by A L Magnus
She grabbed the reeking vinyl seat as Corey cornered hard, vrooming away from the estate where they’d left Alten to face discovery by his guards, well-aimed piddle from his little pedigreed dog, and the wrath of his wife.
The charging chariot tore through the night, leaving the Heights for the garbage-reeking downtown.
The junker hit a pothole and lurched. Sparks hit her head and rubbed it. Bits of insulation rained from the ceiling like yellow snow. She sneezed. If they could just make it to downtown without being caught, they’d be okay.
Corey drove like he’d never driven before.
Sparks swallowed hard, her knuckles pale from holding on to the seat. It was possible this was his first time in a car. She blinked. Maybe actual chariots were a thing where they were from. Ancient times. Wasn’t that what Erik said? She ‘got ahead of herself.’ In time. Impossible, but it sounded like...time travel.
Weirder than that, she was having a hard time imagining her life without him in it.
Wait. Ancient times, as in, before electricity. Damn. That meant no Internet. If she went there, how would she ever adapt?
“Hold on,” Corey shouted, his voice high with glee.
Sparks tightened her grip so much her hands hurt. The upholstery felt squishy underneath.
She didn’t want to fly through the cracked windshield, but the probability of encountering slugs or whatever else if she dug in the seat’s crack for a seatbelt was too gross to face.
She sipped shallow breaths. The once-sexy steel charger smelled like swim trunks left to rot. Had the car spent part of its life in a lake?
“Where did you get this thing?”
“We didn’t want to steal, so we found a car graveyard and Corey resurrected this one.” Erik’s voice rumbled, setting off a heat blast between her legs.
He sounded so pleased, and Corey shot her a proud grin.
A car graveyard. She didn’t have the heart to explain that they’d stolen it from a junkyard where it was just as illegal to take a car as to boost one off the street. Well, at least with this thing, the owner was unlikely to be trying to chase it.
“Right. Thanks.” She rubbed her forehead. “Okay, we need to ditch this thing, I mean chariot, out of sight, and get to city hall—.”
“That’s littering, though, right?”
“It doesn’t matter. We just need to get rid of—.”
The impact threw her against the dashboard. Where the fuck did that tree come from? Where were they?
She leaned back, sore all over, vision fluttering with light spots and color swirls. A trickle went down her face. She touched it. Blood. Must have hit her head. Just what she needed, more brain injuries.
Child abuse was forever.
“Sorry. I didn’t see that. I didn’t know there were trees in the middle of the road.” Corey hung his head.
“We’re alright,” Erik put his arm around her, “Right, Sparks?”
“Yeah.” Dazed, she leaned against him. If her heart wasn’t slamming her ribs, she’d want a nap against his big strong chest.
“Let’s get out of here.” Erik rammed the door open and lifted her out.
She felt too shaken to object to being carried. The chrome grill was planted in the tree. The whole thing became clear. Corey jumped a median and collided with the tree growing in the center divider.
“Weird place for a tree,” her roommate muttered.
“Yeah, it is.” She could see his point. If you come from a place where there aren’t trees in the middle of the road.... but how the fuck did he not see that? She rubbed her face. It was done. How and why didn’t matter.
The lights died and the car settled with a series of creaks and a hiss of steam.
The chariot was totaled. Okay, a super-team they were not. Still, they had to get away from the wreck and get home. She shouldered her pack and gestured to the guys.
“Onward, men.”
“What are we doing?”
“We walk. That guard who called the police could have given a description of me. I won’t risk a cab or a bus. I want to lay low and finish the vlog.”
“So we’re skipping City Hall?”
“Hell, no. We’re going there next. Good thing Corey drives so fast. We’re close.” She ruffled her roommate’s curls and he gave her a sheepish smile.
“Sorry about that. I wanted to help.”
“You helped. This will confuse the hell out of anyone looking for me.” She grinned and slapped her palm to his.
“I like how your mind works.” Erik squeezed her shoulder. “You’re different here, yet you’re as devious as ever.”
