*Editing magic performed by Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells*

*This tale is a bit tongue and cheek as well as kinky, so be warned.*

*If you think bacon and chocolate are just as good as sex ... well then, you simply aren't eating the right kind of bacon*

[MEETING THE 'FAMILY']

[SUNDAY]

It had been two days since my last encounter with Angelheart and I was feeling pretty positive about the progress of events. Perhaps I shouldn't have. No - I should have been less optimistic and more cautious. After all, I was working alone with limited resources and had never attempted such a deception before while my target had far more resources at her disposal.

Sunday evening I was coming back from a study group when I found Skye Steiner (aka Angelheart) sitting on my stoop. Actually, outside the door to my studio apartment on the fourth floor of my apartment building. She was wearing a hoodie and baggie jogging pants as some sort of disguise.

"Skye?" I inquired as I rounded the stairwell.

"Reynard ... Reynard Haven," she smiled shyly as she pushed up the wall.

"What are you doing here?" I kept the anger from my voice.

"I ... wanted to see if Eros had contacted you yet," she let her eyes flicker to the side as she asked me this - clear sign of a lie.

"The real reason."

"Can't I be concerned about our mutual blackmailer?" she pouted. So damn adorable.

"Yes, but that's not why you are here," I stated. I had now walked right up into her space. She couldn't meet my gaze.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay," she tried again.

"I'm fine. How did you find me?"

"I ... aren't you worried about me?"

"Yes, but not so much I would risk contacting you on the sly when I'm worried someone else is keeping an eye on both of us," I related.

"Oh ... so you ARE worried about me?"

"Yes. I said so. Now, how did you find me?" I harrumphed.

"I have my sources," she tried to act coy.

"You asked someone in Freedom Force to locate all the Reynard's at MCIU (Megalopolis Crown International University) then picked me out from the photo on my Student ID card. After that, you cross-referenced my name in the student directory and here you are."

"Wow," she gulped. "You are right except I did the research on my own."

"On a Freedom Force network?"

"Yes."

"Well ... damn," I murmured.

"No one else saw what I was up to," Angelheart insisted. "Why are you upset?"

"You work with powerful and somewhat unstable individuals," I reminded her. "Shall we get into their moral ambiguity which they exercise on a daily basis?"

"They aren't that bad," she shook her head.

"We shall see," I sighed.

"I ... ummmm ... can we ... spend some time together?" she got down to the real reason she had hunted me down.

"To plot how to extricate ourselves from this mess?"

"Yes," she wasn't pleased with my suggestion of how we spend our time.

"No. If we spend any more time together, Heroine, I am going to lose my cool and fucking molest you - am I clear?" I leaned in until we were nose to nose.

"But why?" she panted with heaving breasts.

"I don't need a reason, Angelheart. I'm the 'bad guy', remember? I can snatch you whenever I want. I can hurt you when I want. I imagine that is why I was chosen - because I'M THE BAD GUY," I breathed heatedly into her face.

"I don't believe you," she dared me. I could tell she desperately wanted me to be the 'bad guy' with her.

I punched the wall hard enough to leave an imprint of my fist.

"Skye, the next time we will be forced to have sex," I whispered into her ear. "Do you want me to take your virginity?" She said nothing. "Go back to Chad - your boyfriend - someone you love - and give that precious gift to him."

"Not you ..." she sniffled.

"I'm telling you if you walk into my apartment, I'll be your 'First' ... and you don't want that."

"I don't?" sounded as much a question as a repetition of what I'd said.

"If you can salvage something with Chad, do it now ... before it is too late."

"Too late ..."

"It may already be too late, Angelheart," I rubbed my bruised and bloody hand along her ear rim, stopping and pulling slightly on her lobe. "We may already be too screwed up. I'm not sure where I'm going from here."

"You are thinking about leaving?" she got panicky.

"Not physically. I'm talking about losing who I was and who I might be able to be, Skye," I murmured to her, face to face and eye to eye.

"I'm losing myself too," Skye responded.

"Then go back to Chad before it is too late," I insisted by shaking her by her shoulders.

"I ..." she gulped. She turned and staggered down the hallway. As she turned to go down the stairwell she looked back at me.

"If you are too far gone ... I'll still be here," I stated. "I'll ruin us both."

Skye nodded once then went down the stairs out of sight. I double-checked my room's sensors to see if I had any intruders yet. A subroutine I had placed in one of the air conditioner sensors informed me the data I was receiving had been looped ... so I had company, or would very soon. There was no way I could avoid it even if I went on the run. I had to face this head on while stealing myself for the pain to come. After all, I had a date to keep.

[~]

I opened the door to my studio apartment and swung my knapsack into the chair I normally kept it on when I dressed before heading out (assuming the weather was inclement) because I was afraid I was about to get jumped. I had my laptop and a few other things I valued in it. I didn't want them crushed in the upcoming melee. Sadly, I was right in my paranoia.

"Lightsssss ...," I got out to my automated system before I was jumped. I got up a forearm before I was shoved backwards against the wall. Someone was trying to put a forearm chokehold on me, but I was partially blocking them. As the lights flickered on, it was revealed to be none other than the leader of Freedom Force, the Night Watchman.

