"Strange Bedfellows--Part I"
Warnings are as follows: This NC-17 fic contains yaoi, lemon, alternate universe, and an original character (Reikiki Subsisto belongs to Dari and remains her exclusive property).
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Gene sighed and leaned back against his futon. Once again work was
scarce and if he and Jim didn't come up with some money fast they were
going
to be in for it.
"Man....why does this always happen?" the redhead groused.
"We'd have some money if you'd quit getting into trouble and
racking up
fines, Gene," called a familiar voice from below.
Gene rolled over and stuck his tongue out at his partner. "Bite me
Jim."
Before the pair could erupt into one of their usual fights, a
cloaked
figure entered the doors of the warehouse that housed their fledgling
business. The pair quickly put on their best smiles, "Welcome to
Starwind
and Hawking Enterprises," they began in tandem. "How can we help you?"
The figure tossed an envelope onto the desk. "I'll get right to the
point. Neither of us can afford to waste any time. I'm from Search
Conv-Corp., and someone has something that's ours. I want it back.
Details
and a picture of it are in that envelope. We're willing to pay you
500,000
wong to do this."
Two sets of eyes grew very wide. Gene picked up the photo while Jim
read
over the details. "Hmm doesn't seem too hard." Gene replied staring at
the
odd oval shaped object. "What's so special about this thing?"
Jim let out a small squeak. "They want us to get it from Zanetfoi
Inc.!
Do you have any idea how heavily that place is guarded?"
Gene grinned, "Cool, we'll take it!"
Jim protested, "Now HOLD ON Gene! We can't just go rushing into
this!"
The cloaked man replied, "Most of the details on that are
classified,
but I can tell you that it contains a discovery worth a lot to the
scientific community. Search Conv-Corp. is willing to pay whatever
necessary
to get it back."
Gene rubbed his chin and smiled. "Well now...that sounds like my
kind of
commission!"
Jim had a sense of foreboding, but he didn't mention it just yet. "Look
mister, we'll need something up front. I mean, we will need some
supplies.... How about this...," said the young blonde. "Give us 10,000
wong
now...and the rest upon completion." He felt his haggler's blood hum.
"With
the option to add on for any excessive danger we may encounter."
The man's eyes narrowed, but he sensed that this youth wasn't going
to
give in. "All right," he rasped. "I'll pay you 10,000 now, but the lump
sum
had better not equal more than 700,000. I have my own reputation to
look
after, too." With that, he tossed two chips onto the desk, grumbling.
Jim fought the urge to grin. He'd just gotten the prize upped by
200,000
wong with only a minimum of effort, provided the man was telling the
truth.
He picked up one of the chips and put it into his laptop, after a few
keystrokes his jaw dropped low enough to hit the desk.
Gene inquired, "What? What is it?"
Jim shook his head and came back to his senses. "We'll take the
job, I'm
sure it'll be a pleasure doing business with you...Mister...?" He held
out
one small hand.
"Just call me Professor," the man replied, taking Jim's hand in a
vice-like grip.
Jim winced slightly. "All right...Professor. How do we get in touch
with
you once the job's done?"
Gene began to fidget. He sensed action in the air and all this
talking
was driving him nuts. Gods.... Can't we just go blow out the wall,
grab
the goods, and get our money? I still need to pay off that loan to
Fred.
The Professor wrote a number down on a small slip of paper and
handed it
to the boy. "Tell 'em you wanna talk to Ol' Prof and you won't have a
bit o'
trouble." He smirked.
Jim tapped the number in one hand, and smiled. "Well then...I guess
it's
time for us to get to work. Ready Gene?"
Gene uncrossed his arms. Finally!! "You better believe it,
let's
stock up and get going. I can't wait to get some action!"
"Oh, you'll see plenty o' that, my boys," the Professor said
cryptically, then left. The professor's voice drifted back to them.
"Oh, and
this oughta go without saying, but it better not be damaged!"
The pair waited until their new benefactor left the building and
suddenly clutched hands. "This is it Gene!" Jim said with his eyes
shining
brightly.
Gene grinned. "We're hitting the big time."
Jim nodded, "We can pay off all our bills!"
Gene enthused, "We can throw a huge party!"
Jim's smile fell. "Is that all you ever think about Gene?"
Gene replied, "No.... But money's only good when you can spend it!
