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isuspectyouhavefantheories · 4 years ago

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Search for the Sun 🌞

So this is Part 2 of “the Sun” series.

Part 1 found : https://isuspectyouhavefantheories.tumblr.com/post/640838971892662272/the-crossroads-to-the-sun here!

Ok so, NSFW, I can’t figure out how to make this appear shorter or have it appear under the cut cus mobile Tumblr sucks eggs. You heard me.

Takemura/Female V fic

Rated MA, for mature, sexual themes, read at own risk.

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Somewhere in the Mojave....

“We need a new carburettor for this thing V and someone’s gonna have to re-solder this whole board before we can even do that! We aren’t going to be getting our cargo vans very far like.” Saul sighed, closing the hood of the large van with a heavy thud as he wiped the grease and dust from his hands. His expression was his usual deeply worried frown and she noticed how even as he wiped his hands clean they remained oil stained and grubby. He’d been toiling over engines all day, putting one fire out after another.

“I’ll see what Mitch and I can do but it’s gonna take a little while. We’re already trying to get a handle on repairs to the solar panels and honestly that’s the thing I want to make sure we have fixed before night fall. We can stop for the night, recuperate.” She gave him a pointed look that he only waived off. “I’ll fix up the vans in the morning and we can get going after. We have some time before the next storm, quit your worrying.” V offered, punching his arm lightly, Saul only smiled in return.

“How’d you end up being my second in command? I thought that was supposed to be Panam?” He chuckled.

“She’s got her hands full at the moment.”

“With?”

“Dick.”

Saul balked at her and V only waggled her eyebrows, nodding her head in the direction of a lightly rocking AV on the outskirts of camp.

“Incidentally, his name is also Dick.” She chuckled.

“God damnit, PANAM!” She watched in mild amusement as Saul stormed away toward the aforementioned vehicle to reprimand his second for her blatant public fornication. So she heaved herself forward, ignoring the mild ache in her body and forcing her legs and arms to continue obeying her. V decided that she would save herself the mental anguish of tangling with the solar grid and get out of camp for an hour at the least. Evidently fighting burning migraines and muscle spasms was trying at the best of times, especially when attempting to keep up with her duties to the clan.

She didn’t want to sit around and be a burden on them, regardless of Saul and Panam’s insistence on her getting more rest. In truth, she loathed inactivity, too much time to start thinking, or worse, listening to Johnny, who was still holding out the hope she was going to turn the clan around and storm Mikoshi instead of this slow shicide she had carved out for herself instead. The twilight hours were the worst, because there was nothing she could do, hours she had spent staring at her tent roof, only to give up and lay under the stars, at least then she had something to occupy her. It had been especially hard the last few nights and she had more than once woken to Saul staring down at her with a worried look she would wave off and tell him that really, she was fine, dusting the sand from her and continuing on with her day at camp.

She admired the location for what it was, they had chosen a decent spot for the camp and they had some useful vantage points. Any Raffen trying to get the jump on them would be in for a surprise, they’d see their asses a mile wide.

She pulled Evelyn’s cigarette case from her utility belt pocket, igniting it with a match she then shook out to extinguish as she breathed a long drag.

“Fuuuck.” Johnny groaned appreciatively.

“You’re welcome.” She laughed as she gazed at the expanse of the desert. It’s wild beauty marred by burnt out car wrecks and pile upon pile of garbage. Her eyes landed on yet another old ruined petrol station. She couldn’t help but let her mind wander back to the week previous. Her night with Takemura had been everything to her. Laying there in his arms, basking in the beautiful aftermath listening to him breath as he slept, watching the steady rise and fall of his partially plated chest. She had wanted nothing more in the world than to just stay there in that abandoned truck stop, for the rest of their lives they could be there and she’d have been the happiest woman alive. But as she stared down at his sleeping face she knew she was living a pipe dream.

He was loyal to the bone to Arasaka. She would never be enough, she could never pry those chains from him. Even knowing what she had told him, about Hanako and Saburo, she imagined he had dusted himself off the next morning and returned to his master tail between his legs like the well trained guard dog they made him into. Why wait until morning to watch him fumble and ruin a perfectly good fuck, one for the history books, by seeing him slink back to the clutches of the Emperor’s family? Just to feel the raw sting of his departure, the rejection in his blind obedience to the people that saw him only as a pawn to be played. No. She decided to rip the proverbial band aid off. She was a quiet and stealthy thief, expertly manoeuvring around him in silence and then pushing her thorton far enough out of ear shot from him then just... driving away. She had to admit, it was shitty. To just leave him there without so much as a goodbye. But she knew if she had waited it would have been another day of trying to convince him to let her go.

Or he might have even managed to convince you to go back to Arasaka.

Johnny’s interjection to her train of thought startled her and she watched him materialise, cigarette in hand, perching with his legs dangling from a delapidated hoodoo rock a few yards in front of her.

“I wouldn’t have gone with him Johnny. I wasn’t going to just let them shred you into bits, fuck man, gotta give me more credit than that.” She was annoyed he could even insinuate such a thing, especially given where they now stood.

“You didn’t take your blockers during your little roll around with Mr Miyagi.” He groaned and her cheeks immediately flushed a deep crimson. “I know you were thinking it for a moment there in the... aftermath.” He sighed, looking down at her from his perch.

He took off his aviators and pursed his lips as if he was about to say something pivotal to the narrative but more than likely just as irritating as his previous comment so he decidedly closed his mouth, thinking better of it and returning his gaze to the endless desert plains. The fact that she could read him so well now was not lost on her.

“I wasn’t going to let them hurt you. Believe it or not you’re my friend, Johnny.” He glanced down at her again and a smile attempted to tug at the corner of his lips but he put his shades back on and coughed into his closed fist to cover it up.

“Well thanks. I guess. Doesn’t matter now anyway. We’re done for as is I suppose.” He breathed out a plume of holographic smoke that seemed to float off into the desert. “But you’re still thinking about him.” He deadpanned, making her sigh in irritation.

“Look.. it just kills me because... Goro was my friend too. And now he’s...” she smoothed her hair back from her face, letting her hand slide to the nape of her neck and head drooping down to look at her weathered and scuffed steel toe boots, her tool belt slung across her hips, held together by the tied sleeves of her blue net running jumpsuit she had to wear half down due to being in the beating sun while working all day. She could see her skin was already blistered with another light sunburn but also some sun freckles newly blooming. Her hands, more calloused and rough now than in her entire career as an amateur merc. She frowned. “I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. I’m here now Johnny. I know that I shouldn’t keep living in the past but... let me at least mourn. Please?”

“Alright, alright. I get it. Here, just take some advice from a guy who’s had to... leave behind a few broken hearts in his day. Get drunk. Get fucked. Get angry. Get over it. Always worked for me anyhow.” She rolled her eyes at the rocker boy, letting her hand fall to her side, taking the last drag of her cigarette wasn’t even appealing to her so she quickly flicked it away.

