by James Cox
I sat back, clicking off the images of the billowing smoke and smashed building.
“I can’t believe t’at fooking worked.” Harley sat back looking as exhausted as I felt.
“Long live Outlaws,” I muttered then started to monitor the radio waves for any survivors.
Chapter Twelve
“We whole?” I asked as a few hours of night wore on.
“Yes, what’s the update?” Outlaw answered briskly.
Over the last few hours, I’d been monitoring, watching, and found out some interesting news. “Well, only a few citizens came to the aid of the government building, but no one was left there alive. There are a handful of peacekeepers that got away, they’re still chatting, but in a code I haven’t broken yet. And I can’t locate them. They must be aware of us monitoring them.”
“Shit.”
“There’s more.” I paused, this was news I didn’t want to relay. “Wexmen is alive.”
“Motherfucker! Where?”
“I don’t know yet. He’s alive along with a least two dozen peacekeepers. I’ll keep searching for them.”
“Most of the peacekeepers retreated after the building collapsed,” Outlaw informed me angrily. “Fucking cowards. We’re going through the city, block at a time. Checking to see if anyone needs help, freeing slaves, women. We’ve encountered more support than resistance.”
“So, we’re...we’re winning.” Okay, my voice sounded a bit surprised. Hell, I never thought this day would come.
“The government, what’s left of it, is on the run.”
“Now what?” I wasn’t really sure what to do. I mean we planned to take them down but how did we handle actually succeeding?
“Actually, Justice is taking on the leader role.”
He was the president of the Underground MC, his skin as dark as chocolate and his heart as gold as Outlaw’s.
“He’s bringing everyone together. Citizens, slaves, women, even some new peacekeepers. Mars will get through this.” He paused. “Any news on the transport ship?”
“I’ll check. Are you...are you going to take it back to Earth?” I knew once we had this peacekeeper situation under control Outlaw would go back to Earth for his lover Liam and probably bring the other prisoners here. Not the best idea, but most criminals now were only trying to do the right thing.
“Yes.” His voice was flat, no room for discussion. “We’ll take the ship when it arrives.”
I was clicking the screen, searching the ship's trajectory. We only had two ships for transport and both were on our original planet. We needed this ship so we’d be able to send guys back to Earth. Otherwise, we’d have to build a new one and that would take months. The screen beeped. “What the...” I shook my head.
“What is it?”
“It landed.”
“When? Where?”
“The beacon was snuffed.” I stood sharply. “It flew over the city and then went dark. It has to be Wexmen.”
“Motherfucking bastard!” Outlaw yelled.
“This fight isn’t over,” I muttered. No, it wasn’t over. Wexmen was alive, he had a handful of peacekeepers, and another dozen loyal citizens. Now he had our only chance at saving our VP on Earth. I collapsed back into the seat.
“Head to the radio tower tomorrow. Use their direct access and find that shithead,” Outlaw ordered.
The radio tower would have been impossible to use had the peacekeepers still been here. Now, we had a chance. “I leave in five minutes.”
“No, brother.” Outlaw sounded tired again. “Tomorrow. We’re healing, spreading, tonight they’re celebrating the victory.”
“And you?”
Outlaw sighed and was silent a few moments. “I can’t. Not until Liam’s in my arms again.” He swallowed so loudly I heard him through the radio. “I just keep imagining him in that prison. No more guards, limited food. I can’t...I can’t celebrate.” He paused then said, “Goodnight, Whip.” The radio clicked off.
I lay my head back and closed my eyes. I wasn’t tired enough to fall asleep, but I was tired of the constant struggle. Every time we gained an inch, it seemed like the goal moved another two.
“W’ip?”
I opened my eyes. Harley was on the stairs, the latch open. Now we didn’t have to hide in here. It was strange feeling. “Hey.”
“Bad news, luv?”
“Not the best I’ve ever heard.” I stood. “Tomorrow I’m going to the tower. I’ll use that direct link to try to find the last pocket of peacekeepers and Wexmen and hopefully a ride back to Earth to get our vice president.”
Harley took my hand. “Tonig’t, we celebrate.”
“After talking with Outlaw I don’t much feel like a party.”
