There's Something About Birdstyle

DISCLAIMER: This story is a non-commercial work of fiction based on the anime GATCHAMAN. Original copyright of GATCHAMAN belongs to Tatsunoko Productions and Sandy Frank Entertainment. Absolutely no monetary gain has been made with this work.


THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT BIRDSTYLE
© April 9, 2008 By Rory V. Pascual


PART FIVE

Battered by the driving wind and rain, Joe pressed on deeper and deeper into the forest. Although his birdstyle provided ample protection from the wet and cold, his body shivered in reaction to his gruesome imaginings of what could be happening to his angry teammate in this terrible weather. Reacting to his increasing agitation, a tiny part of his brain veered away from this unpleasant train of thought to ponder upon whether this freakish storm was natural or not. The suddenness by which it appeared already gave him reason for doubt. The unending barrages of lightning and the deafening cracks of thunder made him feel as if he was right smack in the middle of a war zone. Instinct was screaming at him that this was the work of Galactor.

Panting, the Condor paused beneath a tree to catch his breath, only to have a gust of wind send rainwater arching under his visor and into his nostrils, so that he had to wheeze and cough to clear his airways.

Pounding his fist against the tree trunk, Joe scolded himself, // This is not the time to be thinking about Galactor, damn it! Ken could be somewhere out there – sick, hurt or worse – and it's all my fault! //

As he straightened up, the acrid smell of ozone filled the air and static electricity caused the hairs on his arms to stand on end. To his awe, he was starting to glow with a blue aura. That time-honored warning popped into his head – Never seek shelter under a tree in the middle of a lightning storm.

"Oh, shit!" Joe exclaimed as he leaped behind some thick bushes. In his haste to seek cover, he did not notice the winged figure that took off from the treetop.

Just in time. The Condor thought he had suffered a heart attack when a lightning bolt struck the tree he had been standing under and blew it up into fiery splinters.

Furious and frustrated, he emerged from his hiding place and railed at the heavens, "What the fuck was that? Don't tell me you're mad at me too? Gimme a break!"

The lightning flashes in the thick clouds and the low, ominous rumble of thunder were eloquent enough answers.

Clasping his hands together in fervent prayer, Joe begged, "Please don't kill me yet…not until I find Ken and tell him how sorry I am. Maybe…that is, if you're feeling extra generous…maybe you can allow me to score with him, even just a little bit and…"

BOOM!

His face turned as white as a sheet at that sudden explosion of thunder. The Condor shook his head to clear the ringing in his ears.

"All right! I got it! I won't do anything without Ken's consent!" Joe hastily amended his entreaty. "If you don't mind, please make this rain stop so that I could find him? I…I can't forgive myself if anything bad were to happen to him."

To his surprise, as if in answer to his prayer, the rain settled down to a gentle drizzle.

With a wave of gratitude to the sky, the Condor said, "Thanks! Oh, one last teensy weensy favor! Would you be so kind as to point me in the right direction?"

Now that the heavy downpour had ceased, he heard the muffled beeping coming from inside his pocket. His face lit up in joy as he pulled out the prototype bracelet. He had completely forgotten that Ken's birdstyle was still under its control. It would be easy to locate the Eagle with its tracker. Strapping the red bracelet to his right wrist, Joe allowed it to guide him.

The Condor, however, underestimated the tenacity of the Eagle who absolutely did not want to be found. There were moments when the beeping would slow down or stop altogether before starting up again when Joe changed direction. Unfortunately, for Ken, the Condor was just as determined to find him at all cost.

It was at the vicinity of the spring with its small waterfall that the beeping stopped completely. This spring was their favorite hiding place. He and Ken had spent many a summer during their childhood here, swimming and playing in its crystal clear waters. At the memory of those long lost times, his shoulders sagged in weary defeat as he leaned against an oak.

// What am I going to do now? How could I explain what happened to the others? // Joe asked, forlorn. // I'm to blame for all this! If I hadn't been such a damned coward, none of this would've happened, and Ken…// His hands closed into tight fists at his sides. //…We'd still be together, even if we're just friends and comrades-in-arms.//

The memory of the Eagle's smiling face filled his mind, tearing his heart to shreds. "Ken…where are you?" the Condor muttered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "How can I tell you I'm sorry for what I did to you? KEN!!"

