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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
123
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46,673
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224
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2
Currently Reading:
4
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Chapter 120
Disclaimer: I do not own Ai No Kusabi nor do I make any money from this fanfic. However, I do own all the original peeps I have chosen to invade the AnK world.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Iason/Riki, Raoul/Katze, original characters and novel character pairings.
Parts: 120 of ?
~~**Forever Caged**~~
Riki groaned as the bed dipped. A groan that changed to a throaty moan as Iason slowly pull the sheet off his body, and felt lips kiss his nape and travel down his spine. “No more,” he begged. Iason had fucked him good and hard in the closet, then on their way to the bedroom, then again on the bed. He didn’t have the strength to go another round. He didn’t even have the strength to resist as Iason pulled him closer, molding his back against his chest.
“Can’t you stay away for another half hour?” Riki muttered peaking at the Blondie. “Let me fucking rest.”
“Your lips deny me, but your body sings a different story,” Iason whispered in his ear.
Riki hissed out a breath as Iason palmed his hardened cock while his other hand slid slowly up his chest and rolled his nipple between his fingers. He squeezed his eyes shut as Iason bit and sucked on his earlobe, and cried out as the Blondie’s hand began to stroke his cock with agonizing precision.
There was no way he would not respond to Iason’s touch. He wanted the fucker too much, and Iason had trained his body for years to stir at the slightest caress of his fingertips.
“Come for me.” Iason’s hot breath shot shivers throughout Riki’s heated body. The hand around his cock quickened, and Riki was helpless to stop his hips from thrusting into Iason’s fist. He could feel the need his Blondie had for him pressing hotly on his ass, but Iason reminded fully clothed.
He tried to speak, but all that came out were throaty moans. His panting breaths the only sound in the room. His blunt nails dug into Iason’s arms as the pressure to come overwhelmed him, but the dissatisfaction of not having Iason take him left him feeling empty and burning for more.
Every attempt to reach for Iason blocked. His shameful pleads through clenched teeth ignored. Riki began to struggle in earnest to be free. The hand that plucked tormentingly at his nipples moved around to palm his ass. Riki shouted and his eyes watered as Iason penetrated him with two fingers, thrusting them in and out that soon had Riki cursing the Blondie until Iason silenced him by capturing his lips with his own.
Iason swallowed his cries for fulfillment, and continued to deny Riki what he wanted the most—Iason fucking him. However, his Blondie did not surprisingly leave him to suffer his pleasurable, mind numbing administrations for long. While Iason would have stopped before, when he got close, he continued on—pushing him harder and faster over the edge until he lay breathless and spent in his arms, his seed coating Iason’s hand.
A deep tired moan escaped Riki when Iason slipped his fingers out of him. “Why didn’t you join me for the ride?” Riki asked once he caught his breath and the delicious hum of his orgasm faded.
Iason kissed his shoulder before saying, “If I were to indulge, we would not leave the room for a week. However, we are needed below.”
“Then why do it at all,” Riki said, glaring over his shoulder at the Blondie.
“To leave you wanting.” Iason smirked.
“Fucking prick,” Riki muttered shoving away and standing quickly, only to heavily lean back onto the bed, his legs refusing to give him the strength he needed to walk proudly away.
“If I had my way, you would be incapable of movement.”
Riki grit his teeth at Iason’s amused tone. Forcing back a cutting retort, Riki walked on wobbly legs to the closet and dressed. “What happened below?” he called out.
“The violet-haired mongrel’s assault was worse than I previously was informed.”
Riki frowned. “What did V do?” Not that he could blame V if the mongrel did anything to the asshole. But, if he knew Iason, the Platinum Elite would have been guarded like a motherfucker and his Blondie would have been fucking livid, but he strangely wasn’t…which probably was a concern in itself.
“What Orphe’s mongrel did is of no concern to me. Landon still lives and that is all that matters. However, you are needed to control the rising tempers of your mongrels.”
