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                             Hard to Handle
                                by ElSol

Copyright© 2009 by ElSol


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Description: (Impervious III) Tavi Smith goes to college. How does a young superhero stay out of trouble with all that freedom?

Codes: MF superhero
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Chapter 1: Baby Here I Am

"What are we doing here?" Alexx Chaze asked.

"What are you doing here, Miss Chaisse?" Mispronouncing Alexx's last name made her dark blue eyes flash.

"It's pronounced Chase." Flash!

"In fact, what are any of you doing here?" I asked with a smile. Not that seeing Special Agent Diana LaDon and her pair of female FBI shadows was something to complain about. Elis called them; fucking hot, fucking hotter, and can you be any fucking hotter. Morgan dropped dime on her man by telling the agents about the nicknames. They cornered Elis to find out who was who. In one of those rare moments of geek-cool, Elis explained the names were mobile day-to-day, and even hour-to-hour, depending on who he saw first, what they were wearing--I tuned him out at the phases of the moon. Elis capped the entire thing by telling Morgan if she were up to it maybe Alexx would like to spend Spring Break with them. He made me promise to keep the almost fainting afterwards between us.

Morgan called them 'The Elite' and behaved like she was a junior member.

To me, they were the three little stalkers.

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Catherine, my adopted mother, stayed true to her were-bitch form. After graduation, she sold the house, emptied the accounts, and drained the college funds. The ink was barely dry on my diploma before Catherine disappeared with Ahmo. Candice and her husband took me in. Michelle, their daughter, adopted me as a helper in her favorite game, Miche-zilla destroys Lego-Metro City. A few weeks of erecting cities only to have a toddler gleefully stomp them flat proved relaxing.

I tried to have a conversation with Candice about my future before I graduated but she distracted me with sex. Candice not wanting to talk about it was an excuse not to think about it. A couple of weeks after graduation, I glanced through the want ads. Candice ripped the paper out of my hands. She had other plans for my future.

My father died doing a duty entrusted to him for years. It left a lot of people feeling indebted to his survivors; something Catherine should have considered. Honus City beat with the heart of a small town; you don't stay Sheriff in a small town for as long as my dad without burying certain inconveniences and embarrassments. Having a particular image of my dad, I chose not consider how Candice knew things that were supposed to be between my father and a shovel. One dinner in benefit of Sheriff Smith's 'family' was all it took to put my feet back on the collegiate path. Considering I recognized a few assemblymen and some Metro City socialites at the party, Candice announcing I'd be starting college during the summer and living off-campus did not surprise me. Between the town's money, a college fund Candice had built up for me, and grants, I had nothing to worry about. I wanted to argue about living off-campus, but Candice kept getting naked.

Elis wanted to start classes early too, so we looked for a place together. I did sit Elis down for a man-to-man. Why would he want to live off-campus? Girls away from home for the first time roamed freely in freshman dorms. I could visit him, thus catching glimpses of young ladies in various states of disarrayed clothing. I did not appreciate Elis' tone when he told me: I already fucked enough, he had a girlfriend, and I could not be trusted on my own. Fucking unnecessary!

Candice assigned Morgan to assist in the housing hunt. Morgan doing the legwork, paperwork, and pretty much all the work worked for me. She found an awesome house! Even if I didn't know our price range, I didn't see how this place could possibly be in it. The owner recently bought the house but was being sent to Europe on long assignment. She was loathed to give up her dream home, so she decided to rent it out at a price that would tempt someone into a lengthy lease. I questioned the wisdom of renting it to college kids. She studied Elis and me before raising an eyebrow. So maybe we're not the party type of guys, how about the benefit of the doubt though! The extra bedrooms were writing on the wall. Morgan was living in the dorms, but she obviously planned on a best of both worlds package. The price of doing all the work turned out to be not having the rent discussion with us, as in the rent she wouldn't be paying ever.

Elis and I came to the same conclusion about the house, either we were the luckiest fucking freshmen in history or something was up. Candice offered no help in figuring out which one since she chose to focus on Morgan's body that weekend while I watched. I'm really not that easy, but Candice Card p-o-u-r-e-d over Morgan! Come on!

The summer sucked! Candice wanted me to take classes as a distraction and to give me the option of a lighter class load during the year. She did not visit much since the go at baby number two proved successful. Morgan only came down for the weekends and spent most of her time with Elis. My sexual toy, Erin, took off for a European summer, which became a European year. None of the girls in my classes were anything to write home about, much less take home. I studied, swam, and tried to figure out how far I could take my exercise regimen before the neighbors came investigating.

Bore-ing!

Freshman year proved only slightly better. More time with Elis meant Morgan had some time for me. Unfortunately, Tavi-time ended when Morgan pledged a sorority. Candice was still too busy being pregnant and then taking care of the newborn to be a part of my first year at school. I gave more serious thought to making a connection with some of my classmates, but for all the freedoms of college, dating them seemed a step down.

The only excitement of my freshman year came after spring break. I ran into Special Agent Diana LaDon on the Quad. She bought me coffee and asked the expected questions about dealing with my father's death and the changes in my life. The university and local police called in the FBI to get a handle on a new date rape drug making strides on the scene. The drug wiped memory more effectively than previous ones of its ilk, making it difficult to get traction on dealers and users.

I wanted to stay out of the FBI's way; Elis had different ideas. One of the sorority sisters was raped, and he did not take kindly to the possibility of Morgan as a victim. Being that a pissy Elis did not the best of friends make, I did what I could.

And I was bored, so whatever.

It did not take much to bring down the house of rape. I snuck a touch on the sorority sister, grabbed her rapist by the throat behind his dorm, and pumped the dealer with some of his own poison before delivering the stash, dealer, and the rapist to the front step of the university police building. I lay low for a bit, but it wasn't too bad. Of course, Morgan figured out the story being passed around by the cops was a load of crap. A hop, skip, and a glare in the general direction of her boyfriend got her the real story. Suddenly, our house was a hangout and meeting place for her sorority, probably having a lot to do with the semi-enclosed hot tub, huge backyard, and the entertainment systems in various rooms.

Sophomore year had more to say for itself.

