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[PROTOTYPE]: Reborn	By : ShinaRyun Category: +M through R > Prototype Series Views: 3341 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fritz had been gay for as long as he could remember, and had done a fine job of pulling Horst off the tuna boat before Mercer had been killed. He had joked about it their first night together, when he’d tried to top the freshly-bisexual Evolved; the joke had been on him when Horst had insisted, violently, to be the one on top. His dominance and strength had given Fritz an opportunity to explore his submissive side, and both Evolved had decided that they enjoyed it far too much to switch places.
Horst let the kiss endure for a breath, then two, before pulling away and abruptly releasing his hands from Fritz’s back and cheek, leaning back from the seated Evolved. Fritz knew what was coming and braced himself before Horst could reach to grab him by his hips, letting go of the barstool and taking a breath in anticipation. Alert and ready, he managed to maintain a modicum of dignity once Horst grabbed him, lifted him bodily off the stool, twisted on his heels and threw Fritz from the kitchen as easily as he could have thrown a tennis ball. The apartment was very open, and Fritz sailed without impediment from the kitchen to the wide bed that the two Evolved shared, really little more than a stack of mattresses they had piled together.
Their inhuman bodies would have allowed them to comfortably get it on in a pit of iron stakes, but they had learned early that superhuman lovemaking on a bare floor had a tendency to raise suspicions among their neighbors. People tended to get a mite bit curious when two glowing, grunting men suddenly crashed through their ceiling while locked together in the horizontal monster mash; authorities were usually called for, bodies inevitably piled up, and then there was the trouble of moving away from the building to avoid suspicion. Hence the mattresses upon which Fritz landed, muting his hard landing.
Horst was quick to follow, his body blurring as he cleared the twenty feet between kitchen and bedroom in a single leap. He touched down feet-first, straddling Fritz’s waist as his hands slammed into the other Evolved’s shoulders, pushing him down and holding him in place as Horst leaned down to kiss him again. Subtlety wasn’t a strong suit for either man, as evidenced by the wanton groan which slipped from Fritz’s mouth as his tongue got caught between Horst’s teeth and the hand which reached up to grab and squeeze Horst’s groin.
“Needy little bitch,” Horst rumbled between biting at Fritz’s tongue and lower lip.
“Sayin’ that you aren’t?” Fritz replied before tilting his head back and away, baring his neck to his lover as his fingers tore down Horst’s zipper. The rip of metal made Horst grunt and shift his body closer to Fritz, his pants and boots disappearing into his skin with a hissing rustle of rearranging flesh, his manhood immediately falling into Fritz’s hand.
“I need it,” he murmured as his mouth rained fierce kisses onto Fritz’s neck, settling over the glowing line which marked where his jugular had been, “But I’m no bitch, sweetheart.”
“Like I am? Nnff!” Whatever else Fritz wanted to say got interrupted as he bit his lip sharply, trying to keep from crying out as Horst’s teeth dragged roughly over the pulsating line of bioluminescent tissue. His body squirmed on the mattresses, his fatigues and combat boots disappearing into his legs, baring himself naked under his lover. The hand underneath Horst’s groin grabbed tightly around his cock, already stiff and throbbing hot, filling Fritz’s hand as he stroked his lover from his base to his tip. Fritz’s free hand slid from between their bodies, curling around his side and under his hips to start pressing between his cheeks, probing two fingers in practiced motions around his entrance, starting to prep himself. Even the small pressure of his own fingers against his rim, combined with Horst’s mouth on his neck and cock in his hand, was enough to make Fritz close his eyes and make a low, soft keen of pleasure.
Horst growled against his lover’s neck and bit down onto Fritz’s skin, sharp teeth breaking through to taste the hot blood which ran just beneath the surface; after ten years, he knew exactly where and how to touch to push his lover closer to the edge. Fritz cried out and bucked up, hips lifting off the mattress and his legs pushing more widely apart, panted breaths breaking up his needy sounds as he felt Horst’s teeth worry and shift in his broken flesh. His fingers moved more quickly against his puckered rim as his arousal rose, his lips quirking into a smile as he felt slippery fluid start to coat his fingertips; both men had been pleasantly surprised to find that just as the virus prepared their bodies to endure combat, it also made considerations for less violent activities.
Which Horst recognized with his typically blunt bedroom manners.
“You wet yet?” He asked roughly as his hips ground into Fritz’s hand, his manhood throbbing in time with his pulsating viral flesh. He knew from experience that his lover’s body would make its’ own lube for them, an automatic reaction to feeling too much pressure against his entrance while aroused; neither of them fully understood the mechanics of the reaction, but both were grateful for it. Just the thought of his lover’s entrance starting to gleam with the slippery, pinkish excretion made Horst growl hungrily and bite down harder onto Fritz’s neck, his thrusts becoming more insistent in their pace and force.