Joe was about to punch the tree…when the red bracelet began to beep once more. For a few seconds, he stared in disbelief at Nambu's prototype. Keeping his arm straight forward, he slowly turned in place, noting the changes in the volume and rhythm of the beeping. But, there were only a few young trees and moss-covered rocks in the area, which would be inadequate to conceal a strapping young man. In fact, the only tree big enough to hide him was the oak he was standing underneath and…

The Condor froze where he stood. Something warm and wet fell on the bracelet's titanium face and he saw that it was a drop of blood. To be sure, he raised his right wrist above his head, listening as the steady beeping speeded up to a staccato. Slowly, Joe craned his neck backwards to look up into the tree, his steel gray eyes growing larger and larger as his gaze fell upon the pale, half-moon curve of a…

"OWWW!" Joe cried out, more in surprise than pain as something hit his visor. He glared down at the offending object lying at his feet. "What the…an acorn?"

"BIRD SEED!"

"Huh? What kind of fucked up battle cry is that?"

The Condor, however, did not find it amusing when he was pelted with acorns and pinecones in a variety of shapes and sizes with pinpoint accuracy. And those hard nuts hurt, damn it!

"This isn't funny, Ken! Stop acting like a kid and get down from there!"

"FIRE SEED ATTACK!"

"Now hold on--!"

Joe swept his wings over and around him as he was bombarded by a flurry of flaming nuts. One burning pinecone bounced off the top of his helmet to be followed by an acorn that struck his visor. If he were not wearing his helmet, the smoldering nut would've hit him right in the eye.

Snarling, Joe pulled out his air gun. "Ken, I'm warning you! If you don't quit it right now, I swear to God I'll shoot!"

"BIRD RANG!"

The Condor dropped to the sodden ground as the weapon sailed past his ear. On its return swing, the bird rang almost nicked the side of his neck.

"Damn you! You nearly took my head off!" His temper way past his means to control, Joe did not hesitate and fired the blade and cable through the tree. There was a shocked cry within as his hook caught his quarry. Tugging at the cable, he shouted, "Don't make me pull you down, Ken! Give up peacefully!"

Suddenly, there was no resistance at the other end of his cable. Joe approached the tree cautiously. As he drew near, he could hear the soft sounds of weeping. Looking up, he saw Ken curled up on a stout branch, his face buried in his bent knees. With those white and crimson wings covering his drenched, shivering form, he looked like a lost chick. The blade and cable were wrapped around his right ankle. But what shocked the Condor was the bleeding cut on Ken's leg, just above the gleaming edge of the blade.

"Ken…you're hurt…"

"Joe, if you have any sense of decency left in you," the Eagle said between choked sobs, not looking at him, "you'll change me back right now. Please, Joe! I don't want to be like this!"

If Joe had not been fully aware of the depth of the wound he had inflicted upon Ken's heart, now he was. Even when Ken's father died, never had he heard the Eagle sound so hollow and desolate, as though despair had permeated to the very core of his being. The Condor's conscience nagged him to give in to that plea, to heal that wound.

And for what? To have things go back to the way they were before? Every fiber of his being rebelled at the thought.

Before he even realized he was doing so, Joe spoke his dissension out loud, "No, I won't!" As Ken flinched visibly at those words, he knew that the Eagle had been expecting his acquiescence, and he won't give him that.

Ken looked at him then, his eyes swollen and his flushed cheeks wet with bitter tears. "Why, Joe? Haven't you done enough to me? I know I said that I'm not the angel you believe me to be, but…what is this?" He gestured helplessly to his near naked form. "This isn't anything like the design you showed Hakase and I. This is…for heaven's sake, Joe…I feel so cheap! If this is how you've always seen me – as just a mere sex object, then I don't think I could love you anymore!"

The Condor felt those words like bullets shot through his heart. "I…I understand how you feel," he began, his voice strained with emotion. "I can see how much I've hurt you. But…I don't want to change you back! How can I…when the man I've long dreamed of having is right here, right now. And that he wants me just as much as I want him."

Ken was about to argue, but Joe cut him off. "You say you're not an angel, but to me, you are. I've always seen you as someone I could only love and admire from afar. So noble, so pure. But then, things changed…that night when we were sixteen and you helped me sneak out of the rest house so that I could have a good time in the city. I wasn't lying when I told you that I had met a sexy male hooker who looked just like you. He was dancing on stage, dressed as an angel, almost the same outfit as what you're wearing now, except that yours is…" He let out a wry laugh to hide his growing embarrassment. "Funny thing was he didn't just look like you. The minute he saw my drooling teenaged mug gawking up at him, he stopped dancing and marched down the stage. He hauled my drunken ass off the stool, told the bartender to get me a cup of coffee, and plunked me down at a corner table. He practically chewed my head off that a minor like me would even dare to enter, much more actually drink, in a gay bar – something you would have done. God, he even sounded like you!"

