This is a work of adult gay fiction. If this offends you in anyway stop reading now. If you are now allowed to read this for any reason stop reading.
Author's Rant
First off, I want to apologize to everyone that sent me feedback about the first chapter of Fighting Angels. This has by far been my best received story to date and I have let you down taking to long in posting. I have somewhat gotten my life in order and will most likely be posting on a semi-regular basis. Well here it is chapter 2 I hope you enjoy.
See you all later, Dusty
The Blue Downs was on the edges of Drift. There was no line but a bouncer stood guard at the door. As the three men approached, the bouncer shifted wearily. He held out a hand stopping them from entering. Mack slipped off his jacket and rolled up the left sleeve of his shirt.
"You must be new, names' Mack you will get to know me pretty well around here."
"The Fighting Angels? Haven't seen one of you guys in a while. Hell from what I hear there aren't that many left."
"What?" Mack's face was stone cold as he clenched fists. A firm hand from behind grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. Wes stood in from of Mack now and threw his arm around the bouncer's shoulder.
"Well I am not so sure what you heard about the Fighting Angels. But obviously it wasn't enough. First off, they only lost a single battle in the entire war. In that single battle they still managed to destroy over 75% of the rebel ships. There by making them the most successful S-squadron in history. As well as a the meanest son of a bitches this side of the galaxy. The Fighting Angels also flew the S-377 Lightning which to this day is still considered experimental. They are so dangerous to fly they actually need millions of credits worth of wetware implants for the pilots or they would rip them to pieces. Without tens of G's reining in their strength their pilots can pretty much rip anything else to pieces. This was actually viewed to be such a threat that the project was discontinued after the war."
Wes started to apply pressure bouncer's shoulders forcing him down. Nearly half his body size Wes easily took the bouncer down to his knee.
"Now being the Flight Commander of the Fighting Angels I got a reduced version of that wetware. My friend Mack here who you seemed to piss off so nicely, doesn't. Just something to keep in mind the next time you meet one of us few that are left."
The bouncer shot up when Wes released him. A terrified look flashed across his face before he regained his composure. He avoided eye contact with Mack.
"I guess you can go in." His voice barely audible.
"Thanks." Wes just smiled politely was he walked in.
The Blue Downs was dimly lit, about 30 men milled around the bar. The smoke choked the life from the air. Music played as men laughed and drank. The Blue Downs catered to a very specific clientele, military or ex-military men looking for the same. The name itself a joke. Confed military issued uniforms and underwear were navy blue.
Mack and company took a seat at a booth. The waiter arrived to take their order's. He was just a young kid probably 18. Like most of the staff here he spoke with a thick Russian accent.
"What'll it be?" He smiled at Wes's companion.
"We'll just start with a round of beer for now." Mack fumbled with his coat pockets as he ordered. Eventually producing an empty package of cigarettes. "And for Christ sake bring me smokes... Red Dogs if you got um, if not whatever you got."
"So I think introductions are in order. I still haven't gotten the name of your quiet friend here. As you probably heard, my name is Maclure Banks. Call me Mack if you want to live." Mack joked.
"Nick Underwood." The young man offered his hand to a stunned Mack.
"Holy Shit! You, Wes Underwood, had a kid and didn't tell me."
"Fuck no!" Wes laughed. "He is my nephew. My older sisters kid."
"Good, I was worried there for a second. I know you, the Wolf probably has some kids out there. Just not ones he would claim."Mack said giving Wes a punch in the shoulder.
"Wolf?" Said a very confused Nick.
"Didn't your uncle tell you. That was his call sign back in the war. Or more specifically Papa Wolf. We gave it to him. He will tell you it is because he had to baby-sit a bunch of rowdy, flyboys, who could bench over 450 kilos. The real reason is he probably got more tail than the rest of the squadron combined. He was always hunting for something."
"How can you lie like that straight to his face?" Wes asked mockingly. "After officers training I was innocent as a freaking choir boy."
"Yeah whatever Wes your memory must he getting bad in your old age. But this brings up another point. What the hell are you doing in the Aurora or The Downs for that matter? As long as I have known you, you have chased women like you needed them more than air."
"What the hell are you talking about? I can remember once you walked in on me nailing Captain Varas."
"That was you?! It was so dark I couldn't see a thing. Especially from behind." Mack sat there stunned.