“Getting there,” Fritz replied through panted breaths, groaning wantonly as he slid his hand back and forth over Horst’s erection, trembling as his fingers started to sink past his rim, pushing his rings open around the tips of his index and middle fingers. He made a needy moan as one of Horst’s hands pushed between their bodies and pried his fingers off his shaft, replacing them with his own. Fritz took the cue from his lover, sliding his arm from between them to curl over Horst’s back, grabbing at the Venus dimples in the small of the Evolved’s back as Horst pushed his body down closer to Fritz’s. Grinning against Fritz’s neck, Horst chuckled and uncurled his fingers from around his own cock, keeping his thumb on top of his shaft so that as he grabbed around Fritz’s manhood, he could pull their parts together, squeezing tightly.
“Ghaaa, fuck,” Fritz moaned as his head craned back, fingers clawing at Horst’s back, his voice high and deliciously needy. “Don’t stop…bitte schon, love, don’t stop…”
“Nnf…not gonna happen,” Horst muttered as he started stroking their members, his long fingers and tight grip keeping their shafts locked together. Ten years ago, his old self wouldn’t have believed that he could get a rise out of feeling another man’s equipment clashing against his own; another change which he was glad for. It made his cheeks heat and his breath come with difficulty, watching Fritz unwind and lose himself as he played their cocks together again and again. His strokes turned faster and his hips started to rock down against Fritz’s forcefully, his strokes becoming slippery as precum from both their tips built and caught on his fingers. His free hand reached past Fritz’s head to grab tightly enough at the upper edge of the top mattress, digging rips through the lining, giving himself leverage to grind mercilessly down to his lover, needing the friction, the close, intimate contact.
“Let go, babe,” Horst husked with a tone turned almost feral by arousal, his words making Fritz’s hand push harder between his own legs, a soft cry rising from his open mouth as his fingers slid deeper into his slippery entrance, fingertips gliding over his prostate.
“Yes…ooooh, yes, baby…d-don’t stop,” Fritz moaned, almost mewling as he stretched himself open, lifting his hips up to give himself a better angle at his prostate and to push up to his lover’s touch. His head turned to the side, exposing the corded muscles in his neck to Horst’s mouth as he panted hotly and tried to resist the urge to flip over and push his ass up to his lover, to beg Horst to press his cheeks apart and make him scream.
In Blackwatch, Fritz had been required to take a more dominant role in almost every aspect of his life. An officer could command respect before he earned it in the field, but a NCO like himself needed his men to know that he was the alpha wolf from day one. If that meant leaving his subordinates with bruised bodies and even more bruised pride, then so be it, and Fritz had figured out quickly that there were some things he could do that left deep bruises on both. More than one foul-mouthed private had found themselves forcibly bent over a locker room bench, and while Fritz enjoyed how much easier it usually was to get their fucking attention afterwards, the act of topping had always left him feeling unsettled.
Not until Horst had pushed him towards bottoming had Fritz taken any real pleasure from sex…and oh, such pleasures.
“Baby…ah!” Fritz moaned before crying out as Horst’s teeth found a tendon in his neck and tweaked it sharply. “Need it,” the ex-soldier practically whimpered, pressing his hips harder to Horst’s to clarify. “I fucking need it, Horst…”
“Face down,” Horst replied, words roughened by his bite to his lover’s neck, fingers uncurling from around their cocks, his tongue flicking over his lips as he rose up over Fritz’s trembling body. “Hands over your head, sweetheart.”
Fritz grunted a reply, pulling his fingers out of his entrance and letting out a soft sigh as he flesh started to relax, his natural lubricant dripping slowly from between his cheeks. The pinkish fluid was warm on his thighs as he rolled over, biting his lip as his sensitive, tender manhood pressed and rubbed against the mattress beneath him, the sheets feeling far too rough against his flesh.
“C’mon,” he husked as he got himself completely turned over, his strong arms stretching over his head to grab the edge of the mattress, forcing his body down onto his shoulders and chest. Horst was right here behind him to help get his legs in position, eager hands grabbing around Fritz’s thighs and lifting his knees up, planting them firmly and lifting his eased, slicked rear up invitingly.