"Listen up, Punk, and listen good because I'm only going to ask you this once: what do you have on Angelheart?" the Night Watchman rasped in his trademark intimidating voice. Fortunately for me, I had been raised by someone much, much worse - my Dad, Baron Bedlam.

"Save the intimidation for someone who cares," I glared right back.

His nerve strike was punishing, but, as I've said, my stamina and resistance are among my finest attributes.

"Fuck, that hurts," I coughed. Yeah, it still hurt, but it hadn't changed my preconceptions that cooperation wasn't the way out of this.

"Let me at him," someone else insisted in a voice full of menace - toward me.

I stole a quick glance past the Night Watchman to see he had brought along Sentinel Seven and the source of the voice, Weapon Y. While the Night Watchman was rumored to be a borderline superhuman normie with more skills, talents and tricks than the Almighty, Sentinel Seven created six clones of himself ~ that was about it ~ and Weapon Y was this short, stocky Saskatchewan lumberjack in spandex with a bad attitude and the animal weaponry to match the toughest predators on Earth.

"You are going to answer our questions, or you are going to spend a long time in a prison cell - solitary confinement, Jackass," NW kept at it.

"We can always start with Breaking & Entering then tack on Assault and Battery," I jested.

"How about living under an assumed identity? At the very least that will get you expelled from the University," he threatened.

"Do we want to talk about the number of databases you had to compromise to figure that out?" I riposted. "Because they had to be quite a few."

"I was thinking more about your violation of the Costumed Actors Act of 1952, the host of illegal high-tech gadgets in a room registered to you, your violation of Sudanese national sovereignty while committing a terrorist action and your association with a known techno-terrorist organization - M.A.N.T.I.S," he laid out my criminal charges.

"The violation of CAA'52 gets you serving your sentence in solitary ... still laughing, Punk?"

"Prove it," I grinned. The CAA did, among other things, make it illegal to reveal a costumed entity's secret identity ... like these asshats were jeopardizing mine.

"The evidence is in our files plus in what we have discovered tonight in your abode."

"And if the evidence isn't there you would simply create it, right?"

"I never said that," he sneered ever so slightly.

"You know, Probable Cause would have be nice," I fought back verbally. "You know - the reason you entered my abode in the first place."

"Maybe I should let Weapon Y have a few minutes of your time," NW menaced. "You seem to be a real hard-case and he's the 'best at what he does' ... and 'what he does isn't all that pretty'."

"He's not my type," I joked. Why not? All they were threatening to do was beat & maul me into a coma. What wasn't there to jest about?

"Just tell us why you have been picking on Angelheart and all of these problems can go away," Sentinel Seven played 'Good Cop'. As a villain, I wasn't a fan of any cop, 'good', or 'bad'.

"Sentinel, if you masturbate one of your clones, does that make you gay," I replied, "or just some dilettante who abuses the help?"

"Fine," the Night Watchman said. "Sentinel Seven, why don't you and I step up on the roof for a minute and let Weapon Y ask our new friend what's going on with someone we actually give a damn about?"

"Ummm ... if you say so," the junior member of the team began withdrawing. They went to one of my windows and used some rappelling ropes to access what lay above my ceiling, leaving me in the room with the Canadian curmudgeon.

"Boyo, you and me are going to dance," my shorter opponent came at me.

"As I already told you once, you aren't my type," I stepped up to meet him.

Weapon Y lashed out with his clawed hands, which I blocked with my arm then counterpunched him in the gut. It was like hitting a California Redwood ... you know, one of those monster Sequoyah's. It had minimal effect.

His resulting backhand sent me flying across my room. I bounced over the folding table I used for dining then crashed into a brick wall. He was on me in a flash. I caught him with a spinning kick while still on my back, which sent him over the table the other way. This bought me a few more seconds before he was on me again.

"I'm going to tear you a new asshole," Weapon Y snarled.

I hadn't lost my mind fighting one of the World's scrappiest scrappers with my paltry assortment of hand-to-hand skills. See, I had hurried home because I was expecting company ... of the metahuman kind and she was due any minute. She was the real reason I had stepped into my bachelor pad despite me suspecting I had company who meant to do me harm.

Had she shown up and been alone, that shit would have gone south fast terribly quickly. Instead, I had to keep the deranged, degenerate dwarf engaged long enough for her to either show up and save me, or show up and then leave ... to report back to her superiors in the Nine Nobles Nefarious she'd shown up at my place only to find me duking it out with Weapon Y from Freedom Force.

Maybe the 9N's would come charging in to kick Freedom Force ass - those two groups hated one another - or at least I would be left in better standing with the 9N's for obviously not cooperating with the heroes. As it turned out, I got Option One - she showed up and began kicking ass!

Right as the shadows began to form up, I used my special talent on Weapon Y ... who was distracted by scenting something new in the air - her. I made flesh-to-flesh contact and the memory exchange took effect. This was like nothing I'd experienced to date. Weapon Y had a noggin full of knowledge dating back almost a century. That was a lot to take in.

I still left him momentarily stunned, which was time enough for Princess Penumbra to ensnare him in two tentacles of solidified darkness and hurl him out a window -just not the one which was open. Replacing that pane of glass was going to be a bitch - most likely a custom job.

"There are two more on the roof!" I shouted to her.

"Let's get out of here," she beckoned me over.