"Then," Ken timidly put in, his curiosity piqued, "nothing happened between you?"

The Condor shook his head. "He told me to save myself for the person I truly love. But…I was never really good in following advice. The bad thing was it was after that night that Hakase announced that he was running tests on the birdstyle prototypes. The first time I saw you in birdstyle, it just sent all these mixed up signals into my head. It was as if you and that angel in the gay bar have become one, transformed into the ultimate lover of my dreams. Since then, I've been going through an endless cycle of brief flings and one night stands to fight these urges, but all these encounters left me hollow and empty inside. The only times I was truly happy was when I was with you. But with the kind of man I've become, how could I even dare to dream to have and to hold, much more to love, the one whom my heart cries out for the most?

"But these recent months," Joe confessed with deep shame, "it has gotten worse. Every time I see you in your birdstyle, I begin to imagine all the things I want to do to you, things that I have done with the nameless woman of the previous night. I felt like I was the lowest form of animal for thinking such impure thoughts about you. That's why I ended up transferring all my shame, anger and frustration upon our uniforms. I sought to change you into the image that would keep you safe from my filthy desires, and yet, I had been indulging in dreams of sating my lust upon you in the form that I found you most sexually alluring. I would have taken this secret fantasy of mine to my grave. I never realized that my own heart would betray me…" He showed the Eagle the red bracelet on his wrist. "…Through this."

Joe could no longer hold back his tears. "It was never my intention to do this to you, Ken. The last thing I wanted was to cheapen you with my dirty desires. For this, I am truly, truly sorry. But I won't be a coward any longer and hide behind the wings of the birdstyle." He humbly lowered his gaze and pressed his right hand over his heart. "This pitiful excuse of a man is offering himself to you – with this shameful body that has given its favors too freely to many and this frivolous heart that has only now come to realize that it can love no other but you."

Lifting his tear-filled eyes up to the Eagle, Joe cried out, "Tu sei il mio angelo, Ken! Non posso vivere senza voi!"

As soon as these words escaped his lips, there was the flapping sound of wings. In a flurry of white and crimson feathers, Ken flew into his arms and buried his face in the Condor's chest.

Joe closed his eyes and sighed in immense relief as he hugged the angel in his arms. In his happiness, he chuckled softly and said, "L'aquila è atterata."

"Idiota!" Ken snapped back. His blue eyes shining with light and love, he commanded, "Vieni que e baciami, Condor."

It was an order that Joe was only too happy to obey. He took off his helmet and let it fall to the ground. Pulling the Eagle close, he kissed him passionately, their lips parting to allow their tongues to clash and taste each other's moist depths.

"Ti amo, Joe…Ti amo, tanto."

