Outlaw Star Fan Fiction ❯ Revenge ❯ Chapter 14

Revenge Part 14

Warnings:

violence, shonen ai, lime

Suzuka walked down the road with her usual quiet grace. Behind her followed the overburdened Ashia Clan-Clan carrying groceries.

"Suzie?" Ashia whined.

"Yes." sighed Suzuka.

"Do you think Melfina will have dinner ready when we get back? I'm starving!"

Suzuka resisted the urge to bury her face in her hands."I've explained it before. We went to the store because she needed a few ingredients to finish dinner."

"Oh." Ashia replied as her ears dropped. "Are you sure? Cause I'm really hungry." Ashia's stomach growled to punctuate her statement.

A corner of Suzuka's eye twitched. "Yes, I'm sure, and we're only a block away. So the sooner we get there the sooner you'll get feed."

Ashia's ears perked up again. "What are we waiting for!" She then marched with knew found energy.

Suzuka sighed in exasperation, and followed the simple minded Catarl-Catarl. As the two women were about to turn on the street a loud bang echoed in the neighborhood. Both women stopped in their tracks, and Suzuka's hand reached for her sword. Ashia's ears twitched. "That was Melfina's gun."

Suzuka's hands rested on her sword even when she ran like lightning. Beside her Ashia abandoned the groceries, and ran with a gate resembling a jungle cat. The light tapping of Suzuka's feet, and Ashia's light growls stopped as surprise took them when they found Ron MacDougle strangling Melfina.

Ron did not have time to react to the women's presence before Ashia came running. Powerful claws came down across Ron's face, and sent him down to the ground. Melfina fell gasping, and her hand came to soothe her own throat.

"Melfina." Suzuka cried, and ran to her side. "Are you all right?"

Desperately sucking in air Melfina nodded, and answered breathlessly. "I will be, but my wrist is broken."

Suzuka nodded, and rose to her feet. As she turned to aid Ashia, Ron loaded his caster.

"Good bye." Ron told the charging Catral-Catral, and he pulled the trigger. The arcane spell gun whined, and a blue blast of energy hit Ashia in the chest.

Ashia screamed when the intense heat and power of the magic threw her backwards.

Suzuka watched her friend fall and Ron run away. Turning to Melfina she spoke briskly. "Take care of Ashia, Mel. I'm going after him."

Melfina stood up as Suzuka turned around. "What about Gene?"

Suzuka stopped and looked at Melfina with a sad expression. "If I wait for him MacDougle will get away, and Gene has pushed himself too hard the past week. He will only be a liability in a fight."

Suzuka looked up at the falling sun. " It is almost twilight, and I have a job to do."

Suzuka disappeared into the gleam of the sun.

Gene sat on the floor wearing only his black body suit using the sofa behind him for support. One hand held a glass half full of whiskey, and his face glowed from the heat of the alcohol.

Across form Gene, Fred sat slumped over in front of a chair. His blood stained jacket and shirt had been abandoned to the trash, and he now wore a borrowed black tee-shirt of Gene's that was a little to small. In his lap Fred held a rum and coke, that he was more keen on staring at then drinking.

Gene brought his glass to his lips, and glanced at Fred. "Staring at the glass wont get you dunk."

Awoken form his stupor Fred looked up at Gene, who offered a drunken half smile. Smiling back apologetically Fred downed all of his drink. As the rum and coke glided down this throat it left a hot tickling sensation that sent Fred into a coughing fit.

Gene quirked an eyebrow and chuckled quietly at Fred, as he took another sip from his drink. When Fred finally caught his breath Gene asked. "You don't drink much, do you?"

"Huh?" Fred looked at Gene for a moment before he could comprehend what Gene said. "Not really. Well not with the intention of getting drunk, anyway."

"Why not?" Gene asked before downing the rest of his whiskey.

Fred scratched the back of his head nervously. "Because I tend to do some pretty stupid stuff when drunk."

Taking Fred's glass Gene gave him a curious look, "Like what?"

Looking sheepish Fred began, "Well, do you remember that whole Reiko thing."

Gene visible shuddered, as he vividly remembered dressing in drag and being crushed by the lady. "How could I not."

"Well, it started when my father had given me a speech about producing an heir to the family business. I of course wasn't very keen on the idea."

Gene handed Fred his now refilled glass. Fred looked at is reflection in the alcohol, before taking a sip.

"Not only did I not want to go searching for a wife, but my father knew why. He still didn't care." Fred continued. "We then proceeded to fight, and like a stupid kid I stormed out and got drunk."

Fred grimaced into his drink, and finished the story. "To my surprise I woke up the next morning naked and in bed with an old school acquaintance, by the name of Reiko. You of coarse know the rest."

"You slept with her?" Gene asked in horror. Fred nodded, and Gene shuddered in sympathy. "No wonder you don't drink."

Fred smiled at Gene, but his smile fell as his mind wandered to the past. "Sometimes I felt sorry for that girl."

"Why? She practically stalked you."

Fred sighed. "Her feelings for me weren't her fault, and I lead her on for so many years just to get my father to shut up. " Fred smiled sadly, and added. "I'm glad she found someone that could love her."

Gene grinned at Fred, and said, "Your a pretty good guy, Fred."

Fred's alcohol flushed face gained even more color at the complement. Tugging at his ear Fred replied. "Maybe, but I think you have me beat in the nice guy department, with all you did to help Melfina all those years ago."

Genes expression sobered, "It was a promise, and I always keep my promises."