“Aw.” Johnny grumbled. “The cherry is the best bit!” He whined but she ignored him. V made to turn back to the camp but some faint movement along the horizon caught her eye. She pulled out her binoculars and got as close as she could to the slightly glimmering and fast approaching object. Upon closer inspection she realised it was a car. And not just any car.

His car.

She froze, glued to the vehicle rapidly approaching the camp.

What the fuck does he think he’s doing?

-———

He admitted to a small amount of apprehension about this move to approach head on as he pulled up alongside the Basilisk, giving it a long stare and praying silently to whatever gods were out there watching over him that he had found the right Nomad camp this time. He had already had to blast his way out of two raffen pits as of yesterday and wasn’t thrilled about the possibility of having to do so again.

A tap on his car window brought him from his thoughts and he rolled it down.

“What brings you here, friend?” Mitch asked, Saul and Panam on the sidelines, iron at the ready.

“I apologise for the intrusion. I mean you no harm, I am simply attempting to locate someone. A friend.” He explained.

“Who’s your friend?” Saul called after him.

“Her name is V.” The Nomads grew quiet, looking between each other. “Perhaps she has passed by here? Stopped for supplies?”

“Excuse me?” Panam sputtered.

“V doesn’t have ties to Arasaka anymore. Suggest you move on.” Saul moved closer to the car window, pushing past Mitch.

He leaned his arm against the top of the car door frame, letting his revolver rest against it in a menacing if threatening show of dominance. This here was the Aldecaldos stomping ground. And he’d be dead in the ground before he let some corpo asshole get their hands on V. Takemura’s eyes hardened a moment on the large nomad, his hands righting on the wheel now as he internally scanned the area with what limited tech he still had to work with. She searched for her signature but either his implants were all now truly offline or she wasn’t here.

“I am not with Arasaka.” Takemura thought he would feel pain at uttering those words, but if anything, each word made him feel lighter.

“Yeah sure. Just covered in Arasaka cyberware, driving around on Arasaka wheels, wearing a full on uniform for their security detail. Totally.” Panam quipped.

Takemura sighed.

“Anymore.” He amended, but the trio still eyed him sceptically, he felt it best he stayed in the car for now.

“Is she here?” He questioned, quickly surveying the camp to try and find her himself, a small kernel of hope planting in his chest as he looked through the small crowd that had gathered by them, hopeful to catch a glimpse of her but Saul’s hand reached out for him roughly, pulling him up to the open window by the front of his shirt with a resounding clunk.

“I don’t know what you’re playing at here but if you think for a second I’m just gonna let you-.”

“Saul. Stop. It’s cool.” Takemura’s head whipped over Saul’s shoulder to the source of the voice. His heart clenched painfully upon seeing V finally.

She was a vision. Almost like a beautiful mirage that had been conjured up by the desert heat and his possible dehydration but upon closer inspection he knew it had to be her. Her every freckle and scar burned into his memory, he would know here anywhere, even caked in soot and sand.

“V, come on, we don’t even know if he’s got people tailing him. We’ve already got our hands full with Militech for Christ’s sake, let’s not go adding to that pile.” Saul glared down, unconvinced by Takemura’s own words.

“I wouldn’t be saying this if I thought he was a danger. He’s not. Please just let me talk to him.” Saul groaned but he made the mistake of meeting her gaze and knew there was no telling her no so he released Goro and opened the door to the car.

“Out. Follow her.” Saul grumbled, hand still leaning against the top of the door, but before Takemura could step out funny a strong hand clamped down on his shoulder. “Try and pull any funny shit though and I’ll drop your ass myself. No hesitation.” Takemura hadn’t realised just how big Saul was before but did not let that deter him.

“I will be sure to keep it in mind.” Goro responded in an uninterested tone, not really registering him, only focusing on V, before quickly making his way to her side. He reached out for her but she had already turned away and was walking up to a trailer, ascending a small flight of stairs before reaching the screen door. She threw him a look over her shoulder and motioned with her head for him to follow.

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Once inside the privacy of the trailer V rounded on him, her eyes filled with confusion and anger.

“What the fuck, Goro?” She hissed. “Why are you here?”

He swallowed thickly, never realising that even through all his fighting to get back to her side, he had never even put his reasoning into words. And he had always had a defined reason for everything he did, it was something he was fucking known for. But now, standing here he couldn’t even begin to rationalise any of his actions, only that being here now already felt more right than anything in his life ever had. He opened and closed his mouth like a gaping fish. She noticed his silence but was quickly distracted by his haggard appearance. Her eyes widened however at the lack of the dim lights on his cybernetics.

She reached for him cautiously, her fingertips brushing against the red outer wiring of his throat that no longer glowed with the hum of electronics and now simply shined in the dim light, essentially now just useless plastic.

“Your implants...” she whispered, tracing her finger down the line of the metal overlay of his neck and to the edge of his jaw, Goro watching her every motion with laser focus. “Why are they..?”

“They were deactivated when I failed to return a few days ago.” he wanted to reach for her, to touch her, that’s all he’s thought about day and night since she left him. “I was starting to think I was going to die out there before I found you.” He chuckled softly yet he inwardly savoured how close she was, her scent, near unchanged since their night together. The scent was now infused with a small background of motor oil now that clingged to her hands but it was strangely fitting for her.

“Why?” She whispered angrily at him, her eyes burning with unshed tears.

He raised his own hand now to weave with hers, holding it to his heart as he stared down at her with so much sureness, so much care and devotion that she felt unworthy.

“I defected, V.” Her eyes widened at him but still she said nothing. “I am... I can’t go back. If you only have a short time left, then... there isn’t anywhere else I want to be. I want to be here with you, I don’t want to miss a second of you ever again. I-.” He closed his eyes, terrified to see her reaction but was nearly sent spinning as she thrust herself without warning at him, her arms suddenly wrapping around his shoulders. His own arms instinctively wrapped around her, returning the embrace yet part of him still feared the worst.

Did she pity him? Is that why she said nothing? Was this her letting him down gently? She was always too kind for her own good.

“Goro... oh my god.” She breathed against him and he tightened his grip around her burying his face in her neck, breathing her in deeply. Feelings of peace, serenity, a meaning in his life he had been searching for ever since he escaped the slaughter house of Chiba-11. He thought that meaning was to serve those who had uplifted him from that barbaric place. But they didn’t save him. They used him.

It was this tiny trembling powerhouse of a woman that barrel assed her way into his life and irrevocably entangled herself with him, she had been the one who reignited his purpose. Opened his eyes and never lied to him. She had never left him behind. Only when she thought he was truly beyond her reach did she finally resign herself to letting him go.

But now, in the security of her arms, he knew he was never going to let that happen again.

“I can’t believe I finally found you...” he breathed, letting the feeling of her arms around him be engraved deeply in his heart, the lines on his face began slowly relaxing as he stroked the dip of her back gently.