Riki walked back into the room and stared at Iason as if he grew another head. “You’re not pissed?”
A perfectly shaped pale brow lifted. “Why would I be?”
“Fuck. When aren’t you when shit doesn’t go your way?” Riki huffed.
The Blondie, laying on the bed with his head propped on his hand, looked nothing like Riki would have thought he would be. He was a picture of calm…, which was fucking strange.
“Landon’s despicable actions has annulled any fair prisoner treatment rights he might have had. I may be slightly vexed that my questioning has been delayed because of Orphe, and then his mongrel—”
“Shit, how fucking long was I sleeping?” Riki asked. It’s not like he forgot, but more shit seemed to have happened since he was down there.
“Orphe’s quest for closure—”
Riki snorted, but Iason ignored him and continued talking.
“—happened while we both were unavailable.”
“You mean while you were screwing my brains out.”
Iason smiled and stood. “As I said.”
His body still humming from his climax, and also burned for more than just a handjob, Riki nodded to the door. “Let’s get going. If I know my boys, they ain’t going to rest until all of them has shed Landon’s blood.”
“And once I have all that he can give me, Landon is fair game to everyone,” Iason replied chillingly as he walked out the door.
oOoOoOo
V smiled as the guard yanked his arm, pulling down the hall, through a doorway, and into the rec room/dining hall he’d escaped from nearly an hour ago. He was in trouble. Fuck, it was plan to see by the drops of blood that trailed behind him from his hands and boots, that he’d done something bad. He didn’t give a fuck. They could toss his ass in jail and throw away the key, and he wouldn’t care.
He got what he wanted.
Revenge.
“V, ma man. You think you can help a brother out?”
V jerked his arm free from the guard’s grip. The three people—nurses or something in that field considering the garb they were wearing, and charts in their hands—stared at him with identical expressions of horror. V met their eyes and gave them a wink and a saucy grin. Yeah, he was covered in blood and he did not give a shit. He got his pound of flesh, with double the interest.
“Hey!”
V glanced around, and when his eyes landed on the blond shouting, he laughed into his bloodstained fist and walked over to Rio. “What the hell happened to you?”
Laid out in the middle of the room, wrapped up in a crazy jacket with rope coiled around his legs, the blond grinned up at him. “So, how was it? Did it make all your dreams come true?”
V couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his lips even if he wanted to. “That and more,” he said.
Rio looked him up and down. “You don’t seem worst for wear.”
“Someone helped in evening the playing field,” V said with a shrug.
“You accepted a favor from someone?” Rio tsked in disapproval. “What’s the matter with you, boy? You never leave yourself open like that. What if they demand one of your kidneys or worse, they ask for money?” Rio shuddered.
V rolled his eyes. Whatever that female was, she made it possible for him to lift his head up proudly again. He was under no illusions that he was anywhere near to being back to who he once was, but he felt better. Landon had put up a fight, but without his Elite strength, the Platinum had been no match for him.
“Hey! Are you listening to me? A little help here, motherfucker!”
V blinked back the memory and rolled Rio onto his stomach with his foot. Then watched the blond worm his way to the corner and all but bite into the wall to seat himself upright.
Breathing heavily, Rio took a calming breath before telling V, “thank you”.
“How did you get this way?” V said sitting next to the blond.
“Punishment for “continuously trying to kill people”,” Rio said with a ‘can you believe that lame shit’ look on his face.
“‘Continuously’?” V asked.
“I got jacketed after my small and insignificant fight in the dining area, and then used my masterful skills to charm Jared into setting me free.”
“So how did you get tossed up again?”
Rio snorted. “Fucking crybaby bitches I stabbed—the guards—coughed up an attitude when they saw me again. I mean, they got healed, so why they were pissed, I have no idea—”
“I think I know why,” V said dryly.
“Well, I got in trouble with Jared because they fell and got hurt again.”
V grinned. “What did they fall on?”