I grabbed my backpack then hurled myself into her embrace even as I saw the Night Watchman swinging in by the window they had left open ... then all was darkness. I had no conception of what was up, or down ... until I reappeared in some girl's bedroom. I had escaped one problem only to have another ... like being in her debt.

[PANIC IN THE BEDROOM]

"Holy Hell, what was all that about?" Princess Penumbra bubbled excitedly.

"Freedom Force figured out I was Baron Bedlam's son and decided to drop by and pay me a visit," I grunted. I was still in a bit of pain.

"The fuckers!" she exclaimed. "We should go tell ..."

"It is none of their business," I stopped her from going off to tell 'Mom' and 'Dad' aka Quantum Queen and King Kaos, the leaders of the Nine Nobles Nefarious. "Besides, where are we?"

"Ah ... my bedroom. I panicked when I saw the Night Watchman coming through the window and came back to the place I felt safest."

"It is ... awful girly," I gave my brash assessment of her living quarters. Honestly, they looked like some teenager's bedroom alright ... a thirteen year old one. Everything was fluffy unicorns, pink, purple and lace. I would have never guessed.

"Well ... I'm a girl, or hadn't you noticed?" she grew defensive.

"Oh, I noticed you are a girl alright," I soothed her. "I also think your parents would KILL ME if they found me in here."

"You might be right about that," she concurred. "Where should I drop you off ..." and then someone knocked on the door.

"Proximity sensors went off near here, Princess," the voice of Dame Deathstroke graced our ears. "I need to search your room."

"Holy Shit!" she hissed. "Hide!"

My choices were a closet, or beneath her bed ... decisions, decisions. I dove beneath the bed. I heard Theresa 'Terry' Markov aka Princess Penumbra, walk over to the door, unlock it and open it.

"I was fatigued after a late night jaunt," Terry explained, "and popped back here by mistake."

"I see ... except it is barely ten o'clock Eastern Standard Time - so too early for a 'late night jaunt', I could have sworn I heard multiple voices coming from within your room and right before you opened the door I suspect I heard a body hit the floor," the Dame blew that lie away.

"Come in and look around if you don't believe me," Terry dared her.

Dare accepted. Only with my newfound (thanks to Weapon Y) senses was I able to hear Dame Deathstroke's feet step on the carpet, she was that damn quiet. She checked the closet first then she padded over to the bed. I hastily arranged some of the boxes (really small boxes) and stuffed toys into some sort of camouflage. She peaked under the bed, looked around then let the duster fall back down. She'd missed me!!

"Is everything okay now?" Terry spoke too soon.

"Yes ... except there is a man's boot underneath your bed and there seems to be a foot attached to it. Care to explain?" the English assassin inquired. I also heard a sword leaving its scabbard.

"WAIT! Wait!" Terry exclaimed. "It is ... the Squire ... no, Reynard Bedlam and he's in some trouble."

"He was told never to contact us again," to Terry and, "crawl out from underneath the bed nice and slowly, Mr. Bedlam," to me.

I began crawling out on the side of the bed closest to her ... nice and slow-like.

"He didn't contact us. I contacted him," Terry confessed. "He was being attacked by Weapon Y & the Night Watchman and I brought him here by mistake."

"What do you have to say for yourself?" the Englishwoman asked me.

"She didn't see Sentinel Seven who was still outside at the time. They stopped by to let me know they didn't want any son of Baron Bedlam living in THEIR city and I took exception ... so they decided to have Weapon Y rough me up a bit. I only put up with their crap because I knew Princess Penumbra was about to show up and I couldn't leave the three of them there to deal with her alone."

"Weapon Y would have destroyed you. Most likely destroyed you both," Dame Deathstroke observed. She then sheathed her blade and got on her wrist communicator. "Dame Deathstroke on level Three. Situation resolved." Back to me. "You are stupidly brave, Reynard Bedlam. Why?"

"Princess Penumbra has been kind to me," I explained.

"No. Really, why fight those three for us?" she didn't buy it.

"Fine ... Princess Penumbra is a sexy hawt and I have this thing for her," I confessed.

"Teenage hormones ... that excuse I believe," she looked us both over. "Princess, do you reciprocate his feelings toward you?"

"I think he's sexy hot too," she blurted out. Now we both blushed.

"That's ... not what I meant. I mean, do I tell your father about this infatuation, or can we consider it concluded for the nonce while we conduct Noble's business?"

"But I really like him," Terry pleaded. "He saved my life and ..."

"Now you have saved his," Deathstroke pointed out.

"He is loyal, brave and someone who gets me," Terry stuck to her guns.

"Then I suggest you get him out of here in the one minute, thirty-six seconds it will take me to report this breach to your father," she warned ... us. "I expect you back to answer to your father over this unexpected behavior as well."

"Who? Me?" I gulped.

"No - her. If I see you again you might want to assume I'm there to tidy up loose ends, Mr. Bedlam," she warned me. How nice of her. I understood she often enjoyed giving her prey a sense they had a chance before finishing them off. With that, Dame Deathstroke retreated from the room and exited down the hall. The clock was ticking.

Why was she being so 'nice' to me / us? According to who you believed, the Night Watchman had killed / crippled for life Dame Deathstroke's father, Duke Deathstroke - the reason he wasn't back in the new Nine Nobles. I imagine she was holding onto quite a grudge over that. I wasn't going to bring my speculations to her though. She might eviscerate me on general principle.