"Kimi o ai shiteru, Ken."

~~~~~~~~~~

To Ken, everything around him seemed to have taken on a dream-like quality. Part of it could be attributed to the spring with its sparkling waterfall, which cast a fine white mist upon the place, giving it an aura of magic and peace. Then, there was the man who was kneeling before him, wrapping the cut on his leg with a bandage. There was a frown on Joe's brow, which he was aching to smooth away with his fingertips.

"Ken? Did I do…this…to you?" the Condor carefully cupped the wounded leg. There was the reason for his concern.

"No," Ken reassured him with a shake of his head. "It was a jagged piece of wood, when a lightning bolt struck the tree I was hiding in."

The shocked expression on Joe's face was priceless. "You mean you were there?"

"Uhm hmm. Of all the places you had to stop and rest, it had to be under that tree. I came very close to screaming at you to get lost." Ken shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't know. God must've gotten pissed off with me for acting like a melodramatic fool and wanted you to find me immediately."

"Well, I thought God wanted to kill me!" Joe put in, rubbing his chest as it began to pound at the memory of that near fatal lightning strike. "That was way too close for my comfort!" He reached out to touch a slightly burned feather on the Eagle's left wing. "So that's why you're a little singed around the edges."

Ken laughed lightly at that observation. "I guess it's true what people say – God must really love fools like us."

"I wouldn't put it that way, but yeah. I guess you're right. I'd probably say the same about Nambu-Hakase."

"Hakase? How did he get involved in this?"

The Condor tinkered with the red bracelet on his wrist. "He was the one who gave this to me. In retrospect, I wondered why he did. Hakase never let us do trial runs on his inventions without ordering his engineers to do thorough tests first." Pouting, Joe let out a snort. "He probably wanted to see me make a complete idiot out of myself."

"Are you saying that it's this bracelet that's been causing all those weird transmutations?" the Eagle asked in surprise.

"Partly. It wouldn't work without input from in here." Joe pointed to his head.

Ken glanced down at his all too revealing attire and grimaced. "I'd say it worked wonders with you wearing it." Abiding a perverse urge, he leaned back and stretched, exposing his luscious body to the Condor's full view.

With a cough, Joe turned away and let his eyes roam all over their surroundings. "Who'd ever thought this cozy little nook would still be here?" He ran his fingers over the thick bed of moss beneath them. "Remember? When we were kids, we used to nap here. We'd end up oversleeping and, the next thing we knew, Nambu-Hakase had a search party scouring the woods for us."

"I really felt sorry for Hakase, hearing him calling out our names. He was so worried about us. But, evil brat that you were, you'd hug me tight and clamp a hand over my mouth before I could tell him where we were."

A devilish grin went up the corners of Joe's mouth. "How about we do a little reenactment for old time's sake?"

Ken squealed in surprise as Joe pulled him down from the rock he was sitting on and laid him on the soft moss, taking extra care with the wings on his back. A deep red flush colored his cheeks when the Condor embraced him and soft lips pressed over his mouth.

"Uh…Joe? You never…kissed me…back…then," Ken reminded him in between dainty kisses.

"Nope, but I always wanted to." Fluffing up the Eagle's mane in his palms, Joe nuzzled his face in those soft silk tresses. "Even after all this time, you still smell like baby's breath."

"And your body's just as warm as I remember it, like I'm lying next to a furnace."

"Ken?"

"Hmm?"

"I promised the Big Guy up there…" Joe pointed to the clearing sky. "…That I wouldn't do anything without your consent."

"Consent for what?"

It was the Condor's turn to blush. "Uh…you know."

Ken smiled inwardly. "O-kay…"

"So?" Joe asked expectantly.

"Don't you think you have to get out of your clothes first? This is rather unfair to me. I'm practically naked while you still have your birdstyle on."

"That can be easily remedied. Just give me a sec."

Joe went off a short distance away and shouted, "BIRD GO!" Before the bright aura of transmutation could even diminish, Ken could make out his dark outline as he peeled off his clothes. But when he was done undressing, the Condor stood motionless, gazing off into the trees.

At that moment, the full moon broke through the cover of the clouds, casting an unearthly glow upon the Condor. With his chiseled features in profile and his gloriously naked body gleaming in the moonlight, he was like one of those marble statues in Rome that had endured the ravages of time. And indeed, despite being only eighteen, Joe had been through many trials, which would've broken lesser men.

Seeing his beloved comrade so grave and still gave Ken cause for concern. "Joe? What is it? Is something wrong?"

"Is this just a dream, Ken?" Joe's voice was heavy with dread. "I'm…afraid. What if I turn around and find that you're no longer there?"

// Oh, Joe! // Ken slowly stood up. "Condor…turn around and look at me."

~~~~~~~~~~

Joe heard that soft command, but fear – unlike anything he had ever felt before, even when facing the most evil men of Galactor – was overwhelming him.

"Joe?"

// No! I can't bear it if this is all just a dream! //

There was a mildly exasperated sigh. "If you don't look at me, I swear to God I'll leave you."

The Condor whirled around then, only to gasp at the ethereal vision before him.

Ken was standing at the edge of the spring, surrounded by white mist. Both arms were raised to him invitingly. Because the storm had abated, tiny fireflies hovered around him. With his beautiful wings unfurled, revealing his jewel-ornamented body, he was truly a sight for a yearning heart.

Joe took one step towards that beckoning figure…then another…and another. Apprehension, however, made him pause just a few feet away from the other man. It was Ken who reached out and pulled him close so that they were standing face to face.

"Tell me, Joe," Ken whispered huskily, giving him a teasing kiss. "How real do you want me to make it for you?"

The long, graceful fingers that carded through his nape-length locks with desperate urgency were painfully real to the Condor. That, and the pressure of full lips upon his mouth, demanding his heated response, which he was only too eager to give. If it were possible, Joe would have sucked out Ken's soul with every intake of air. Instead, he contented himself with nibbling at that pouty lower lip and insinuating his tongue inside that sweet mouth to taste the delectable juices within.