“They may or may not have fallen on my fist repeatedly,” Rio said, as if he couldn’t believe he got in trouble for that.
“So why tie up your legs?”
Rio huffed and muttered, “I may have innocently said something about being able to kill without the use of my hands.”
“And?”
“And then gave an unsuccessful demonstration of my awesomeness.”
V laughed. It felt good to laugh again. All his memories of doing so seemed so long ago that he could barely remember them.
“It’s not like I killed anyone.” Rio pouted.
“You’re fucked up worse than I am,” V said shaking his head.
“No, I’m normal compared to my people,” Rio said bumping against his shoulder as he jerked his shoulders in awkward positions, then twist and turned next to him. V forced himself to not move or show how much Rio’s mere touch repulsed him. “You should know. You’ve met them.”
“Even among them you were a freak,” a new voice stated.
“Ha!” Rio waved his free arms as V stood—grabbing Sky’s hand—pulled the mongrel forward and hugged him tightly. The closeness of the other male made V uncomfortable, but he shoved the feeling aside.
“You’re bleeding,” Sky said against his neck and it took all V had to keep from shoving the mongrel away from him.
“It’s not mine,” V said after releasing Sky. “You didn’t have to come down to see me.”
“Didn’t,” Sky said softly as his eyes looked V over—visually checking to see if he had no wounds. “I was already here. Aisha told me you were here. Just like you, I got fucked up by that Elite.”
V stiffened. “What?”
“All y’all bitches got caught,” Rio said as he unwound the rope from his legs.
“All?” V rasped. Dread grabbed ahold of him as his imagination took Rio’s words, and pictured his friends subjected to the same horror he’d been forced to experience.
“Keita and I entered the tunnels,” Sky said. “We were captured not long after.”
V fingered he end of one of Sky’s long blue locks. His own hair was also almost down to his ass, just was Sky’s hair was. “Where is Fidget,” he asked.
“Our boy went native—all wild and shit,” Rio said standing. “They took him to shadow-brain him or something like that.”
V grabbed Sky’s arms to stop him from attacking the blond. V cursed Rio’s inability to show sympathy. “Sky,” he hissed jerking his head in the direction of the guards watching.
“Chill, man. Chill,” Rio said as he shrugged out of the straitjacket. “My little birdies have been singing in my ear since I woke up in this joint. My fabulous bod heals faster than yours—healing pod or not—, so I’ve had more time to roam around.”
“What do you know about Keita?” Sky said. V could see how much the mongrel was restraining himself from beating the info from Rio.
“Fidget was all kinds of messed up,” Rio said. “I was told that his Blondie had to go and Shadow or Sade his mind.”
“What does that mean?” V asked.
“They are ‘dampening’ his memories—aging them so he can better deal with his trauma.”
V and Sky turned after seeing Rio sneer at the person talking behind them. “Who the fuck are you?” V said eyeing the long haired, copper-flecked eyed, male.
“Blondie named Elliot Maress plucked him from Landon’s gutters. He goes by the name Ghost,” Rio told them. “I met him in Midas while pretending to be Riki.” Rio’s eyes and hair turned black for a few seconds before changing back to its natural color.
“Neat little ‘talent’ you got there,” the man, Ghost, said.
“I’m full of party tricks, baby,” Rio replied. “I asked around about you the first, and last, time I saw ya. You’ve got yourself a hefty reputation in the Slums.”
“Never heard of you,” Ghost said dismissively.
“That’s ‘cause I’m damn good at what I do,” Rio countered.
“You’re Ghost?” Sky asked in a tone that had V taking a noticeable step away from the mongrel. He’d only heard Sky use that welcoming and scary friendly tone on a few people in his life, and all of those ‘lucky’ few had ended up wishing they were dead.
“My twin, Fidget, told me about you,” Sky said.
“Sky,” V warned, but the mongrel ignored him and repeated his question to the stranger.