"Yeah back then I was swinging both ways. Now a days I take what I can get." Wes said still chuckling to himself.
"What about you Nick? Your dirty old uncle dragging you to gay bars?"
"Nah these places have been my stomping a grounds for a while now. Never been to the Downs before, I like the Aurora. Io has been my home away from home ever since I left the Marines.
"So just what brings you out to the Rim? It is a dangerous place. Probably safer to stay in the Marines where they at least give you a big gun."
"I was hell on legs back in the day and had no prospects. The Marines offered to pay for all my college if I joined up. I spent two years as a grunt. Then I hit my superior officer, and spent six months in prison. After my court- martial and discharge, I came here to Io. When Wes heard about me he took me in; seeing that my family would have nothing to do with me."
"What on earth possessed you to slug your superior officer?" Mack asked lighting up a cigarette as soon as the waiter brought them with the beer.
"Well I was drunk, and so he, he made some asshole comment about me. At the time I felt the right thing to do was punch him in the face." Nick said before starting in on his beer.
They reminisced about the military and life on the rim as they finished their drinks. After about an hour Mack shifted the topic.
"So now comes the real question, what are you guys doing out here? For work I mean." Mack said sternly.
"Nothing right now. Mostly looking for work. We usually hire on to do mercenary work. Though we haven't been out here for long." Wes said draining the last of his second beer.
"Well would you boys like some work? I am hiring on, bounty hunting is hard but pays well. I need some more crew after Jason. Probably one or two more. I got plenty of room aboard the Sonja Maru."
"You're offering us a job? We'll take it!" Wes's face lit up as he accepted the offer.
Paul had worked for the Port Authority for nearly seven years. He started when he was only eighteen. Four days earlier he gave he resignation. He wanted out. Anything would be preferable to the PA. He was tired of being hated, jeered at, and despised by the people that he had sworn to protect. All the PA could really do to criminals was kick them off the station. Within weeks they were usually back. Only to be kicked off again. He had a week and some change until he could finally leave Io for good.
Slipping off his clothes Paul stepped into the showers in the PA locker room. He was alone, this early in the morning the other PA's officers usually showered at home before work. Paul had been at the gym for the past hour. He soaped up his well toned body, caressing his stiffening cock as he washed. Giving the locker room a once over Paul began stroking harder.
Yuri had been working, all night to fix one of the AP patrol cruisers. They needed it in the morning before they got the end of the week rush. He was filthy and covered in grease. When he walked into the locker room, he saw a familiar sight. Paul. His short brown hair matted down under the assault of the shower. His olive skin glistening as he stroked his chest and stomach with his free hand. Paul's other hand firmly stroking his cock.
Yuri stripped quickly and snuck up behind Paul. With his big arms he grabbed Paul from behind. Yuri grinding his cock into the young officer's ass. With one hand he grasped Paul's engorged dick. He slowly pulling back the foreskin, letting the water assault Paul's swollen cockhead.
"You know Yuri, generally speaking when two people are broken up that means you lose the right to sexually assault them in the shower." Paul said turning his head to give the older mechanic a kiss on the cheek.
"Oh sure..." The words barely came through Yuri's thick Russian accent. "You want me to stop then? Or once more for old times sake?"
"Well seeing that some one may come in at any minute and see you practically fucking me. I think you should better stop." Paul said pulling himself away from the larger man.
"Like they haven't seen or done worse in front of us. Shit! Half of this damn outfit is at least bi it seems." Yuri chuckled swatting Paul's ass as he moved away.
"Yeah but we still don't need to put on a show." Paul said still caressing his hard dick.
"I think you are just afraid of my big bear of a cock being too much for you." Yuri said grabbing a hold of his thick cock. His foreskin still covering the head of his stiffening cock.
"Being afraid of that would be like being afraid of a old friend. We know each other too well." Paul laughed, dick in hand.
"Why did we breakup Paul? Remind me again."
"I'm leaving and you seem content to stay here for the rest of your life. Besides you know as well as I do we just don't get along when we aren't having sex. We are too different. Don't get me wrong the sex was great. God, the sex was great but in the end we were nothing more than a one night stand that lasted way too long." Paul said walking up to Yuri. His hand slipped around the mechanic's thick shaft. He massaged it slowly never breaking eye contact with Yuri. "Well maybe once more for old times sake."