It was Ken who pulled away first, as though burned by the ignited passions in his lover. His cheeks were flushed and lips swollen from the demanding kisses. Seeing him draw tiny gasps of air through the opening between his lips, Joe would have plundered that mouth again.

But the Eagle had something else in mind.

"Look into my eyes, Joe."

Obeying this command, the Condor found himself mesmerized by shimmering limpid pools that have become the midnight blue of the rolling ocean. Like a graceful wave or a flirty mermaid, Ken undulated his body forward to press his fevered skin lightly upon Joe's flesh, and then drew back before his lover could react to that whisper of a touch. Joe moaned as hardened nipples brushed against his own taut nubs, engaging in little kisses of their own. Wanting to grind those teasing tits against the firmness of his chest, he made to pull the Eagle to him. Ken, however, shied away, but not before giving the Condor's groin a nudge with his own growing member.

"K…Ken…"

"No, not yet. Not until I've had my fill of you."

The Eagle wrapped his arms around Joe, bending his elbows at the back and his hands reaching up to grip those strong shoulders. Joe gulped hard as a lascivious tongue moistened the Cupid's bow of Ken's lips. Pressing himself fully to Joe's body, Ken slid down – the Condor gasping as erect nipples drew lines on his skin – and his mouth latched on to a turgid tip. Joe could not stifle his whimpers of delight, as Ken moved from one hard pebble to the other, nibbling and suckling greedily upon them. Tiring of this sport, the Eagle moved even lower, bestowing butterfly kisses upon Joe's quivering abdomen and poking at the hollow of his navel with the tip of his tongue.

When tentative fingers cradled his erection, Joe knew what was about to happen next. It did not help any that Ken was gazing with intense fascination at his oozing cock.

"Ken…" Joe mumbled, his voice strained at the effort of keeping his tightening balls from firing its load at that pretty face. Just keeping his knees from buckling under him was a Herculean task. "Ken…I don't think you should do this."

Noticing the trembling in the Condor's lean legs, Ken pushed him down on the rock and knelt between the spread knees.

With a bat of those obscenely long eyelashes and a knowing smile curling up the corners of his lips, the Eagle remarked, "Joe…I may be a virgin, but it doesn't mean I'm innocent. Besides…you're not the only one with secret fantasies. Let me indulge in mine."

The Condor bit down on his lip to stop the cry that was rising up his throat, as Ken pressed his lips to the blunt head of his cock, his tongue licking and swirling along its length. At the lingual tribute being paid to his burgeoning erection, Joe's breathing became heavy and labored. When Ken drew in a deep breath and swallowed him down to the root, Joe abandoned all control. Gripping the back of the Eagle's head, he thrust inside the furnace of Ken's silken throat, feeling it constrict convulsively around his rod. He did not want to come inside that sweet mouth. But when Ken let his tongue slide along his cock, Joe spilled his seed in a seemingly endless gush. Even when he was released, he continued to spurt his juices – some spattering on the Eagle's cheek. Ken even held his shooting member in his hand and let the come spill on his chest and belly.

Panting for air, Joe looked at Ken, awe-struck. "Where did you learn to do that? You've got a mouth that would put a hooker to shame."

"Should I take that as a compliment?" Ken asked smugly, rubbing his lover's come all over his body. Winking, he licked away the trickle of semen from the corner of his mouth. "I think I've done this to you a hundred times in my dreams. Nothing beats reality though."

Growling at that shameless teasing, Joe thumped the Eagle on the sternum with the heel of his hand and sent him tumbling down onto the bed of moss. Ken pursed his full lips into a shy smile as he lay back. With his long, chocolate tresses fanning out in waves, his jewel-bedecked body glistening with sweat and come, and his wings spread out behind him, to Joe, Ken looked like a tasty feast waiting to be partaken by the starving. And the Condor was practically ravenous.

But after the brazen flirting that the Eagle had given him, turnabout was fair play.

