy was curled in the fetal position, but it was clear that he was unclothed...completely. There was dead silence for several moments. Jim finally spoke up, diverting his gaze with a slight blush as he whispered, "Was he what we were after?"

Gene couldn't seem to tear his gaze away. "Yeah," he said a bit breathlessly. "I'm sure he is.... Look at those wings.... I've never seen anything...or anyone quite like him." The pair continued to stare at the alien for a while, not certain what to think now that they knew their
"cargo" was a living being.

The boy's jewel-like green wings shifted a bit, then his head raised up to look at Gene, fixing him with a confused, dual-colored gaze-one of the boy's eyes was purple, and the other orange. What...? Where...am I...?

Gene chuckled a little nervously, unconsciously answering the winged boy's unasked question. "Hey...uh.... We rescued you from the lab, and you're in our car."

Jim gave his partner an exasperated look. Smooth, Gene, real smooth... He turned to their new 'guest' focusing his gaze on the eyes. "This is Heifong.... How long have you been in there?"

"...Lab...? Car...? Heifong...?" the boy repeated, still confused. He blinked a few times, then pulled himself into a kneeling pose, unconsciously displaying his lithe frame. "I am afraid I have no idea what you have said...."

Gene looked over at Jim as their 'guest' made some odd musical sounds he assumed were some sort of question. "Did you understand that?"

Jim rolled his eyes. "What would make you think I'd know, genius? You'll just have to improvise."

Gene glowered a moment then turned to the young alien. He pressed a hand to his own chest. "I'm Gene...." He pointed at the young blonde in the driver's seat. "That's Jim...." Then he pointed at the stranger himself. "And you?"

Jim sighed, "Brilliant Gene.... We don't understand him at all and you expect him to understand us?"

Gene growled, "Hey...you're the one who told me to improvise!"

Jim shouted back, "Fine.... I should've known better.... You idiot!"

Gene clenched his fist. "What did you say?"

A dulcet, alto voice interrupted, "Gentlemen, please." Both participants in the argument turned to look at the auburn-haired alien, the simple shock of hearing the winged boy speak a language they could understand silencing them both temporarily. "There is no need to argue," he finished.

They both blinked at him a bit blankly, then Gene recovered and slung an arm around Jim's throat pulling him in for a noogie. "Don't mind us, we always argue.... The kid here thrives on it."

Jim struggled. "Let me go Gene!!"

Gene sighed and did so, ignoring Jim's raspberry. "Well since it appears you do understand us after all...." He grinned at Jim, his expression clearly saying I won then turned back to the alien. "Why don't you tell us your name?"

The winged boy nodded. "My name is Reikiki Subsisto." He looked at each in turn as he spoke their names, "And if I understood correctly, you are Jim, and you are Gene?" Jim sighed and nodded, blushing slightly as he realized he had a clear view of their bounty's front side. He quickly averted his gaze, not so much because he was naked.... Gene had a bad habit of walking about half-naked so that was no big... It was the fact he didn't know this person. Gene on the other hand had simply been through too much to let something like nudity phase him.

"Well Reikiki, it's nice to meet you...but I'm afraid we've got a bit of bad news for you," Gene said.

"Oh?" The winged boy tilted his head to the side and fixed Gene with a curious stare. "What would that be?"

"Well ya see, the lab we took you from wasn't exactly willing to let you go...so we need to hide out until the Professor can come and get you." The redhead tilted his head towards the large neon-bedecked building known as Fong's Pleasuredome. "We'll have to hide out in there...and in your present state..." He let his gaze run up then down Rei's body. "Well.... I hate to say 'attacked,' but that's precisely what you'd be."

Reikiki blinked. He'd understood less than a quarter of what Gene had said. "I...beg your pardon...?" he asked, hoping not to sound foolish.

Gene's smile took on a slightly evil hint Jim recognized. Oh no....not again.... "You are such a FLIRT, Gene Starwind!!"

Gene grinned and turned his gaze to Jim a moment. "What? I'm just being honest.... He's cute, he's naked, and you know that crowd would jump him in a heartbeat."