V finally looked up at him and he swiped away some stray tears from her slightly flushed cheeks with a curled finger before caressing them in his hand fully. He stared down at her with an adoration she had never imagined him capable of, it felt to her as though she had never been truly seen before now and could only grasp his outstretched arm and reach for the back of his head pulling his face closer to hers when he finally moved forward, reuniting her lips with his in a passionate kiss. Her fingertips grazed over his jaw lightly, drawing a sigh from him and letting it meld into the kiss as he tried desperately to hold her closer.

She pulled back from him but his lips trailed after hers again, loathed to be parted from her just yet, but she placed two fingers on his lips to halt his pursuit and worry shot through him again.

“I think we should explain to the clan before Saul comes in here and decks you.” She chuckled, reaching up to kiss him on the cheek sweetly and he leaned into her touch, the sudden panic receeding, before smiling back at her and nodding. She made to move to the door, hand already pulling the handle open when his own grasped her free one and interlaced their fingers, grinning like a cat down at her.

“So they don’t shoot me on sight.” He joked, V could only huff lightly but her own smirk betrayed her feigned annoyance.

“Hush. Be nice.” She snipped.

They stepped out of the trailer and at the bottom of the stairs to the trailer was the holy Aldecaldos trinity themselves. Panam looked between the two and their interlock hands with mild confusion first before realisation dawned on her and she mouthed ‘that’s him?’ rather more obviously than she thought she had but never the less winked at friend.

Goro looked down at her curiously but V just shook her head.

“She’ll tell you herself at some point.” V whispered, leaving him far more confounded than before.

“So? What’s this about?” Saul stood in front of them now arms crossed but glaring heatedly at Takemura.

“Drop the tough guy act Saul come on.” She shoved him playfully but Saul only scowled deeper. “He defected.” Saul’s eyebrows rose in surprise for a moment but suspicion reaffirmed itself at the forefront of his mind once more.

“Bullshit.” Saul spat.

“I left Arasaka because I no longer believe in them.” He looked down at V’s hand in his and gave her a reassuring squeeze. “I believe in V. And she has put her trust in you and your clan. I wish to stay with her. You know that... she does not have long.” She squeezed him

back at this, hearing the slight waiver in his voice at that but he continued. “I will work, I will do whatever is needed of me in order to stay by her side.” He bowed his head politely and Saul was at a loss for words, casting his gaze back to Panam and Mitch but only receiving a tired sigh and a shrug from Mitch and a rather heated scowl from Panam that said ‘if you don’t let the ninja stay I’m going go get an emp and blast an AV out of the sky again’, and Saul could only sigh tiredly. He rubbed his forehead with the heel of his palm in a gesture of defeat but his eyes spoke an understanding and no inherent objection to the arrangement.

“Alright. You work, like the rest of us. We all pull our own weight here and there’s plenty to do.” Panam fist pumped in the air and squealed with glee, making V laugh at her antics but Saul gave her an exhausted look before grinning devilishly. “ Since there’s another mouth to feed and person to arm, we’re gonna need to do a recount on inventory. Thanks for offering to do it Panam.” Saul rounded on his heel, making for his own tent as the orange pink swash of dusk settled over the desert. Mitch followed after while Panam gave her a quick pat on the shoulder before departing to her new hell, inventory.

“Look at you guys, just the picturesque happy couple living on the edge of the law, running with nomads, being all in love and shit. Warms my cold dead pixilated heart.” Johnny drawled as he leaned up against the trailer.

V chose to ignore him but grinned Takemura wrapped his free arm around her and rested his head atop hers as he rubbed loving circles into the small of her back, she sighed into his chest and grinned like a fool. Nothing was going to bring her mood down. Not raffen, not Johnny, not the broken to shit solar panels.

She groaned suddenly at the memory of her ever growing list of chores left.

“V?” He questioned, straining his neck down to see her.

“Fucking solar grid.” She hissed ruefully into his shoulder before pulling away.

“I’ve got some solar panels to fix and a carburettor to solder before the day is over.” She groaned, but Takemura squeezed her reassuringly.

“Lead the way.” He chuckled.

“You want to help?” She asked incredulously.

He brushed his hand through her soft chocolate brown coloured locks, twirling the tail ends around her shoulders between his thumb and index. He had a feeling his new unconscious obsession was going to be her hair.

“I’m going to have to learn aren’t I?” He chuckled. “And I have a feeling I’m going to like being your student. Lead on, sensei.”

She giggled before pulling away from him, hands still interlaced as she tugged him towards the solar panels on the far side of camp.

—————

“Welcome to solar grid maintenance 101, class is in session.” She announced.

Goro sat on a rock beside the van, next to the start of the solar grid that went from the back of the van to the further reaches of the edge of their camp, with a small group of four guarding the grid perimeter at all times. He noticed a few of them giving him wary or curious looks but did his best to ignore them. He was sure in time he would seem less threatening but he knew he would only achieve this through time, example and not relying only on shows of good faith. He leaned forward, arms resting against his knees, watching as she peeled back a flexible plastic covering over the front of the panel, uncovering a plated and wired grid he assumed is what absorbed power from the Sun.

“Ok, so. You need a fully wired and calibrated solar panel, batteries, a charge controller and an inverter.” She gestured to each item in front of her. “Once you have these it’s just a matter of following instructions. Then you gotta figure out what your output is gonna be, simply calculate watt hours by using each of the electric tools and machinery’s power ratings, multiplied by the time in hours it will be running...” He continued to listen to her intently, taking mental notes as she went on and was pleasantly surprised by how much she knew. The woman was practically a walking, talking encyclopaedia for off grid living.

He imagined she had learned this with her original nomad clan.

“And... vóila!” The grid hummed to life, the electrical tickering and slight glow from the panels confirmed this. “And tomorrow you’re gonna help me dismantle, clean and stow them.” She slowly rose from her kneeling position but wobbled a bit, Takemura’s lightning fast reflexes kicked into action and he reached out to stabilise her. She gave him a sheepish yet thankful smile.

“Are you-?”

“Just light headed, I stood up to fast.” His levelled gaze cut through her, narrowed eyes studying her intently. “And we’ve been sitting in the sun for an hour. I’d say I could go for something to eat though. Haven’t had anything since last night come to think of it.” She pulled away, attempting to move away from the subject of her health as quickly as she could, but her hand stayed resting open palmed against his chest as she stared almost through him. She still couldn’t believe he was here. Standing next to her in the flesh. She couldn’t even really fathom eating right now but she knew she had to at least try to keep her strength up. But fucking damn. Of all the ways this day was going to go, this was certainly not one of them, not that she was complaining.

His finger captured her chin and tilted her gaze to his, pulling her from her thoughts as if he could sense her inner turmoil.

“What is the expression, ‘I am here for the...’ ah.” He looked up to think an moment as if the phrase was written in the sky before seemingly finding it among the clouds and looking back down at her, grinning from ear to ear. “‘I am... ‘In this for the long haul’, as you say.” She snorted a laugh at him letting her head fall foreword against him as he pulled her further into his embrace. “So stop looking at me as if I’m going to suddenly disappear.” Her fingers squeezed his in response and she looked up resting her chin on his shoulder now.

“Promise?” She whispered, making his chest rumble in laughter.