"Time for you to go," Terry sounded so crestfallen. I had to think fast.

"How do I contact you?" I whispered as I closed with her.

The shadows surrounded us and took us into the floor. Once more, space lost all sense of proportions ... and then I was on a hill overlooking the city.

"I don't know ... let me think about it ... we are in Manfred Park," she explained. Oh, one of the finer parts of town. "Where are you going to now?"

"I'm going back to my place," I knew I sounded crazy.

"They know where you live," she pointed out.

"So ... I'm not breaking the law ... as soon as I clean up my place a little bit," I smirked. "Otherwise they have to take a struggling college student to court and that's not going to look very good."

I couldn't tell her the real reason. I had to get back because I felt certain I would be seeing Angelheart again tonight.

"I think you are insane, but ... I'll look in on you from time to time," Terry promised. "When I'm sure they aren't skulking around, I'll stop by. Here, let me drop you closer to campus," and off we went.

[BEDDING AN ANGEL]

I was using a borrowed nail gun to put up the plywood in the space my window had once stood when there came a knock at my door. Since it was well past O-Dark Thirty by that time ... I checked my sensors and, sure enough, it was a distraught Angelheart. All my other illegal tech had been moved to another location ... and tracking devices removed.

"Come on in," I quarter bowed as I stood by my opened door.

She took three steps in then noticed the plywood ... and the missing window.

"What happened?" she gasped. Her eyes were puffy from too much crying and her face was a mask of emotional pain and suffering. I touched her and let the 'sparks' happen.

The memories of Weapon Y fled away to wherever the thoughts in my mind went to die. What I hadn't written down were gone - possibly forever. They were replaced by Skye's - including her most recent romantic failure with Chad Gordon ... a painful, hapless encounter with a clueless Chad an hour ago. He thought they were making progress in their relationship while both of us realized that had been a final 'goodbye'.

"Three of your buddies stopped by to get me to stop hanging out with you. When I refused to give in, the Night Watchman and Sentinel Seven left me alone with Weapon Y ... so he could beat some sense into me. Sadly, I was expecting someone to stop by, so I simply couldn't comply, or run away, so I had to take my beating," I related.

"Oh ... no," she moaned. "This is because of my search for you, wasn't it?"

"Yes. They care enough about you to come over and kick my ass because they think I'm Eros," I shrugged.

"But you are not," she insisted as she rushed into me, arms curled up against my chest.

"I didn't even bring up Eros' name on the odd chance they haven't figured out their part in all of this yet ... but ... let me guess, you've lost what you once had with Chad ... and you really think there is no turning back for you," I guessed. It wasn't much of a guess. It was more of an assertion.

I had predicted the fervor and stamina of our second encounter would both leave her wanting more and result in her disappointed with her 'normie' boyfriend if/when he attempted to compete on the same playing field. Poor Chad had also bumbled through Skye's first time, making it a painful and unfulfilling experience, when he really needed to be stellar.

So she had returned to me for the fulfillment she was lacking.

"That's good. I tremble to think what he would have made us do if you had talked," she snuggled up against me.

"Why did you come back?" I tilted her chin up. "I'm not in a good mood."

"Ummm ...," she prevaricated. "I tried ... how did you get past those three?"

"Princess Penumbra of the Nine Nobles Nefarious showed up, tossed Weapon Why-the-fuck out the window and then helped me escape before the Night Watchman could get at us. Now she is in trouble for helping me - the other Nobles aren't fond of me - and I'm back here wondering if the next knock will be your buddies sicking the cops on me."

"I'll tell them to leave you alone ... that they don't understand what's going on," she fretted. Low and behold, there was another knock on the door. I checked and it was a Sentinel Seven. Either the original, or a clone - I didn't know. I still opened the door.

"Angelheart, are you okay?" he looked passed me to her.

"Ba ... (Barry Engelhard I knew from Skye's mind) Sentinel, I'm okay. Reynard and I are bonding over our shared metahuman nature and talking about ... stuff," she deceived her cohort. "I'm not being coerced to be here."

"Why don't you step outside and talk with me about it?" he requested.

"Why don't you get lost, Hero?" I grumbled.

"Do you want to step outside?" he challenged me.

"No - I have company right now. Give me a call, or text, like a fucking normal human being and I'll meet any one of you in fight," I groused.

"Angelheart?"

"Reynard, I'll be right back," she rubbed her hand over my back then went outside with Sentinel Seven. I partially shut the door then went back to the plywood and nail gun.

Two minutes later, there was another presence in my room - no knocking and no sensation of anyone opening a window, or coming in through the door, but there he was - the Night Watchman - in my room again.

"This isn't over, Punk," he rasped.

"Are you going to return the trinkets you stole?" I countered.

"You mean that illegal tech?"

"I see your point. Only the 'Good Guy's should be allowed to break the laws concerning whatever technology is generally available while using the same laws to beat down those trying to make our way in the world independently. Silly me," I scoffed.

"You have an attitude problem," his eyes narrowed.

"One of your ilk murdered my Mom, Dipshit," I narrowed my gaze right back.

