"Strange Bedfellows--Part II"
Rei looked around the spacious changing area, barely able to keep
from
shaking. Here was a man he didn't even know other than a name, "Gene,"
and
he was expected to.... The winged boy gulped nervously, and tried to
think
about something else.... Getting some clothes seemed like a good
distraction. When he got a good look at the clothes the bouncer had
been
referring to, however, he thought again. "Good Gods!" he gasped,
blushing
madly.
Gene paused in the removal of his own clothes, and immediately drew
his
gun. "What...what is it? Did they find us?"
"Er...no.... I apologize for startling you...." Rei replied. "They
expect me to wear THIS? There is little difference between wearing
these and
going naked!"
Gene put up his gun and walked over to where Rei stood. "That's the
idea...to leave only the most important things covered. Just enough to
make
you... I mean a person fun to undress."
The alien glanced at Gene, who had his shirt and shoes off and
pants
unzipped. ...Even his battle scars are handsome.... Rei thought.
He
looked away quickly, blushing a little more.
Gene blinked at the blush, he'd shown more skin at the local
bathhouses,
so why the blush? He grinned suddenly. "Reikiki Subsisto...are you a
virgin?" Rei didn't reply, but his silence spoke volumes. Gene
snickered....
"My god...I haven't had a virgin in ages. Don't worry Rei...I'll be
gentle."
The redhead ran his hands along a row of clothes. "How about this: you
choose something for me...and I'll choose something for you."
Rei fought back the blush with an effort and nodded slightly. "I
have no
idea what to choose...."
Gene smiled gently, "Whatever catches your eye... Here I'll start."
He
picked out a pair of pants; the black leather gleamed so brightly it
looked
almost wet. He handed them to Rei. "Put these on, then choose something
for
me." Rei nodded and accepted the garment from Gene, quickly donning it.
He
looked back at the redhead when he'd finished putting them on, not
quite
sure what to say.
Gene blinked; the pants didn't look like they'd be quite THAT
tight.
"You look great..." He grinned. "Now choose an item for me." Rei looked
back
at the rack of clothes, somehow immensely pleased that Gene was happy
with
his clothing. He looked at the articles of clothing a moment, then
decided
just to reach for one. Gene accepted the bright white peasant top with
its
loose flowing sleeves and lifted a brow. "You going for the classic
pirate
look?"
The winged boy looked away once again, muttering almost under his
breath, "I...was unsure what to choose.... I simply picked one at
random...."
Gene shrugged and slipped the shirt on, tying the slim ties in a
loose
bow. "That's fine...now let's see." He hummed slightly as he tried to
dig up
one of the shirts he'd envisioned. When he couldn't find one he settled
for
the next closest thing.
"C'mere...you'll need help with this." Rei
looked at the garment Gene held, and raised a slightly shocked eyebrow.
The
shirt (if it could be called one) looked like little more than a few
straps
and silver rings. But nonetheless, he walked to Gene, not quite sure
how the
thing was put on.
Gene turned the straps in his hand until he found the right angle.
He
slipped the large diamond shaped opening over Rei's head and smoothed
the
two largest straps so they fell in a straight line down the center of
the
alien's back and chest. The silver rings settled just between Rei's
pectorals and shoulder blades, connected by two smaller straps of the
same
black leather. "Can you lift your wings a bit Rei? I need to get this
over
your waist." Rei shivered as the cold metal touched the sensitive skin
of
his back, but lifted his wings so that Gene could do whatever else he
needed
to with the garment.
Gene slipped the strap in the small space between the iridescent
wings,
and used the Velcro to make it snug. He paused once it was done and
looked
at the delicate pattern of veins that ran like lace through the
shimmery
translucent green. "You have beautiful wings Rei." Gene said softly,
before
moving down and fastening the strap around the alien's hips.
Rei blushed at the compliment. "I.... Thank you, Gene..." he
returned
just as softly.
Gene smiled warmly and ran a hand over his new companion's back,
tracing
the smooth skin with his gloves. "It's your turn to choose something
for
me...see anything you like?"
As Gene's gloved hand passed over his back, Rei shivered. His back
was a
very sensitive area. Then he turned his gaze back to the rack of
clothing
and actually looked this time before he picked something out. It turned
out
to be a pair of black leather pants with laces up the side. After
visualizing exactly what Gene would look like in the garment, he handed
them
to Gene with a lopsided smile, his face still a bit red.
Gene fought the urge to tease when he saw Rei blush. Instead he
simply
began to remove his own pants and underwear so he could slip the tight
black
leather over his legs. They ended up hitting him just a bit too high
over
the ankle, but the finished effect was quite impressive nonetheless.