“Yakusoku.” He affirmed before kissing her forehead loving.

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They had eaten their fill of some synth beef chilli at the camps mess tent and Goro wasn’t about to disclose how much he had actually enjoyed the hot meal. Wandering around in the desert for a week he had been living off of whatever least expired protein bars and soda cans he could find, which had been almost as awful as the scop burgers and noodles in night city, but at least they had been some way warm.

They had made their way to V’s tent which was set up next to her Thorton and some work benches and a trailer with two bikes standing in it. He recognise one to be her beloved Arch and the other a gold and silver heavy terrain 700cc bike with the clans name spray painted boldly along the side of it.

“Here we are. Home sweet home I guess. For now.” She sighed, flopping down into her large sleeping cot with a heavy plop. Takemura stood awkwardly for a moment before fastening the entrance flap closed. There was a fold up chair and two electric lamps illuminating the small space. He suddenly felt out of place but V was quick to pick up on his uncharacteristic fidgeting, giving him an inquisitive glance.

“Cot’s a bit small but we can manage for tonight. Or there’s another cot in storage we can go and-.” Takemura shook his head.

“We can manage.” He grinned sheepishly and she giggled at him, taking a seat on the edge of the cot, patting the spot next to her as an invitation to join her. He took two long strides and he was at her side once again, his hand snaking around her waist as he leaned his head gently on her shoulder. Leaning into him, V interlaced their free hands together, marvelling at how well they fit together.

“You must be exhausted.” She sighed, extending her hand to his face where she swiped away a errant few strands of silver hair that escaped his otherwise well kept topknot, her cool fingers a welcome sensation against his forehead.

“Not really.” He stifled a yawn and she looked up at him pointedly, his own gaze eluding her.

“Evidently.” She chuckled, but a sudden flash of inspiration hit her and she grinned up at him.

“What are you doing?” He asked warily as she began to slink herself around to kneel in front of him, her hands running up and down his thighs in a firm yet teasing trail.

“Well we do have a lot to do in the morning and you require a good nights sleep for what’s coming.” He eyed her suspiciously but couldn’t help the small grin threatening to tug at the corner of his lips. “Couldn’t possibly let you lie awake all night and screw yourself over tomorrow.” She ran her hand over the growing bulge at the apex of his legs, which he opened wider as she settled between them.

“V...” he breathed his head beginning to loll back and eyes flutter closed, his breath hitching she she unzipped him and pulled him of the confines of his suit pants, his member springing free, already fully hard. She gave him some light pumps, enclosing her fist around as much of him as she could. He wasn’t a monster in size, but impressive.

“Speaking of impressive cocks.” Johnny’s voice pierced her mind and she wanted to scream. “Can we leave mine out of this. Please, if yourself gonna fuck the corpo grandpa just take a fucking omega blocker so I don’t have to as well.” She shook her head and sighed, pulling away from Goro.

His eyes fluttered open.

“Is something wrong?” He breathed.

“Just gotta take something before I forget.” She smiled back at him reassuringly before popping two of the red pills.

She turned back to him and something about seeing him sitting there, disheveled clothes, cock standing to attention, lips parted and panting lightly in anticipation, sent a rush of some indescribable feeling through her system. He watched her hungrily but patient in his pining, she couldn’t help the heat between her own legs beginning to rise. She locked their gaze, lips still curved into her signature teasing grin and she began to pull off her tank top painfully slowly, dragging it up to her chest. He watched her relieve her body of the sweat and dirt stained cloth throwing it over her head and groaned lowly when he saw she wasn’t wearing anything underneath save for her tattooed flesh. Lotus flowers bloomed colourfully at her shoulders, and just between her pert little breasts. He traced them with his eyes and felt his body tense in suspense as she saunter toward him, a sultry sway in her hips saying she knew exactly what she was doing to him. She sank down to her knees again before him, her fingers wrapping around his still hard manhood making him hiss at the contact before a strangled gasp tore from his throat as she resumed pumping him again. He reached out his hand to touch her but she slapped him away lightly.

“Ah, ah, ah.” She wagged her finger tauntingly at him, then running them down his chest back down to curl back around his member, giving him a tug that made him groan once more. “Look. Don’t touch.” She then began to lower her lips to him, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head as she encased him in her warm pink lips, her devilish tongue flicking along the sensitive underside of his cock. He moaned louder as she moved against him but forced his hand over his mouth to stifle himself. They weren’t alone out here so he had to remember to control his vocalisations but she was not making it easy.

He leaned back further down on his elbows watching her intently through hooded eyes as she devoured him, her mouth sinking down slowly, taking him all the way to the hilt letting him hit the back of her throat with an audible gag that made him whine in need then gliding back up, dragging her lips back to the tip, letting her tongue swirl around him a few times before swallowing him once again. He struggled against his urge to fist his hands into her hair as she kept up her ministrations, fearing she’d stop what she was doing, because what she was doing was so fucking good he thought he was going to die if she didn’t finish.

“V... please I’m going to....” he gasped, one hand stretched out behind him as he bit the knuckle of his other hand to surpress his cries.

He felt her chuckle against him, his end so close he could practically taste it as she continued to bob energetically against him. A few more pumps and he had to bite his knuckle so hard he drew blood so as not to roar from the force of his climax, blowing his load in her mouth which she swallowed it readily. He swore he saw stars for a moment, a blinding light show all of his own as he rode the high for as long as he could until he fell back against the cot, attempting to catch his breath as V released him from her mouth with a faint pop.

She pulled herself up and crawled over him, resting her chin against his chest that now rose and fell erratically from his ragged breathing, waiting there patiently for it to even. He lifted his head to look at her, small beads of sweat clinging to his forehead but a stupidly pleased grin now plastered his face as he lifted a hand to caress her cheek and stroked her cheekbone with the pad of his thumb tenderly. He held her there for a moment, unsure if it was the aftermath of his climax or the low lighting of the tent, but to him, right now in all her dishevelment, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever beheld. He dragged her up to him, lips meeting hers at last, tasting her felt like home, regardless of the lingering taste of himself on her lips. Goro pulled her closer to deepen the kiss before pulling away to gaze at her agin. She was the one panting now, her full pink lips, that had only a few moments been driving him to near insanity were parting enough for him so see her devilishly nimble tongue and the flush dusting her cheeks was starting to do things he didn’t know could be done, his member already twitching to life again, slowly but surely.

“You feeling more relaxed then?” Her laugh, like a tinkling bell, brought his attention back into the room and he could only smirk down at her slyly.