Jim rolled his eyes. "You mean you would jump him, you hentai."

Gene shrugged. "Hey...dirty old men have to come from somewhere. I'm just starting early." He turned back to Rei. "Anyway...as I was saying before we were interrupted.... I'm going to tell them you're my entertainment for tonight to keep anyone else from trying to grab you." The grin grew more lopsided. "Jim there already knows how to handle himself. So I can just keep my eye on you."

Rei's confused expression stayed a moment longer, and then his face took on a look of suppressed shock. From the little time they'd known the winged boy, he seemed to them to be restrained in showing his emotions. Oh, dear.... I may have gotten myself into one very large mess....

"Don't look so worried." Gene said. "All you have to do is stick by my side and decline any offers. It's not as if we'll have to do anything. We just lay low until the Prof shows up and everything is dandy!" The redhead gave him a wink, then turned to Jim. "Guess we'll have to cough up some wong, but it's better than being caught. You get in touch with the Prof and I'll take care of Rei here." The gunslinger dove back into the trunk a moment and came up with a collar.

Jim took it with a sigh. "I hate pretending I'm a boy toy."

Gene shrugged, "It's either that or you fight off all the shota-hentai. If I looked like slave material I'd wear one too."

Jim grumbled and slipped the collar over his throat...."Fred better be glad I like him..."

"What, then, should I do about my...present state of undress?" Rei asked, forcing down the dread that set off warning bells in his head. He might not be the brightest thing as far as the ways of the world, but he knew places he should avoid. This "Fong's Pleasuredome" seemed to be one of them. However, it didn't look like he could avoid it this time.

Gene pursed his lips a moment, then shrugged off his cloak. He kept the smaller of his guns, and his caster, before loading all the rest into a bright metal case located in the back seat and punching in a coded lock. He then shoved the case into the trunk and locked it back as well. Task done, he began to hand Rei the now empty cloak. "Here...borrow mine." He looked critically at the blue liquid still covered parts of the alien's lithe body. "We definitely have to get a room with a shower."

Rei accepted the garment, looking at it a moment to figure out how it was worn. Once he figured it out, he donned the garment, somewhat surprised that it was actually a bit too long. "All right," the winged boy asked, "is this presentable?"

Gene shook his head. "Nope! But it'll have to do... If they don't milk us for all our wong I'll try to get you something in there. They're bound to have pants at least. Even if they are leather...." The red-haired man trailed off softly as an image of the alien in black leather pants and a wide-holed matching top flitted through his thoughts. He'd be so cute.... Wonder if he's into men?

Rei nodded. "All right then...." He could sense the emotions dancing through Gene's mind and was somewhat confused at them. He knew Jim was upset, but Gene.... There were emotions in the redhead's mind that he didn't understand at all....

Gene realized he'd grown quiet and quickly put on a bright smile. "Well let's get to it! We can't sit in the lot all day!" Jim rolled his eyes and grabbed his laptop, tucking it into his jacket before leading the way to the club. When the bouncer tried to hassle them at the door he gave the man a dry look and flashed his collar. He was immediately let in while Gene haggled over entrance. "5000 wong?!? Are you insane?! It was only 1000 wong just last week!" Gene cried.

The bouncer replied in an impassive tone, "Yes...when you brought half the space fleet after you."

Gene growled. "Hey that charge was dropped.... It wasn't my fault."

The bouncer shook his head. "Our clients get nervous around cops, Gene... The increased price stands."

Gene sighed. "Look we only have 2000 wong with us, can't you give us a discount?"

The bouncer shook his head, then paused. "Well.... There is one client who's been asking for something...different. And you're about as different as they come. You could work off your entry fee."

Gene groaned and dropped his head. "Look, I can't play uke. My friend here needs me to protect him."

The bodyguard smiled slightly. "Even better, he wants to watch."

Gene gaped slightly, a huge sweatdrop forming on his head. "Umm...Rei?"

"Yes, Gene?" he replied in a slightly worried tone. He was afraid he knew where this conversation was heading....

Gene bit his lip. "Well, whadyasay? Are you willing?"

Rei blinked. "Er.... It appears we have little choice...."
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