He frowned. “We took down the bloody government. T’ey are on t’e run.” He twined our fingers. “T’at is a ’uge accomplishment.”
It was, but it didn’t seem like enough.
“Come wit’ me. Take tonight to be ’appy. Tomorrow we can go back to battles and blood.”
I nodded then walked toward the stairs. I stopped abruptly. Harley was right. What was the point of surviving if we didn’t enjoy life? I turned around, grabbed my box that still sat on the table and followed him up the stairs.
Tonight I was spending time with my man in bed and I’d wake up tomorrow with him. Not hiding in the basement wary of execution but in his bedroom. We came to the top of the stairs and I pulled Harley to me. I pressed my lips against his and pulled back before our tongues could touch. “I love you.” The words were loud in the quiet back room of his store.
“Aye. I knew t’at.” He smiled. “I luv ya too.”
Chapter Thirteen
I remember the first time we were near a bed thinking about sex. Harley had been so nervous and now he stood beside his large bed with the holographic windows open and the night stars shining in. He waited as I placed the box on the meal table and slowly lifted the lid. I pulled out the six-inch miniature torch and the sharp five-inch blade. “Do you trust me, Harley?”
“Aye.” He didn’t even hesitate.
I smiled and took the knife in my hand then walked up to him. “Kiss me.”
He leaned forward and placed his mouth on mine. Both our lips opened at the same time and our tongues stroked in the quiet night. I pulled back, brushing my hand through his ginger hair. Then I grabbed a handful of his shirt. I tugged it from his skin, just an inch or so and I dipped the knife under the rim. “Don’t move.” I slowly eased the blade upward. The sound of tearing cloth filled the quiet room. I moved the knife gradually, letting the noise linger as I made my way up Harley’s body. When I was done, his shirt fell open revealing his strikingly pale chest. “Take it off.” He pulled the sleeves off and they fell behind him to the floor. “You have no idea how much I want to reach into your pants and wrap my hands around your dick.”
Harley shivered.
I kissed his chin, then scraped my teeth against the flesh of his neck. I kissed my way to his nipple and licked the flat bud. I yanked his jeans outward, not over the crotch but to the left of that area. Then I started using the knife. Harley was still as his clothes were torn apart by my sharp blade. I cut the jeans all the way to the bottom and watched as they fell from his leg. Such alabaster skin. I ran my hand up and down his calf then did the same to his thigh. He had plain blue boxers on and they were tenting. I grabbed the other leg of his jeans and began the downward stroke. Each movement was leisurely and deliberate. The blade was so close to his skin. One nick, one scrape, and it’d do real damage. When I reached the middle, the jeans started to fall off him. I stood when they fell away completely.
Harley took a deep breath.
“You okay?” My voice was peaceful. I was always like this during the knife play. Focusing on not cutting my lover made the memories of my childhood fade away like they were sand on a breeze.
“Aye.”
“Good.” I slid my hand over his lower flat stomach, the coarse hairs leading
to his cock scratched against my palm. Then I grabbed the rim of his boxers.
Harley swallowed hard.
“Breathe. I won’t hurt you.” I eased the boxers outward and peeked inside. Harley’s dick was half-erect, pressing against the material. I took the knife to the rim slowly, oh so slowly, pressing down. Past his nest of ginger curls, past his hanging balls, and then the cloth fell away. Harley was naked in front of me. I took the flat end of the blade and pressed it to his thigh. “Don’t flinch.”
He took a heavy breath.
I took his dick in my hand. Harley groaned. I placed the flat blade against his shaft. The cold knife on Harley’s dick made him close his eyes and goose bumps decorate his skin. I lifted the knife away and kissed him. Our tongues collided. I roamed over his teeth and then deeper. When he gagged, I pulled back and smiled. “You did good.” Very good. My dick was so hard I felt it pressing against the zipper of my jeans. I adjusted myself and placed the blade back on the table. “Lay on the bed, on your back.” I turned around as I heard him moving and went to the cooler beside the counter. It was as tall as I was and the front held a small screen. “Ice.” The machine gurgled to life and a cup filled with ice chips. They were big enough to fit on my tongue and suck for a few seconds before they melted into a cold puddle. I took the cup with me to the bed, grinning as I went.