Candice acquired a partner in the practice and reduced her hours. I thought it meant financial trouble, especially considering her help with my college bills. She came by for a night and explained (after some amazing sex) about a new consulting job. Reading between the lines, I figured it had something to do with the conversations Candice avoided, like Special Agent LaDon being assigned to a newly opened local office of the FBI. More of Candice's time for me meant the sleeping dogs could lie to their hearts' content.

The sorority sisters clued in on the sexual mechanics of Morgan, Elis, and Tavi. I thought 'bad fucking jelly beans', but some of the sisters proved to be quite liberal about sex especially while between boyfriends. If the pussy brings itself to your house, it's a great life. When it brings pizza, that's balling!

I saw Special Agent Diana more often; she spent a couple nights a week reading at the local coffeehouse and sometimes ate lunch in the Quad. Surprise! She was legacy in Morgan's sorority, which came with an open invitation to their parties. I appreciated a more relaxed Diana at the less crowded get-togethers even if she kept her distance. We had coffee a few times; she liked to talk about her troublesome cases. Morgan tried to sell me on applying a little push whenever a case hit a major block, especially cases attached to rewards for information. Morgan assured me the money transfers were confidential. I did not want to be a part of it but that was before a threesome with one of the hotter sorority sisters and Morgan. Her new car spoke volumes to my inability to say no pre-coitus, mid-coitus, post-coitus, or whenever coitus was on a table. Everybody, including if not especially Diana, seemed happy with the arrangement so I kept my mouth shut.

I thought Junior year would see the beginning of the end. Candice might avoid the subject; Morgan might avoid telling me rewards for information were being paid through Candice's consulting company; Diana LaDon might completely avoid touching me; but regardless of all the avoid-dancing, the house of omissions was leaning hard. The Feds knew about me! I had decided to kick the thing over when the other two female agents showed up and all three Feds started hanging out at the corner of my eye.

How far would Candice and Diana stoop to keep their house upright?

It wasn't that the agents were hot--well, it wasn't completely about them being hot. Elis had it right--they were hot as fuck! I did have private nicknames for them. April 'Are Those Things Real' Hunt, red hair, a temper to match, green eyes, short, stocky, fan-tit-ulous breasts matched perfectly with an over the top ass. I'd solve a few cases to see April naked and a lot more for oiled and naked! Alexx 'Please God!' Chaze, wavy to curly brunette, dark blue eyes, fit and symmetrically kicking body, with a smooth coolness to make you wonder how good it would feel have her naked on top of you during a summer nap. Diana was my favorite! I'd been around her lovely, brunette elegance the longest so the accumulation of desire played a part.

They stalked me Junior Year. Diana was just there as if that's where she should be. April had a more confrontational style. If I was having lunch at the coffeehouse, she sat at my table. She never talked to me, but she did not hide that she was tailing me. Alexx dressed the part of a college coed who happened to show up everywhere I might be.

They were fucking with me so it's only fair I fucked with them. Elis pegged the situation--the two new agents had not been told everything. The frustration of following some random college junior and not knowing why when your superiors acted like it was a matter of national security?!? I almost fell out of my chair laughing. Toppling over the house of omissions would have to wait until somebody other than me cracked under the pressure.

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Alexx gave me the girlfriend eye.

"It's highly unfair for you look at me like that when you're not my girlfriend," I told her.

"What?"

"Stop it!" Morgan came up from behind me and grabbed my earlobe. "Did you consider Alexx might be trying out the whole being your girlfriend thing to see if she likes it?"

"Yeah, right!" April laughed. "Alexx going out with the uber-geek!"

"I am not a geek," I said, pulling my ear out of Morgan's grip. "I don't have the grades, computer skills, or interest in some esoteric matter only twelve people in the world have heard of."

"Why are we here?" April stifled a yawn.

"Have you ever heard of D&D?"

"Exactly!" April exclaimed at the other women. "Uber-geek! Super-Geek! Bat-Geek! Geekie-Geek!"

"If you didn't have those breasts, he'd hate you, April," Morgan said.

"Don't forget the ass," Alexx said.

"Yeah, it's pretty clear he likes that part of her," Diana said. The two new agents stared at me waiting for the normal reaction of a guy fitting the classification they gave me. Diana studied them; a muscle in her cheek twitched. If she weren't a straight-laced FBI agent, I'd say the two agents' frustration amused the fuck out of Diana.

"So why are we here?" Alexx asked again when they got tired of waiting for the flustered reaction a geek would exhibit at having three attractive women talking about his desire to be cock-deep in any of their asses.

"Do you know what D&D is?" Morgan asked.

"Yeah, geek-speak for God chose not to make me one of the cool, beautiful people so let's create a world where I can be whatever I want, namely the guy who gets all the hot elf chicks," April answered. "They should get over high school and wake up to the fact that cool, beautiful people are less than one percent of one percent of the population and get on with their lives."

"Advice from one of the cool, beautiful people who takes every opportunity to put a geek in his place," I snickered.

April's hands tightened into fists.

"Don't," Diana said without looking at April. "You'll regret it in ways that will surprise you."

The two agents stared at Diana. Morgan smiled at them; I bumped her hip before she could add to my challenge. "My dance, Morgan!"

Morgan nodding automatically gave April pause. Diana treated Morgan like she did the two agents. The women stared at me again. They were getting closer and closer to pushing for the information they wanted about their assignment.

"Elis ran this huge Dungeons and Dragons campaign freshman year," Morgan continued. "The comic book shop sponsored the game and a lot of people participated. Each player had to have three characters drawn up for it."

"Why three?" Alexx asked.

"Generally, the Dungeon Master is friendly about the adventure," I said. "He does what he can to lead the players down the right path and even protects them somewhat. Elis played it hardcore."

"He worked on the thing for most of high school," Morgan said.

"So he finally got to play it and show he's the Geek Master?" April asked.

"We lost," I sighed.

"What?" Alexx gave me a look.

"It was Elis and Tavi trying to destroy the world while everybody else tried to stop them," Morgan said. "My boys lost."

"We're here to celebrate the geek-squad saving their geek-world?" April really liked the word geek.

"Nope," Morgan said. "One of the players is getting published, a fantasy trilogy. The first book came out and the dedication included Elis. This is a book signing."