"Your Mommy was a mass-murdering maniac. You should thank your lucky stars you never got to know her, or that she was around to raise you. You think your Pop was bad? Your bitch of a mother was ten times worse," he rumbled.

"You and yours made damn sure I never got the chance to make that call," I snorted. "I'm not going to take your word for it either, so just beat it."

"If you make Angelheart cry one more time, we WILL bleed you, Punk," he threatened. It was a worthy threat - worthy of my Dad.

"I'll take that under advisement, Night Watchman. Will there be anything else?"

"Yes. Don't hang out with King Kaos and his crowd. They are bad news and all you will end up doing is time like your Dad ... while they are still roaming free." Oh look, he was trying to drive a wedge between the Nine Nobles Nefarious and me ... except I had already been busted out of their organization - replaced by Weasel-Boy (aka the Viscount of Villainy).

"Just because I know a single member of the 9N's doesn't mean I am in bed with the lot of them," I informed him. "They don't want me and I'm good with that. As for that one acquaintance, that was a happenstance meeting here tonight. You and the Nine Nobles have this feud going on and I want no part of it - clear Old Man?"

"You are a lying piece of shit and when I can pin something on you, you WILL go down," he threatened me some more.

"Even though you KNOW I'm not breaking any major laws? How fucking typical for you heroic types," I spat. "Anything else to say, or can I get back to fixing my place?"

"We aren't paying for the window. Princess Penumbra broke it using Weapon Y's body ... so go ask them for the funds ..."

I swear I looked away for the blink of an eye and he was just gone. No proximity sensors peeped so he hadn't teleported. He was just gone - fuck him! I had just finished nailing the window up when Angelheart walked back in still rather despondent.

"They don't want to believe me," she moped. I held up one hand to silence her.

"How about we go someplace else to talk?" I interrupted any further revelations. "I don't trust your crowd to not have bugged my place, or to be sitting on a nearby roof with a shotgun microphone."

"Where?"

"Let's just leave and see what we can find."

She nodded and off we went ... via the front door and the stairs to the roof. There, in the maintenance shed for the HVAC unit was my teleportation pad - my Dad's creation actually. As this was a small unit, it only could go to a set number of locations - three in this case.

"Hang on tightly," I recommended. "This isn't really a two person system."

"Where are we going?"

"Someplace safe then someplace else," I said.

"I trust you."

Why did she trust me at that moment? I wasn't 100% sure, but I imagined it had to do with her feeling she had no other choice. If she wanted to bury her flaws, I was the only one who didn't give a shit ... or wouldn't judge her for giving into her baser impulses. Sure enough, we teleported to my Father's main (remaining) base, but stayed only long enough for me to set coordinates to another safehouse I had set up in Megalopolis.

[~]

"This is ... nice," she gave me a weak smile. It wasn't nice. It was bare bones with a multitude of secret compartments because this 'gem' was in the 'Bricks' - one of Megalopolis' numerous slums. The 'Bricks' was the slang for the neighborhoods centered around Brocton, one of the oldest parts of the city ~ right up there with Old Towne (aka the Gallows) and Riverwalk (aka the 'Docks' aka 'Slime Slide') ... and all within sight of the shining towers of architectural excellence which made up the crowning achievements of downtown.

"This place is in the Bricks," I informed her. "It is a dive, but with enough stout locks, reinforced walls and stiff windows to make it not worth some crackhead breaking into. If something goes wrong, the 16th Precinct is six blocks that way," I pointed. "You will have to fly through part of Little Dominica to get there, so watch out for the ground fire."

"Ground fire?"

"Yeah. The local wildlife doesn't much care for you down here," I chuckled. "The Night Watchman keeps the peace in this part of town with fear, not love. Sometimes when he is feeling feisty, Weapon Y comes down here and busts heads ... or fills a few graves. The rest of Freedom Force never shows their faces around here."

"That's horrible," she snuggled into me.

"Did you do what I told you to do?"

She couldn't make contact, which was fine by me. I already had all the answers on this one. I wrapped my arms around her, ending with my hands cupping and kneading her firm ass cheeks.

"You know what I told you would happen if you came back?"

"Yes," she whispered. "I am lost."

"I'll ruin you," I asserted. She had no response for the longest time.

"We will be ruined together," she sounded almost romantically hopeful. Ruination wasn't my goal - personality adjustment was.

"Kiss me," I commanded. Skye pushed up on her tippy toes and gave me that kiss as demanded, all wet, volcanic and hungry. I unleashed some of my own hunger by ripping her hoodie from the back completely off.

"HEY!" she squalled, "what (nom-nom) are you (nom-nom) doing?"

I responded by snapping her bra off her back as well. Sure, she could wear it, but it would no longer secure in the back.

I then finished ripping the hoody to shreds. Then my hands went to her sweat pants. Her hands rushed down to stop me, but I was stronger so I ripped those off her too. She tried to break lip-contact, I refused to let her, and so she kept at it for over a minute until she had to come up for air.

"Now what am I going to wear?" she petulantly inquired.

"You've still got your peach thong," I noted. Her hands clasped mine to protect her last bit of clothing. Technically she still had on tennis shoes too. "Ya ... unless you want to fly across town nearly naked, you are trapped here," I leered. "Mind you, you are now delicious enough for some of the natives to try to bust in. Don't worry though. This place is rated against anything less than an RPG."