"There..." the redhead said before turning around and heading to the
shoes.
"How do you feel about combat boots Rei?"
The winged boy raised an eyebrow. "I could tell you if I knew
exactly
what you meant..." he replied.
Gene picked up a pair of shiny black combat boots and held them up.
"These... they're a bit heavy, but they'll go with the theme of your
outfit.
Hmm ugly laces though..."
"Ah, I see," the auburn-haired boy replied. He took the boots from
Gene
and put them on, unconsciously giving the redhead an enticing view of
his
leather-encased backside. Gene grinned and took off his gloves before
giving
the tight butt a light squeeze. Rei let out a startled yelp and
straightened
quickly, blushing madly when he realized exactly what had happened. He
saw
the grin on Gene's face and his blush deepened.
"Heh.... It was so cute," Gene said without an ounce of chagrin. "I
couldn't resist." He draped his arm over Rei's shoulder. "Now...which
ones
should I wear?"
The winged boy raised an eyebrow at Gene, still not understanding
his
behavior, but not wanting to question it. He looked at the footwear and
considered the redhead's current outfit. After a quick perusal, he
selected
a pair of knee-high boots. "What about these?"
Gene blinked at the choice; he'd never worn boots like that before.
Oh well.... There's a first time for everything, he thought as
he
plopped down onto a bench to begin working the boots up his leg.
Rei watched as the redhead worked somewhat clumsily with the boots.
"Do
you require my aid?"
Gene let out a slightly strangled sound. "Ummm...okay." He stopped
struggling with the boot and lifted his leg. "Give it a good shove."
Kneeling in front of Gene, the winged boy took hold of the sole of the
boot
and did as Gene suggested. The boot slipped on with relative ease. Rei
smiled; those kind of boots were easy to put on. He used to wear them
all
the time. Gene's cheeks turned a very subtle shade of pink as he looked
at
the young man kneeling in front of him. He felt a definite stirring in
his
groin from the suggestive position. He shook his head slightly and put
on a
grin. "Ready to go?"
Rei remembered exactly what was expected of them and became nervous
again, his heart beginning to pound against his ribs. Gene had promised
to
be gentle, but.... The winged boy stood. "I...suppose so...." he
replied,
nodding slightly and looking at the floor.
Gene sighed and reached out to cup Rei's cheek. "Hey...don't sweat
it.
We'll start slow.... Our audience may just want some heavy petting.
Believe
it or not...they don't always want the full show."
Rei nodded. "Will they at least tell us what's expected of us, or
are we
supposed to guess?"
Gene stood up and did a few last minute adjustments to his outfit
as he
spoke. "It matters really... some of them are very vocal in what they
want...others will make you guess." The redhead stomped his feet a few
times
to try and get used to footwear with heels and continued. "I'm afraid
we
won't know until we're in there. They'll speak to us over the
intercom."
"I understand," the winged boy replied with a nod.
Gene smiled, and began to speak again, but the bouncer had
returned.
"Your room's prepared...you boys all set?"
The redhead nodded and pressed a gentle hand to Rei's back. "Come
on....
Let's get this over with." I always feel a bit weird when I'm
reduced to
this.... I'm sorry I had to drag you in with me Rei, the outlaw
thought
to himself as he let his eye's roam over his companion's body.
Though I
must say I'm not sorry I'll get to touch you. Too bad it couldn't be
under
better circumstances. Rei simply nodded and followed the bouncer to
the
room that had been prepared for them.
The room was fairly Spartan, only a bed, a nightstand and a small
sink.
The walls were a dark industrial gray, the sheets were black cotton,
and the
lighting was almost harsh in it's brightness to keep any shadows from
blocking the view.
Gene stared at the mirror, wondering what sort of person was on the
other side. Someone hideous, who felt that this was their best option;
perhaps a business tycoon who felt the need to control a sexual
encounter?
The redhead sighed, for now they were simply the one paying his ticket
to
safety, and that was all.
He turned back around to look at Rei. "Ready?" The winged boy had
no
idea what to do, but answered Gene's question with a nervous gulp and a
nod
of his head. Gene turned back to the mirror and cocked his hip. "We're
ready
when you are.... What would you like to see?"
The intercom popped on, and the voice that came over carried the
distinct warble effect of voice scrambling. "A kiss...kisses are always
a
good way to start off..."
* * *
Right about the time Gene and Reikiki entered the room, Jim finally
made
it through to their mysterious benefactor. "Jim, right?" the Professor
inquired. "Did you get it?"
Jim sighed. "Yeah we got it..." Then his expression grew a bit
thoughtful. "But only the contents survived the trip out."