Ghost stared at V’s blood spattered clothing, and the dried blood caked on his hands, before turning his freaky gaze to Sky. “I am,” he said. “I was also with your brother when the Platinum threw him down into and underground cavern, where all of his rejected science experiments were discarded. The ones the Elite deemed too wild to study.”
“You were with him?” Sky asked with a suspicious look on his face.
“We watched each other’s backs, and when Riki joined us, we were even more so capable of defending ourselves from attacks,” Ghost said.
“Riki?” V and Sky turned to look at Rio over their shoulders.
Rio smiled at them. “Hi.”
“Rio, I will beat the shit out of—”
Rio gave him a bewildered look as he walked between Sky and him. “What? I don’t know anything, other than his Blondie whisked him away after he got healed.”
That’s still something! V grit his teeth and forced himself not to punch the blond in the face, not when Blondie after Blondie walked into the room. V stiffened as his eyes met Orphe’s, trying not to squirm as his Elite looked, no doubt, at the blood on him.
“Crap,” Rio muttered. “Jared’s giving me his ‘death glare’. He didn’t really think I’d listen to him and stay in that cuddle jacket, did he?”
V continued to stare at Orphe. His Blondie’s arm held by Raoul, stopping him from coming to him. He tore his eyes off Orphe only when he saw Sky move away. He was half relieved and half suspicious of Sky’s lack of violence toward the man who they knew nearly gutted Fidget. Ghost—a stupid nickname—must have also thought so, because the man’s sharp eyes followed Sky as the mongrel walked away, before he made his way to the farthest corner of the room.
“Fireworks?” Rio asked, practically rubbing his hands in glee at the possibility of a fight.
“More than likely,” V said. Fidget wasn’t one to hold a grudge, but his twin was another matter. Sky—if not properly pacified—was worse than a rabid dog.
“Good,” Rio said. “‘Cause being the only one getting into trouble sucks.”
V’s eyes narrowed as Sky approached a Blondie he vaguely remembered meeting at the one and only Elite party he and the gang had attended. Whatever Sky was thinking of doing, he was a hundred percent sure Ghost would be paying the price Sky felt would come close to being equal to hurting his brother.
TBC…
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Iason/Riki, Raoul/Katze, original characters and novel character pairings.
Parts: 120 of ?
~~**Forever Caged**~~
Riki groaned as the bed dipped. A groan that changed to a throaty moan as Iason slowly pull the sheet off his body, and felt lips kiss his nape and travel down his spine. “No more,” he begged. Iason had fucked him good and hard in the closet, then on their way to the bedroom, then again on the bed. He didn’t have the strength to go another round. He didn’t even have the strength to resist as Iason pulled him closer, molding his back against his chest.
“Can’t you stay away for another half hour?” Riki muttered peaking at the Blondie. “Let me fucking rest.”
“Your lips deny me, but your body sings a different story,” Iason whispered in his ear.
Riki hissed out a breath as Iason palmed his hardened cock while his other hand slid slowly up his chest and rolled his nipple between his fingers. He squeezed his eyes shut as Iason bit and sucked on his earlobe, and cried out as the Blondie’s hand began to stroke his cock with agonizing precision.
There was no way he would not respond to Iason’s touch. He wanted the fucker too much, and Iason had trained his body for years to stir at the slightest caress of his fingertips.
“Come for me.” Iason’s hot breath shot shivers throughout Riki’s heated body. The hand around his cock quickened, and Riki was helpless to stop his hips from thrusting into Iason’s fist. He could feel the need his Blondie had for him pressing hotly on his ass, but Iason reminded fully clothed.
He tried to speak, but all that came out were throaty moans. His panting breaths the only sound in the room. His blunt nails dug into Iason’s arms as the pressure to come overwhelmed him, but the dissatisfaction of not having Iason take him left him feeling empty and burning for more.