Morgan bought a dozen books, all signed so she could show her boyfriend's name in print to her family and friends. Thankfully, none of the three Feds pointed out the obvious, getting a book dedicated to you isn't really that big a deal. I mentioned it to Morgan the day before and needed a new TV. The agents showed Morgan-approved levels of awe. It is just a dedication! And the guy didn't include his true nemesis, Tavi the Wise-Cracking Barbarian. Of course, it could have something to do with how many times I died and needed to be resurrected by the Lich Lady Elissande.

The comic book shop went all out--free drinks and snacks. The core of the party was the players, Elis, and the new author. A few of the people in the store weren't the type found at such an event, which made some of the participants skittish. Morgan invited her sorority; the three hot FBI agents were also dressed a little nicer than casual Fed wear. The geeks couldn't figure which was more fascinating, the great looking female company or the guy who scored their dream job. Well, the dream job one step down from game tester or two steps down from the real dream job, game designer.

I wandered over to the adult comic book section to see if they had anything new. The owner glanced over at me when I pulled a couple of items out of their plastic protection. I bought too much stuff and Elis still ran a few small games so he didn't say anything.

The FBI agents kept glancing at me. The new agents were not what I expected. Things like how they were exercising their sexual claws on guys way below their own class. From watching them, you would have thought Alexx was Elis' girlfriend instead of Morgan. By no means were the three stalkers as big a mystery as I must be to them, but there was enough strangeness to leave me with an itch at the back of my mind.

poppoppop Gunshots!

"Everybody down!" Diana yelled. The three agents pointed their firearms at the back door. "FBI! Get down, damn it!"

Diana's eyes were on the back door while she waved the badge for everyone to see. A couple of sorority sisters screamed. Morgan was on them in an instant, forcing the girls to the ground. The rest of the group smartened up and planted their faces to the floor.

I crouched.

"April!" Diana shouted. April pulled out a second gun and kept low while heading to the back door. More shots! Alexx changed to a position covering April and moved towards the door too. Diana's head swiveled back and forth from her agents to the kids in the room while she followed.

"Aren't you going to help?" Morgan hissed.

"Three capable, well-armed FBI agents," I pointed out. "They can handle it."

Popping the door open, April rolled out. Diana and Alexx blasted through the doorway.

"Okay, get the front door!" Morgan ordered. "If whoever is shooting gets out of the alleyway, they might try to take hostages."

The gunfire intensified. I looked at Morgan, "Those three are really good."

"The Mutant Alien Baby will cover the front door or I'm not buying any more replacements for the panties he regularly tears off my body!"

"You don't have to be like that about it!" I grumbled. "And you don't buy them anyway."

"By not replacing, I mean if someone who isn't a cop or an FBI agent gets in here, you're not getting in my panties for a very long time or ever again!"

"Okay! Okay! Fuck! Let's not get excited!" I hissed.

"What are you doing?" a few different people whispered at me as I walked to the front door. I waved them off. The windows were pretty covered up so nobody could see in. I couldn't see out either. Morgan might take the shooters setting a foot inside the place as a failure to do what she wanted. One of her more adventurous sorority sisters introduced me to the joys of tearing a girl's clothes off. I really liked doing it to Morgan's panties. Fuck me!

Opening the door, I stepped outside. Nothing doing except a nice moon on a clear night. I took a few steps into the street to look around. The shots were more deliberate. I should probably have done my thing, but I had the feeling Diana would not take kindly to me getting involved. They were the F-B-I after all, plus I was enjoying the other two agents not knowing why someone had them tailing me.

Three guys ran out of the alleyway and bore down on me.

"Hostage!" One of them pointed at me. "Get him!"

"Hmm." Point to Morgan and not a fucking chance in hell I would ever tell her.

The lead guy slowed down and reached for me. His head made a yucky sound when it hit a minivan's rim. The second guy came in too fast to react to the new danger. I picked him up and slammed him to the ground. Concrete. Ouch! The final fellow got shots off on me. After three bullets did nothing, he looked as his gun as if he'd caught it fucking his best friend.

I winced, "Heels!"

Incoming fearsome threesome! I covered the ground to the shooter. He tried another shot at the up-close and personal range. I threw him against the wall.

"Tavi!" Elis said from behind me. He took off his jacket and handed it to me. I finished zipping it as the ladies arrived.

"It was him!" I said pointing at Elis.

"Tavi!" Morgan spat.

Diana surveyed the damage calmly. My other two stalkers wore very confused looks.

"I guess joining our classes is really working out for Elis," I told everyone. Quite proudly, since it was my idea for Elis to firm up a little by taking some martial arts classes. "You should've seen him."

I bounced like a boxer. "That cat was fast as lightning!"

I juked left and threw a couple of kitten paw punches, "He was frightening."

Pausing, I made as if whispering to my audience, "Not that I was scared. He is my best bud. We go back a long way; he could never hurt me."

I did the girl kickee-punchee thing with a bad roundhouse kick thrown in for effect, "The man has expert timing."

Jumping up I threw a horrible back kick and tripped over my legs. It made for a spectacular crash. I turned onto my back to see Morgan standing over me, "Tavi, you're an idiot!"

"I heard gunshots," Diana said. "Is everybody inside okay? The windows look intact."

I got up and didimaoed back into the comic store. April and Alexx surrounded Elis. Who is the smarty-pants now, beeyatch? Morgan stared at the sky and shook her head. She moved in to breakup the twosome before they could pull out the anal probes.

Elis got much nicer attention inside--I told the sorority sisters all about his masterful use of the Vulcan kung fu grip to protect them. The bastard didn't thank me! What the fuck does an over-statted barbarian sidekick have to do to get some appreciation?



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Chapter 2: I Can Give You What You Want



The mini-bar, pool table, poker table, and stylishly comfortable couches made studying in our basement a never-going-to-happen event at night unless Morgan's sorority sisters needed a quiet place for a group study session. During the day, it was good for a few hours of social studying. Translation: I don't really want to study, but I will if there's nothing else to do. A couple of days after the comic book shop incident, I was having no luck in with the nothing else part.

I fell into a college major rather than choosing one. By picking classes most likely to accept bullshit as class work, i.e. 'Philosophy of Star Trek', 'Religion and Sci-Fi', 'Technology and Society', I managed to complete a major. Bullshit is used in the most endearing fashion, but I refuse to deny if a professor can be convinced to accept a paper on something other than his assigned subject, AFTER THE FACT, then I'm hip deep in it.