I
plan on having some fun with my share!"
Jim sighed. Great.... In other words, my half pays the bills and
he
runs amok. Why do I put up with you Gene Starwind?
"Because I'm charming," came the answer to the blonde's unvoiced
question.
Jim sighed and pulled his hands free. "Well come on, 10,000 wong
will
get the car out of impounding and buy us some supplies. We'll need it,
that
place is a fortress."
Gene shrugged. "Don't worry about it. We get in, we get out, and we
get
rich. Easy."
A large bead of sweat formed on Jim's temple. We're going to get
in
trouble again.... Just think bills Jim...bills and a new paint job for
the
car.
* * *
A few hours later the pair pulled into the parking lot of Zanetfoi
Inc.
Jim pulled out his laptop and put a small bud style earphone to his
head
while Gene lowered the mouthpiece of his headset.
"Am I coming in Jim?"
"Loud and clear."
Gene nodded and began to inspect his cloak and body for all his
weapons
and ammo. "Okay.... Keep me informed and I'll be out in a blink. Just
be
sure you're ready to peel out. I doubt they'll be happy when they find
this
thing missing."
Jim rolled his eyes and began to pull up the blueprints of the
building.
"Just don't do anything rash Gene, it has to be undamaged. Okay?"
Gene grinned, "Hey trust me a bit will ya?"
Jim sighed and watched as Gene leapt nimbly out of the hovercar and
ran
towards the service elevator. The young hacker tapped some keys and cut
off
the alarms so his friend could enter. Good luck, Gene....
With Jim shutting down most of the security for him it didn't take
Gene
long at all to reach the lab where their bounty was stored in.
Man....
This thing is HUGE!! Gene thought to himself. He looked around
until he
found an anti-grav pad and prayed it was powerful enough. Guess zero g
does
have its advantages...but uhuhuh...space.
Gene looked at the keypad keeping the force field around the object
in
place. "Jim?"
"Already on it.... Alpha, Sigma, Delta, Phi, Beta."
Gene punched in the code and the hum of the field ceased
immediately.
The object began to fall forward and the redhead hastily shifted the
anti-grav pad to catch it. It landed with a heavy thud and he let out a
shaky breath. That was close.... The large, bluish object
radiated a
strange light, but the light didn't seem to come from the object;
rather it
seemed that something inside the oval was glowing.
Gene blinked at the light, he was extremely curious, but even he
knew it
was a bad time to satisfy it. "Any alarms on this thing Jim?"
"Not anymore...." Jim replied as Gene heard a few clicks and a few
flat
disks he hadn't noticed before blinked then went dead. The redhead
removed
the tracers and began to push the pad out of the door. He was barely
down
the hall when all hell broke loose.
"Unauthorized removal of property from Genetics Lab One....
Repeat....
Unauthorized...."
"Shit!!!" Gene swore and began to push the pad even faster.
"What the heck is going on in there, Gene?" Jim cried out over the
intercom. Even on the parking deck, lights were flashing. "Did you miss
a
tracer?"
Gene swore a blue streak. "NO!! I picked 'em all off. You must've
forgotten one." He pulled out a pistol and fired several shots at the
small
army of guards that poured around the corner.
"I got 'em all!" Jim shouted. He had his own problems, he had to
move
the car before he was spotted. When he was safe again he continued.
"You
didn't take anything else out of there did you?"
Gene glanced down at the anti-grav pad. "Ummmm.... I'm kinda busy.
Talk
to you a bit later."
A guard in the troupe shouted, "Don't hit the pod! Your asses are
grass
if you do!" A chorus of "Yes, SIR!" greeted the order, then the guards
began
shooting at Gene. However, despite their leader's specific
instructions, a
stray bullet from the guards hit the pod and grazed it. A bit of bluish
liquid oozed from the scrape, like blood from a wound. Immediately, the
guards stopped shooting.
Gene took advantage of cease-fire by leaping onto the pod and
loading
his caster with a taser shot as inertia continued to carry him towards
the
guards. The mystical gun charged with a small whine and shot a ball of
pure
electricity at his opponents. Gene sailed past the sea of unconscious
bodies
with a slight smirk. "You guys need to improve your aim." He called
over his
shoulder with a grin. The grin fell when he turned back around just in
time
to see the wall he was about to smash into.
"Shit!!!"
