Shinzo Fan Fiction ❯ Just Friends? ❯ And That's How He Wound Up Riding on My Lap ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I'd always had feelings for him, but I never expected them to grow into this. At first I simply admired him because he was so strong. He was so dangerous, yet compassionate- at times; he was so ferocious for his size, and he would never let you forget it. He was amazing and proud of it- nobody could rain on his parade; he was a real warrior. Then I got to know the Enterran behind the crown. I saw new sides of the feisty fighter; I saw emotions I never knew he possessed. I felt closer to him and had hoped he felt the same way about me. Not long after, we began to talk- really talk. He shared with me his hopes, fears, doubts; he confided in me, let me understand him. It was then that I knew I had a friend in him. Slowly I began noticing things about my violent companion. I realized how cute his voice was- the way it seemed to crack in the middle of every sentence. The way his baby blue eyes glittered like a starry noon sky when he laughed. Impossible, I know; just like his radiance. His hair was the perfect shade of sandy brown, and it was so soft. I know because one time during a card game, I used him as a lucky charm; he won us all dinner and in my excitement I tousled his hair and he bit me. His physique was great and he had the cutest butt I'd ever seen on a guy. I could go on forever, but... To get to the point, I woke up one day and said to myself, ‘My name is Saago, and I think I love the great HyperEnterran Mushra.'

Mushra, Yakumo, myself, and the rest were still on the road to Shinzo, maybe a week or two after the Ryuma incident, and we made a pit stop at a rough-looking city just outside of the desert...

The Shinzo gang had pulled into the city of Astatine, which was an oasis in the desert they had been traveling in. The city had been built in the center of a lush jungle, and like the humans before them, the Enterrans eventually expanded their settlement until the only remnants of the jungle were a shell around Astatine's perimeter. This particular city was being swindled by a collaboration of shifty merchants and a corrupted mayor. When Este pointed out their blatant overpricing for less-than-stellar goods, everyone was tossed in jail, where they heard stories of injustice and abuse from innocent civilians who had also been wrongly jailed.

Hotheaded Mushra raged out of their crowded cell; Kutal and Saago had no choice but to back up their comrade as he overpowered Astatine's law enforcement. The town, grateful for the chance to start anew, honored the crew with a celebration. After filling up on food, Mushra and Saago decided to walk to the local tavern to get wasted.

Mostly every citizen in the city was a huge beast-type, since humanoid Enterrans were so rare, but one group in the bar caught their eye. As they entered the old-Western-style double doors there was a group of rowdy looking reptiles in the far corner of the saloon- the old mayor's staff.

"Aww, they were grateful we freed them from serving that weirdo. Let's go make nice with 'em!" Mushra said.

Like they were really glad to be unemployed and stranded in the town they'd help terrorize. Saago knew better. "You'd better stay away from those guys. No telling what they'll do; you shouldn't fraternize with the enemy."

"Whatever. If they try somethin' I can always card 'em! Yo guys! No hard feelings, huh?" Mushra bounded over to the lizard-men and proceeded to chat them up. Eventually they began buying him drinks.

"Look, Saago! They're cool- c'mon over!"

"No thanks," Saago sat alone with a mug of beer, brooding over the lost opportunity of time with Mushra. "I may get in on a poker game later."

"What's wrong?" He glided closer to his friend. "Afraid you might blurt out a declaration of love if you get too drunk?"

Saago gulped. *He can't know.... can he?*

"Well I'm going back; they're buying me booze!" And he disappeared as quickly as he came. Was it Saago's imagination or had Mushra been batting his eyelashes at him? Whether or not he had been teasing, Saago liked it. Come to think of it, Mushra seemed to do that a lot when talking to him- noone else, and Saago knew this for sure. Yakumo had once said this was a sign of affection; Saago wondered if he'd ever involuntarily given away his true feelings? He was snapped out of his ponderings by a loud whoop.

"Whooo-wee! It's freakin' HOT in here! You guys don't mind if I take off my armor, do ya?"

"No, not at all," hissed a brown Gila Enterran, "Make yourself comfortable, kick off your boots!"