I was about ready to call the latest sorority sister suffering with lack-of-boyfrienditis when I heard the door to the basement open. Thank God!

"Hello, darling," Candice said. Dear God, by thanks I mean - You are the fucking man, dude!!! In case she might think I was studying and shouldn't be interrupted, I tossed the books aside.

"Are you studying?" Tragedy averted!

"No, I was just ... there's nobody here so I thought I'd get ahe ... Hmm ... I ... uhmm ... No, I wasn't studying."

"Good!" She slipped out of her shoes and kicked them over to me. "Morgan told me about the pool table down here and I wanted to give it a try."

Morgan? Pool table? Candice knew about the pool table; she'd even played a few games. Oh! Morgan, pool table!

Candice wore a short, white, puffy dress. It didn't have straps so I wondered about the mechanics of keeping it up. Maybe it wouldn't take much to get it off! The dress came down an inch past Candice's tushy. She smiled at me as she walked slowly past the couch to the pool cue stand. Her hands stroked the sticks before she made her selection. I adjusted for thickening.

"You cut your hair," I said. She walked around the pool table, running her fingers along the felt. The balls were racked. I got glimpses of pussy and ass with every step. Candice leaned back against the table. She ran her fingers up and down the tip of the cue stick. She closed her eyes and looked like she was going to kiss the stick. Smiling without opening her eyes, she shook her head. Pulling some of her hair to the front, she continued stroking the head of the cue stick.

"Do you like it?" she asked. "I know you love it long. With Michael hitting the terrible twos, I needed few things to be less maintenance."

"Michelle and Michael," I said with a smile.

"At least, it wasn't Eugene and Eugenia!" She laughed before turning around. Leaning down, she slammed the stick against the cue ball. Her ass pointed towards me; her pussy winked as Candice waited for the balls to come to a halt after her break. Years before, I would have stripped down to nothing, walked over, grabbed her hips, and slammed deep into Candice. There is something to be said for youth; there is also much to be said for the patience of experience. I stood up, stripped, and walked midway between the couches and pool table. Candice looked over her shoulder as I leaned against the wall. Her ass arched up as she stared at my hard dick.

She grabbed the eight ball and sat up on the edge of table with her feet hanging free. Her fingers stroked the stick again while she rolled the ball on the table using the palm of her other hand. Candice flipped her hair over her shoulder. When I took my eyes away from her exposed ass cheeks, her happy smile met my gaze. Candice pulled a strap from between her breasts and placed it carefully between her teeth.

"If that dress has straps, how exactly is it staying up?" I asked.

She leaned until her pussy showed. I had to remember someday to ask Candice or Morgan how they knew exactly the distance needed to exhibit the perfect amount of naked skin for that moment. Candice spun around so her ass pointed at me, posed for a second with a knowing smile. She knelt straight up, pushed her shoulders back and chest up. The dress fell down to her waist, exposing my favorite pair of breasts in the whole wide world. They were my first pair of breasts -- the first I saw, the first I touched, the first I sucked, the first I fucked. Candice was the first of all my firsts, making every part of her perfect. Candice stared at me as she grabbed the dress at her bellybutton and stepped down to the floor. I watched her breasts, exactly two handfuls in size, rise and fall with her breath. Her nipples hardened to points at the touch of my eyes.

"I remember when you couldn't wait," she whispered. Her hands moved to her hips. The dress fell to her pubic bone. She smiled at me, trying to tease me into going back to days I didn't wait. Her hands balled the dress upwards. She went up on her toes and took a step to the side. My eyes caressed her hips, like my tongue had what seemed thousands of times and I hoped would a few thousand times more.

"You were the one who taught me I had to be in control; every day, every hour, every second," I said. She shrugged and displayed her teeth in a feral smile. Time for a test! She turned around slowly and bent over the pool table. Her dress came down but stopped before fully exposing her pussy. How did the thing stay up? Oh! She was pinning the dress to the table with her thighs.

I thought about it for a second; it had been awhile, and there's failing and then there's failing. Candice gasped when the head of my dick touched her pussy lips. She would have turned her head to look at me, except I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled back.

"Tavi!" There's failing and there's convincing the teacher the question has more than one right answer.

The point of my dick spread Candice's pussy open; I pushed in slowly, letting her feel each millimeter as I penetrated into her body. She was ready for me, warm and wet. Her head came back to relieve the pressure of my handgrip on her hair. I let it go and grabbed her hips. Just in time! She pushed back to speed the fucking into her depth, but my hands held her in place. Candice settled for aligning her bottom to the best angle of penetration. I kept forging inwards. It never quite was like that first time, but there were times it was better. This was one of those times.

"Too long," Candice whispered. I didn't know if she was complaining about how long I was taking or how long it had been. She had a family so I could not demand more of her time, more time to spend like this, no matter how much I wanted it. She exhaled when I hit bottom. I wanted to stay like that, fucked as deep into Candice as I could; I wanted to move; I wanted to cum; I wanted her to scream. So I stepped back, leaving her embrace completely.

Candice did not say anything or look at me. She straightened her body. I watched the dress flow down her legs to pool at her feet. She gave me a second to stare at her naked back before she climbed onto the pool table and turned around. She lay back on arms. Elevating and spreading her legs, she stared at me from between them. Her ass was on the edge of the table. Candice brought her left hand to her pussy and spread it open. Her finger dipped in, coming out wet. She meant too long since our last time together! Knowing she felt the same way made it easier and harder at the same time.

I stepped forward. Candice pressed up on her arms. My cock did not need guidance to find her center. I fucked into Candice, wrapped my arms around her, grabbed her ass, and pulled her towards me.

"Tavi!" she screamed. I held her body still and pumped my hips. I knew the line between pain and what she could take, what nobody else could ever give her in the same way no other woman could ever be Candice. I took us there. Pulling her almost off the table and a little lower so that the table backed my thrusts into her body. She buried her face in neck as she hugged me as tight as she could.

I fucked in and out of Candice until I couldn't hear her scream, until I couldn't hear my thoughts, until too long seemed almost worth it. Her body came completely off the table; I held her against me, using my legs to drive her up and letting gravity bring her back to me.