“T’at grin makes me ’appy.”
I chuckled. “Oh yes, I’m going make you very happy.” I brought the miniature torch with me. Then I hopped onto the bed, straddling Harley’s legs. His dick was still at half-mast. I pulled one of my bracelets off, stretching it, then slipped it over his shaft. I pushed it down to his base then let it conform tighter around him.
“Fook.” He flinched, his hands gripping the sheets under him.
“We’ll get to that soon.” I took another bracelet off and placed it under his foreskin. When it tightened, Harley let out a deep rumble of pleasure. It wouldn’t cut off circulation or even tighten harshly like a cock ring. No, this would just feel like my hand was wrapped around his shaft in that area. I took an ice piece out of the cup balanced on the bed beside my leg. I placed it on his thigh. He hissed out a breath as the ice instantly started to melt against his body heat. The cold rivulets dripped down the sides of his thigh, wetting his scattered ginger hair and soaking into the sheets under him. I put an ice piece on his other thigh, watching him flinch again. Then I took his cockhead into my mouth until I reached that bracelet. I sucked him.
“Oh fooker!” Harley cried out.
I lifted my mouth, took an ice chip, and placed it at the base of his dick. His cock jerked, and Harley gasped as the cold drops slid over his girth and to his balls. His dick softened a little. When the piece was melted, I took his dick head back into my mouth. I sucked hard, using my tongue against his piss slit. It took a few moments, but Harley’s dick returned to its fully erect state. I grabbed another piece, placing it in the same spot at the base of his dick, into the nest of red curls.
Harley flinched again.
The cold water dripping and cooling his skin. He softened and I repeated the process with my mouth. I did this twice more, each time bringing him back with my lips and tongue. Harley was thrashing his head back and forth when I pulled back. His hands gripped the sheets and yanked. I chuckled, staring down at him. He was so close to coming, but I wanted him to have more pleasure, more teasing. I placed one piece over each nipple then dropped the cup next to the bed. “Don’t move.”
Harley bit his bottom lips as the ice melted and slid down the sides of his body.
I took that moment to pull my shirt off and throw it over the bed. I pinched my nipples until the last bits of ice turned to water and slid off his skin. “So beautiful,” I murmured then picked up the miniature torch.
Harley swallowed hard. “W’at is t’at?”
“Warmth, heat, fire,” I said as I pressed the button at the bottom. The six inches lit up like a flashlight, but the end warmed, heating until it was red. I glanced at Harley whose dick had softened some. I kissed his wet thigh then took the hot end toward his leg. He flinched as the heat started to warm his skin. I kept the edge inches from his flesh. I didn’t want to hurt him, I only wanted to warm him. “If it’s too much...”
“Aye, safe word.”
“Don’t feel silly or weak, Harley.”
He nodded.
I moved the torch up his thigh, warming the cool skin from the ice play. Then I waved it over his dick.
He jerked then blushed so his freckles stood out. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” This was all new to him. It took time not to flinch when someone was holding a hot poker over your junk. I waved the torch over him again. It was like a blast of hot summer air, but the breeze was concentrated on his dick. I cupped his balls, stroking them as I moved the torch again. Back and forth, the heat increasing, warming his skin as I played with his balls. I loved watched as the skin reddened from the heat. My focus narrowed in on a patch of skin as I let the heat wand move over his body. Then I let go of his balls and wrapped my hand around his shaft. “You all right?”
“Aye,” he whispered. His eyes were closed, concentration on his face as his dick hardened fully under my touch.
“I’m going to leave the heat in one spot. Over your dick, mark you. If it’s too hot, tell me.” I waited until he nodded. Then I started stroking his dick, my grip tight, from one bracelet to the other. I lowered the wand so it was only an inch away. His skin warmed, I watched as it turned pink then red. The moment it did, I pulled it away. “You okay?” I asked even as I watched that skin at the base of his dick. I wanted to suck on that spot until Harley cried my name.
“Fine,” he said then groaned.
I was still tugging at his dick. I turned the wand off and waited until the light faded as I stroked Harley. When it was dark, I let go of Harley and placed it on the bedside table. Then I pulled off my jeans, naked as he was, I straddled his legs. I took that patch of red skin into my mouth.