"Why don't you come back to camp with us, Mushra?" a yellow chameleon suggested, "We've got a pretty nice setup with a cooling system!" Mushra slurred a response and tried to get up to leave. Saago didn't like the unsteady sway of his gait, or the evil glint in his new friends' eyes; he decided to follow them at a safe distance.

Later in the jungle... As Mushra stumbled along he began tripping over his own feet. At one point he fell backward onto the Lizard in Charge- a gargantuan jade crocodile. He looked up and gushed, "Oh, you saved me! My big strong hero! I owe ya..."

"No problem," he had said. "I'm sure you'll find a way to make us even," he glanced at his crew and they began to guffaw. Saago hovered silently on his scooter, hidden in the dense vegetation of the jungle, while barefooted Mushra stumbled through the vines and roots with his sloshed lizard buddies. Then he slouched down against a tree and screamed, "I can't go any further!"

"That's fine, 'cause we're here; man you're drunk..." They crossed a wall of vines and entered a clearing. The reptile-Enterrans guided Mushra to a caravan setup. Their covered wagons were drawn in a circle, with an R.V.-like trailer across from where they entered; obviously the leader's quarters. In the circle were the remnants of a campfire and plenty of trash. It looked like they had been there for more than an overnight campout- maybe even before Mushra got them in trouble with the citizens.

"This place sucks!" Mushra slurred.

"It looks a whole lot better when you drink some of this," An alligator man screeched, brandishing an unmarked bottle, "If you can handle it."

"Gimme that; I can take anything you guys got!" He snatched the container and chugged briefly, choked to the lizards' amusement, then polished off the rest of the liquor. He belched loudly, "There. I told ya I could..." Mushra trailed off as he fell limp. This time nobody caught him. As Mushra lay intoxicated in the dust, reptiles slowly encircled him. Saago jumped to rescue his little crush but halted at the last moment. *Better wait to see what they want; they may just be simple pickpockets. That'll serve Mushra right; going off with strangers like a naive little kid.* In his drunken state Saago didn't realize that the only valuable thing Mushra had was his armor, and that was long gone. His second mistake happened when he closed his eyes, to imagine what the former mayoral staff wanted with Mushra.

He was envisioning them patting him down, slowly realizing he didn't have pockets. He chuckled at the thought of them trying to steal his crown, unsuccessfully. He envisioned them straining to remove the stationary thing. While Saago was in LaLa Land, Mushra was being overwhelmed by the mob of reptiles groping and tugging at his bodysuit. "Get offa me! If I wanna get naked I'll do it on my own, thanks!" his words were barely intelligible as he weakly flailed.

"Shaddap! It's outta your hands now," the Lizard in Charge slurred as he knocked his cronies out of the way. He sat on the ground and pulled Mushra into his lap. "Lemme go," he whined pitifully as the huge reptile buried his snout in Mushra's neck. "You smell drunk enough; how come you ain't unconscious? That's ok- I kinda like the sound of your voice. Gonna be fun makin' you scream..." He reached between Mushra's legs to grab him. "What's this? I thought you got rid of all your armor," the ugly beast sliced across Mushra's abdomen, making him wince. The alligator reached down into Mushra's spandex, and with a little effort caused a loud rip. Mushra yelped and the aggressive reptile pulled away with a cup in his claw. "Much better," he tossed it aside and ran his scaly green fingers up Mushra's leg and over his crotch. The brute began to kiss his way up Mushra's shoulder to his throat. When he dove for his mouth, Mushra punched the alligator square in the snout. Enraged, he gave the little warrior a backhand slap that sent him flying into a pile of empty bottles.

"If you cooperate things will be alot easier on ya!" he spat. "Now everyone here wants to run through ya; gonna be a long night so you might need some assistance," he chuckled as he dropped two pills into a glass of vodka, shook it, and forced the stuff down Mushra's throat. "Lost count of how many of these you've had already. You're tough, I'll give you that; still feisty when others would've been long out. All right, cutie, let's try this again." Mushra had given up talking but was currently trying his best to give his attacker a death glare.

"Yo Hep! Since this was your brilliant idea you get to share the first round with me," the croc slurred as he snatched Mushra up. He took hold of the flap of fabric he had slashed earlier and yanked; when he was done the left leg and the bottom half of the back of Mushra's suit were gone, leaving a flap in the front barely covering him. "I just don't know which end I want."