Every attempt to reach for Iason blocked. His shameful pleads through clenched teeth ignored. Riki began to struggle in earnest to be free. The hand that plucked tormentingly at his nipples moved around to palm his ass. Riki shouted and his eyes watered as Iason penetrated him with two fingers, thrusting them in and out that soon had Riki cursing the Blondie until Iason silenced him by capturing his lips with his own.
Iason swallowed his cries for fulfillment, and continued to deny Riki what he wanted the most—Iason fucking him. However, his Blondie did not surprisingly leave him to suffer his pleasurable, mind numbing administrations for long. While Iason would have stopped before, when he got close, he continued on—pushing him harder and faster over the edge until he lay breathless and spent in his arms, his seed coating Iason’s hand.
A deep tired moan escaped Riki when Iason slipped his fingers out of him. “Why didn’t you join me for the ride?” Riki asked once he caught his breath and the delicious hum of his orgasm faded.
Iason kissed his shoulder before saying, “If I were to indulge, we would not leave the room for a week. However, we are needed below.”
“Then why do it at all,” Riki said, glaring over his shoulder at the Blondie.
“To leave you wanting.” Iason smirked.
“Fucking prick,” Riki muttered shoving away and standing quickly, only to heavily lean back onto the bed, his legs refusing to give him the strength he needed to walk proudly away.
“If I had my way, you would be incapable of movement.”
Riki grit his teeth at Iason’s amused tone. Forcing back a cutting retort, Riki walked on wobbly legs to the closet and dressed. “What happened below?” he called out.
“The violet-haired mongrel’s assault was worse than I previously was informed.”
Riki frowned. “What did V do?” Not that he could blame V if the mongrel did anything to the asshole. But, if he knew Iason, the Platinum Elite would have been guarded like a motherfucker and his Blondie would have been fucking livid, but he strangely wasn’t…which probably was a concern in itself.
“What Orphe’s mongrel did is of no concern to me. Landon still lives and that is all that matters. However, you are needed to control the rising tempers of your mongrels.”
Riki walked back into the room and stared at Iason as if he grew another head. “You’re not pissed?”
A perfectly shaped pale brow lifted. “Why would I be?”
“Fuck. When aren’t you when shit doesn’t go your way?” Riki huffed.
The Blondie, laying on the bed with his head propped on his hand, looked nothing like Riki would have thought he would be. He was a picture of calm…, which was fucking strange.
“Landon’s despicable actions has annulled any fair prisoner treatment rights he might have had. I may be slightly vexed that my questioning has been delayed because of Orphe, and then his mongrel—”
“Shit, how fucking long was I sleeping?” Riki asked. It’s not like he forgot, but more shit seemed to have happened since he was down there.
“Orphe’s quest for closure—”
Riki snorted, but Iason ignored him and continued talking.
“—happened while we both were unavailable.”
“You mean while you were screwing my brains out.”
Iason smiled and stood. “As I said.”
His body still humming from his climax, and also burned for more than just a handjob, Riki nodded to the door. “Let’s get going. If I know my boys, they ain’t going to rest until all of them has shed Landon’s blood.”
“And once I have all that he can give me, Landon is fair game to everyone,” Iason replied chillingly as he walked out the door.
oOoOoOo
V smiled as the guard yanked his arm, pulling down the hall, through a doorway, and into the rec room/dining hall he’d escaped from nearly an hour ago. He was in trouble. Fuck, it was plan to see by the drops of blood that trailed behind him from his hands and boots, that he’d done something bad. He didn’t give a fuck. They could toss his ass in jail and throw away the key, and he wouldn’t care.
He got what he wanted.
Revenge.
“V, ma man. You think you can help a brother out?”
V jerked his arm free from the guard’s grip. The three people—nurses or something in that field considering the garb they were wearing, and charts in their hands—stared at him with identical expressions of horror. V met their eyes and gave them a wink and a saucy grin. Yeah, he was covered in blood and he did not give a shit. He got his pound of flesh, with double the interest.
“Hey!”
V glanced around, and when his eyes landed on the blond shouting, he laughed into his bloodstained fist and walked over to Rio. “What the hell happened to you?”