Thank you.” Sparks gave a mock bow.
Stepping in sync, they disappeared into the city’s shadows, heading for the corruption’s heart.
All she had to do was get inside, shoot the evidence of misappropriated funds, and get the hell out without being caught. She was already more powerful than a team of security guards, and she had her two attack-gods with her. As long as they didn’t attract attention...
Standing on the lawn looking up at City Hall, Spark’s legs felt unsteady from the accident. “This will be easy,” she murmured. The most daring things she’d done took the right attitude. She’d set her mind to it and make it happen. Sure, it looked impossible, and she felt like she had a double helping of the bumbling partner in a buddy-cop movie, but she could do this.
Erik put his enormous hand on her shoulder and she jumped. “Don’t be scared.”
“I’m not scared.” She wheeled at him, feeling like a cat ready to scratch and spit.
It it hadn’t been for him, this night would be a triumph. No, if it hadn’t been for him, she’d be running from the estate, and that young woman from Sweden would still be stuck in this country. She took a long breath. This was no time to lash out at anyone. Being afraid, staying there anyway, had never been an option. Survival always came first. Leave it to the privileged to hang out with emotions.
He held up his hands. “We’ll stay out here. You can move quieter on your own. Don’t be gone long.”
“Okay.” She turned in a circle, scoping the place out, checking for anyone who might see.
“Where’s Corey?”
“He’s in back starting a fire in a big garbage bin to give you time.” His teeth flashed. “He likes making fires and explosions. He’ll miss this filty place. So many things go boom. I had to give him a lecture against taking anything explosive back with us. We don’t want to contaminate our realm.” He shook his head. “We don’t want our future to turn out like this corrupt mess where people use the world as a garbage dump and kill off other species.”
She stared at him. For the first time, he’d given her a reason to want to go back in time. There could be a world where animals had a better chance for survival and where the sky wasn’t brown. That was worth any amount of inconvenience. A car sped by, the driver texting. Most people wouldn’t agree. This world was an object lesson in being careless of the future.
An explosion made her body jerk.
“Go,” Erik gave her a push between her shoulder blades. “There’s roof access. An unlocked door. I helped.” She whipped her head around. There is?
He grinned. “I helped. Hurry!”
Without thinking, she sprang into the air and flew to the roof. She landed gently in a crouch and eyed the shadows. All clear.
She ran to the door. The knob turned. Easy, so easy. Her resentment of Erik’s disruption of her life melted.
Opening the door carefully, she eased inside.
Distant footfalls and voices told her some security guards were heading for the back to investigate Corey’s pyromania.
She rushed to Alten’s office.
Locked. Fuck. Okay, if Erik can open a door without touching it, maybe I can, too. She focused on the lock. Nothing. It didn’t budge. Fuck it. She grabbed the knob and twisted it, using her increased strength, then she kicked the fucking door in. Nice.
Not subtle, but it felt good.
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sp; No. His desk was bare. Where was his fucking computer? Why couldn’t there be a handy file cabinet like in an old detective movie. She tried the drawers.
The one on the bottom wouldn’t budge. She forced it.
Rifled through files, expense accounts, bank statements, pay dirt. She spread the most damning evidence of misappropriated funds on his desk.
She pulled out her vid cam and shot the documents. “Here you have it, dear friends, your money at work. You bought Alten’s yacht, his house, and helped him maintain his luxury lifestyle where he impregnated the a nineteen year-old who was working here without legal status to do so, despite all his anti-immigrant hypocrisy. He’d confiscated her passport and made her his captive at his estate. Funds for the hospital went to his offshore account. Is this what you want for your city? Flush the turd buckets. It’s time f0r new leadership for this city, true leaders, not greedy scumbags. Take back this city.” She cut the recording and sighed. She hadn’t said ‘our city.’ There was no way to return to her life before the night in the asylum when Erik took her innocence with more than his cock.