The Professor frowned at that. He realized that Jim and Gene knew
what
had been housed inside the container. "Were the contents damaged?" he
asked.
Jim tapped his fingers against the desk. "No...Reikiki is fine...if
a
bit confused. You do realize kidnapping was never mentioned in our
agreement."
Prof looked taken aback. "Kidnapping? I never asked you to kidnap
anyone. I asked you to get back a scientific discovery, and you did,
correct?"
Jim frowned, "He looked like a living breathing person to me. Even
if
the wings are a bit of a shock...so in my book that counts as
kidnapping.
Exactly what were you planning on doing with him when you got him?"
"I told you the details on it were classified," Prof returned.
"You'll
get your money anyway. What do you care?"
Jim paused a moment; they really did need the money, but was it
worth
knowing what Rei would most likely be subjected to? The young blonde
tried
to remain impassive, to tell himself Rei was just another specimen. He
growled and shook his head. "WHAT were you going to do? The deal's off
and
we keep him unless you tell me why you want him so badly!"
The Professor leaned in a little closer to his own video screen.
"Listen, brat. That's classified. I could tell you, but I'd have to
have you
shot after I did. You've got one hour to return it, then we come after
all
three of you. Got it? Now, what do you say? You turn it over to us, you
get
your money and we forget we met. You don't, and there'll be Hell to
pay."
Jim sighed again. Looks like I'm the one who's going to bring
the
roof down on our heads for a change. He gave the Professor his
sweetest
smile and replied. "Go to hell...and have a nice day."
Prof was startled a moment, then his eyes narrowed. "Fine. You
wanna
play hardball, have it your way. But don't say you haven't been
warned...."
With that, the video screen went dead.
Jim let out a shaky breath and fell back against the seat. Looks
like
we won't be able to stay on Heifong anymore... I'd better find Gene so
we
can get the hell offa this mudball. I just hope I don't have to knock
him
out for the trip.
* * *
Meanwhile, Gene had just finished his first tentative kiss with
Rei.
"You know...you taste pretty good Rei."
The winged boy was slightly out of breath from the kiss, managing
only a
nod in reply. When he found his voice again, he replied, "As do you,
Gene...." Gene smiled and let his lips trail over his companions cheek,
and
on down to the slim throat. He suckled the delicate skin above Rei's
pulse
gently as he let one of his hands slide over a lithe arm and the other
over
the tight butt he'd grabbed earlier. Once again he gave it a little
squeeze.
This caused Rei to jump, bringing their hips into contact. The winged
boy's
heart began to beat faster when he noted the redhead's aroused state.
Gene let his other hand drop so he could pull Rei's hips into
closer
contact with his own. He ground their arousals together as he nipped
the
alien's throat gently. "Getting excited Rei? That's good...real good."
A
soft moan passed Reikiki's slightly parted lips at the feel of the
other man
against him. Not quite sure what to do with his hands, the winged boy
idly
traced a gentle finger over one of the scars on Gene's arm.
Gene smiled at the gesture. "I'm afraid scars don't feel much." He
took
Rei's hand and guided it to his nipples, "These on the other hand." The
outlaw shivered as he helped the alien brush his fingers over the dark
reddish-brown nub. "These feel quite nice."
Soon Rei had caught the
hang
of it and experimented a little, lightly pinching the bud of flesh with
careful fingers. Gene let out a small hiss. "Ahhh...that's even better.
You're a fast learner." He let his own hand slid up to gently rub Rei's
nipple with callused fingers. "Let's see if you like it too..." The
winged
boy shut his eyes tightly, inhaling a deep breath at the feel of Gene's
fingers, releasing the breath in a thin moan.
The voice over the speaker was a very unwelcome intrusion, but the
space
pirate covered it well. "Why not move to the bed? I think it's time you
both
got more...comfortable."
The outlaw forced himself to smile. He'd almost forgotten they
weren't
alone. Oh well...the man's right.... These boots are killing me.
He
pressed his lips to Rei's ear and let his hands drop so he could lift
the
alien against him. "Put your legs over my hips Rei." Rei did as he was
instructed, a bit confused at the request. Gene claimed his companion's
mouth hungrily and walked them over to the bed. He almost put Rei on
first
before he remembered the wings and quickly turned around. The redhead
let
himself fall across the sheets, pulling Rei with him. Rei returned the
kiss,
hesitantly running his tongue over the redhead's bottom lip.
Gene shivered slightly then let his hands slide up to begin undoing
the
straps of the alien's simple 'shirt', the rasp of Velcro was harsh in
the
silent room, but somehow...erotic.
