Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Totalled ❯ Wild Blue ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3: Wild Blue

 

The Wild Blue Yonder hadn't changed much. The drive over in the ground car had taken me out of the calm stillness of the suburbs back into the inner city jungle. The change in aura was a palpable thing. Soon, the streets were littered with brunt out transport hulls and a permanent grey cast of pollution. I parked the black car in front of the bar and stepped out, taking a deep breath. There was a stench of raw sewage in the air, mixed with chemicals from old industrial sites. It felt good to be home.

 

 

The noise in the bar had dropped to nothing when the patrons saw the black uniform. I had debated on whether to change into civvies but I was a ghost around these parts now. As an ex-trooper I probably would get left out of the conversation, but as Internal, I could force cooperation. And I knew Tesa. It was likely now that I would find nothing of the Fringe group at the site when I tracked down whatever the information was in that file. Still any access would have left a slight signature trail that I would be able to lock in the security core and then just wait for it to show up again when they tapped back in. But first I needed that connection.

 

I walked forward well aware that all eyes were on me now. I know I looked like something that had been run over repeatedly but IA black was better than full attack body armour. You mess with IA, you disappeared.

 

Jerr was sitting at the bar with his hands full of licensed woman; he ignored me completely until I tapped him on the shoulder.

"Frag off."

 

The licensed hooker opened her eyes and stared at the silver death heads at my neck. "Jerr..." She squirmed out of his hands and conveniently disappeared toward the ladies room in the back.

 

"I paid that..." He turned around and saw me, "Oh my god Harry...." He broke out into a genuine smile and grabbed me in a hard hug. He planted a kiss on my lips and slipped me a bit of tongue. It was good to be home. I could always count on Jerr to do exactly what he was thinking at the time he was thinking it. He pushed me back slightly then his face dropped when he saw my uniform.

 

"Sir..." He couldn't back up from me quick enough.

 

"Have you still got that linkup?"

 

His face paled.

 

"Come with me."

 

I heard movement behind me. Pulling my standard issue detonator, I held it up so everyone could see. "Any interference in this matter will be met with strong resistance."

 

The familiar faces hardened but backed off. I had wondered about Internal and it's high explosive rate, but now I knew. Incidental explosions like the one I was threatening was the only way an Agent could choose his own ending. As a Trooper, I never understood how someone could do that, but here I was ready to do that same thing...may God have mercy on my soul. If there is one and if I have any left. I was calm as I looked out over my old acquaintances. I would actually detonate if I were forced to. They said nothing as I past them. Jerr was stiff in my hold.

 

"I've done nothing illegal...nothing worth Internal notice anyway."

 

"Shut up." I returned quietly. I needed a telcom link up that was scrambled enough not to get picked up. Casually, I had peeked in on old friends files and most of them were without any red flags. There was no mention of this blacklisted link at all. Still, if the heads were gonnea roll, Jerr would have nothing to do with it.

 

"Frag....Sir..." Sweat was pouring down Jerr's red face. The stench of Johnny Walker filled my transport.

 

"All I need from you is access to the link up. After that you can go."

 

Jerr's brown eyes looked over at me, shocked that a blackshirt would even dare to speak comforting words. "Milty..."

 

"Jerr, Don't...you don't need to be mixed up with me any more than necessary. Everyone saw me force you of the bar - so right now you*re clear. I*m a walking dead man right now."

 

"You dropped out of sight all of a sudden. The Captain cleared out your locker and never said anything about it. We all thought that that fringe girl took you out. You broke my heart, man."

 

"Anderson was a good Trooper."

 

Jerr's voice grew stronger and more confident, "You scared the hell out of me, parading around in that costume."

 

"It ain't a costume."

 

 

"You're fragging me, Milty."

 

"I disappeared because Internal Affairs offered me a promotion that I couldn't refuse."

 

"You are IA." The fear was returning.

 

"I need your link up. Mine is monitored. You just get me in and then walk away. If anything comes down, you can say that I forced you. Everyone in the bar will back you up."

 

Jerr was quiet for a moment, "Back in the bar, that was a real bomb?"

 

Uncomfortably I nodded.

 

"You wouldn't have..."

 

I kept quiet.

 

"Frag you Milty!"