“Partially.” He lifted himself up fully wrapping his arms around her then flipping them so she was trapped underneath him. “But I’m afraid I’m more awake now than I was before.” He whispered, lowering his lips to suckled at her collarbone where he began to trail a searing line of bites and kisses down her chest, stopping to tease her nipples as he lavished them thoroughly, leaving her shivering and gasping uncontrollably beneath him. “The opposite of the desired effect I think.” He chuckled lowly, lifting his hand to her mouth and clamping firmly over it to quieten her mewls while he began to drag the fingers of his other hand up to the bottom half of her netrunner jumpsuit. Untying the sleeves he pulled the zipper further down to the end. It reached just above her mound, a few more inches on the zip and he’d have been able to access her. Shame, he though but immediately tugged the skintight nano plastic material down over her hips, her purple thong coming with it. He didn’t pull it all the way down, allowing the material to bunch at her knees before pulling back, letting both her legs stretch up to rest against his shoulder as he stared down at her, a shit eating grin breaking over his lips as he soaked in the sight of her, trapped in his web. She huffed at him in mild displeasure at the loss of control but her eyes widened when she felt his fingers trace her slit softly. His arm curled around her legs, anchoring them against him as he continued to tease her.

“What are you-?” He silenced her with two fingers plunging inside her, making her arch her back as she barely managed to stifle a moan. He thrust his fingers into her wetness again and again, all while his gaze fixed on her face, contorted by pleasure as he took delight in her every twitch and convulsion.

He let another finger enter her, curling them, tickling a sensitive collection of nerves inside her. Her juices dripped down his hand, his attention switching down to where his fingers pumped relentlessly and he felt himself moan at the sight of her absolutely soaking his hand. He felt his cock strain against her thigh but he ignored his growing need. He had work to do. She nearly cried out when he stopped, her eyes finally fluttered open to see him gazing down at her, smirking triumphantly above her.

“Hey.” She pouted, wiggling against him only making him chuckle quietly.

He pulled her legs free finally, tossing the jumpsuit to the far corner of the tent but trailing his hands from the underside of her thighs, to the under side of her ankles, yanking up sharply which pulled her further down the cot so her ass now rested on his lap. Her ground himself against her, his free member brushing against her slit as he draped each of her legs against either shoulder. He leaned foreword her legs stretching to rest nearly by her ears with how flexible she was. Without warning he entered her, both of them gasping quietly. He filled her so completely, V let the feeling wash over her until he began moving at an achingly slow pace. He found purchase at the head of the cot, using it to drive himself harder and harder into her. Reaching up she caressed his head in her hands, his eyes closing at the contact, savouring it, then opening again to see her.

His breath hitched in his throat, not just at the majesty of her wild curls fanned out and framing her so perfectly. Not at her being stretched and splayed out for him, like a cover pin up they used to sneak into the army barracks, back when he did foolish brazen things like that, no. The trust in her eyes. She was letting him take control, letting him take her, however he wanted. She wasn’t scanning the room for the nearest viable exit like she did in every room or so far away in her mind he wondered if she could even hear him above the noise of the engram erasing her. She was right here, willing and ready for him. He wasn’t going to last long, not after already climaxing earlier but he refused to leave her hanging, letting his thumb roll her clit firmly, over and over. He leaned forward to swallow her cries as she came undone beneath him, his own release coming not to far behind her.

He leaned back, letting her legs down on either side of his hips, but stayed connect with her. He leaned back into her, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her nose then her lips, making her smile sleepily against him.

“You’re still in your clothes.” She taunted against his shoulder as he chuckled.

“It’s hard to think about anything clearly with you around.” He mumbled against her neck.

“Hey, don’t you dare fall asleep on me dickhead.” She snorted, poking him enough to make him groan then move to the side, allowing her to stand up from the cot. She walked over to a duffel bag where she pulled a loose white shirt from and threw it on. The fabric reached her knees and he scoffed at how small she was.

“Oi, no sand in my bed, get those dusters off.” She ordered and he sighed, pulling himself from his bliss to shed his coat and other garments leaving him only in his boxers. He fell back into the cot heavily, rubbing his eyes as a yawn escaped his lips. She rejoined him, crawling and moulding herself into his side while his arms immediately snaked around her as he buried her face into the crook of her neck, V stroking his hair soothingly.

For the first time in what felt like forever, he went to sleep without knowing where he was going to be tomorrow and not caring in the slightest.

#goro takemura #cyberpunk 2077 #takemura x v #goro takemura x v #goro x v #takemura goro x v #takemura goro #the sun #search for the sun

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tsarisfanfiction · 5 years ago

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Unexpected

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Gen (brief, family-friendly allusion to the birds and bees) Genre: Family Characters: Scott, John, Gordon, Alan, Virgil, EOS

Yup, another fic for @gumnut-logic‘s #irrelief! The prompt used here is ““We’re going to be uncles!” A Tracy has reproduced (can be Kayo too)” from @shirubie. Maybe not quite what the prompt implies, though.

When it came to the next generation, Scott didn’t think it would happen quite like this.

“I can’t believe it!”

Gordon’s sudden exclamation was greeted by silence from his older brothers. Scott raised an eyebrow before returning to the metaphorical mountain of paperwork on his desk. EOS had been a thoroughly internal affair, and while none of them intended on letting anyone in the GDF – including Colonel Casey, for all that she was on their side – learn the truth about what exactly had gone down during those disastrous moments on Thunderbird Five, the fact remained that several distress calls had gone unanswered for hours and the GDF wanted answers.

Finding a way to cover it all up without revealing John’s inadvertent creation of a sentient AI several years earlier, or the fact that said sentient AI now resided full time on the most technologically advanced satellite in the world, was tricky. It was not helped by the fact that she was currently only trusted entirely by John, although Scott suspected the rest of his brothers were being fast won over, and she reminded him more than a little of John when he’d been that age (assuming, of course, that EOS was approximately ten years old – John had not been forthcoming on when, exactly, he’d written the base coding).

Like creator, like… creation?

“What is it, Gordon?”

Unlike the elder brothers – Virgil was steadfastly tickling ivories without pause, and John might not be actively hovering, but Scott knew his line with them was always open (unless a certain AI – nope, not going to go there right now) – Alan had not mastered the art of working out when Gordon needed to be listened to, and when he was simply attention-seeking. Or maybe he had but had yet to tire of enabling him – or maybe, just maybe, Alan was bored of cleaning.

It was probably the latter. No-one liked cleaning, not even MAX.

“John!” Gordon called out, his tone almost accusatory, instead of directly answering his younger brother.

John, blessed with the patience of a saint but also, more importantly, the ability to tell when Gordon should be listened to, and when he should not, didn’t answer.

He did, however, pop up in miniature in the corner of Scott’s holoprojector, out of Gordon’s line of sight, and rolled his eyes. Scott appreciated the proof that the line was indeed open, and not being hijacked by EOS. He shook his head slightly in return, amused if a little exasperated at the elder blond’s outburst – whatever inane thing it was he’d thought of.

“Joo-oooohn!” Gordon repeated, in that annoying, grinding way of splitting a brother’s name into two syllables when it clearly only had one that both Scott and John hated. “Johnny!” Turquoise eyes hardened in frustration – two syllables in ‘Jo-ohn’ was one thing, but ‘Johnny’ was detested. Scott couldn’t agree, preferring ‘Scotty’ to ‘Sco-ott’ himself, or even ‘Scooter’, as his brothers occasionally bastardised his name. ‘Scotty’ was childish, but ‘Sco-ott’ was just whining.