“C’mon, what?” Horst rumbled into his lover’s ear as he laid his body over Fritz’s, one arm curling underneath Fritz’s hips to cup and knead at his balls, his other hand reaching up to slide fingers under Fritz’s chin, fingertips curling over his jawbone to press at his parted lips. Their hips pressed together firmly, Horst’s rock-hard shaft pressing between Fritz’s slick cheeks to rock-grind against his entrance, sliding his hard flesh back and forth over Fritz’s quivering entrance. It made Frtiz’s back bow down, chest against the mattress, balls throbbing in Horst’s grip as he moaned whorishly.
Fritz’s hands tightened on the mattress and his jaw suddenly clenched, biting down sharply onto Horst’s fingers to make his lover hiss in pain. “C’mon and stop teasing me,” He growled, glaring over his broad shoulder with eyes blown black with desire, “Or I’ll neuter you like a millionaire’s poodle.”
“You love it too much to cut it off, sweetheart,” Horst replied to the hollow threat as he pulled his fingers from Fritz’s mouth, scratching his middle finger on his lover’s right canine as he did so.
“You love feeling me inside you too damn much to want it anywhere else,” he husked into Fritz’s ear. As if proving that point, he reached around between their bodies, curled his fingers around the base of his member, slid his impatient tip down to Fritz’s waiting entrance, and pushed himself balls-deep into his lover with one colossal thrust.
“Fu-UUCK,” came the anticipated reply, Fritz’s head snapping back fast enough to smack into Horst’s left shoulder with bruising force, his arms clenching as he tried pushing himself up onto his hands. Horst wasn’t having it. With a growl that Fritz felt more than he heard, Horst grabbed around his lover’s right wrist tightly enough to shatter glass, stretching his arm overhead and slamming his torso flat to the bed again, grinding roughly into his wet heat.
“Tell me how much you love it,” He purred into Fritz’s ear, voice thick and predatory.
“Love it so much…so good,” Fritz moaned hoarsely, squirming slowly as he simultaneously tried to push up and gain some control while reveling in the fact that he had none. “So bumsen gut…”
“Agreed,” Horst husked before falling silent, focusing on the harsh, rocking thrusts of his hips and his tenuous balance above his lover, keeping his feet dug into the mattress for leverage, his free hand merciless in its’ ministrations to Fritz’s balls. Both of the Evolved’s bodies were livid as they moved on the bed, their lines of viral flesh glowing brilliant, throbbing red as they writhed and contorted against the bed. The creaking of the mattresses mingled with Horst’s stifled grunts and bitten-off moans as he pounded his lover into the bed, sweat gleaming off the sharp lines of his back with every motion. Fritz’s moans and cries punctuated each thrust or wanton squeeze, his sounds growing more and more gratifying with each motion, strings of breathy German flowing off his tongue.
Horst thought it would be creepy to say it out loud, but he was never so turned on as he was when Fritz lost control and started moaning in his ancestral tongue in that deceptively fey voice.
“Meine Liebe…bumsen sie oh, ich bin nah…b-bitte nicht anhalten!” Horst didn’t have a clue what most of the stuttered, panted words meant, but in his lover’s needy voice, he didn’t care. By the way Fritz’s body clenched and trembled underneath of his own and the way that his balls throbbed and burned in Horst’s hand, the message of Orgasm-Express arriving on platform one was clear enough. His own release was pending, building within him, feeling like a coiled spring which wound tighter and tighter with each thrust he laid, Fritz’s clenching walls pulling and tugging at his flesh too enticingly to deny release.
“Let it go,” He rumbled into Fritz’s ear, shortening his thrusts to pick up the pace of their sex, squeezing his fingers tighter around Fritz’s wrist to accentuate his dominance. “Give it to me, my love.”
Pressing buttons on his libido that Fritz wouldn’t have known he had if not for Horst, it was only a matter of seconds before his climax slipped his control. Fritz’s piercing cry filled the bedroom as his stiff manhood spilled his seed over his abdomen, dripping heavily onto the mattress beneath him, muscles that were already pulled tightly snapping taut as he came. Riding a shooting high from the feel of his lover’s passion, Horst gleefully thrust in to his hilt, and then teased himself by trying to pull out; in the throes of his orgasm, Fritz was clenched too tightly to yank a pencil out of his ass with a tank (And yes, they knew this from experience. Horst was a scientist; he liked experiments. Fritz was a soldier; he liked anything involving tanks.).
Locked together, Fritz had a moment where the flexing strength of his release started to force Horst off of him, lifting both their bodies off the mattress as his seed pumped thickly from his tip. This was the part he liked most, when Horst would let him start to feel just the barest edge of control, giving him a taste of freedom from his position. He could feel Horst above him, breath held, chest as tight as a drum against Fritz’s back, fingers like claws around his wrist and balls, cock like a red-hot ingot buried within him, trembling as Fritz started to lift them both up.