The redhead leaned hard to the left and managed to make the turn
with
only a small scrape. "Jim.... Loading Door Phi10.... Open it..." He
heard
more angry voices behind him. "...And make it fast!"
The door opened just in time for Gene to sail through it and he
found
Jim waiting. The pair quickly wrestled the pod into their car and
peeled out
just as a fresh hail of bullets began to rain upon the fleeing vehicle.
Jim looked critically at the blue fluid seeping out onto his
beloved
carpet. "You damaged it, Gene! What if they take out of our pay for
it?"
Gene kept his gun trained behind them, leery of pursuit. "Hey! We
still
got the 10,000, and that's enough to last a month. Don't be such a
pessimist."
The pod shifted slightly, then began making a strange humming
sound, and
a shape could be seen within. The shape was...humanoid!
Jim turned back around at the strange sound and almost crashed the
car
as he goggled at the pod's contents.
Gene grunted as he was slammed against the back seat. "What the
hell are
you doing Jim! You almost made me loose my gu...." The redhead gaped as
well
as he caught sight of the pod. "What the hell did they have us get?!"
Jim forced his gaze back to the road amid a series of angry honks.
"We
need to pull over.... Isn't one of Fred's safehouses around here?"
Gene nodded numbly, "Yeah Fong's Pleasuredome..." He wished they
had an
alternative, but bodies in pods were bound to draw unwanted attention
at any
other location. My God...going to a place like that with an
eleven-year-old and a body...I'm going to be labeled as a sicko for
life!
Evidently, the pod wasn't waiting for a more secure place. It
continued
to hum, finally beginning to quiver slightly. The quiver increased to a
steady tremble and a glowing split appeared at the top of the pod,
slowly
making its way down the outside.
"Goddamn it!!! Why can't it ever go smoothly!!" Gene screamed as he
shoved the pod over a bit to open the seat partition that led into the
trunk. Jim looked into the rearview mirror as the small alarm noting
what
Gene was up to went off. The young blonde whimpered as he saw the huge
pools
of fluid covering his back seat and the plush gray carpeting.
Oooh.... My
car...my baby.... He sniffed and pulled into the covered lot
leading to
Fong's Pleasuredome. I'll never get it clean...never.... The
poor boy
almost burst into tears. Gene sighed as he finally dug up his well-worn
sleeping bag and turned to drape it over the pod.
Suddenly, a million tiny cracks spread outward from the center of
the
large split like a spider's web. The pod glowed a bit more, then
cracked
into shards, falling away from the contents. There, lying in the center
of
the remains of the pod was a young man with auburn hair and pointed
ears.
His skin was a dark bronze color; his face looked serene in sleep.
Sprouting
from just under his shoulders were...two pairs of iridescent,
leaf-green
wings, almost like a dragonfly's, but folded in a single line down his
back.
The larger pair of wings was set slightly above the smaller pair.
Little
more could be seen, as the boy was curled in the fetal position, but it
was
clear that he was unclothed...completely.
There was dead silence for several moments. Jim finally spoke up,
diverting his gaze with a slight blush as he whispered, "Was HE what we
were
after?"
Gene couldn't seem to tear his gaze away. "Yeah," he said a bit
breathlessly. "I'm sure he is.... Look at those wings.... I've never
seen
anything...or anyone quite like him." The pair continued to stare at
the
alien for a while, not certain what to think now that they knew their
"cargo" was a living being.
The boy's jewel-like green wings shifted a bit, then his head
raised up
to look at Gene, fixing him with a confused, dual-colored gaze�one of
the
boy's eyes was purple, and the other orange. What...? Where...am
I...?
Gene chuckled a little nervously, unconsciously answering the
winged
boy's unasked question. "Hey...uh.... We rescued you from the lab, and
you're in our car."
Jim gave his partner an exasperated look. Smooth, Gene, real
smooth... He turned to their new 'guest' focusing his gaze on the
eyes.
"This is Heifong.... How long have you been in there?"
"...Lab...? Car...? Heifong...?" the boy repeated, still confused.
He
blinked a few times, then pulled himself into a kneeling pose,
unconsciously
displaying his lithe frame. "I am afraid I have no idea what you have
said...."
Gene looked over at Jim as their 'guest' made some odd musical
sounds he
assumed were some sort of question. "Did you understand that?"