Leaving the door open and the damning documents in plain view, she raced back to the roof and leaped down into the deepest shadows.
The bright flash of Erik’s teeth showed her his position.
A silhouette with his hips thrust forward and his hand stroking his cock as he watched the flames dancing above the big garbage bin showed her Corey’s. At least someone was having fun.
“Put it in your pants.” Erik called to Corey. He took her hand. “Great timing. Let’s get out of here.
Sirens split the night.
“How are we getting home?” Flying had been exhilarating, but it only worked because the downtown was a ghost town at night. Skyrocketing rents had forced most people out, and the people who could still afford to live in the city at all lived in the cleaner, safer, pricey neighborhoods.
Beaming, Erik pulled out his phone and dialed a cab. He gave the dispatcher the address of a drag bar a few blocks away.
“Let’s walk fast.”
“Why so far? We don’t want a cab driver remembering picking us up near the fire. I want to give you a day to savor your success when your expose hits the press.”
Her eyes stung. “Thanks.”
They headed off to the bar at a fast pace. She felt like Dorothy in the wizard of Oz, only with super hot gods at her sides.
Corey’s breath touched her ear. “We’re going to take you apart.”
Sandwich
ONCE THEY ALL SQUEEZED into the studio, Sparks drew the curtain-divider open, revealing her corner. It helped make the room a little bigger. As it was, the couch might collapse like doll furniture if they all sat on it. She collapsed on the bed and raised an eyebrow at Erik. “Make yourself at home.”
He crossed the room and sat next to her on the cot. The frame groaned.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. The furniture here isn’t up to a god descended from giants.” She wondered how that worked. If he was borrowing the body, or if it was like reincarnation and he was born into the body. She held up her hands. Was she born into this skin suit, or was it someone else’s? She shuddered.
“Don’t worry, we can use the floor. Worst thing that can happen is we’ll give your downstairs neighbor an unexpected visit, and beat-off material to last a lifetime.” A look of pity crossed his face.
To him, the janitor’s life must some so sad and brief, like an ant’s.
His fingers raised her chin. “No more gloomy thoughts now. You’ve done what you could here. You did well. It’s time to celebrate.”
Corey lounged on the sofa, his blatant erection tantalizing in his wire-brushed jeans. “I second the need for a celebration.”
“What do you have in mind?” She glanced from Erik to Corey and back. They were hot as hell. Were they teasing her, or did they mean what she thought they meant?
Erik cast her a wicked glance and his smoldering look met Corey’s.
“It’s time to take care of you.”
“What do you mean?” She shook her head, hoping she didn’t sound as dense as she felt. It was hard to think with these two sexy men in their form-fitting T-shirts and jeans looking at her like she was dinner.
“After all that ass-kicking, you’re due for refreshment.”
“A sandwich,” Corey added, his slow smile stretching across his impish face.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Exactly.” Erik untied the leather lacing holding her hair in a tight club. He ran his fingers through it, making it waterfall over her shoulders and back.
He took off his T-shirt and spread it on the floor as a sheet. He guided her down onto it.
Corey joined them. Smiling, he inched his fingers up her sides, catching her ticklish places, and wrestled her T-shirt off of her. Like a magic trick, he unhooked her bra and slid it away, allowing her heavy breasts to loll free.
“Mm, lovely,” he breathed.
She’d never thought he had a bisexual streak. From the way his erection bobbed at her, it was more than a streak, more like a superhighway. Sweet.
They both homed in on her, strong hands exploring her, their mouths kissing the sides of her neck. She arched in their embrace, toes curling.
“Wait. I want to watch.” She blurted it before she could stop herself. Ever since she saw them kiss, she’d wanted to see them together.
“I like you like this.” Erik gave her a slow kiss. “So innocent.”
“Was I so different before?”
“Well, Edrial is what you’d call jaded.”
“And abrasive. On a good day.” Corey bobbed his golden curls.
“Sorry. I’ll bear it in mind.”