 

"It isn't like the Force, Jerr. You do what you're told and watch your back from every side. Once you're in, the only way out is 'with honours'." Every trooper who died in the line of duty was laid to ground with a full honour guard standing watch. Over the years the term 'with honours" took on the tone of a violent and messy death. Even a new cadet knew that 'with honours' was not the way to go. "This isn't a game, Jerr. If my DC tracks the link, Re-Education will be the least of your worries."

 

"Remember back in 2032, we were pinned down by that smokejunkie. He took off my arm. Harry, I would have died out there. I owe you."

 

"I didn't save your life to have you throw it away."

 

"Who says, I'm throwing it away."

 

"Internal doesn't play around."

 

"You don't mess around with Trooper's either. Don't worry about me Milty. If it comes down between you and me you can bet your balls that I'll be rooting for me."

 

Honesty was a freshness. Jerr reached into his flak armour and pulled out a small bottle of whisky. "It ain't got the kick of Smooth but it will curl your toes." He offered it sincerely. It didn't have the strong kick but it did burn the back of my throat. Gagging I handed it over. “You know it's going to cost you.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“You got a problem with that, IA boy?”

 

I shook my head, *I need a medic...a good one.*

 

*I take it you want it hush hush, Halliwell is still operating out of the core. You might want to change though. He isn*t too fond of blackshirts. What the hell happened to your face? You run into a wall.*

 

*Yeah.*

 

Jerr took another swig, *Yah, that wall must have been pretty damn art new-voe. Those bruises look like a hand prints. You need to get yourself a boytoy Harry, we ain*t getting any younger and getting smacked around never was any fun anyway....or did you pay for it?*

 

*What? Does everyone thing I*m into pain? You*re the second one today.*

 

*You seem to be attracting the wrong type of people. Maybe it*s the image you*re projecting...* I reached down and flicked on another smokestick, *When the hell did you start that?*

 

*What? Getting my ass kicked then raped?*

 

*You were...*

 

*No....it didn*t get that far.*

 

*That bastard will get what*s coming to him...*

 

*He already did....he was retired yesterday.*

 

 

*Retired! He was IA?*

 

*My partner....*I took a long drag on the smokestick.

 

*Your partner fragged you over like this? Christ, you have all the luck. First Anderson now this guy. You got a jinx on you Milty. Stop off at my place, I*ll get you a change of clothes then we*ll get you fixed up.*

 

*I missed you, Jerr.*

 

*Are you going to get all mushy on me? Or do I back hand you now.*

 

*Frag you.*

 

"You know the way, Milty."

 

I felt like a new man after visiting Halliwell. The pain pills helped a hell of a lot too.

 

We ended up back at Jerr's place. We tore into each other like it was only yesterday instead of a full year. We had started as Cadets together. Comfort was hard to find in the program and when we did hook up it got us through the hard times. Fragging Jerr was so easy. We had a rythym that never seemed to falter no matter what the hell we were going through.

 

“You owe me a frag, Milty. That whore was prepaid.”

 

“You hear me complaining? Just, stay away from the bruises.”

 

“You should have done something sooner before it got to that point. Shit man, I know you got balls of steel but even you should know when the hell to get out.”

 

I reached out and dragged Jerr closer by the scruff of his neck. I was taller but I always took it from him. Even at the beginning, I bent over for him. “I want to do you.”

 

“What?”

 

“You heard me.”

 

“I've always..”

 

“I need to, Jerr. You don't realize how badly I need to be seme right now.”

 

“I haven't taken it in years…”

 

“I'll be gentle.”

 

“Frag you will. I've been whoring with you for 10 years, gentle you ain't.”

 

“It's different now.” I kissed him. “Everything's different now.” I ran the backs of my knuckles against his cheek. I knew the difference because I hadn't got it. I don't care if your inner city or suburban chic, nobody needs to get fragged like that. Tesa taught me that. Rex taught me that. I've never claimed to be super smart but I finally got that lesson beaten into my ass.

 

“Baby…if you can't…I'll bend over, but…”

 

“Something ain't right with you, Milty.”

 

I felt my eyes burn. “Somethings haven't be right in a year, Jerr.”