Angelheart stepped back and made a dramatic display of looking over the destroyed remnants of her clothing. Oh, she noticed me and my bulging one-eyed monster watching her hungrily, but still made me wait ... a little bit.

"You didn't have ... EEEPPP!!" she squealed as I swept her up, tossed her - stomach down - on my shoulder and made my way to the bedroom. I kicked open the door then roughly deposited her on the queen-sized mattress (which ate up most of the small room).

"Hey! What are you doing?" she couldn't quite keep her own leer off her lips. She knew precisely why I had brought her back here now.

"I'm going to fuck you," I rumbled as I began taking off my jean jacket.

"I'm sore. Can't we ..."

"No."

"But, I'm scared," she pleaded.

"I don't care. I told you I'd lose control if you stuck around me and you've pushed me past my limit."

She made a show of back-crawling across the bed away from me, but I was on her faster than she could retreat, having also shed my t-shirt.

We wrestled though it wasn't much of a contest. She didn't laser-blast me and I was otherwise far faster and stronger than she was. I had both her hands trapped over her head in one of my hands while I continued working off my pants in a flash.

"Stop it," she writhed beneath me. "You are scaring me."

"No and I don't care. I'm the Bad Guy, remember."

"You are just going to take me?" she quivered.

"Yep."

"I'm begging you ..."

"Don't. It annoys me," I shut her up with a kiss. She actually summoned the audacity to bite my lower lip. I was so proud of her.

"You're mine, AngelSlut," I growled.

"Don't call me that ... I'm not a slut," she shimmied and humped me from beneath.

"I'll call you whatever I like. You are mine now and I'm going to fuck you as long and hard as I want," I pledged.

"Promise me," she whispered.

"What was that?" I feigned not hearing her.

"Please don't," she said louder in a more plaintive voice.

I had to roll off of her to finish working my pants down to my boots. She rebelled a few seconds later, but got nowhere despite my poor positioning ... imagine that.

Soon enough, I was naked ... though I was afraid I'd impaled one of my boots in an interior wall in my haste ... and back on top of her. My free hand slipped beneath her flimsy thong and dipped straight into her honey box. She launched her hips up to meet my intrusion and hissed out her pleasure as two of my fingers quested within her.

I would have worried about her 'being sore' from her first sexual experience mere hours ago except one of her metahuman gifts was bio-manipulation which included 'self-healing'. She was only sore if she wanted to be sore ... and she didn't want to be right now. I homed in on her G-spot and began to play in earnest. Now she was really shaking that ass all over the bed, hissing and gritting her teeth trying to remain silent.

"The place is sound-proofed," I enlightened her. "Scream all you want. No help is coming," I tacked on the last bit for her to have an excuse to cry for assistance if she later felt like it.

"Gosh-DAMN!" she screamed alright. Barely thirty seconds in and I had her squirting on the sheets.

My right hand was now covered with her juices and I wasn't nearly done yet. First I took the coated digits up to my lips next to her face and licked the thumb and forefinger, making a production of how much I thirsted for her juices. Then I took my middle and ring finger and placed them against her lips. She held them firmly against me for a few seconds before they slipped past.

I made damn sure she had cleaned them - and my pinkie - thoroughly before I returned my energized right hand back down to her vagina. I could tell from her eye contact and body language she was conflicted. She wanted to beg me to fuck her yet craved what my fingers had done to her earlier too.

"Four, or five, orgasms and you will be ready for my dick," I teased.

"Ah," she gasped both from the outline of my plan and the return of my first two fingers to her snatch. This time it was three fingers inside and away I went like a miniature jackhammer ~ coaxing the G-spot with one finger while driving the other two as deep into her vagina as I could go. It was a consummate 'finger-bang' session. This time it took her two minutes and change to cough up her second climax of the evening. God - she soaked the sheets. Time to remove the G-string.

I was relentless. I released my hand-hold with my left to maneuver down to her pubic region with my entire body. The third go-round, it was my two fingers and my thumb while my lips located and blew on her erect, throbbing clit. Occasionally I would touch 'her' with the tip of my tongue to further excite that delicate bit of feminine erogenous architecture. At the five minute mark, she screamed her way through orgasm number three.

Skye was given a minute breather before I resumed my march across her carnal frontiers. Round four saw me kissing and licking her clit while I finger-banged her with three fingers, rubbed my thumb along her perineum and tickled her clit with my pinky. Juices were everywhere - she was boiling over like a hot spring. I had no mercy and she came crashing down from orgasm #4 at the ten minute mark.

I felt a pulse of power pass through her body - her healing process rejuvenating her fatigued muscles and other soft tissue - so she could continue to allow me to torture her so. That sensation of renewal was my signal to go full throttle on her clit. I put my lips around on it, applied some serious suction and began nibbling away lightly with my teeth. Four fingers fucked away while the thumb reached back and tapped her sphincter like a tambourine.

There were too many new sensations going on for Angelheart to keep up. She lost all control about four minutes in and just flushed a gallon of pussy juice onto me. Most I lapped up like an over-eager St. Bernard. Rivulets got past me and made an even further mess of the sheets and the mattress below, as well as her thighs and my face. Her shuddering, twitching form was an erotic glory to behold.