Then, like a snapping guitar string, Horst’s body went rigid and Fritz found himself shoved forcibly down to the mattress, a gasping, sucking growl filling his ears just as Horst’s orgasm filled his body. The unrelenting, burning tension of Fritz’s walls crushing around Horst’s sunken cock wrenched away the restraint that the dominant Evolved had held, triggering his orgasm in a hot, messy rush. Unable to move or think as Horst jerked and snarled, Fritz’s eyes closed and rolled back into his head, a meek sound of satisfaction whistling from his slack mouth, his tense muscles unwinding as he submitted to Horst’s pleasure.
They held their final position without need to move or change, both Evolved content to bask in shared afterglow. Both Horst and Fritz knew that the relaxed, warm feeling wouldn’t last long; their infected constitutions would regenerate and clear away the post-sex tingles far too quickly.
Fritz moved first, slowly sliding his legs down to lay flat on the mattress, pulling his arms back from the top edge to ease slightly-sore flesh. He smiled as he felt Horst shift above him, letting his weight settle over Fritz, knowing that the submissive Evolved could support his mass without trouble. The shift stirred his member slightly within Fritz, making him hum lowly in pleasure.
“I do so love,” Horst murmured, reaching a hand up to drag fingers through Fritz’s short hair, “the sounds you make when you really give in, sweetheart.”
“You like any sounds I make,” Fritz replied lightly, curling his hands under his head and resting his left cheek on his knuckles, looking up at his lover. “Don’t you, love?”
“Absolutely,” Horst returned, smiling. He shared an easy, intimate stare with his lover before glancing up and to his right, looking through the part in the Blackwatch flags curtaining their single bedroom window to see outside. He grunted slightly, nodding before turning down to look at Fritz again.
“It’s dark out…shall we take our stroll?”
“Mmmm, capitol idea,” Fritz murmured, rolling his shoulders and lifting his hips up slightly, holding his breath for a moment as he relaxed his body to allow Horst a smoother withdrawal from him. Horst grunted appreciatively as he pulled back and rolled his body backwards, sliding off the mattresses to fall with a muted thump onto the floor, stretching his arms and legs out as far as he could reach and popping his neck.
“Anywhere you’d like to go tonight, sweetheart? We could go down to Chinatown, I hear there’s a couple markets where we can still get fish that doesn’t taste like a paper mill, eh?”
“Tempting,” Fritz replied as he sat up, wincing slightly as he felt his anus shiver and reform back into its’ original shape; regeneration prevented him from staying stretched for long without something to keep him open. “I don’t think I’m really in the mood for seafood, though.”
Horst nodded as he sat up, rolling up to his feet. “Well, if you’re in the mood for a longer run, we could trek up to Everett...always fun to dodge around the port, smack a few sailors around?”
“Again, tempting…think I’d really just like to go sight-seeing, love.” Fritz smiled as he got his legs over the edge of the bed and stood, his boots, fatigues and t-shirt forming over his skin. Horst’s clothes appeared on him as well, his shirt pulling tight over his chest as he got up and rolled his shoulders slowly. He took a moment to lean down and fuss, rubbing the heel of his palm over the toe of his high boot even though he knew that it was spotless.
Fritz noticed, shaking his head and letting out a helpless sigh as he stretched his arms overhead. “Such a damn fop.”
“I take exception to that,” Horst muttered without looking up from his boots, the irony flying over his head like a goose on meth. He smiled and stood up once he was sure that he looked presentable, his little silver glasses forming over his eyes and a dark leather jacket materializing over his shirt, smooth sleeves resting close to his arms, a zipper chasing diagonally from his left hip to his right collarbone.
“It’s nippy out,” he said teasingly, thrusting his chin lightly at Fritz’s thin white t-shirt. “Bundle up; don’t want my favorite lesbian to catch a cold.”
“Gonna catch a boot between your teeth if you keep calling me that,” Fritz grumbled as a grey denim field jacket formed over his torso. The ex-soldier seemed content with a militant style, even though Horst had commented more than once that the tight, storm-grey jacket made him look even more like a dyke than his hair did. “Besides, not like a cold is going to affect either of us at this point.”
“The thought had occurred to me that the cure for the common cold might actually be in our DNA,” Horst commented lightly as the two men made their way out of their apartment, locking the door behind them and then heading upstairs.