Once he had all the straps freed, Gene took hold of the leather and
began to pull it off with infinite care. He couldn't wait to feel Rei's
bare
chest pressed against his own, but he didn't want to damage those
lovely
wings. While the redhead busied himself with this, Rei pulled at the
ties
that he could reach on the shirt Gene wore, untying them and slipping a
hand
inside to brush two fingers down the center of his companion's chest.
Gene tossed the bundle of rings and straps into the corner and
shrugged
out of his own shirt, all while keeping his lips locked to his
companions.
It was still hanging over his forearms when Rei's fingers began their
exploration of his chest. "You sure you've never done this?" he asked
with a
slight groan.
"I...have never gotten much further than this...." Rei replied,
blushing
slightly.
Gene smiled. "That's okay...we all start off virgins. I tell you
what...
Why don't you stand up real quick so we can get the pants off, and I'll
show
you a bit more, ne?" The winged boy's blush deepened a bit, but he
stood, as
Gene suggested.
Gene's hands went to the tight black leather covering Rei's lower
half.
The outlaw could almost see himself in the shiny material. Then the
slight
hiss that announced the speaker being activated came on again. Gene
finally
lost his patience. "Look pal...you're really breaking the mood
here...if
you want your show just keep quiet and watch!!"
"'Fraid it's not your voyeur, Starwind," a familiar, non-scrambled
voice
said over the intercom. "And we have someone here that you might wanna
listen to."
Jim growled and wished he was as good with a gun as Gene. "Get out
of
here Gene!! They were on to us the whole time!! I couldn't find Fred
anywhere and we..." The rest was cut off and the distinct sound of a
tranq
gun's hiss came over the speakers.
Gene sat up abruptly, barely reaching out in time to keep Rei from
tumbling off his hips. "You assholes!! Who do you think you're messing
with?
Nobody tranquilizes my partner and gets away with it!!"
Prof.'s voice came over the speaker again. "You give us the alien
and we
let you both go and pay your money to boot. You don't give it to us and
I'll
do more than tranq him."
Rei stood and faced the mirrored glass. "My name is not 'the
alien.' I
am Reikiki Subsisto, and I will thank you to refer to me as such," he
said
calmly.
"Well, then, Reikiki Subsisto," Prof replied. "Have a nice nap." No
sooner were these words out than a man barged into the room,
tranquilizer
gun raised. Before Rei could turn, the man fired the dart, hitting the
auburn-haired boy in the back, right at the root of his wings. Pain
shot
through him and he screamed. Rei collapsed to his knees, then fell on
his
face.
The man drew a gun and trained it on Gene. "Don't move," he
growled.
Gene snarled, and kneeled beside his fallen comrade.
Jim...Rei....
SHIT.... What the hell am I supposed to do? He glared at the
gunman.
"What have you done?! Where's Jim!?"
The aging Professor walked into the room half-carrying an
unconscious
Jim by a hand clamped around the boy's arm. "Now, Gene Starwind, we
make a
trade." He leveled his own gun at Jim's head. "That alien for your
little
pal. Otherwise he ain't gonna be happy when he wakes up. If he wakes up
at
all."
Gene felt his anger skyrocketing at the way his friend was being
manhandled. He wished he'd brought a gun, he'd love to blast the
Professor
in the face. "You bastard...." I swear I'm going to make you
pay. The
outlaw growled and slowly put his hands behind his head to show he
wouldn't
fight. At least, not at the moment.
"Good choice, pirate," Prof. continued. A couple of his men pulled
Rei
roughly into a semi-standing position, not seeming to care about the
winged
boy's delicate bone structure. "If this--" he indicated the room--
"...Was
all you wanted this alien for, I think we should have it. At least it
won't
be used as a whore if it's with us." The aged man fairly tossed Jim at
Gene.
"And if you follow us, we'll kill this alien very painfully, got it?"
Gene wasn't able to keep it back. "I brought him here to protect
him
from you, sick bastard.... I didn't force him to be here, and at least
I
treated him with something close to affection!"
"Whatever," Prof. replied, waving his free hand. He made another
gesture, and one of his men tossed a handful of chips at Gene. "There's
your
money, hotshot," the aging man groused, then he and his men left the
room
with Rei.
Gene watched them go feeling extremely frustrated at his
helplessness.
He pulled Jim into his arms and checked his vitals, breathing a sigh of
relief as he found the heartbeat strong and steady. He glared at the
chips;
they seemed to mock him, and if he could he'd have vaporized them on
the
spot. Instead he gathered them up; it would be a fitting irony for the
Professor to pay for Jim's care and the weapons he'd need to get Rei
back.