And I wasn't done yet. I moved up her body, hooked her left leg to push it aside and angle her hips just right and began working my cock into her vaginal opening. I twisted and turned my tool as I penetrated her, letting my glans rub all over the bumps and folds of her most precious of places. With the size of the instrument Skye had wished for, I would be bumping into her cervix before this trip was over, I had no doubt.

When I came up to her face, she latched onto me like a drowning woman. We kissed and she greedily licked all the spare female ejaculate off my face as if she would never have another chance at the special treat. She was ravenous. Our tongue on tongue contact was real combat now. What she lacked in experience she more than compensated for in initiative and desire.

Somewhere after she hit her sixth climax, I changed things around and turned this into as slow, relaxing screw. She came up for air and started staring into my eyes once more.

"So this is what sex - real sex - is supposed to be like," she mused.

"Yes."

"You are right ... you have ruined me for normal men. You have ruined me for nice guys and ... everyone else," she sighed happily.

"My AngelSlut talks too much," I mocked her playfully.

"Your slut is sorry," she play-pitifully apologized.

"Not yet, but you will be," I stated before I began upping the tempo.

I had her sweating in no time and crying out to the Almighty minutes later. After that, we rolled over and I let her ride me through my first orgasm. She really got off playing with, and licking, my nipples and rubbing her hands over my chest. I returned the favor as I pounded up into her through her seventh climax. By then we were both drenched in sweat and ejaculate.

"Shower," I ordered. I had to pull her up and lead her by the hand to the walk in shower my Dad had his Bedlam-bots install in this hovel. It was a tight fit for two, but we managed. No actual shower sex happened due to the confines yet we were hot enough simply running our hands over one another's bodies it didn't really seem to matter to her.

Since we had soaked one bed, I took her to the second bedroom and went at it again. We explored multiple sexual positions though doggy style and spooning turned out to be her favorites. She was panting constantly and sent multiple fatigue-cleansing pulses through her body to keep up with me. I had phenomenal stamina while she could use one of her powers to fight off the toxic fatigue which normally brought lovers low.

Even then, after our hours long sexual marathon which often left her dazed and confused she passed out first. I enjoyed my triumph long enough to, shower (again), clean up the other bedroom and deposit her in there before cleaning up the second. Afterwards I crawled under the covers with Skye and decided to get a rare, quick nap as she had really pushed me to my limits as well - both as a metahuman and as a lover.

[~]

I woke up to find Angelheart staring down at me. It was eerie because I rarely slept that deep. I hadn't in ages it seemed.

"You didn't run away," I pointed out.

"I have nothing to wear."

"You have your thong."

"It is still damp and smells ... fishy," she wrinkled her adorable nose.

"Roll over, give me that cute, delectable ass of yours and I might share a secret with you," I suggested.

"What is it?" she asked even as she rolled over and threw the sheets back. For my part, I sat up, leaned over and took a predatory chomp of her delectable derriere.

"Ow!" she squealed. "That hurts," she looked much aggrieved.

"Oh, poor Skye," I appeared overly concerned. "Here, let me kiss it and make it feel better." Skye didn't pull away, or shield herself, so I proceeded to rain kisses down on her gorgeous glutes long past the point of apologizing for any damage done.

"Mmmm," she began murmuring. From my vantage point, I could also see her lower lips glistening with renewed arousal.

"Time to go," I slapped her ass just to watch the vibrations of the impact work their way through to her lower back and thighs. The look Skye sent me was volcanic. Hehehehe ...

"I'll get you for this," she promised.

"Bad girl," I teased.

"You had better believe it," she tried to turn around and lick me. Okay, not much of a 'bad girl' yet, but we were making progress.

"As promised - check the dresser drawers on the left and you will find clothes of the female variety. You should find something in your size, or close enough, so you can get home in time to change ... because by the color of the sky, we have classes soon," I pointed out.

"You mean I could have been dressed last night," she faked outrage really well.

"No. Whatever you put on I would have simply ripped off," I leered. "You are mine, remember?"

"Yes," she turned all demure. "You made that perfectly clear last night ... on numerous occasions."

I got up to get dressed myself ... and pull my shoe out of the wall while she watched me.

"What is next for us?" she asked softly.

"I don't know about you, but I'm going to the University Administration today and come clean about my existence - that I'm Baron Bedlam's son. I'm tired of looking over my damn shoulder all the time."

"What about 'us'?" she empathized the 'us'.

"I plan to keep hunting you down and making you mine," I acted like it was nothing. "Like my dozens and dozens of other ladies ... ya know ... I have on the side ..."

"So now you are a playa?" she scooted to the edge of the bed.

"Playa with a stable of one ... but us playas have to start somewhere, right?"

"I really ought to shoot you," she gave me a grumpy face.

"That's fine," I shrugged. "I'm tough and the walls are fire retardant."

"AAAAAaaaa," she screamed as she rushed me. She leapt upon me as I turned to catch her naked form. She utilized her special 'Face Hugger' attack and tried to smother me with her lips and tongue. I fought back valiantly - and won.

"Dang it," she broke contact first ... so maybe I didn't actually win ... "I really should get to class too." Pause. "Are you sure we can't simply skip one day and have non-stop sex instead?"

"Yes, but not today," I patted her bottom. "I have to turn a paper in for English and this is my project review date for Business Finance."