Fred shook his head knowing better. "You went above and beyond for her Gene. It was more than a promise."

"Maybe." Gene answered staring at the wall.

Curious Fred asked, "What happened between you two."

Smiling sadly Gene turned to Fred. "We grew up, and apart. One day we woke up and realized we weren't a couple any more."

Putting on a smile, Fred said, "Well, it could have ended a lot worse. After all you're still friends with her."

Forcing a smile Gene answered, "Yeah, I guess so."

Afterwards an uncomfortable silence fell on the room, but it passed as they drank. Soon they both danced dangerously close to full fledged drunkenness.

Gene found himself growing board with the quite atmosphere, and let his eyes wander aimlessly around the room. his eyes eventually landed on Fred who was the only animate object in site.

At the moment Gene started watching Fred, Fred leaned his head back to drink deeply from his glass. Gene quickly found himself watching Fred more closely then he was comfortable with, and turned his head in self disgust. But he still saw Fred's tongue darted out to pull a renegade drop of liquid from the corner of his mouth.

Gene shut his eyes tightly reminding his brain, and other regions of his body, that he was staring at Fred. Opening his eyes Gene found Fred sprawled against the chair.

Once again Gene's eyes started examining Fred, and the voice in the back of his head rebuffed him. Despite that voice his eyes traveled up and down Fred's body, when his eyes widened in surprise. The shirt Fred was borrowing was at least two sizes too small, and exposed his midrift.

Confused and denying that Fred could be that much bigger than himself, Gene reexamined Fred's build more closely. Gene knew Fred was taller by inches, but it never dawned on him that Fred's whole build was larger. Yet it was.

Fred's shoulders were wider, and his chest broader. Gene then leaned over Fred for a better look. Fred wasn't muscular, and that was why Gene didn't think he was that large.

Causally Gene glanced at Fred's face, to see that he was dozing. Reassured that he wouldn't get caught Gene lightly touched Fred's arm. It was toned, but the muscles were lean unlike those on Gene's arm. Gene knew that although he was stronger, Fred had both height and weight advantage over him. Oddly enough Gene's stomach tingled pleasantly at the thought.

Lifting his gaze Gene's eyes explored the merchant's face. Any of the cheerfulness that Gene was used to seeing in Fred was gone, and with out the protection of that mask Fred appeared vulnerable. Worry lines creased Fred's well taken care of skin, and dark rings under his eyes told of too many nights spent working instead of sleeping. Instead of repulsing Gene or at least quitting the strange urges Gene felt, the marks of too much responsibility only triggered compassion, and added a sense of humanity to Fred.

Gene leaned closer to Fred, and over come by an impulse lightly kissed Fred's lips.

Pulling away Gene saw dark eyes open, and Fred stared in confession at Gene. Fred's lips parted to question Gene, but Gene took it as an invitation. Kissing Fred once again Gene let his soft warm lips tease Fred's. On their own accord Fred's eyes drifted shut, and Fred willingly let himself be kissed.

Thrilled with Fred's acceptance of the kiss Gene kissed the pliant lips harder, and the nagging voice in the back of his mind finally silenced.

Gene carded his fingers in Fred's shoulder length hair, and his hand cradled Fred's skull gently. Now that he held Fred, Gene pulled away to gently lap at the kiss swollen lips. Fred couldn't stop the aroused moan from leaving his mouth.

Gene lust hazed eyes narrowed and gained a predatory gleam. Taking another kiss from Fred, Gene thrusted his tongue past lips and teeth, and kissed Fred savagely. Kissing back Fred let his tongue twine with Gene's in a lazier fashion. Fred pushed himself up in to a sitting position, so that he now leaned over Gene. Keeping up with the kiss that had slowed in pace at Fred's direction Fred pushed Gene on to his back.

Fred gave Gene a cheerful smiles, when he pulled away from the kiss. Gene watched Fred with a dazed expression, as Fred straddled Gene's hips. Once comfortably settled Fred gently ran his knuckles across Gene's cheek.

Gene leaned into the touch , before reaching up and letting his fingers curl around Fred's scalp. Gene pulled Fred closer intending on kissing him, but Fred had other things in mind. Taking Gene's hand Fred pried it out of his hair, and pinned it above Gene's head.

Surprised Gene looked at Fred in the eye to see a mischievous glint, before Fred descended to kiss Gene. Fred brushed his lips lightly across Gene's, and then forced his tongue past Gene's lips. Gene's tongue meet Fred's only to be pushed back, as Fred explored at his own leisure.

Moaning into Fred's mouth, Gene lifted his hips to rub his cloth bound erection ageist Fred. Fred pulled away to let out aloud groan, while Gene desperately grabbed Fred's shoulder for support. Mesmerized Fred watched Gene while he caught his breath, and couldn't hold back his smile as Gene's thrusted his hips against him.

Fred bent over Gene again, and nuzzled his face against Gene's neck. Fred could smell Gene's arousal, he could even detect the smell of gun powder, and of course there was the sent of alcohol. Happy to have Gene in his arms, Fred allowed instinct to slowly take over, and let his tongue trail across Gene's throat. Then something dawned on him.

Pulling away and looking more sober then he did moments before, Fred looked around the room, and noticed the open bottles of alcohol above all else. He then looked down at Gene who watched with a puzzled expression. On shaking legs Fred stood, and fled the room.

Alone Gene propped himself on his elbow, and tried to figure out what was wrong.