“No.” Erik rested his finger on her lips. “Empty your mind. Now is for feeling pleasure. The past, the future, those don’t exist here.
She blew out her breath. “Alright.”
“He’s right.” Corey ran his hand appreciatively down her hip and thigh, under her knee, and up the inside of her leg. He parted her legs and took her hand. With a sexy smile, he placed her fingers over her clit.
“While you’re watching, let you fingers play.”
She blushed. It bothered her a little to think that Edrial wouldn’t blush. No thinking. Erik was right, no reason to compare herself to another self she barely remembered. Time enough in the future to become jaded and abrasive.
Reaching out, she petted both of their bobbing cocks.
“Show me what you like,” she whispered.
Erik took hold of Corey, ran his hands down the smaller god’s finely muscled back, and gripped both of his cheeks. He squeezed Corey’s ass and he moaned.
With a devilish glance at Sparks, he ran his fingers through the much shorter man’s curls and pulled him close for a deep kiss. His tongue plundered Corey’s mouth, making him shake. He pulled away and ran his thumb down Corey’s chin to the hollow at the base of his throat. “You’re so delicious. I need to taste you now.”
Sliding his arm under Corey’s side, he lifted him easily and rotated him, dangling him so his mouth hung right over the head of his cock.
Corey drooled on it and caressed the huge balls.
“Suck me.” Erik commanded, and lowered him, craning forward and opening his mouth as he arched into a semi-circle to stuff his cock into Corey’s mouth as he devoured the smaller god’s erection.
Sparks fingers played with her clit and dipped into her juices, spreading her slickness. “So hot you guys, so fucking hot.”
They deep throated each other, slurping so close to her, she felt their heat. Erik’s massive cock bulged with veins and thickened to an impossible girth as Corey stove to open his mouth wide enough to take it all. Groaning deep in his throat, the giant plunged his lips from Corey’s crown to his root. He palmed the pink balls and rolled them, making Corey’s eyes roll back in his head.
Eyes gleaming, Erik withdrew his mouth. “That’s enough for you. We have a treat to share. Le
t’s hit the showers.” He smoothed Sparks hair out of her face and she shuddered with heat. “As long as we don’t lean on the walls, we can take you apart without destroying the building.” He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom.
Somehow, the three of them fit in the shower. With the warm water caressing them, she found herself climbing the giant, so eager for his cock to pierce her, she couldn’t wait. She felt like a cat as she gripped him and shimmied up his body.
He chuckled, hot for her, his hands guiding her into place. Supporting her ass, he eased her down so her tightness kissed his cock head.
“Ready?”
She nodded.
He pulled her down on him, impaling her deep and hard. Her entire body spasmed, going off, coming hard on him. An easy, hard orgasm that rippled all through her.
Corey pressed against her from behind, teasing her crack, massaging her asshole.
Her clit ached, so hot for them both.
“Take her ass,” he rasped at Corey. “Fuck her with me. She needs it.”
“I do,” she whispered, and bit his chest.
Erik crouched to bring her ass in reach of Corey’s cock.
Her roommate wrapped his fist in her hair and bit her throat. “I’ve shot on the ceiling so many times thinking of doing this to you.”
He eased his thick erection into her tight asshole.
Erik held her steady and squatted lower, withdrawing until only the tip was inside of her, making room for Corey to stuff her ass.
“Now,” he commanded.
Corey charged into her, her body suspended between them both on Erik’s hands and the tip of his cock.
Thick juiciness coated her asshole. He was giving her a load of pre-cum to make it easier.
Pressing forward, he lodged the tip inside her and waited.
A deep sound came out of her. She held on tight to Erik and bit him harder. He squeezed her ass enough to hurt in a good way.
Corey massaged her breasts, thumbed her nipples, sparking her heat.
Her ass opened.
He drove up her, shifting his grip to her hips to pull her all the way down his shaft while he ground it up her good.
Fuck, yeah. Fuck you’re tight. We have to keep her, Erik.