Smacking his lips hungrily, Joe raised his right wrist to show the red bracelet to his wide eyed lover and murmured ominously, "My turn now."

~~~~~~~~~~

"Oh god, Joe! What are you…Ohhhh!"

"Did you like that, my sweet? Here's some more."

Ken was writhing on the ground, his body being stimulated to pleasurable, sometimes painful, heights by his birdstyle. Joe stood above him – manipulating the transmutating costume with his mind and the red bracelet – enthralled by the responses he was eliciting from his virgin lover.

The Condor couldn't help but chuckle, as Ken let out a luscious moan from just a mere brush of a wing feather along his flank. "And I thought I was the only one getting turned on by my birdstyle whenever we transmute."

"You should…talk…to Hakase," the Eagle spoke between little gasps. "Ask him…to give you…the readout…Aaaaah…prototype tests."

"What? And have it spoil my fun?" Joe cocked an eyebrow up. "Nothing beats the thrill of discovery."

When the Condor pinched his fingers, Ken's body arched upwards as the talon clamps squeezed his nipples. More graceful strokes in the air, and the chain sheath tightened around his cock, making it as hard as iron.

"Joe, please! I can't take any more of this torment!"

"Oh, but I've only just begun!"

Through passion-clouded eyes, the Eagle watched as his lover straddled him. With his arms kept pinned above his head by the birdstyle, he could only weep and twist his body as Joe bent down to lap the come from his chest and suckle upon his trapped tits. It was a small act of mercy when Joe released the clamps, but the pressure of his lips and the swirling of his tongue were more efficient implements of sexual torture. Searing heat suffused his breasts, causing his cherry red nipples to jut into aching points that tingled as the Condor spoke dirty little things to him.

"If you were a woman," Joe began, pulling Ken's chest towards his ravenous mouth, "I'd have you spurting milk right about now."

"If you keep doing that, you just might," Ken shuddered all over as the Condor nipped a tight nub between his teeth.

A callused hand stroked his member that the Eagle hissed under his breath. "It looks like this big guy is about to do just that." Joe made a dismissing gesture with his hands. "Enough of the games! EAGLE GO!"

Ken shut his eyes against the glare of transmutation. He sighed in relief as he felt his birdstyle slip away from his body, possibly changing back into his civvies a short distance away. However, this only exposed him completely to the predator who was determined to have his wicked way with him.

Baby blue eyes flew wide as his member made contact with an unexpected obstacle. He beheld Joe above him – his face flushed, hand gripping the Eagle's cock, which was poised beneath the opening between his legs.

"Joe, wait! Shouldn't I…prepare…you first?"

"Don't worry. Always…wanted…to do this."

"But…you haven't done this before, have you?"

Love shone in the Condor's gray eyes as he whispered, "You're not the only virgin in the Kagaku Ninjatai."

With teeth gritted, Joe eased down on the Eagle's hard rod. Ken could feel his lover tighten instinctively against the invasion. Although his brow was furrowed from intense concentration as he sank lower and lower, Ken could see that it was causing him great pain.

"Joe, that's enough! It's hurting you too much!"

"No! Can't stop now!" the Condor said stubbornly. "Work with me, Ken. Please!"

Not knowing what else to do, Ken thrust upwards into that straining body. At first, there was resistance and then he just slid in completely, eliciting a cry of relief and pleasure from Joe. With all restrictions gone, Joe bounced up and down along the Eagle's erection. For his part, Ken moved at the same relentless rhythm that the Condor had set. Being inside Joe, driving him wild with pleasure with every thrust…Ken wanted to prolong the experience. But what was left for them to do after reaching the peak?

Ken flung his head backwards, his body arching like a bow, as he came inside Joe, filling him over and over again. When he fell back, weary but spent, he felt his lover pull away, blood and semen trickling from his ass.

"Oh, Joe! You're bleeding!"

"It's all right. But…I want…"

It was then that Ken saw that Joe was holding his hard cock in a death grip. Smiling, he spread his legs wide.

"I belong to you, Condor. Do what you will with me."

Joe still possessed some self-restraint to spread the pre-come that oozed from the slit of his erection. With a savage grunt, he pushed his hips forward and shoved the blunt tip past the ring of constricting muscle in the Eagle's ass.

Ken couldn't stop himself from letting out an agonized scream as muscles were torn and membranes abraded. At his cry, he felt Joe enfold him in his arms, a warm cheek pressed against his tear-streaked face.