Jim rolled his eyes. "What would make you think I'd know genius?
You'll
just have to improvise."
Gene glowered a moment then turned to the young alien. He pressed a
hand
to his own chest. "I'm Gene...." He pointed at the young blonde in the
driver's seat. "That's Jim...." Then he pointed at the stranger
himself.
"And you?"
Jim sighed, "Brilliant Gene.... We don't understand him at all and
you
expect him to understand us?"
Gene growled, "Hey...you're the one who told me to improvise!"
Jim shouted back, "Fine.... I should've known better.... You
idiot!"
Gene clenched his fist. "What did you say?"
A dulcet, alto voice interrupted, "Gentlemen, please." Both
participants
in the argument turned to look at the auburn-haired alien, the simple
shock
of hearing the winged boy speak a language they could understand
silencing
them both temporarily. "There is no need to argue," he finished.
They both blinked at him a bit blankly, then Gene recovered and
slung an
arm around Jim's throat pulling him in for a noogie. "Don't mind us, we
always argue.... The kid here thrives on it."
Jim struggled. "Let me go Gene!!"
Gene sighed and did so, ignoring Jim's raspberry. "Well since it
appears
you do understand us after all...." He grinned at Jim, his expression
clearly saying I won then turned back to the alien. "Why don't
you
tell us your name?"
The winged boy nodded. "My name is Reikiki Subsisto." He looked at
each
in turn as he spoke their names, "And if I understood correctly, you
are
Jim, and you are Gene?"
Jim sighed and nodded, blushing slightly as he realized he had a
clear
view of their bounty's front side. He quickly averted his gaze, not so
much
because he was naked.... Gene had a bad habit of walking about
half-naked so
that was no big... It was the fact he didn't know this person. Gene on
the
other hand had simply been through too much to let something like
nudity
phase him.
"Well Reikiki, it's nice to meet you... but I'm afraid we've got a
bit
of bad news for you," Gene said.
"Oh?" The winged boy tilted his head to the side and fixed Gene
with a
curious stare. "What would that be?"
"Well ya see, the lab we took you from wasn't exactly willing to
let you
go... so we need to hide out until the Professor can come and get you."
The
redhead tilted his head towards the large neon-bedecked building known
as
Fong's Pleasuredome. "We'll have to hide out in there...and in your
present
state..." He let his gaze run up then down Rei's body. "Well.... I hate
to
say 'attacked,' but that's precisely what you'd be."
Reikiki blinked. He'd understood less than a quarter of what Gene
had
said. "I...beg your pardon...?" he asked, hoping not to sound foolish.
Gene's smile took on a slightly evil hint Jim recognized. Oh
no....not again.... "You are such a FLIRT, Gene Starwind!!"
Gene grinned and turned his gaze to Jim a moment. "What? I'm just
being
honest.... He's cute, he's naked, and you know that crowd would jump
him in
a heartbeat."
Jim rolled his eyes, "You mean you would jump him, you hentai."
Gene shrugged. "Hey...dirty old men have to come from somewhere.
I'm
just starting early." He turned back to Rei. "Anyway...as I was saying
before we were interrupted.... I'm going to tell them you're my
entertainment for tonight to keep anyone else from trying to grab you."
The
grin grew more lopsided. "Jim there already knows how to handle
himself. So
I can just keep my eye on you."
Rei's confused expression stayed a moment longer, and then his face
took
on a look of suppressed shock. From the little time they'd known the
winged
boy, he seemed to them to be restrained in showing his emotions. Oh,
dear.... I may have gotten myself into one very large mess....
"Don't look so worried." Gene said. "All you have to do is stick by
my
side and decline any offers. It's not as if we'll have to do anything.
We
just lay low until the Prof shows up and everything is dandy!" The
redhead
gave him a wink, then turned to Jim. "Guess we'll have to cough up some
wong, but it's better than being caught. You get in touch with the Prof
and
I'll take care of Rei here." The gunslinger dove back into the trunk a
moment and came up with a collar.
Jim took it with a sigh. "I hate pretending I'm a boy toy."
Gene shrugged, "It's either that or you fight off all the
shota-hentai.
If I looked like slave material I'd wear one too."
Jim grumbled and slipped the collar over his throat...."Fred better
be
glad I like him..."