And too long became too soon! Candice grabbed me even tighter; my hands gripped her ass cheeks and pulled her closer. My dick fucked in deeper. I shot and shot; Candice's pussy pressed down on me, pulling another shot from my willing body. Her mouth touched my lips. The gentleness of the kiss cradled us as we came down.

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"Feel free to clap, ladies," Elis said. "I did the first time I saw him in action. And I'm a guy! Let me tell you, not much can deflate a male ego like watching Tavi use his thing."

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Elis," Morgan said. "In neither the thing department, nor the using your thing department."

"That's a really big dick!" Alexx said. "Are you seriously saying your man can stand up to that?"

"Tavi's a fucking mutant," Morgan said with a sigh. "Elis does not disappoint, and he's got a lot to offer that Tavi doesn't."

"Like what?" April asked.

"Not having to compete with her," Morgan replied.

Candice let go of my neck. Her hands drifted down to my pubic hair. She pushed outwards; I let her separate us. She stepped down from the pool table. Walking gingerly, she moved to the side of the table facing our spectators. Candice at any normal time is something to behold, but after sex she reminds other women of every little flaw they hate about themselves.

"It helps if you think of her as baggage," Diana told the other two FBI agents. I could feel Candice's eyebrow elevate. "Like beautiful family heirlooms you have to make space for. If you take the time to find out what they mean, you don't mind anymore because you realize how important they are."

"I'm not into antiques," April said, staring at Candice up and down.

I didn't like the sound of that; I moved around to stand next to Candice. Her finger came down and ran along the length of my dick. Candice stared at April while licking the finger.

"Am I supposed to be impressed?" April's eyebrow went up. I almost laughed at the similarity to Candice's gesture.

"If you cannot win, there is no a competition," Candice said. "I don't know why your masters have kept you in the dark, but let me give you some advice -- don't bark at shadows until you've seen the light."

April green eyes lasered into Candice. She stepped towards us. Diana, Morgan, and Elis grabbed the angry redhead. I was already in front of Candice.

"Do you really think you can take me, asshole?" April stared at me hard.

"Darling, please." Candice said. I smiled at April before going back to standing next to Candice.

"Is that it?" April asked, brushing away the hands holding her in place. "You're the dog trainer."

Candice pinched the bridge of her nose, "This is really the best you can do, Diana."

"No," Diana said, staring hard at April.

"I leave the situation to you," Candice said, "but might I ask why you've chosen to interrupt us? I was hoping for more time with Tavi."

"The guys outside the comic shop," Elis said, looking at me with serious intent. "Russian mob."

Candice's fingertips ran up and down my spine slowly.

"There's a credible threat to Elis, also to his family and friends," Diana said.

Candice walked around me to put on her dress. Placing her open hand on my chest, she got on her tiptoes to kiss me. "What happened to your father and sister was my mistake, Tavi. You should do everything you can to protect our family."

"Diana, a few words," Candice said, walking away from me.

Morgan glanced at Elis then at me. She nodded towards the other side of the pool table.

"Could you put on some pants, dude?" Elis said after we formed a triangle away from the two curious FBI agents. Diana guided Candice upstairs, leaving April and Alexx to fend for themselves. If the two agents had pushed into our triangle, we couldn't have done much about it, other than not speak. Alexx seemed to have something to discuss with April though. They watched us as they traded whispers.

"They want to put me in a safe house," Elis said.

"I'm sorry about..."

"Dude, it wasn't going to make a difference." Elis cut me off. "This way is better."

"No, it's not!" Morgan said. "They're after you instead of the guy who can't be hurt."

"You told him to go outside." Morgan's teeth clicked together at Elis' tone of voice. With Morgan being so bossy, sometimes I forgot Elis was the dominant partner in their relationship. Morgan was probably the only thing Elis could dominate but there's no making sense of love. "Even after Tavi reminded you the agents could handle the situation."

"Breathe," I told Morgan. "If you don't, you'll probably explode."

"So this is fucked," Elis continued. "At least the Feds are concentrating on protecting the people who actually need protection."

"Elis, they know about Tavi," Morgan said.

"Have they ever told you they know?"

"No," she hissed. "But come on ... they know."

"As long as everyone is pretending then they have to keep pretending," Elis said.

"Huh?" I grunted.

"They want you make the first move because they think it will give them an advantage," Elis said.

"How?" I asked.

"I don't know, dude," Elis shrugged. "Maybe they're fucking stupid!"

"Elis!" Morgan poked him and glanced at the agents. His voice had been climbing.

"There's something else going on here," Elis said.

"What?" Morgan asked.

"I don't know and it doesn't matter anymore," Elis said. "My family has to go into protective custody, Tavi."

"Yeah," I said.

"Federal Marshals are picking me up," he continued.

"What about Morgan?" I asked.

"I'm staying with the Diana and the girls," she replied.

"Have they said anything about me?"

"Don't let them," Elis said. "The Russians think it's me so everybody is either going to be focusing on me or pretending to."

"If they can't find you, they'll come after me," I said.

"Tavi." Elis put his hand on my shoulder and smiled. "They're going to come here even if you put up a billboard that blinks 'No Elis Here, One Week!'"



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Chapter 3: When I Get Through Throwin' It On You

"Are you sure, Tavi?" Diana asked. April waited by the black SUV. Elis watched Diana and me through a back window. There was something unsure about the way Diana looked at me.

"Are you siding with April?" I asked. "Gonna stash me somewhere safe."

She stared at me.

"This is bullshit," I said. "You know the best thing that could happen is the Russians come here."

She nodded slowly. Looking back at the SUV, Diana's features hardened. She reached out and stroked my face from temple to chin. Her eyes met mine as I absorbed the new best and worst of Special Agent Diana LaDon's life.

"The Vice President is dead, Tavi," she said. "Director Meril is fighting a losing battle with cancer, dying an inch at a time."

"That psychologist is alive." I saw it all, no wonder she never let me touch her.

"She's in a hole," Diana replied.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" I said. "Elis was right--there's more than people are telling us. You weren't supposed to touch me until I made the first move. They have to consider that you would do it anyway."

"Not until you forgive me for what happened to Ahmo and your dad," she said. "Even then, it's not like they have a choice."

"Candice," I said.

"She won't let them use her," Diana said.