* * *
After a short trip, during which Rei had awoken (and fought like
Hell to
get away, which made the doctors administer a sleeping gas to make him
keep
him quiet), Prof. and his men arrived at Search Conv-Corp. They carried
Rei
into a white room with nothing inside but a single table with straps on
it.
"Prepare to examine the alien," Prof. instructed his men. They
strapped
Rei to the table as Prof was putting on a surgical mask, gloves, and a
surgeon's gown. After securing the winged boy to the table (and on his
back,
no less), the men who'd nabbed Rei left, and a host of others dressed
similarly to the Prof entered the room. Prof. retrieved a pair of
surgical
scissors from a nearby table and began to cut away the leather pants
Rei
still wore.
The winged boy began to awaken, and when he saw his predicament, he
began to struggle against the straps. But, as though it had been
planned
that way, every time he moved, the table under him scratched his wings.
Finally, with a stifled sob, he gave up and lay quiescent as the
doctors
began their examination....
* * *
Gene sighed as he left Jim in the care of the hospital staff. Their
questions had made him terribly uncomfortable; it was as if he couldn't
care
about Jim and not have some sick motive in mind. Okay so maybe the fact
he'd
rushed in half naked still in costume with Jim bruised and in a slave
collar
had a bit to do with it... It was only when he'd handed over one of the
100,000-wong chips the Professor had tossed him that the questions
stopped.
He let out a rueful chuckle. They can pretend to be noble all they
want...it still boils down to money.
The outlaw sighed as he thought back over his short time with the
alien.
The cute blushes, his soft lilting voice, his friendly nature.... He
couldn't leave him in the hands of those scientists. Money made things
easier, but some things simply weren't worth the cost. He knew guilt
was one
of them. I'll find you Rei...and I'll set you free. I promise.
Gene sighed again and went back out to the car. It wasn't his
forte, but
he'd have to dig up what information he could. It was obvious Fred was
no
longer in charge of Fong's. The man was strange, but very loyal. He'd
never
sell him out after he'd paid the price. If he could find Fred, the
'businessman' might have the answers he'd need.
A few minutes later he was literally beating his head against the
desk
in frustration. He couldn't find anything about where Rei might be, and
he
couldn't even find Fred. "AAAUGHH!!! How the heck does Jim do it?!?"
All of a sudden a news flash-type item popped up on the laptop.
Something about an amazing discovery by a dark horse in the field of
scientific research--Gene's eyes widened at the name--Search Conv-Corp.
Reading through the article, it appeared that they'd found a single
specimen
of a species of humanoid creatures thought to have died out millions of
years ago.
Oh yeah! That's it.... Fate must be on my side. He picked up
his
gun, and headed towards the door. He didn't expect to find Jim leaning
against it.
"You weren't thinking of leaving without me, were you Gene?"
Gene shut his jaw and grinned. "It wouldn't be same without you.
Did you
bring any supplies?"
Jim grinned as well, "Of course! I know you well Gene Starwind,
which is
why I pickpocketed a few chips from you before you handed me over to
the
hospital. You should have seen the look on your face when they asked if
you
were my Dad."
Gene stopped patting himself down. He didn't bother asking how Jim
had
managed the trick, it was enough that it would save them some time. He
grinned at his young partner and hopped into the car. "All right!
Let's
go!"
Jim slid behind the wheel and took off. "You know it.... Oh and
Gene...never take up hacking. You left a trail a mile wide, it took me
almost an hour to cover your tracks." The familiar sounds of their
arguing
filled the air with an odd sort of camaraderie as Jim sped towards the
building where they would find the young Perdaetan.
* * *
Rei huddled nude in a corner of the cell-like room they'd placed
him in,
or rather, had thrown him in. His wings were scratched and
aching--bleeding
in some places--his entire body was sore from being poked and prodded,
and
his vision was blurry from something they'd injected him with.
It didn't get bad until they found out that he was empathic. He'd
attempted to convey his displeasure with the situation via mental
links.
Actually, at first it was quite funny, watching all the doctors and
scientists try to figure out where those emotions had come from and
seeing
their expressions when he launched a "bullet" of his feelings. But when
they
realized Rei was the source of the feelings, they drugged him with
something
that wouldn't let him concentrate enough to focus.
The winged boy'd had no defense whatsoever after he'd been drugged,
and
to tell the truth, he really didn't care by that point. He sorely
wished
himself dead, realizing that it would always be like that, for as long
as he
stayed there. He prayed to the god Oguusti that he would be struck down
so
that he wouldn't have to suffer anymore.
But he had more important things to worry about. Today had been the
external examination, which, despite his condition, was relatively
benign.
Tomorrow, however, was the internal examination.
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