“What good would it do anyone to try to find it?” Fritz replied, taking the steps two at a time. “Not like we could go public even if you managed to find it. ‘Hey, we cured the cold! How? Well, we’re superhuman infected and this shit rolls off us like water off a duck.’” He shrugged and chuckled helplessly. “Here, drink my blood and lose your illness!”
“Like a Dracula-Bible crossover universe,” Horst muttered distastefully, his boots hard against the stairs. He fell silent until they reached the roof access door, shoving it open on its’ rusty hinges and holding it for Fritz before stepping out onto the worn, windblown tarpaper, slamming the door shut behind them.
“Well, speaking of other creepy motherfuckers who fed on the living and ran around at night,” Horst commented as he rolled his neck and shook out his arms, his hair catching and lifting as a teasing, unseasonably warm wind blew around them. “Where would you like to go tonight, sweetheart?”
“Call me cheesy,” Fritz replied as he lifted his left foot up to just above his butt and grabbed around his ankle, stretching one leg out, then the other, “But I feel like seeing the Needle.”
“I’m calling you cheesy,” Horst replied, glancing flatly at his lover. “Ten years here and you’re still a tourist.”
Fritz chuckled and stepped over to Horst, pushing a foot between the taller male’s and leaning into his chest, blue eyes alight with a devious, challenging look. “I think you’re just scared that I’ll beat you there, again.”
“Get real,” Horst replied with a grin, leaning his weight forward to push Fritz back slightly, their chests tight together. “And stop trying to bait me, it won’t wo-“ He almost managed to finish his sentence before Fritz abruptly leapt up, the tight press of their bodies allowing him to shove Horst flat on his back as he leapt over his lover, twisting in midair to face the now-fuming Horst as he touched down near the far edge of the roof.
“Won’t it?” Fritz asked teasingly before back-flipping to the edge of the roof, handspringing off the tarpaper to land right on the edge, ten stories of air and opportunity beneath him. Nonplused, he turned to grin at Horst. “If you beat me to the Needle, you can pick where we go tomorrow night.”
Horst was going to say that that was a cheap shot, that it was the same rigged deal that Fritz had been using for almost two months to get his way…but as Fritz turned and leapt out into the air like a lemming with life insurance, all he could do was growl and start running for the edge.
“Dirty motherfucker,” he snarled as he ran heedlessly at the railing around the rooftop’s edge, timing his long strides to let him vault over the waist-high metal bars like an Olympic hurdler. Any human athlete would have made the jump and immediately fallen to a very messy death; Horst was beyond such trivial concerns.
With one leap, Horst’s body lifted into the air like a shot from a catapult, his head forward and shoulders up to streamline his body as he flew, leaving behind a smoky red trail of aerosolized biomass his body vented from his pores to make him lighter. The Evolved could regenerate this biomass quickly, expelling it to allow their unfeasibly powerful bodies a ridiculous range of motion, which Horst took advantage of as he reached the peak of his leap. As his acceleration slowed to match the pull of gravity beneath him and a momentary sense of weightlessness overtook him, he grunted and willed himself forward, flexing his legs as though shoving himself off of an invisible wall. Defying gravity, a second burst of vented biomass propelled his lightened body forward, shoving him through the air; as the burst ended, he quickly spread his arms and legs out into a smoothed spread-eagle position, gliding effortlessly over streets and rooftops.
And yet, despite the fact that he was making the Wright brothers roll over in their graves, despite the fact that every second he spent in the air was another second that he was telling gravity itself to shove it, he wore an angry snarl across his face.
Because ahead of him, already descending towards another rooftop almost a hundred feet away, Fritz was laughing his freshly-pounded ass off, making good headway towards the Space Needle. As he touched down on the roof, Fritz glanced over his shoulder and laughed even louder, roaring up to Horst.
“Thank god you aren’t this slow in bed, or we’d never get out before sunup!”
Horst growled and narrowed his eyes behind his glasses, pulling his arms and legs together to roll his body down, pointing his head towards the roof Fritz had landed on as he started to drop out of the sky. Already his body had begun to regenerate the biomass used to propel the Evolved through the sky, pulling him down; in an instant, he shoved the last reserves of his propellant behind him and sent his body on a rocketing collision course with his lover.
“Feisty,” Fritz muttered, trying and failing to keep from tensing up as Horst’s body cannon-balled into his, gouging a trail through the rooftop garden boxes which littered the building’s crown. The two Evolved had a growling, momentary scuffle that ended with Horst grabbing Fritz around his left ankle, spinning like a discus-thrower and hurling the still-laughing Evolved off the roof.
Horst growled in triumph as he watched Fritz tumble through the air in an ungainly spin, taking advantage of his disorientation to jump off the roof and dash through the air, his more controlled flight allowing him to gain ground quickly.