"There's more about her," I said.

"Candice knows how to hide her tracks even from you," Diana said. "Right now, we're all playing her game."

"Why?" I asked. "It doesn't make sense for you people to play it this way."

"They need you," Diana said. "Enough to see if you'll work with me or one of those two. They'll wait for Morgan if that's what it takes, Tavi."

"My dad is dead," I said. "My sister is gone. You were there, you were a part of it!"

"I know," Diana replied. "I have to pay. It's what you are. It's what they expected from me."

I slammed the door shut before she could say anything else.

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It was almost dark when Morgan walked into my bedroom. I had been staring out of my window since touching Diana.

"They got Elis," Morgan said.

I turned around slowly. There was fear on Morgan's face but no despair. "I don't understand."

"The Russians worked faster than the FBI expected," she replied. "They caught Elis after the handoff."

"Handoff?"

"From Diana's team to the Marshals."

"Why did it take you so long to come here?"

Her eyes focused completely on me, "We needed a place to start looking. There's a restaurant a few towns over; the local boss owns it."

"Do the Russians call them bosses?"

"I don't give a fuck what the they call themselves!" Morgan's voice dropped a few octaves. "You were right."

"What?"

"I shouldn't have sent you out at the comic shop," she said. "You're not a toy."

"I'm the one who gave Elis credit."

"No, Tavi," she said. "This is on me."

"Between Candice and you, I may never to grow up," I replied. "Both of you take responsibility for all the bad shit that happens around me."

"I need you to fix it, Tavi." I couldn't look into Morgan's eyes as she said the words. "I can't be a good person without Elis. I don't even know if I can breathe without him!"

"Did you know about Ahmo and my dad?"

"Diana told me you touched her," Morgan replied. "And what you saw."

"You didn't know?" I studied her face.

"We fuck!" Morgan said. "I couldn't have hidden that from you."

"It doesn't answer the question."

"Yes, it does."

"Did you suspect?"

"Elis did."

"Do you think Candice knows?"

"Absolutely, Tavi," she replied. "But that bitch has liquid nitrogen for blood, and..."

"And?"

"Diana knows you want to break her neck."

"Something like that."

"She knows they won't push the issue if it gets nasty but leaving is the end of her career. This is the real deal, Tavi! A conspiracy going up to the highest office of power. They killed your father," Morgan said.

"That isn't helping the break-her-neck thing, Morgan."

"I don't have time for this with Elis out there," she said. "Diana would never have been a part of what happened to your father or Ahmo if she weren't distracted by you. Take her!"

"Take her?"

"You're thinking about it already, like Erin," she said. "They betrayed Diana too, Tavi. She's ripe for the taking, in more ways than shoving your cock in her whenever you want."

"Elis might not be alive," I said, staring out the window.

"Fix it, Tavi! Please!"

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"Do you have a gun?" I asked as Morgan brought her car to a stop in front of a building with wide, wooden doors. I stepped out before she answered. A big, shorthaired, blonde man stared at us. He took a step towards the car; his intent was not to ask for the keys so he could park it.

"No," Morgan said, coming around the car.

"You can't..." The guy put his hand on my chest to punctuate whatever he was going to say.

I broke his arm at the elbow. "Only one guard, I'm disappointed."

After slamming his head into the car door, I flipped the guy over. He was out cold. I directed Morgan to him. She reached into his jacket and came out with a gun.

"Good enough?" I asked.

"Why do I need a gun?" she asked.

"I can't watch you every second," I replied. She nodded and leaned over the Russian again. Showing me the extra magazines, she pushed them under her belt.

"Diana and her people are not going to like it if I shoot someone, Tavi."

"They have to bigger things to worry about."

Expecting someone behind the doors, I kicked them off the hinges and into the restaurant. Someone tried to crawl out from under the doors. I slammed my foot down on the door until he stopped moving.

"That guy!"

I tracked on Morgan's gun and jumped over the dining tables, landing in front of the largest table in the restaurant.

"Down, boy!" I ordered, punching the guy on my right. The Russian on the left barely cleared the gun from his jacket before I slammed him face first through the table. The third guy managed to bring his weapon around and pull the trigger, but his success was lost in the sound of Morgan opening fire at the liquor bottles behind the bar.

"I will kill every one of you!" she shouted.

I grabbed the forearm of the third Russian and flipped his arm around. "Gun."

Morgan took the weapon out of the guy's hand. She put a bullet next to the head of the first guy, who was coming around. "He said down!"

I frowned at the first Russian as I broke the third one's arm at the wrist, elbow and shoulder.

Morgan was making angry eyes at the Russian boss.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked. The accent was thick but the words clear enough. "I will kill your family."

"Duck," I said. Morgan knelt; I threw the table backwards over her head. A few people screamed; no one in pain. Morgan had more fun with liquor bottles.

"I will ki..." My hand on his throat stopped whatever he planned to say. I lifted him straight up and looked into his eyes.

"The order didn't originate from him. He was the middle man though," I told Morgan.

"Kill him," she said. "Let's get the guy who did."

The Russian's flickered with fear for a second. No fear about what I had done or might do though; his boss was a different matter.

"He tried to keep his hands clean in case it went south, but he had to use some of his guys for the job," I said. "I have a better way, maybe safer."

"Do it!"

I brought the Russian down and grabbed him by the throat with both hands. Placing my index fingers along his jaw line, I squeezed inward. "You can't hide pain, friend. You either feel it or you don't."

"See," I continued, grinding his jaw up and in. "In your world, showing pain probably means losing face and losing face probably means someone will find the balls to put a few bullets in your back."

Morgan shot something again. I turned my head to look at her.

"Maybe they're actually Polish," she said with a shrug.

"That's racist," I replied.

"Nationalist."

"Isn't nationalist being all about your own country?"

"How about you get Elis back and we ask him?"

"She's feeling bitchy," I told the Russian boss. "You'd think it would be hard to tell with how bitchy she is normally."

I studied the boss, still no fear. Not really anyway.

"Do you understand my message?" I asked him. He tried to stare holes through me.

"Use smaller words," Morgan suggested.

I lifted the Russian up higher and bore down on his jaw to the breaking point. "How easy was it to take my friend?"