Laid out in the middle of the room, wrapped up in a crazy jacket with rope coiled around his legs, the blond grinned up at him. “So, how was it? Did it make all your dreams come true?”
V couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his lips even if he wanted to. “That and more,” he said.
Rio looked him up and down. “You don’t seem worst for wear.”
“Someone helped in evening the playing field,” V said with a shrug.
“You accepted a favor from someone?” Rio tsked in disapproval. “What’s the matter with you, boy? You never leave yourself open like that. What if they demand one of your kidneys or worse, they ask for money?” Rio shuddered.
V rolled his eyes. Whatever that female was, she made it possible for him to lift his head up proudly again. He was under no illusions that he was anywhere near to being back to who he once was, but he felt better. Landon had put up a fight, but without his Elite strength, the Platinum had been no match for him.
“Hey! Are you listening to me? A little help here, motherfucker!”
V blinked back the memory and rolled Rio onto his stomach with his foot. Then watched the blond worm his way to the corner and all but bite into the wall to seat himself upright.
Breathing heavily, Rio took a calming breath before telling V, “thank you”.
“How did you get this way?” V said sitting next to the blond.
“Punishment for “continuously trying to kill people”,” Rio said with a ‘can you believe that lame shit’ look on his face.
“‘Continuously’?” V asked.
“I got jacketed after my small and insignificant fight in the dining area, and then used my masterful skills to charm Jared into setting me free.”
“So how did you get tossed up again?”
Rio snorted. “Fucking crybaby bitches I stabbed—the guards—coughed up an attitude when they saw me again. I mean, they got healed, so why they were pissed, I have no idea—”
“I think I know why,” V said dryly.
“Well, I got in trouble with Jared because they fell and got hurt again.”
V grinned. “What did they fall on?”
“They may or may not have fallen on my fist repeatedly,” Rio said, as if he couldn’t believe he got in trouble for that.
“So why tie up your legs?”
Rio huffed and muttered, “I may have innocently said something about being able to kill without the use of my hands.”
“And?”
“And then gave an unsuccessful demonstration of my awesomeness.”
V laughed. It felt good to laugh again. All his memories of doing so seemed so long ago that he could barely remember them.
“It’s not like I killed anyone.” Rio pouted.
“You’re fucked up worse than I am,” V said shaking his head.
“No, I’m normal compared to my people,” Rio said bumping against his shoulder as he jerked his shoulders in awkward positions, then twist and turned next to him. V forced himself to not move or show how much Rio’s mere touch repulsed him. “You should know. You’ve met them.”
“Even among them you were a freak,” a new voice stated.
“Ha!” Rio waved his free arms as V stood—grabbing Sky’s hand—pulled the mongrel forward and hugged him tightly. The closeness of the other male made V uncomfortable, but he shoved the feeling aside.
“You’re bleeding,” Sky said against his neck and it took all V had to keep from shoving the mongrel away from him.
“It’s not mine,” V said after releasing Sky. “You didn’t have to come down to see me.”
“Didn’t,” Sky said softly as his eyes looked V over—visually checking to see if he had no wounds. “I was already here. Aisha told me you were here. Just like you, I got fucked up by that Elite.”
V stiffened. “What?”
“All y’all bitches got caught,” Rio said as he unwound the rope from his legs.
“All?” V rasped. Dread grabbed ahold of him as his imagination took Rio’s words, and pictured his friends subjected to the same horror he’d been forced to experience.
“Keita and I entered the tunnels,” Sky said. “We were captured not long after.”
V fingered he end of one of Sky’s long blue locks. His own hair was also almost down to his ass, just was Sky’s hair was. “Where is Fidget,” he asked.
“Our boy went native—all wild and shit,” Rio said standing. “They took him to shadow-brain him or something like that.”
V grabbed Sky’s arms to stop him from attacking the blond. V cursed Rio’s inability to show sympathy. “Sky,” he hissed jerking his head in the direction of the guards watching.