Hep, a sickly looking gecko, set down the drink he had been nursing and unsteadily approached them. "Gee boss, you're too kind, really," he knelt down and slapped his sticky finger pads on Mushra's shapely little bottom. "How about I take this end? Nice and round."

"All right then," he squatted and snatched Mushra down by the hair, "Remember, just cooperate and things will be that much easier." He licked the side of Mushra's face, and he spat at the crocodile. "Feisty trick," he punched Mushra in the back of the head and moved to unfasten his pants. Behind him Mushra could hear a second zipper and the rustling of pants.

"Oh no you don't," Mushra squealed as he got up. Hep knocked him back down and he came face to face with a big green dick. At first he had been lethargic, almost docile, but as his eyes traveled up the slimy shaft something snapped. Mushra tensed and jumped back; Hep tried to grab him from behind but was greeted by an elbow in the gut and a right hook in the jaw. The others crowded in ready to pounce, but before the flame warrior could attack, he collapsed.

"I like those pills, boys! Make sure to stock up on them for the next town! C'mon, Hep, before he gets up and decks ya again," The croc in charge took Mushra by the head, pried his jaw open, and shoved himself into Mushra's throat. Mushra's head was spinning so badly he couldn't see straight. Everything was a blur of green, brown, and raucous laughter. Then he felt something sticky and foul-smelling being jammed into his mouth. He struggled as his air supply was cut off by the offending blockage; he had always considered his lack of the gag reflex as a gift during eating contests, but now he pitied himself for being so cursed.

"You're an expert capper, aren't cha? I'm almost in your gut and you haven't gagged once," he petted Mushra, who was too overwhelmed to even try to bite him. When the large lizard's privates began to pose a suffocation threat, Mushra instinctively started to claw at him. The crocodile gripped his hair in one claw and his lower jaw in the other and began to thrust, while Hep took Mushra's arms and pinned them to his back easily wih one gawky hand. He spread the young warrior's legs with the other moist, sticky-padded hand.

Yet again Saago's fantasies were interrupted by a scream from Mushra. He watched in horror and disbelief as two giant reptiles raped his love. A gecko tearing into his rump unmercifully, and Mushra screaming bloody murder around the leader's erection. The croc pulled out for a moment. "Don't wanna suffocate ya before my crew gets a shot."

"Stop it! Please," Mushra gasped, "Please, someone help me," his words were barely audible as he squeaked plaintively.

"MUSHRA!" Saago charged from the bushes and lunged at Hep first. In mid leap he hyperformed, blade materializing in his hand. Hep didn't have a chance to turn around- he was decapitated before he knew what was going on. HyperSaago used Hep's headless chest as a springboard, launching him over the leader as well as relieving Mushra. Saago was mad. He had no time for showboating or playing. He just wanted to get Mushra away from those sickos. The leader disloged himself from the boy and knocked him aside. Saago impaled his throat as he attempted to rise, carding him with a hard-on. He wasted no time cleaning up the rest of the gang. When he was done he ripped up Hep's and the leader's cards, spitting on them.

In his rage he almost forgot about the boy he had come to save. He turned to him and his glare softened as he watched Mushra try to roll onto his back, only to shy away quickly with a weak cry.

"Oh man, oh man," Saago fretted as he uncharged and brought his hands to his mouth. He began to tremble as he realized that the broken warrior had been laying in a pool of his own blood. He was a mess: blood trickling from his mouth and between his legs, face contourted as if he were about to vomit, dirt and dead leaves littered his hair and clothing.

"Mushra? Say something, pal," Saago coaxed as he gently lifted Mushra to his feet.

"Thanks. Now leave me alone," he mumbled as he started in a direction opposite the town. "Uh, the town's that w..." he trailed off as Mushra floated downward once more. The water warrior swooped to catch him.

"Can't believe I couldn't even defend myself," Mushra began to sob.

"You held up fine for your condition. You're tanked." Mushra shoved away when he noticed how close they were- almost embracing.

"Don't touch me," he cried weakly, "This is so pathetic *hiccup* feel so dirty and useless. Those nobodies overpowered me. How can I protect you all when I can't say no to a gecko? Leave me here." Saago backed away; he was at a loss for words, and so enraged at the Astatine Mayoral Staff for causing all of this. He turned to face a covered wagon and punched, knocking it down and spilling trash and booze. Right now Saago hated the stench of alcohol.