"What, then, should I do about my...present state of undress?" Rei
asked, forcing down the dread that set off warning bells in his head.
He
might not be the brightest thing as far as the ways of the world, but
he
knew places he should avoid. This "Fred's Pleasuredome" seemed to be
one of
them. However, it didn't look like he could avoid it this time.
Gene pursed his lips a moment, then shrugged off his cloak. He kept
the
smaller of his guns, and his caster, before loading all the rest into a
bright metal case located in the back seat and punching in a coded
lock. He
then shoved the case into the trunk and locked it back as well. Task
done,
he began to hand Rei the now empty cloak. "Here...borrow mine." He
looked
critically at the blue liquid still covered parts of the alien's lithe
body.
"We definitely have to get a room with a shower."
Rei accepted the garment, looking at it a moment to figure out how
it
was worn. Once he figured it out, he donned the garment, somewhat
surprised
that it was actually a bit too long. "All right," the winged boy asked,
"is
this presentable?"
Gene shook his head. "Nope! But it'll have to do... If they don't
milk
us for all our wong I'll try to get you something in there. They're
bound to
have pants at least. Even if they are leather..." The red-haired man
trailed
off softly as an image of the alien in black leather pants and a
wide-holed
matching top flitted through his thoughts. He'd be so cute....
Wonder if
he's into men?
Rei nodded. "All right then...." He could sense the emotions
dancing
through Gene's mind and was somewhat confused at them. He knew Jim was
upset, but Gene.... There were emotions in the redhead's mind that he
didn't
understand at all....
Gene realized he'd grown quiet and quickly put on a bright smile.
"Well
let's get too it! We can't sit in the lot all day!"
Jim rolled his eyes and grabbed his laptop, tucking it into his
jacket
before leading the way to the club. When the bouncer tried to hassle
them at
the door he gave the man a dry look and flashed his collar. He was
immediately let in while Gene haggled over entrance. "5000 wong?!? Are
you
insane?! It was only 1000 wong just last week!" Gene cried.
The bouncer replied in an impassive tone. "Yes...when you brought
half
the space fleet after you."
Gene growled. "Hey that charge was dropped.... It wasn't my fault."
The bouncer shook his head. "Our clients get nervous around cops,
Gene... The increased price stands."
Gene sighed. "Look we only have 2000 wong with us, can't you give
us a
discount??"
The bouncer shook his head, then paused. "Well.... There is one
client
who's been asking for something...different. And you're about as
different
as they come. You could work off your entry fee."
Gene groaned and dropped his head. "Look, I can't play uke. My
friend
here needs me to protect him."
The bodyguard smiled slightly. "Even better, he wants to watch."
Gene gaped slightly, a huge sweatdrop forming on his head.
"Umm...Rei?"
"Yes, Gene?" he replied in a slightly worried tone. He was afraid
he
knew where this conversation was heading....
Gene bit his lip. "Well, whadyasay? Are you willing?"
Rei blinked. "Er.... It appears we have little choice...."
Gene nodded, letting out a whoosh of breath. "All right, you heard
the
man." He straightened up and waved his hand in a pleading gesture. "Can
we
get a mirror room? The one-way glass is a lot easier for me."
The bouncer smiled a little more. "I'll see what I can do..."
"Excuse me," Rei interrupted. "Do you suppose, perhaps, that I
could
possibly get something more...appropriate to wear...?" He indicated the
borrowed cloak with a sheepish gesture.
The bouncer turned to Rei, and paused, momentarily taken aback by
the
dual colored-eyes. He'd seen aliens before, so the ears weren't that
big of
a shock, but those eyes... The large man mentally shook his head. "I'm
afraid the only costumes that are going to fit someone your size are
our
bondage outfits. You can feel free to look them over while we prepare
the
room. Do you boys want any toys?"
I refuse to ask what type of "toys" he means.... The winged
boy
shook his head, fighting a blush.
Gene grinned, he'd love to use a toy or two, it had been so
long...but
Rei didn't seem to be a good choice for using them. "Just the basics.
Rei's
a bit new to this."
Meanwhile, Jim was ensconced in Fred's office. The only thing
was...there was no Fred. Oh well...I didn't really need to be
glomped
anyway...guess I better get to work. The young blonde took a seat
at the
desk and pulled out his laptop. Okay Prof... Time to pay up...big
time.
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