Fritz managed to get his spin under control after a dozen rotations, tucking into a ball that landed in a deserted alley, cratering the asphalt under his initial impact and sending cracks around him as he rolled back to his feet. He looked up just in time to see Horst fly overhead, the rapidly-dispersing trail of red biomass marking his path clearly against the starlit sky. He cursed and started after his airborne lover on foot, his powerful legs carrying him with down the alley at a speed that could have surpassed most traffic, small bursts of gravel kicking up under each fast, hard step. The winding alley tested his reaction time as he dodged left and right around the corners of buildings, keeping one eye towards the sky to watch Horst’s progress above him; as he beat the street, Horst bunny-hopped from rooftop to rooftop, bursting through the air and making a clean line towards the Needle, keeping pace with Fritz’s winding path.
“Fuck this,” Fritz growled before bunching his legs beneath him and leaping up, aiming for the closest wall, biomass shifting to his feet to give him the traction he needed to start running at a diagonal up the dirty brickwork.
Fritz loved to jump and glide over the city, giving himself a bird’s eye view of the streets and buildings beneath, but there was something about running along sheer walls that felt more unnatural, more unique. Mankind had developed the technology already to take to the skies; traveling along a vertical wall, in defiance of gravity and preexisting laws of movement? That was awesome.
Fritz made tracks up the wall, his right hand trailing along the bricks to help keep him balanced, his legs a pumping blur of motion as he climbed. He reached the corner where the wall met the face of the building and its’ roof, planted his right foot on the stone gutter at its edge and shoved off and up, leaping high into the air. Above him, Horst heard the sudden rush of wind shear behind him and glanced down, eyes flicking behind him without breaking his wind-cutting form. He saw Fritz rising through the air and cursed under his breath, turning back and searching for his next landing.
The two Evolved made their way across the night-darkened city, moving over the traffic-packed streets, their shouted curses and jubilant laughter hidden under the honks of car horns, their trails of red biomass hidden in the flashes of neon signs before they dissipated. They dodged around rooftops manned by Blackwatch patrols, occasionally darting through lifeless alleys and side streets to skirt heavily-monitored checkpoints which stood between them and their destination. These clandestine forays into the city were common for the two, having decided soon into their tenure that keeping their cover by completely repressing their power was both unhealthy and impractical.
Or, as Horst had put it one night after abruptly smashing his forehead through the wall separating the kitchen and bedroom, “If I don’t go for an actual fucking run right now, I swear to god, Fritz, I’m going to throw a fucking bus through Blackwatch’s Western central command!”
Some indoor remodeling and a lengthy run/glide through Seattle’s downtown later, the two had decided that letting their superhuman powers out, in a limited extent on a routine basis, would help them to maintain their covers and stave off the mind-numbing boredom from living regular, human lives. As they two leapt, flew and sprinted through the city, their daily lives were the furthest things from their minds. All Horst and Fritz cared about was the wind in their faces, the sheer joy they both felt from being more than they had been, from being more than any human could be. The living, breathing happiness they felt, simply from being Evolved.
Fritz won the race, as he usually did; the two had discovered early on that the submissive ex-soldier had developed a more powerful muscle structure in his lower body than Horst. Horst knew that Fritz’s speed and agility came from their time in NYZ (New York Zone; Blackwatch’s widely-accepted designation for the virus-controlled city), when all of the Evolved were tasked with finding and consuming DNA which could combine with their own and improve their capabilities. Fritz’s luck in finding suitably compatible DNA was of little consolation to Horst as his lover touched down at a view-point which granted an unobstructed view of the Needle, almost seventy feet ahead of Horst.
“Lucky bastard!” Horst called as he folded his arms close to his sides and dropped down to land beside Fritz, flaring his arms out a dozen feet from the roof to slow his descent. The Evolved were trying to maintain a low profile, which meant not breaking through rooftops when they went out for their nightly strolls.
“Luck? Maybe,” Fritz replied as he sidestepped Horst’s landing spot, leaning against the railing which stood between the round roof and a long drop to the ground, looking out at the towering structure they had traveled to see. They had gone to see it when they’d first arrived in Seattle, and to Fritz at least, it had seemed much more impressive when it hadn’t been festooned with Blackwatch flags. The long black and yellow banners fluttered in a breeze which flew over the Sound, visible from all over the city, as strong a reminder as possible that Blackwatch was in control.
Fritz looked the tower up and down, narrowing his eyes slightly at the sight of the flags hanging from its’ upper edge and fluttering off its spire.