"You're forgetting that you are part of a team, and the role you play is not sole bodyguard." He slowly approached Mushra, who was now obviously fighting to stay conscious.

"I'm not even fit to travel with Yakumo," he spat bitterly, "Our purpose is to protect her, but with me tagging along there'd just be one more helpless thing that needed to be rescued all the time. I see now that I'd just be taking away from her line of defense."

"Just because you made a complete thought doesn't make it true. We'll talk about it when your head clears, ok? For now I'll take you back to the hotel..."

"No! M'not goin'..." It seemed that last coherent sentence took all of this strength because his struggling ceased. Saago regarded his friend- even after all that had happened he was still stunning... *No! After all that happened...* He was so ashamed to be having those thoughts at such a moment.

Saago took a deep breath. The only way to get Mushra back was via the scooter- on his lap. Then he'd have to keep him locked in his room- they'd be alone in his room all night. Oh this was going to be a long night. It was awkward positioning Mushra so he wouldn't be sitting square on his behind. Eventually the lifeless boy was propped against Saago's chest at an angle; his weight was mostly on his hip because of his odd position, and Saago had to cruise slowly to keep his grip and Mushra's balance. When he was tailing the lizards, Saago had been daydreaming so he hadn't noticed the distance they had traveled. It had seemed a two-minute drive but they had been going for almost ten now with no sign of civilization. He shuddered. *They got this far away so quickly?!? Had I not followed them, they'd still have Mushra, and nobody would have been around to help him.*

He shifted the hand that was holding Mushra to him by the shoulder downwards. He was cradling the smaller warrior as his hand protectively moved to the gash that the crocodile had given him. He blushed crimson when his hand brushed something it shouldn't have. Mushra didn't seem to notice, but he did begin to swing with one fist, mumbling something about fruit flies. For a moment Saago thought he would drop Mushra, but he soon subdued and snuggled into his shirt.

*Kawaii! He's so cuddly!* Saago sweatdropped at his fangirly thoughts as he swerved out of the jungle, which was more like a lopsided doughnut, the city nothing more than a Wild West themed hole of civilization. The lizards had set up camp in the deepest part of the jungle but the way Saago was traveling narrowed out abruptly. The vegetation was dense but it was narrow to the point of resembling a covered trail on the outside. Saago sighed. They could've made one right turn and been out before now. They were still in for a long trip. He grumbled as he hovered through the desert surrounding Astatine. Their saloon and hotel were on different edges of the city, and to respect Mushra's wish of remaining incognito they would need to travel the perimeter of the place. Oh well, Saago rather enjoyed being stuck with his love. Suddenly a cool gust hit them head-on. It was at that moment that Saago discovered the fact that deserts cool off at night.

Mushra shivered, "It's kinda cold,"

" Oh, you're awake," Saago jolted, "Want my cloak?"

"If you don't mind."

Saago stopped the bike and fixed his eyes on the stars as he undid the fastener under his chin. As he fumbled, Saago almost forgot why he had stopped. When he looked down at the reason, he draped his cloak over it thinking hard about how something could be adorable and sexy all at once. He also cursed the way his scooter vibrated when it was stopped as Mushra clutched the ends of the cape and threw his arms over Saago's shoulders.

"I'd rather share. Can't we?" And Mushra glanced up at him with those eyes. Saago couldn't have said no to him even if he asked for a pint of his blood! Saago gulped and broke the gaze.

"Pretty nice of you," Saago grunted. Mushra wriggled a little and murmured in Saago's ear:

"You can go faster if you want; I can hold on."

Saago couldn't hold in his moan; he could only hope the scooter's hum drowned it out. Mushra laid his head on Saago's shoulder and asked quietly, "You won't tell anyone about this?"

"Not a soul, Mushra."

"You're the best, dude," he trailed off and Saago thought he had fallen asleep. He hoped Mushra was asleep: he was dangerously close to what the water warrior feared would become a wedge in their relationship. A few minutes later Mushra softly cooed, "You're warm, too," and edged closer to it. And they were still miles away from the hotel going five miles an hour.