“Chill, man. Chill,” Rio said as he shrugged out of the straitjacket. “My little birdies have been singing in my ear since I woke up in this joint. My fabulous bod heals faster than yours—healing pod or not—, so I’ve had more time to roam around.”
“What do you know about Keita?” Sky said. V could see how much the mongrel was restraining himself from beating the info from Rio.
“Fidget was all kinds of messed up,” Rio said. “I was told that his Blondie had to go and Shadow or Sade his mind.”
“What does that mean?” V asked.
“They are ‘dampening’ his memories—aging them so he can better deal with his trauma.”
V and Sky turned after seeing Rio sneer at the person talking behind them. “Who the fuck are you?” V said eyeing the long haired, copper-flecked eyed, male.
“Blondie named Elliot Maress plucked him from Landon’s gutters. He goes by the name Ghost,” Rio told them. “I met him in Midas while pretending to be Riki.” Rio’s eyes and hair turned black for a few seconds before changing back to its natural color.
“Neat little ‘talent’ you got there,” the man, Ghost, said.
“I’m full of party tricks, baby,” Rio replied. “I asked around about you the first, and last, time I saw ya. You’ve got yourself a hefty reputation in the Slums.”
“Never heard of you,” Ghost said dismissively.
“That’s ‘cause I’m damn good at what I do,” Rio countered.
“You’re Ghost?” Sky asked in a tone that had V taking a noticeable step away from the mongrel. He’d only heard Sky use that welcoming and scary friendly tone on a few people in his life, and all of those ‘lucky’ few had ended up wishing they were dead.
“My twin, Fidget, told me about you,” Sky said.
“Sky,” V warned, but the mongrel ignored him and repeated his question to the stranger.
Ghost stared at V’s blood spattered clothing, and the dried blood caked on his hands, before turning his freaky gaze to Sky. “I am,” he said. “I was also with your brother when the Platinum threw him down into and underground cavern, where all of his rejected science experiments were discarded. The ones the Elite deemed too wild to study.”
“You were with him?” Sky asked with a suspicious look on his face.
“We watched each other’s backs, and when Riki joined us, we were even more so capable of defending ourselves from attacks,” Ghost said.
“Riki?” V and Sky turned to look at Rio over their shoulders.
Rio smiled at them. “Hi.”
“Rio, I will beat the shit out of—”
Rio gave him a bewildered look as he walked between Sky and him. “What? I don’t know anything, other than his Blondie whisked him away after he got healed.”
That’s still something! V grit his teeth and forced himself not to punch the blond in the face, not when Blondie after Blondie walked into the room. V stiffened as his eyes met Orphe’s, trying not to squirm as his Elite looked, no doubt, at the blood on him.
“Crap,” Rio muttered. “Jared’s giving me his ‘death glare’. He didn’t really think I’d listen to him and stay in that cuddle jacket, did he?”
V continued to stare at Orphe. His Blondie’s arm held by Raoul, stopping him from coming to him. He tore his eyes off Orphe only when he saw Sky move away. He was half relieved and half suspicious of Sky’s lack of violence toward the man who they knew nearly gutted Fidget. Ghost—a stupid nickname—must have also thought so, because the man’s sharp eyes followed Sky as the mongrel walked away, before he made his way to the farthest corner of the room.
“Fireworks?” Rio asked, practically rubbing his hands in glee at the possibility of a fight.
“More than likely,” V said. Fidget wasn’t one to hold a grudge, but his twin was another matter. Sky—if not properly pacified—was worse than a rabid dog.
“Good,” Rio said. “‘Cause being the only one getting into trouble sucks.”
V’s eyes narrowed as Sky approached a Blondie he vaguely remembered meeting at the one and only Elite party he and the gang had attended. Whatever Sky was thinking of doing, he was a hundred percent sure Ghost would be paying the price Sky felt would come close to being equal to hurting his brother.
TBC…