“Is it luck,” he muttered, “that we wound up stuck here, Horst? Hiding like fucking rats, hunting down dead leads, trying to do the impossible?”
“The impossible?” Horst repeated questioningly, turning around to lean his back against the railing, elbows on the metal. “Love, in case you haven’t noticed, the last twenty years have been a montage of the impossible becoming possible.”
Fritz shook his head, rummaging in a pocket of his jacket for his smokes. “I believe in what we’re doing, love…we’ve both come back from the dead before, and we know that Alex has, too. But we don’t know for sure if it’s even possible to pull him out of Heller.” He glanced meaningfully at Horst as he balanced a cigarette on his lips and lit it quickly, speaking around a mouthful of grey smoke. “We both know that he ate Alex…we all assumed that consuming was the only guaranteed way to kill us permanently.”
“That’s why I’m working with Project Phoenix,” Horst said through gritted teeth. “All we have to do is find that black motherfucker, and we can bring Alex back. I know we can…Phoenix will work.”
Fritz snorted, a fresh drag on his smoke billowing out his nostrils. This was a common topic of discussion between them, usually with one of them in a state of borderline disbelief while the other did their best to keep the faith. The Evolved had set upon a plan soon after arriving in Seattle, and while it was dangerous and tenuous at best, it was the only plan that they had any hope for.
Before the two had come to Seattle, they had been in the NYZ with Alex Mercer and the rest of the Evolved, a superhuman army of mutants who had done their best to facilitate Mercer’s goal of destroying Blackwatch and Gentek, and spreading the Evolved race world-wide. They had been among Mercer’s first converts, and of all the Evolved he’d had the most trust in them…or at least, the closet thing approaching trust that he could give. He had tasked them with finding other humans within Gentek and Blackwatch with the requisite DNA to survive infection and become Evolved, allowing them to put eyes and ears in both camps. Mercer himself had done some searching of his own, maximizing their chances to grow their army.
Sadly, this was to be his downfall. It was Mercer who went hunting for new potential Evolved outside of Gentek and Blackwatch; Mercer who found the man who would bring about the ruination of their plans and kill Mercer himself.
Sergeant James Heller, or as Horst preferred to call him, ‘that stupid son-of-a-bitch’. Heller had been a soldier outside of Blackwatch; one of the good guys. By all accounts a decent enough man who was driven slightly mad by the loss of his wife and daughter to the second outbreak of the Mercer virus. Believing that Mercer was personally responsible, he became obsessed with finding and killing him. Heller volunteered to go into NYZ, choosing to go deep into heavily-infected territory in search of his nemesis.
Mercer had found Heller and, after a small dispute, had decided to turn him into an Evolved; he had hoped that he could convince Heller that he wasn’t responsible, and for a brief time he managed to make Heller believe that it was all Blackwatch and Gentek’s fault. Mercer had thought that if Heller’s strength was properly applied and controlled, he could be just the weapon they needed to wipe their opposition away and open the way for the Evolved takeover.
He’d been mistaken. Once Heller had discovered Mercer’s plan and learned that he’d triggered the second viral outbreak himself, there was no stopping him. He rampaged through the infected islands, wiping out soldiers, scientists, infected and Evolved with extreme prejudice, doing everything he could to disrupt Mercer’s plans. His rage and bloodlust had only increased once he discovered that his daughter was actually alive, held by Blackwatch until she was stolen by the Evolved just as he was about to reach her.
That had been the last straw for Heller, sending him straight to Mercer…and that was the last that Horst or Fritz had ever heard from either man. Once he’d hidden Heller’s daughter safely away, Mercer had taken the two men aside, giving them a task of their own to complete. Both Evolved remembered the incident exactly.
“This Heller bastard is a tough one,” he’d said, resting a hand on each of their shoulders, “And his strength is dangerous. Much as it pains me to say it, there’s a chance that I won’t walk away from the coming fight, and if I don’t, our plans cannot die with me. I need you two to get out of here, find someplace where he won’t find you…I doubt that he’d try to hunt you down if he gets his daughter back, but there’s really no telling what that troublesome idiot will do.” He’d given each of them one of his looks that he didn’t give to the other Evolved; the look that showed the tiny piece of Alex Mercer that was willing to trust again.
“If I’m wrong, then I’ll find you soon enough,” he’d told them. “If I’m right, then I hope that you two make the future brighter than I ever could.” And then he had simply turned and leapt away, racing off to his death without a glance back.