Paul knelt down in front of Yuri. He began by stroking his cock. Then with out warning took Yuri into his mouth. The large Russian moaned as he thrust his hips foreword driving his cock deeper into Paul's mouth. Yuri didn't take long to cum, like he always had before his young officer swallowed ever drop.
After catching his breath Yuri knelt behind Paul and bent him over gently. Paul braced himself against the wall, waiting for Yuri's seductive touch. He was not disappointed. The young officer gasped as he felt his russian lover's tongue dance across is bud. He writhed and squirmed to Yuri's touch. Moaning loudly now, he remembered why he was first with Yuri. No one had ever made him feel the way Yuri did.
Paul felt Yuri stop rimming him. He knew what was coming next, he softly moaned in anticipation. Yuri began lightly tracing a finger around the outside of Paul's bud. The PA officer gasped as he felt the finger slip inside him. The mechanics other big paw reached around and started fondling Paul as he worked his finger in his ass. Before he knew it Paul felt orgasm approaching. Mid-stroke Paul felt the sweet release, as he came hard into his own foreskin. As Yuri pulled back his hood on the down-stroke, Paul's cum spilled out onto the shower floor. Still being fingered he shot four more times. His long ropes of cum quickly getting washed down the drain.
As they washed up a final time and got dressed they chatted quietly.
"You know I could come with you, you know." Yuri said softly not making eye contact.
"Yuri, you know as well as I do that wouldn't change a damn thing."
"You will keep in touch right. A year ago we called our relationship quits, but I don't ever want to lose you as my best friend."
"How long have you known me Yuri. Five years now? Four as my lover. You know that isn't going to happen."
"I still worry about your leaving, it is dangerous out there."
"Yuri, I am PA officer on Io station. There isn't anything dangerous out there I haven't seen or had try to kill me already."
"Right I forget how tough you soldier boys are." Yuri mocked.
"Yeah yeah, if you don't think so just try to take me out one of these days. Not today though I am late, some jackasses tried to rough up our two assailants in front of the Aurora. Two of them ended up in hospice care and one in regen for a month. The only one who is talking was shot by a third assailant, only taze rounds but I still need to check it out. Probably a case of self defense but if I hear these guys started it there might be trouble."
Paul finished lacing his boots and headed out the door, still strapping his gun in place.
Mack, Nick, and Wes were still in the Blue Downs when an olive skinned PA officer entered.
"Shit! PA." Mack whispered.
"It is fine Mack they started it. We just finished it." Wes chuckled.
The officer only briefly scanned the room before walking over to Mack's table.
"Morning gentlemen. My name is Officer Paul Rosario. I just have some questions to ask you. Do you know anything about a group of men getting beaten in front of the Aurora?" Paul asked knowing full well they did. He had seen the video feeds.
"We aren't going to play stupid officer, we both know you have the feeds. We also both know that you saw us use some pretty wicked shit. Let me guess you are already seeing what it will take to jam our wetware. It won't work." Wes slipped on his sunglasses as he spoke. The lenses glowed softly red as he clicked them into place.
"We are just here to find work and be on our way. Maybe pick up some more crew on our way out. We don't plan to make any trouble that doesn't come to us first." Mack said evenly.
"That is good to here. I actually just wanted to come down and talk to you guys about your attackers and if you want to press charges. They attacked you, clearly self-defense. In my personal opinion they already have suffered enough. Hell you put one into regen for a month." Paul almost laughed. "So what do you guys do out here that you need that kind of augments? I haven't seen some one move that fast in a long time."
Slightly drunk Mack rolled up his sleeve showing off his tattoo again. "We were with the 11th Squadron. Standard augments for the S-377."
"Ah I see, well of you gentlemen need any help. Don't hesitate to call the PA. If you do decided to press charges let me know." Paul turned to walk out. On his way past the bar he passed a man making a bee-line for Mack's table. He had the strangest eyes.
Mack saw the man in the black trench heading straight for him. He reached for his glasses, this guy looked like trouble. As Mack felt the electric shock as he interfaced he immediately knew something was wrong. He was being jammed. Looking over he saw Wes's lenses glowing red. He was fine. What was going on? Mack reached for his pistol.
"Maclure Banks?" The man asked with a dead voice.
"Yes." Mack said muffling the sound of his safety clicking off.
Before even he could react Mack heard the sickening sound of a gun rapport. Another. Wes and Nick lay dead in their booth.