Even through the pain, his eyes sought something in my face. I moved his head around so that he could take in the damage to his place. I set him on his feet when his eyes flashed with real fear. Straightening up his clothes, I smiled at my new buddy.

"Yeah! Your boss is going to be very unhappy with this little fuck up," I said. "The thing is you have two problems. Three really."

"I'm going to..."

I slapped his forehead, banging the back of his head against the wall. "I'm getting bored, asshole!"

Morgan took a couple of steps back from me.

"Fuck this," I said losing my patience. I slapped the boss from left to right and then back. People in the restaurant gasped. Chairs and tables fell over as people tried to find places to hide.

"Your boss gave you a job," I said, slapping him again. "Bringing him the wrong guy is something he is sure to qualify as a fuck up. That's the rock. I'm the hard place. If you've hurt my friend, I'm going to hurt you. That doesn't sound too bad and to be honest, I don't have the patience for torture. I'll pull out your spinal cord and drop you off at the nearest hospital to see if they can save you."

I moved his head so he could look at Morgan.

"If you've killed him, you belong to her and she's the bad place." Morgan's eyes raged. "You have a daughter and grandchildren. Morgan is the type to tie you down on a table and make your daughter chew off and eat your testicles to save her children's lives. You'll be alive for the whole thing."

I had to give him credit; he glared at me. His anger and fear were enough to spark a new vision from him. The Russian was quite imaginative in possible ways to kill me.

"I'm done here," I told Morgan.

"When we leave, you should post some of your men outside," she said to the Russian. "There are a people coming who would love to claim exigent circumstances."

Morgan handed me the guns. I followed her towards the restaurant front doors; a little shocked no one took a shot my back. Tossing the guns behind me, I walked out.

Someone was having a black SUV sale outside the restaurant.

"Freeze!" a bunch of people yelled. A whole lot of weapons insisted Morgan and I obey.

Diana grimaced as she walked toward us. A man grabbed her arm; she pulled it out his grip and kept coming.

"Agent LaDon!" The man said loudly, walking behind her until she came to a stop in front of me.

"My people died, Agent LaDon," the man gritted out between his teeth. "To protect the wrong witness and you knew about it. I'm going to end your career!"

The doors behind us were stood up and placed as if back on their hinges. I looked--two large men and a smaller, dapperly dressed one did their best to close the doors and faced the SUVs.

I decided to cut any thought of going inside off at the pass. "I was taking Morgan out to lunch, but they're having a party. Very loud! Lots of balloons popping. It's like a Russian party thing to pop these huge balloons, almost sounds like gunshots."

"Hello," I called to April and Alexx. They came out of an SUV to join the powwow.

"What's going on in there?" the man asked.

"That's Marshal James," Morgan said. "He was in charge of getting Elis to a safehouse."

"Oh!" I looked Marshal James up and down. "I want to talk to you."

"Who the fuck are you?" he yelled. "What the fuck is going on in there?"

"Is private celebration," one of the Russian goons said.

"That guy is probably a lawyer," I said pointing at the nicely dressed man between the two goons. "I think they're going to insist on a warrant before you go in."

The Marshal looked very unhappy.

"Dead Marshals," I said. "I bet you're fucking pissed."

He stepped up in my face.

"We don't have time for this, Tavi," Morgan said. "You need to find Elis."

"Looking for that boy is interfering with a federal investigation," Marshal James said.

"Would you like me to pretend I care about your investigation?" I asked.

"Are you fucking stupid?" April asked.

Marshal James spun me around to slap the cuffs on me. I was glad he didn't try to push me onto the ground; I hadn't wanted to create another mess in front of the Russians. James dented his SUV by banging my head against the doorsill as he shoved me into the back seat.

"Don't worry, Morgan," I said. "This is part of my plan."

"You have a plan?"

"I don't appreciate the tone of voice." I didn't appreciate the snort either. "Obviously, you're not seeing the big picture."

Admittedly, I could have said it with less snark. Morgan must have agreed since she punched me in the side of the head.

"Ouch!" She shook her hand out.

"So someone that punches ME is questioning my plan?"

"Shut the fuck up!"

I laughed that Marshal James and Morgan yelled it at the same time.

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The FBI office left much to be desired. I wondered at the viciousness of the backroom dealings since we'd changed directions in the middle of the drive. Marshal James must have had other plans and been ordered to play nice, as nice as a hungry wolf can play with a crippled rabbit.

"How come you didn't cuff her?" I asked Marshall James. "It's sexist."

"Sexist?" Morgan asked sitting down.

"He doesn't think you're a danger." I sat down on a chair in the middle of the room facing the way we had come in. FBI agents and Marshals poured out of the elevators.

"You two need to sit there and shut up while the adults work out what to do with you," Marshall James said. He was passing out glares to every FBI agent in the room.

"I don't like him," Morgan said. "What are we doing here, Tavi? Did you see anything? Is Elis alive?"

"The boss at the restaurant is involved but he was too busy keeping his distance to be useful," Anyone not paying attention to me, suddenly found what I had to say riveting. "He was only passing an order from on high. He was planning to go talk to Elis later today to find out what is going on. Even for that, he needed to call in one of the guys he used to find out where Elis is stashed."

"He's going to go wherever they have Elis and kill him, you asshole!" Morgan shouted. "You could have made him give you the name of the guy he planned to call."

"Wouldn't have changed the situation." I studied each Marshal and FBI agent. "That wasn't what you were wearing at the restaurant, Diana."

Severely pulled back hair in a ponytail. The makeup was noticeably more feminine than she usually wore. Short, black coat. Bare legs. Only Marshal James did not eye Diana appreciatively after I pointed out the obvious. She leaned against a desk, bit her lip, and shook her head as she looked around the room.

"I think my plan is making her plan go awry," I said to Morgan.

"Your plan sucks!" Morgan replied.

"Are you two done yet?" Marshal James asked.

"I don't like sarcasm," I said.

"You won't like a lot of things about to happen," he told me.

"Since I'm here willingly, nothing that I don't like will happen or I'll leave."

"Punk, the last thing you are is here willingly!" He took a step towards me. His hand pressed down on the gun at his waist.

I tossed the cuffs at him and folded my arms at my chest. "I'm actually very difficult to intimidate."

Except for Diana, every badge wielder unclipped their holsters and put a hand on their weapons.