Horst and Fritz had done as he’d asked, fleeing from the islands immediately. They had spent two days in Pennsylvania, hiding out in an abandoned farmhouse, waiting to see if Alex would come and tell them that the traitor was dead and their plans could proceed. After that, waiting became pointless. They went back to the islands warily, to try to gather what they could of the Evolved army, and what they found there was too shocking to believe: the Evolved who had stayed behind had vanished without a trace, along with the vast majority of the infected population. Neither Fritz nor Horst had any idea how Heller had done it, but they both knew that whether he had stayed or gone, there was nothing for them left in the city.
They had turned and gone, getting as far away as possible, consolidating their remaining, meager strength in Seattle, and there they had stayed, watching and waiting. Just as they watched from the rooftop overlooking the Space Needle, both men falling into silent contemplation.
“We are going to find Heller,” Horst said quietly after a while.
“I know,” Fritz replied. “I know that we will, love, but…” his voice faltered and he sighed.
“But what?” Horst asked, glancing over. Fritz shook his head and shrugged, taking a slow drag on his smoke before answering.
“Blackwatch scoured as much of the islands as they could for Heller before the infection rose up again…Gentek was scanning for him for a month and didn’t find so much as a fucking hair with his DNA on it. The world is one bigass place when you don’t want to be found, love…and with Heller’s power, he could literally be anywhere.” He shrugged again and sighed. “We’ve been trying to find him for ten years…it just gets to me sometimes.”
“Gets to me too,” Horst said gently, scooting over along the railing to press his shoulder against Fritz’s. “But hard or not, however long it’s going to take, we will find him.”
Fritz nodded gently and fell silent again for a minute, smoking until the ember was glowing against his knuckles. “Remind me again,” he said, “why we’re chasing after Heller in the first place? Why we’re not actively doing what Mercer asked and rebuilding the Evolved?”
“Two reasons,” Horst replied. “First, we have made progress in refilling our ranks; we have almost fifty keystone potentials within Blackwatch and Gentek that we can infect and convert when the time is right. The problem with that is that the time isn’t right…we need a way of convincing them to fight with us instead of against us.” He glanced over the railing to the ground, scuffing a foot to kick a piece of gravel over the edge. “Turn twenty of our enemies into enemies with powers like ours and put them all in a room, they’d turn on us like rats on a sinking ship.”
“Fair enough,” Fritz replied. “So we wait on that till the time is right. What’s the second reason?”
“Heller IS the second reason, sweetheart. If he caught wind of resurgence among the Evolved and that we were coming back into strength, do you really think he’d wait around for us to become powerful enough to threaten him? The crazy bastard has to know that if we overthrow Gentek and Blackwatch, there’s nothing that can stop us from global power, and I’d bet money that’s a risk he wouldn’t allow. He’d come back and crush us like fucking ants.” Horst shook his head as he watched the gravel ping off the windshield of a passing car beneath them before glancing back to Fritz. “He is our biggest threat, and for that alone, he needs to die. Revenge for what he did to Alex and the potential of bringing our leader back are icing on the cake.”
“Somehow, I’m looking forward more to the icing than the cake,” Fritz commented dryly, chuckling. “And I think you are, too.”
Horst just grinned and winked. “I’ve been known to enjoy a little icing,” he muttered.
Fritz chuckled and shook his head, letting out a breathy sigh as he flicked the butt of his spent cigarette over the edge. “Ahhhh, my love…such a charmed life we lead.”
“Mmmm, indeed,” Horst said with a smirk, leaning his elbows on the railing and resting against Fritz’s side. “Things will get better.”
“They sure as hell can’t get worse,” Fritz muttered as he curled his left arm around Horst’s shoulders, holding him affectionately.
“Can always get worse,” Horst replied before slowly standing up, dusting off his jacket idly. “I think we’ve wasted enough time here, love…let’s get back to the pad, we still have a couple hours that we can spend trawling through the web seeing if anyone’s seen a bigass black guy with fucking claws running around.”
Fritz nodded and turned from the railing, stretching his arms overhead before fluffing his field jacket lightly. “Can’t believe that we’re down to running Chinese tabloids for this fucker.”
“Where else would you expect to find actual news about someone reporting a man with a four-foot blade hanging off one arm, love?” Horst chuckled as they started walking back across the rooftop, both men shaking out their limbs for the swift journey back home. “Any reputable news site would just write it off to their junk bin in a heartbeat.”
“Suppose you’re right,” Fritz said resignedly as they got to the far side of the rooftop. He smirked and stepped aside, bowing and lifting an arm out to Horst. “Ladies first.”
“Bitches last,” Horst said with a smirk before leaping away, starting another round of the two’s nightly chase once again.
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