Still, John remained silent. Patience was a virtue, and one John had far more of than Gordon. The eventual victor was already clear.

“I know you’re listening!” Gordon continued, and oh dear, there was the end of the patience. Willing or not, they were all about to be made privy to whatever revelation the aquanaut had come to. Scott didn’t have a clue what it could be, but knowing Gordon, it was probably going to be nonsense.

From the look he got from John, he wasn’t alone in that opinion.

“Jooohnny.” Now it was a whine. Dogs whined, little kids whined. Fully qualified aquanauts with military training also whined, apparently. Or maybe it was just ones named Gordon Cooper Tracy. Scott had never really interacted with WASP during his time in service. “Why didn’t you say you had a kid?”

John choked, immediately drawing the attention of the two youngest as they whirled around to see his miniature hologram perched on Scott’s – Dad’s – desk.

“Were you hiding?” Alan asked, launching himself away from the broom he was supposed to be sweeping popcorn crumbs off of the den floor with – which clattered to the floor loudly – to cling to the edge of the desk. Gordon was hot on his heels.

“A kid?” Virgil asked, the quiet melody stopping as the middle child abandoned his sonata and came to join the huddle of brothers around the desk. “Where did that come from, Gordon?”

“You mean EOS?” Alan sounded surprised, as though he’d only just drawn the conclusion. Scott wondered if Gordon had already brought him in on this crazy scheme, but even if he hadn’t, Alan had beaten him to the punch on whatever was going through Gordon’s head, anyway. Maybe blond-haired teenager brothers had a psychic link. It might explain a few things, anyway.

“EOS?” John asked, jogging Scott out of suppositions about psychic younger brothers and back to the bizarre conversation at hand. “My kid?”

“Well she is, isn’t she?” Gordon challenged, arms crossed and eyebrow raised in a manner that looked rather familiar from the mirror. “You made her. And now she’s living with you while you teach her how tell right from wrong.”

“I know you know how children happen,” John said bluntly. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“You made her,” Gordon repeated, and beside him Alan, who had been looking thoughtful, began to nod.

“Gordon’s right,” he said, and John turned an incredulous look on him. Scott shared a look of ‘what are we supposed to do about this’ with Virgil. “You made her base coding, and now she’s growing up.”

“She is growing up?” Gordon interjected, and Scott realised John had been backed into a corner. Saying EOS wasn’t maturing would both be a lie – she was – and also a sure way to upset the AI who was no doubt eavesdropping on the conversation.

“Of course she is,” John defended her. “She’s learning.”

“Like a child,” Gordon pressed. “Ergo, your daughter.”

“Those two things aren’t mutually-”

“John?”

EOS cut off the ginger’s argument, her recently installed own hologram projecting into the midst of their discussion. Scott just started wondering when she was going to appear.

“Yes, EOS?” John asked, his head turning to look at what Scott assumed was the security camera EOS had taken for a ‘body’ up in Thunderbird Five.

“Your brothers are referring to me as your ‘daughter’, but I checked the internet for how ‘daughter’s are created, and I have no recollection of such an act occurring to create my code.”

Alan and Gordon burst out laughing, and even Scott couldn’t resist joining Virgil in a chuckle as John’s face turned redder than his hair.

“EOS, that’s- why were you looking at that?” he demanded, over Gordon’s gasps for air. Virgil helpfully patted the aquanaut’s shoulder, and got a baleful look for it.

“To understand, John,” the AI said. “You said I should research facts before reaching conclusions.”

“I did,” John sighed, rubbing his face with one hand. “I should have known that would come up sooner or later. So, what conclusion did you come to?”

“That I am your daughter.”

Scott found himself witness to the rare sight of a baffled John.

“But you just said you didn’t understand what Gordon meant,” Alan pointed out, before John could articulate whatever was going through his head.

“Research implies that while intercourse is how a daughter or son is created, it is not the only way one may be obtained,” EOS replied, sounding as smug as a computer-generated voice could – and perhaps more than Scott ever thought one would. “The act of sheltering a younger being in one’s home and assisting in their growth and understanding is also one of parenthood. Thus, it would not be incorrect to state that John is my father and I am John’s daughter.”

“I don’t think that’s quite how it works,” Virgil muttered, but he was drowned out by Gordon’s triumphant shout.

“I told you so!” he crowed. “EOS is John’s daughter!”

John was shaking his head, but Scott saw the fond smile on his face.

“Okay, fine,” the ginger said. “Yes, EOS, that makes you my daughter. But, please, just keep calling me John.”

“Spoilsport,” Gordon sulked. “Hey, EOS. If you’re John’s daughter that makes you my niece, so feel free to call me ‘Uncle’!”

“And me!” Alan chimed in. Scott shared another look with Virgil, and they silently agreed to stay out of it.

“Don’t encourage them, EOS,” John muttered, and the white ring of lights flared again.

“John does not wish me to,” she said. “So I shall not. After all, research suggests that daughters obey their fathers.”

Her hologram vanished, leaving behind a pair of gaping blonds. John turned his attention to them.

“Thank you,” he said. “Now I have some explaining to do.” His hologram disappeared as well.

Scott shook his head in despair. John was patient, but one day he’d get revenge on the teenagers. Scott was quite content to remain a fly on the wall for the eventual payback.

In the meantime, he had the GDF to throw off the scent of his newly-named niece. Not quite the way he’d imagined the family expanding.

#irrelief #irrelief2020 #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #tsari writes fanfiction #shirubie #scott tracy #john tracy #alan tracy #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #eos #episode tag #technically #oops i'm back in scott pov again #thunderfluff

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chances-r-high · 4 years ago

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@leera-ozynite @vindication-thy-name-is-dwight

Chance always looked forward to his weekly lunches with Leera. It was something he’d set up once he’d reconnected with her, a reassurance that he still very much adored her. She was basically his mom, after all. Even if Midge had taken on the roll for a while, no one could ever take Leera’s place.

However, he’d noticed some things in the past few weeks that had left him concerned. She would appear very tired, and either wouldn’t have much of an appetite or eat enough food for at least ten people. She’d mention feeling sick, nauseous specifically, and he began to become extremely worried. Was she alright? Had she contracted some terribly disease.

However, it was when the weird food combinations began that his worry melted into a visceral feeling of dread.

“Leera,” Chance asked, watching as she put pineapples and hot sauce over her stuffed mushrooms. “Can I ask you something?”

Leera looked up from taking a huge bite, chewing and swallowing before answering. Always a lady. “Of course, sweetheart. You can ask me anything.”

He wondered if she thought he just didn’t suspect. He was a doctor, a doctor trained by Midge. Someone who had had several children, three of which he’d delivered. “Are you pregnant?”

That seemed to make Leera tense, her fork stopping short of piercing another pineapple and hot sauce covered stuffed mushroom. She kept her eye focused on the table, not looking up at Chance for a moment. “What would make you think that?” Her voice quivered.