 

“Relax…let me take care of you. You kept me alive that night. Let me return the favour.” Jerr unbuttoned the shirt he had given me. He kept his eyes on me as more and more bruising was exposed. “He's fragging lucky to be dead. No body does this to you. Relax….let Jerr make it all better.”

 

I closed my eyes as he ran his hand along the edges of my bruises. “Frag, Milty…” I tensed as warm lips touched my skin. I ran my hands up and grabbed his hair.

 

“Be gentle, get gentle.”

 

I loosened my hold. Jerr worked his way back up my neck, licking my jaw and moving back to my mouth. He worked his tongue into me, sweetly. One hand dropped to my waist, the other cupped the back of my head. Tenderness. I didn't think Jerr knew it.

 

It wasn't what I wanted. He teased me. His fingers ghosted my bare skin. I shivered No…this wasn't what I wanted.

 

I bit his ear and pulled his hair. “Ramp it up.”

 

Jerr stilled for a moment. Maybe he didn't hear me. He took me down hard and fast. My reaction time was too damn so. He had me pinned to the carpet. Frag, he locked a restrainer on my wrist. He tried to knee him hard in in the back but he slid around on my body like a ultimate fighter. A second restrainer snapped closed and he hit the activation button. I cried out as my wrists were wrenched back together by the electrical bond between them.

 

I had given him permission so technically it wasn't rape. I fought him…I used to win back in the Trooper days. That was then; this was now. I ended up with a submission collar on my neck kneeing at the activated submission post The top of my head rested on the floor. The back of my neck was soldered to the post trapping me on my knees. Jerr has taken my locked wrists and slammed up on the post the electric field freezing them there. I was stretched out and arched from my neck to my wrists. I couldn't even struggle now.

 

“Frag you…you…”

 

“You're the one who's a sadistic frag. You think I like doing this to you? I preferred the gentle days. But if this type of shit it what you need. ” He stripped my pants down my hips and rammed his erection hard into me.

 

I screamed. There was little else to do but endure. I couldn't shift, I couldn't buck. I gritted my teeth and moaned in as he ravaged my ass. He slammed forward and battered my neck and shoulders against the post. He was rougher than I remember. Colder. Maybe it was me. Rex had ripped me wide in our one hellish year. Even before he lost it to Mechshine, he was a rough fragging asshole. He wanted cuddles and kisses after her was done but I found that every more fucked up.

 

Jerr was fragging me worse than a regulated whore. I found joy in that. I was mind fragged. I gritted my teeth, let small groans and grunts rattle out of my chest as I took it hard and deep. Jerr finally lost it and jetted into my abused hole. His hands turned into claws and raked my back as he started his climax. The pain made me tense up around him. He groaned his release into my backside.

 

He pulled out and walked away. I hung from my wrists, gasped for air and closed my eyes. He left me there until his cum began escaping my open wound. I jumped as he wiped me clean. “You want me to finish you off, or do you want to me to frag you some more.”

 

“Get me off and let me go.”

 

“One thing at a time, pretty boy.” Jerr finished pulling off my pants, knelt between my legs then reached forward and stroked me with slow even strokes. Pleading didn't speed him up. Threats didn't work either. The blood pulsed in my head. I knew my face was crimson with the flush of effort it took to stay upside down. Jerr finally decided I had enough, or I was making too much noise. He lay on his back, shimmied under me and sucked my cock. He elbowed my knees wide and controlled everything. The depths of his mouth, the buck of my hips. I couldn't hold out. I came hard in his mouth. Jerr didn't swallow. He slammed at the power button of the post and I collapsed in a worn out heap. Jerr grabbed me by the submission collar and pulled me upright, right to his mouth. Jerr didn't swallow, but I did. He fed me my own spunk, pushing it into my mouth and stroking my neck with one knuckle until I swallowed it. It wasn't until I had eaten everything did he unlock my wrists.

 

My shoulders were killing me. My neck was stiff. Need I say it, my asshole was screaming.

 

I looked over at Jerr. He picked up a smokestick flicked the starter at the tip and handed it over. “You're not right, Milty.”

 

I took a long drag then blew it into the air. “I know.” We sat in silence and just let the darkness get a little darker. I tapped off the ash. “I know.”