Harley cried out.
I tugged on his dick over and over as my tongue poked at the sore flesh. The pain and pleasure were blending for him. He was groaning, pleading, and I felt his muscles go tense. I let go of him before he could erupt.
Harley growled at the loss of contact.
“Don’t give me lip.” I smiled as I said it. “Turn over so I can slide my dick in your pretty hole.” I grabbed the condom and lube.
Harley eagerly turned over.
I gave his butt cheek a nice smack and made sure his legs were stretched apart as far as they could go. Then I stroked my dick. I shivered, the pleasure running from the base of my spine to the top of my head. That ice and fire had been my foreplay. I was beyond ready to enter him and thrust until neither of us could move. I pressed a finger into his hole and heard him hiss out a breath. Adding lube, I penetrated with two fingers. Harley humped the bed a few times and I rolled on the condom as fast I could. We were both so close to the ecstasy, the climax, the burst of light and colors. I dripped some lube in his entrance then pulled his cheeks apart so I could really get in there. Aiming my dick, I pressed the head in.
“Fook yes!”
I grabbed his hips, pressing further. My body was so tense I thought I might cramp up. Then Harley lifted his ass and we fit together like we were meant to be. We both groaned. I thrust so hard the bed squeaked. Harley placed his hands against the headboard to keep from slapping against it. I laid my body over his, pushing my dick in and out as deep as I could go.
“I luv ya, W’ip,” he shouted.
I kissed his shoulder, shoving myself in. My body was strung so tight. That ever-consuming orgasm was so close I could hardly breathe. Then my dick found the pace, that perfect spot.
Harley cried out. He rubbed his body against the bed and I knew he was coming.
I rushed to finish with him, pushing in, pulling out. I grasped his shoulders using them as leverage so I could really pound into him. Then I blew. My body arched atop
his. I thrust harshly until I couldn’t move another inch. The orgasm took my breath away. I heard my heart beating frantically in my ears as the pleasure completely consumed me. When I started to come down from the high, I eased my grip and placed kisses along Harley’s freckled shoulder. “I love you, too.” I whispered the words against his ear.
His muscles tightened around me.
I cried out. He was milking me, taking my last thread of control, and fraying it. I thrust once more making us both groan. Then my dick was completely empty. It softened inside him and slipped out on its own. I rolled onto my back, exhausted.
Harley was the one who pulled the condom off me. He threw it away and cleaned up as I watched him. I placed my hands behind my head, content. Finally, for the first time in my life I was content and actually happy. I sighed and smiled when Harley returned. He snuggled in next to me. I pulled him close, hugged him tight. I was never going to let go of my man.
Chapter Fourteen
We had only been in bed a few hours. Not talking, not sleeping, just watching the darkness fade to sunrise. We left the windows open and I enjoyed the public nudity more than I realized. We’d have to do this more often. Now that we could without being executed. A holographic screen popped up at the end of the bed.
“We ’ave never done t’is. Just relaxed toget’er.”
True. I pulled him closer as the screen lit up and to my surprise, it was focused on the rubble of the government building. There was only one channel and it was usually news, updates about the city. This time there was a familiar man on the screen. The camera focused to reveal Justice, leader of the Underground MC. Beside him was Outlaw, who looked like he’d been run over by a hover bike. His eyes were slightly red and there were bags under them. On the other side of Justice was the Amazon MC president who was also Deviant’s sister. What was this?
“Take a look.” Justice’s voice was deep and steady. “My name is Justice and that is what we have reaped today. Our world has so much hate, so much suffering.” He lifted his chin. “The days of oppression and greed are coming to an end. Wexmen is on the run, hiding from us. The peacekeepers who beat and pushed you down are with him. Mars is now ours.” A cheer rang out, but I couldn’t see who was surrounding them. “As humans we have the capacity to do so much. We changed planets, we created this great city, but hate rules us. Violence is our fallback. I’m asking you, citizens of Mars, to embrace violence for peace. Join us. Join the MC’s of Mars and help us create a future for our species. We want to be able to walk the streets without collars. Men want to be able to hold hands without being executed. Women want to choose their lovers.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “Together we can bring our world out of the darkness and into the light.”