"I'm sorry, Ken," whispered Joe, kissing his cheek again and again. "I'm sorry."

"I…I'm okay," the Eagle said reassuringly, although he could feel the rawness in his ass. "Don't stop now. I need…to feel you…inside me. Please! Give me more!"

The Condor knew that his lover was putting up a brave front for him. Brushing away Ken's tears with his thumbs, he swore, "No more pain. I promise."

And Joe made good on his word. Ken sobbed in delight as, inch-by-inch, the Condor sheathed himself. Many times, the head would grind against his prostate, causing rainbow-colored lights to flash before his eyes. Before long, they were joined together – one living, breathing organism with two hearts that beat in unison. Only one thing left to do to mark the total union of their bodies.

It was Ken who initiated the final act of their passion play by signaling the Condor on top of him with a not-so-subtle jerk of his hips. Joe needed no further encouragement than that as he began to move – his minute thrusts gaining in strength, speed and power until he was virtually rocking the lithe body beneath him. Mindful of the Eagle's need for release, Joe stroked his member as though he were holding the clutch of his car. Ken was in the throes of ecstasy as he held on to his lover with both arms and legs. This was what it felt like to be the G-2 – to be driven to the very edge of the horizon by a master driver.

With a tear-filled cry, Ken spilled his essence into the Condor's hand and between their gliding bellies. Joe tried to fight against the inevitable, the girth of his cock expanding to bursting point.

"Hang on!" he said hoarsely in the Eagle's ear.

With one mighty jerk and a victorious cry, Joe slammed Ken onto his lap, impaling him completely. As he did so, his seed gushed like a fountain within the depths of Ken's lower belly. For several earth-shattering moments, he held onto his lover until the eruptions of his dwindling rod subsided. Compared to his necessary roughness earlier, the Condor took great care in laying Ken back down on the cool moss, his body moving along in order to make sure that they remained joined.

Sweat trickling from his brow, Joe brushed away the wet strands of hair on Ken's cheek and gave him a most tender kiss.

"Cara mia, ti voglio bene. Vorrei tras correre tutta la mia con te."

The Eagle giggled at those passionate words. "Silly Italian boy! Always saying the most romantic things!"

"Why?" Joe gave him a dark scowl. "Don't you like it?"

"I do, but…you're supposed to back it up with action, and you look like you're about to fall asleep on me."

Groaning, the Condor plunked his head on his lover's breastbone. "Great! Now, he's insatiable!"

"Did you say something?"

Sighing, Joe muttered, "Please do tell me what you want from me."

Pretty blue eyes gazed down at him, as his rousing member was given a tentative squeeze.

"Motto, motto!" said Ken eagerly, a playful tongue caught between even pearly white teeth.

Joe pinched Ken's nose. "Greedy little Japanese boy! I need more encouragement than that!"

"Uhm, then how about…Il mio cuore è voi."

The Condor bent down to take his lover into his embrace. Smiling, he murmured, "Yes, that'll do."

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"God bless Nambu-Hakase for inventing birdstyles!"

The two lovers lay in sated bliss on their moss bed, the waterfall spraying droplets of water upon their bodies.

"Changed your mind, huh?" Ken asked, giving the Condor a wry look.

"Well, not completely," Joe said with a pout. "If anyone should give you a horny look while you're wearing your birdstyle, I'll poke his or her eye out with a feather shuriken."

"Joe, by your own admission, you're the only one who's been throwing horny looks at me."

"Yeah, probably because everyone's peeping at Jun's panties."

Ken rapped his lover on the forehead. "Don't start that again! You want Jun to kill you?"

"Don't you know? I'm practically a walking dead man." The Condor ran his palm acquisitively over Ken's buttock. "If she finds out what I did to you…"

Taking Joe's hand off his ass by the tip of his index finger, the Eagle pursed his lips at the red bracelet on his wrist. "And what are you going to do with that?"

"Oh, this? I thought I'd hang on to it for a while. It certainly did wonders for my love life!"

"If you're not going to return it to Hakase, you should let me borrow it from time to time. My sex life needs spicing up."

"Hah! If you think I'm going to subject myself to the lurid fantasies of a pervy ex-virgin like you, you've got another thing coming!"

"You're so unfair, Joe!"

"So sue me!" Chuckling, the Condor laid his tousled head on Ken's chest, his finger toying with a swollen nipple, which caused his lover to flinch. "Besides, I'm not the one who's got an overly sensitive body."