Chance sighed roughly through his nose. He felt every one of his nerves buzzing to the surface. Anxiety, a deep seeded need to protect someone he loved, fear of another living being having to go through what he did. “It’s his isn’t it?” He wasn’t sure why that question tumbled out of him. Leera was loyal to a fault.

Perhaps some part of him hoped…

Leera’s gaze snapped up to meet Chance, unable to help the slight offense she took at his question. She always found it remarkable how different Chance and Dwight’s eyes were, even though they were genetically the same. Dwight’s were icy, but not cold, like a sparkling snow cap mountain in the distance, daunting but beckoning. Chance’s were like the sky on a warm and clear day, welcoming, never hiding a single emotion the boy was feeling. It was two very different possibilities from the same biological make up. It was something Leera couldn’t help but find fascinating.

“Yes. The baby is Dwight’s,” she answered evenly. She had no intention of having a fight with Chance, it was the last thing she wanted, but she also wasn’t going to apologize for this. There were many things she felt inclined to apologize to Chance for, things she’d already apologized for profusely. But this...she wouldn’t feel guilty for it.

Nor would Chance make her feel guilty for it. She knew Leera loved Dwight, knew how deep her dedication to the man went. He also knew the bastard had been on his best behavior for the past year, even helping Addie save him from the Thropodians. He’d also rescued Agent Dib a couple times, not to mention had been taking care of his father for quite some time.

And that changed absolutely none of the animosity Chance held for his asshole of a creator.

He had every right be pissed. Every right to hate the man for as long as he lived. He’d been reassured of every turn that he owed him nothing, and by Togal if he wasn’t going to run with that.

However, this particular situation granted a special sort of action. Leera meant a lot to him. And, whether he liked it or not, she was with Dwight for the long haul. That being said, he was going to make damn sure the old man didn’t fuck this up.

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He was surprised when no one stopped him from entering the space station. Perhaps they’d been told that the High Chancellor of the Galactic Alliance was off limits. Probably for the best on Dwight’s part. If there was one way for him to get on Addie’s bad side, it was kill one of her fiances.

Or maybe it was the large Cane Corso and cougar flanking him as he stomped down the hall.

Justice isn’t about what’s going to make us feel better. It’s about what’s right. That’s what she’d told him when she’d said she was going to put that anklet on him. It had been the hardest pill for him to swallow. If it had been anyone else, he wouldn’t have been so damn upset. But she was right. He knew she was right, no matter how much he hated the circumstances.

Sometimes he wondered if maybe he’d found himself in the same position as Leera, blindly devoted to someone who could easily drag him down. He would always immediately slap that thought away. Addie was nothing like Dwight. He felt guilty by just the inkling of such a thought.

He finally reached Dwight’s office, not bothering to knock as he flung the doors out of his way. There was a sick sense of satisfaction at seeing the old man jump. If only it had been enough to give him a heart attack.

“Chance,” Dwight said, surprise and confusion coloring his tone. He kept the hint of worry hidden. Chance would never come to him willingly, let alone in such a boisterous manner. “What are you doing here?”

Chance glared, shoving his trembling hands into his pockets. Deep breaths. This was for Leera. He took a step forward and Persephone and Diana followed suit, the large black dog growling as she looked up at Dwight. “Easy girl,” he told her. She obeyed him, sitting primly. But her dark eyes never left the man sitting at the desk.

“I hear congratulations are in order,” Chance said, taking another step forward. Diana and Persephone didn’t follow this time, but they hovered in the background, waiting.

Dwight’s eyes darted from Chance to the two animals behind him, his brow furrowing. “I had adopted the impression that you were above intimidation tactics,” he said carefully. There wasn’t any kind of snark or fear or...anything behind it. Just a statement.

Chance gave a humorless laugh. “I don’t think you’re in any position to judge whether or not I am above such tactics.” Don’t try to verbally spar your way out of this one, old man. You taught me every trick you know.

Dwight stared for a moment longer before letting out a long sigh. He was tired. Not only did he have his company to run, and have Johnny to monitor, but now he had a baby on the way. It was a lot all at once. Not to mention, he’d pretty much give Chance anything he wanted at this point. It was the least he could do. “What do you want, Chance?”

Chance balled his hands into fists, keeping them tight in his pockets. His back teeth grinded together as he tried to keep his cool. Every fiber of his being wanted to pick up the nearest object and beat Dwight to death with it. Or burst into tears. He would do neither, though. For Leera’s sake and for the sake of his pride, respectfully.

“Are you going to be there, this time?” Chance demanded, forcing his voice to remain even and strong. “Look me in the eye and tell me you’re going to be there this time.” For the good and the bad. For anything they need. Tell me you’re not going to just throw another one away. He wanted to believe that Leera wouldn’t tolerate it this time, but he just didn’t know...

At the same time...even he couldn’t deny the changes Dwight had made…

And he hated that with his whole being.

Dwight was quiet for several moments, moments that felt like hours. He’d already swore from the moment Leera decided she wanted them to keep this child, to raise it properly, that he wouldn’t fuck up this time. He’d been a decent father before, hadn’t he? Couldn’t he be that again? He hadn’t been that for Chance, and no apology in the universe would be enough for what he put the boy through…

And he knew this promise wouldn’t be enough either…

But he knew what this was really about. They both did. And it was not about either of them. It was about the woman currently carrying Dwight’s child.

“I swear,” Dwight said to Chance, his gaze unwavering from the boy’s, “I will not fail this one.”

Chance dug his nails into his palms, his breathing becoming shaky. His throat felt tight, and forced himself to clear it loudly. He glowered at Dwight for his choice of words. Fucking asshole.

He was even more pissed off that he could tell that the fucker meant what he was saying, giving Chance no out to say or do anything violent or angry.

“Okay,” he said, becoming irritated when his voice cracked on the word. “I’m going to visit my dad. Don’t bother us.”

And the turned on his heel and stormed out the door, Persephone and Diana right at his sides.

#neglect mention #abuse mention #codependency tw #(( putting that just in case bc both Chance and Addie and Leera and Dwight can come off that way ))

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snappedsky · 4 years ago

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Fanatics 73.4

The leader of the mysterious group reveals himself. Previous! Next!

Government of Doom Part 4

Devi slowly blinks awake, her head pounding and vision swimming. She groans as she rubs her eyes, trying to remember what happened last night. As everything comes into focus, she quickly realizes she is not in her bedroom.

She’s lying on a small mattress, in a small stone room with a metal door. A prison cell.

“Ah, fuck,” she barks and sits up. She rubs her lower back and feels a small bump where the dart hit her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

After jumping to her feet, she starts banging on the cell door. “Hey! Let me the fuck out!”

As if on cue, the door opens, taking her aback. “Oh. Uh…”

She flinches back when two guards step into the doorway, both armored and carrying assault rifles.

“Come with us,” one orders, “the Director wants to see you.” Devi glares at them both but it’s clear she doesn’t have a choice. So she exits the cell into a stone hallway lined with other metal doors. To her right she sees other similar guards standing in front of three other open doors. And exiting one is Tenna.