"Why are you suddenly so logical?" she laughed loudly.

"I'm the Bad Guy," I reiterated. "That doesn't mean I'm stupid, or have leverage on all my professors - yet. Currently I'm so dead broke I can't even afford to buy my grades ... so I have to earn them instead. How sad is that?"

"Oh ... that's sad, but maybe some hard work will give you some character."

"Hey now, I worked hard last night," I insisted.

"I know you did," she slipped down my body until her feet were on the ground. "You worked really hard ... and I expect you to work really hard tonight too ... and tomorrow night and the next night and ..."

"I get it, but I think you are confused about who is whose play toy, Skye, my slut," I spanked her bottom for good measure.

"Well, you need to play with your toys to let them know they are appreciated," she pouted.

"I'll get you for teasing me this way," I shook a finger at her. Skye smiled. "Now get dressed. Not all of us can fly to where we need to go."

"I can't fly now either - too many people will see me," she sighed.

"Talking about it won't get us to campus any sooner," I agreed. "Dressed!"

Eventually Skye found enough clothes to get dressed like a hobo so we could head out. Thank goodness she had her footwear because we didn't have time to go shoe shopping. We teleported to Father's main teleportation station then back to my apartment - which was adjacent to campus.

After one more round of tonsil rearrangement, we parted ways. I had to made some calls - like having someone come by and give me an estimate on the window to be replaced - and gather up my schoolwork before heading out for my 7:50 Monday morning class. I felt like I was - if not the King of the World - the Boss of Bedroom Antics. It dawned on me I also needed an actual super-villain name because if I was going to keep this up, I had to keep people away from my actual home!

[STORY NOTES]

[10]Freedom Force

The Night Watchman (Batman parody) ~ Team Leader ~ sometimes breaks the rules (and the law) to get things done, but is genuine in his love of justice and the safety & security of Megalopolis. The Night Watchman is a borderline metahuman with superior abilities across the board and some skill in, or knowledge of ... just about everything. He is a legend in his own time, though he is starting to show his age. Rarely, if ever, kills.

Weapon Y (Wolverine parody) ~ 'a short, stocky Saskatchewan lumberjack in spandex' ~ why any major world government would turn a rage monkey like him into a super-secret super-weapon is beyond most people - Weapon Y included. A more recent edition, he joined when X-Man did, though he had been an ally of Freedom Force for quite some time. He can be a real monster in combat.

Sentinel Seven (can create six clones of himself - the clones are psychically linked so they can sense each other's locations, emotions and general health levels) ~ otherwise with normal human attributes and skills who happens to be dedicated and smart. When he duplicates, he also duplicates any gear he has on his body which has been there for more than an hour. Normally he takes out the surrounding goons. He joined when Angelheart and Gopher Girl did. Real name Barry Engelhard. Has a Code Against Killing.

X-Man {"People hate me no matter what I do!"} (Powers ~ nebulous destructive blast powers which are typically hazardous to those around him) ~ Why is he on the team? The Night Watchman believes in giving people '2nd Chances' and X-Man is definitely someone who needs a break. His chaotic powers make him a less-than ideal candidate for inner city fights. Joined when Weapon Y did. Doesn't like killing, but somehow he does so often enough.

Solar Flare (Female Hispanic Hothead) ~ started out on the Mexican National Team until she slagged half of a coastal resort town. She then joined a corporate team ... until she blew up their space station. After that she was recruited to the third string UN Team ... until she 'seduced' a female Nigerian member and was kicked out for 'conduct unbecoming'. This is her fourth team. She is bi-sexual and the team's 'Big Gun' as she is one of the most dangerous (by power level) metahuman on the planet. She is very conscious about being the team's newest member. She barely considers the collateral damage and deaths she causes.

Golden Boy (Super-rich guy in a power suit) ~ a founding member of FF, he is an arrogant playboy billionaire philanthropist inventor. Sound familiar? Imagine a younger Tony Stank (I mean 'Stark ~ ty SL) in an earlier version of the Iron Man armor. One of the team's tougher fighters. Rarely if ever kills.

Angelheart (as seen in previous chapters) ~ in the fights she handles ranged combat, transportation and healing. She is also one of the team's biggest PR coups. She, Sentinel Seven and Gopher Girl joined at the same time. Has a Code Against Killing.

Gopher Girl (has the ability to teleport useful objects for team) ~ she can summon any item she has touched as long as it can be pulled out through her haversack's opening. She currently has memorized the shapes of thousands of objects - many of them quite useful. In combat she can strike through micro-portals a dozen yards away. She is the most overlooked member of the team. She joined up when Sentinel Seven and Angelheart did. Has never had to contemplate killing someone before.

Ebony Star (Black female activist) ~ gravity controller who sees everything as a struggle against the White racist patriarchal police state. Though she likes engaging in her endless Twitter rants about the above, Ebony Star is also quite the skilled combatant and has been on the team the longest besides the two founding members (all other 'founding' members have since moved on). Kills when 'necessary'.

Straight Arrow (Gay Green Arrow parody) ~ was 'in denial' for quite a while then came out of the closet, but kept the name. He joined a few weeks after Ebony Star, making him one of the older members as well. Straight Arrow is rather creative with his 'trick' arrows and trick shots. Kills when 'necessary'.

[END CHAPTER THREE]