"Hmmph!" Ken glared down at Joe. "Are you purring again? Jeez, you really are a cat! The hairballs in your throat are sending vibrations throughout my body!"

"I don't have a hairball!"

It was then that they realized that the vibrations were coming from above, specifically from the droning engines of a descending God Phoenix. Its exhausts whipped tree branches and leaves into a frenzy. With no clothes close to hand to cover their nakedness, the two lovers lay frozen in place with arms wrapped around each other.

Jinpei announced with great pride over the communicator of their bracelets, "Guess what, Joe, Aniki? We destroyed Galactor's weather-changing mecha! Just the three of us! Looks like you two will become dispensable very soon! Ha ha ha!"

"Since we were in the area," Ryu put in, "we thought we'd check up on you guys. Did you miss us?"

"Hold on!" Jun's voice was dripping with suspicion. "What are you two doing out here and why are you…"

There was a shocked gasp from the Swallow. "Holy crap! They're NAKED!"

Brief sounds of a struggle followed, with Jun yelling, "Close your eyes! You're just a kid!"

But the Owl declared aloud a startling observation that Jinpei missed. "Is that…blood? And on both of them too!"

"Blood? Where? Where?"

"Shut up, Jinpei!"

"On their butts!"

"Why did you have to answer him, Ryu?"

"Man o man!" It was hard to miss the mixed delight and disgust in the Swallow's words. "Joe and Ken 'devirginized' each other! Poor Aniki! He must've been victimized first by the horny Condor!"

"For your information," Joe yelled into his communicator as he pointed at the Eagle, "it was this guy who did me first!"

"Is something still wrong with your head, Joe?" Ken asked dryly. "If I remember correctly, you did it yourself, using me."

"Joe Asakura, how could you!" Jun cried in dismay and despair. "It's not enough that you've been swiving every woman available in Utoland! You had to steal away the only available bachelor left to me in the ISO!"

"I'm still here," Ryu pointed out to her.

"Give me a few more years," Jinpei exclaimed. "I'll be a gorgeous hunk like Aniki in no time!"

"NOOOOOO!"

Nambu's stern voice interrupted their exchange. "Jun, Jinpei, Ryu…I've been wondering where you disappeared to. Head back to base immediately!"

"Yes, sir!" the three members of the Kagaku Ninjatai responded in unison, the Swan rather halfheartedly.

"We'll see you later, Aniki, Joe!"

"Yes, I will //definitely// see you later, Joe! You can count on that!"

"You guys enjoy each other, okay?"

As the God Phoenix took off, Jun was screeching, "Ryu Nakanishi, don't say stuff like that! They don't need any more encouragement from you!"

When the God Phoenix was but a mere speck in the sky, there was a throaty rumble on their communicators.

"Well, Ken?" Nambu tried to sound professional, but those two words were enough to convey his interest in learning the juicy details.

Ken's answer was to hug the Condor and say simply, "I'm very, very happy, Hakase."

"Joe, I'm expecting that you'll make an honest man out of my best friend's son."

"You don't have to worry about a thing, sir," Joe said in reassurance. "You could say that we're strongly committed to each other."

"That's good to hear. I'll give you three more days of R 'n R, and then I want you to report back to Crescent Coral. And Joe, I want you to return the prototype."

"Do I have to?" the Condor whined pathetically.

"The reason why the weather-changing mecha happened to be in your area was because you were sending off radio signals that were easily tracked by Galactor. If you're going to use it, do so within the protective shields of the base."

Ken's jaw dropped at that last. "You mean you're still going to let him use it?"

Nambu cleared his throat. "Oh, and one last thing, boys! When you get back, make sure that you two are able to walk straight. Nambu out!"

The two lovers gaped at their bracelets in surprise.

Laughing, Joe swept Ken into his embrace, bestowing a passionate kiss upon those lovely lips.

"Who needs to walk," he said happily, "when I could fly with an angel!"


***OWARI***

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TRANSLATION

1. Italian: "Tu sei il mio angelo, Ken! Non posso vivere senza voi!" = "You are my angel, Ken! I can't live without you!"

2. Italian: "L'aquila è atterata." = "The Eagle has landed."

3. Italian: "Idiota! Vieni que e baciami, Condor." = "Idiot! Come here and kiss me, Condor."

4. Italian: "Ti amo, Joe…Ti amo, tanto." = "I love you, Joe…I love you so much."

5. Japanese: "Kimi o ai shiteru, Ken." = "I love you, Ken."

6. Italian: "Cara mia, ti voglio bene. Vorrei tras correre tutta la mia con te." = "My darling, I love you. I would like to spend all my life with you."

7. Japanese: "Motto, motto!" = "More, more!"

8. Italian: "Il mio cuore è voi." = "My heart is for you."