“Tenna!” Devi exclaims.

“Devi!” she squeals.

Forgetting about the armed guards, the two immediately embrace each other.

“God, I’m so glad you’re okay,” Devi says as they split it, still squeezing each other’s arms.

“Me too,” Tenna sighs, “where are we?”

“No idea,” she replies.

“Hey.” They both turn as Dib and Gaz approach from the other open cells.

“I’m glad you guys are okay,” Dib says.

“Looks like we’re the only ones here,” Gaz points out and glares at the guards. “Hey, where are our friends?”

“Enough,” one replies, “the Director is waiting.” Devi and the others look at each other but follow the multiple armed guards through the prison. They exit yet another metal door into a larger, brighter corridor with white walls. It is lined with bigger, metal doors, clearly more reinforced. It is eerily silent and empty.

“No windows,” Dib observes as they’re led down the hall. “We’re probably underground.”

They’re taken to a large elevator with a keypad next to the floor numbers. One of the guards punches in a code and the elevator goes down a couple floors before stopping.

The door opens to a single, large room; dimly lit by lamps, it’s carpeted with full bookshelves against the side walls and a large desk with a computer and a comfy chair. Taking up the far wall is a large picture of a forest scenery, and standing in front of it with his back to the elevator is a well-dressed, black-haired man.

“Leave us,” he orders as the guards lead Dib, Gaz, Devi, and Tenna into the room. They quickly obey and take the elevator back up.

“Welcome,” the man says, “I trust you are all feeling better. That knock-out drug can linger for a while.” “Who the fuck are you?” Devi snaps.

“I’m sure you have many questions,” he replies calmly, “I have some questions of my own. That is why you are here; so we may acquaint ourselves.”

“Can you at least look at us when you talk,” Gaz scoffs.

“Yeah, that’s not even a window you’re looking at,” Dib points out.

“My apologies,” the man says as he sits in his chair and turns to look at them. The right side of his face is robotic, his right eye round and cybernetic. Jagged scars run from where the metal connects to his face and veins are popping out painfully in his forehead. But otherwise he looks like a respectable business man.

He waits a moment, as if expecting a reaction from Dib and the others. When he gets nothing, he simply smiles.

“You may call me the Director.”

“Dumb,” Gaz comments.

“Yeah, that’s dumb,” Tenna agrees.

“I’m not calling you that,” Devi says.

The Director is undeterred. “No doubt you are wondering who we are. Allow me to explain.”

“We are the Supernatural Destruction Agency, or SDA.”

“Destruction?” Dib questions.

“We are a government funded group,” the Director continues, “dedicated to the complete annihilation of all supernatural, paranormal, alien, and otherwise inhuman beings on Earth.”

“Who are you to decide who gets to live on Earth?” Dib snaps, “it’s home to those creatures too!”

“It’s about survival of the fittest,” he replies, “you see, when I was a young boy, I was attacked by a werewolf. Barely escaped with my life. Nobody believed me. They all said it was a rabid dog that was put down. But I knew the truth: that the paranormal is dangerous and will destroy us if we don’t destroy them.”

“Since then, I have devoted my life to their destruction. I modified my own mind and body to better perceive them and fight them. I convinced government officials of their danger, even at the risk of traumatizing beyond repair, so I could get the funds to build an army and weapons and a research facility to better understand and destroy all supernatural beings.”

“Jesus,” Devi comments, looking at Dib. “And I thought you were obsessed.”

“So what’s your deal with us?” Gaz asks.

“I have known about the so-called ‘Nameless City’ for years,” the Director explains, “for as long as we could measure supernatural energy levels, the readings there have always been high. But they’ve also always been localized to the city so I left it alone. Figured I could just blow it up with a nuke someday. But I kept spies there to keep a close eye on it.”

“And one day a group rose up calling themselves ‘The Battalion’. At first I thought, ‘cute, they’re playing hero’. But you’re becoming way too powerful way too quickly. Even going into space. I had to neutralize you before you became a threat. So using the intel we had pieced together the last couple years, my agents did just that. It was easy; after all, our biggest problems were the two aliens and the Antichrist. At least, that’s what I thought.”

“And that’s why I’ve called you four in here,” he states, leaning back in his chair. “You see, the only one in your group we were unable to capture is the one called Johnny C. And we lost two of my field agents; their throats were ripped out as if by a savage beast and their dart guns are completely empty. That’s ten darts each.”

“Yeah, that sounds like Johnny alright,” Tenna grins.

“Now he’s disappeared,” the Director continues, “so I must ask you: where is he hiding?” Devi snorts. “You should be asking how will you survive.”

“Hm?” he questions.

“I’m assuming you have Squee locked up somewhere,” she explains, “he’s the most important person in the world to Johnny and he will be coming for him. And when he does, he will destroy your whole precious facility. So I suggest you let us all go and maybe Johnny won’t kill you.” The Director scoffs. “He won’t find us. This is a secret, underground facility. And even if he could, he would never be able to penetrate our defenses and guards. Still, you seem pretty confident. So tell me: what kinds of secrets does Johnny have?”

Devi leans forward, planting her hands on his desk so her face is only about a foot from his. “Get fucked.”

The Director cracks a smile. “I see how a normal human like you can survive amidst supernatural beasts. You’re strong. Let’s see how long your strength lasts in solitary confinement.”

He presses a button on his keyboard and says, “take them away.”

Almost immediately, the elevator doors open and the armed guards return.

“Hey, wait!” Dib barks, “where are our friends?”

“Get the fuck off me,” Devi snaps as the guards grab them and pull them away.

“Where are the others!” Gaz yells.

They struggle and shout but the guards drag them into the elevator. The Director waits until it’s gone before pressing his keyboard again.

“I want another platoon to the Nameless City,” he orders, “and keep a group of guards on that alien’s house. You may react however you see fit to any situation, but do try to bring in Johnny C alive.”

He lifts his hand and turns his chair back to the poster.

Meanwhile, back in the city, the Night Terrors are having problems of their own.

“Fuck,” Serena snaps as Eff removes a cup of charred, scrambled eggs from their new microwave. “We can’t eat that.”

“How do you burn eggs?” Sickness scoffs, “didn’t you use to be based off a chef or something?”

“Yeah, well, now we’re clowns,” Eff shrugs as he tosses the cup aside. “This kind of thing happens when you’re rebooted by a teenager.”

“And just because we were based off chefs doesn’t mean we were,” D-boy points out, “I mean we were also Styrofoam.”

“Whatever,” Reverend Mean groans loudly, “let’s just find something to eat already. I’m starving.”

“I’ll text Aron to bring us something on his way from school,” Serena says as she grabs her phone.

The side door suddenly slides open, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“Oh, he’s back alread- Nny!” Eff exclaims.

Johnny steps into the van. He looks even paler than usual with his hair matted to his forehead.

“Wow, you look like shit,” D-boy comments.

“Fuck off,” Johnny grunts, “Squee’s in trouble. And so are Devi and everyone else too I guess.”

“We have to find them.”

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