"If I yell boo," I said smiling, "am I going to be in the middle of the OK corral?"

"I've had enough of this shit," April said, stepping around Marshal James. She flipped her wrists out and two batons extended out to their full length.

I stood up and smiled at her.

"Get on the floor!" she yelled.

"No."

She came in hot. I blocked the left baton with a forearm; the right baton got the same treatment. I turned inward left and right as she tried two strikes at kidney height. Lifting my left leg, I took the low left blow on my shin. My right shin took the low right strike.

"Is it my turn now?" I waited for her eyes to register the ineffectiveness of her attack. "I'll take that as a yes."

Grabbing April by the biceps, I tossed her over three desks and a file cabinet. She slammed into the wall, sticking for an instant before crashing down on the cabinet. She rolled off the cabinet onto the floor. Standing up, she looked around for the fastest route between us to start round two.

"Are those windows shatterproof?" I asked as April crouched and stalked towards me.

"Enough," someone said from the door. The woman was fucking gorgeous, and it had nothing to do with the four guys coming in behind her with guns drawn. Since none of those weapons were pointed at me, it gave me pause.

"Special Agent LaDon," the woman said.

"Agent Canin," Diana said with a nod. "Ladies and gentlemen, Agent Canin, NSA."

The woman had straight black hair down to her shoulders. The clothes pinched in wherever would most accentuate her curves. And those curves rocked! The blue eyes shone more brightly against the dark complexion of her skin.

"Latin?" I asked her.

"My mother and father are Brazilian," she replied, showing me politeness though she clearly had something else on her mind. Her makeup and clothing style was very Betty Page-ish in their contrasts.

"What's your first name?" I asked.

"Not Available," she replied. "Are you or are you not in control of the situation, Special Agent LaDon?"

"I would say not," Diana replied. "I plan to have control once the Marshals get out of my way."

"I find that hard to believe," Agent Canin replied. Diana turned completely towards her, did something at her waist, and opened the coat out so that Agent Canin could see what was underneath. The men on either side of Agent Canin left no doubt that whatever Diana wore underneath the coat was worth the price of admission.

"Ok!" I raised my hand up into the air. "I admit I'm curious."

Diana belted her coat closed before turning around.

"I don't know what the fuck is going on here," Marshal James said. "But I've got dead men, and I'm not getting out of anybody's way until I found out what happened."

"I'm beginning not to like him," I told Morgan.

Marshal James spun around, pulled a taser, and shot me in the chest. I hit the floor hard.

"Now, someone is going to start answering my questions," he said as he walked up to my prone body.

I popped up, grabbed his wrist and squeezed. My other hand went to his neck. I swept his feet forward and up. Lifting him as high as I could, I slammed him down on the nearest desk. After recovering from the impact, he went for his gun. I squeezed his neck and lifted up; he froze as he felt the pressure on his spine. I looked around. Everyone except Diana and Agent Canin was pointing their guns at me. Agent Canin looked from left to right at her men. Slightly embarrassed for a second, they aimed their guns at the closest Marshal to me. The motion clued in the Marshals and FBI agents that the situation might be above their pay grade.

"Tavi, is there a point?" Only Agent Canin seemed unshocked by the tone of Diana's voice, as if she had something more important to do somewhere else.

"I wanted to have a conversation with this guy." I put a finger on Marshal James' nose. "And if he doesn't have the answer I want, I was planning to ask all of them."

"Do you know how much trouble you're in?" Marshal James forced out. "Assaulting a federal agent is years in prison, asshole!"

"Do you know the size of the fucking disaster that is about to come down on all your heads?" I asked, looking down at him. "I'm trained, maybe conditioned is a better word, not to think. To not think, there's got to be somebody around to do it for me. Thinking was Elis' thing. You know Elis? The guy you lost!"

I forced his neck to the point where another couple of pounds of pressure would put him in a bed for the rest of his life. "Losing him was bad! See, there's a reason Elis does the thinking. He says shit like 'violence is never the answer', while I think killing everybody means there's no question."

"The reason people say that 'violence is never the answer' is because violence breeds more violence," Alexx said from beside Diana.

"He really means kill everybody," Agent Canin said staring at me.

"Tavi." Morgan stood up. "The Russians have Elis."

"Ahmo and my father," I said to her.

Morgan froze. Her head turned slowly to Diana.

"If someone gave him up because of me," I said, "The Russians aren't the real problem."

Morgan walked behind me and pulled Marshal James' gun from its holster. Taking a step to the left, she looked at James, "Not him?'

"No," I replied.

"Did someone use Elis to get to Tavi?" Morgan asked Diana.

"FBI Director Meril," Agent Canin replied. "You were the one to tell Tavi about Elis because Agent LaDon was with me when I questioned the Director."

"Why?" Morgan asked, tapping the gun against her thigh.

"His cancer was worse than he let on," Diana replied. "He wanted to force a confrontation while he could guide it."

"I thought he was on our side," Morgan said.

"So did we." Diana pointed to me. "May I?"

Morgan nodded. Diana walked up to me and ran a finger along the back of the hand on Marshal James' throat. She spun around and sat on top of the desk next to Alexx. Morgan relaxed when I nodded. She put the gun back in James' holster and clipped it shut.

"If you would let him go, Tavi," Diana said. "Agent Canin can clear this whole situation up to everyone's satisfaction. We have more important things to handle, like getting Elis back."

I let go of James. Giving him my back, I waited for him to do something.

"The Director of the FBI was responsible for the death of his men, Tavi," Agent Canin said. "He doesn't care about you anymore."

I shrugged, grabbed Morgan's hand, and led her out. At the elevators, I pointed at April, "Don't look at me like that; you started it! You can't be getting all naked with a man, and he's got vicious hard-on, but you're like 'I changed my mind.'"

Morgan pulled her hand out of mine. The women glared at me.

"I'm not saying it's not your right to change your mind, but it would be best if you made that decision before you put yourself in a MORE vulnerable position. Him going to jail doesn't mean it never happened."

April's fingers stroked the baton holsters.

"Do those have a vibrating function?" I asked her. "Would make them good for something."

I looked at Morgan and back at April.

"Diana, I've been thinking," I said. "Two redheads? I don't think I have the intestinal fortitude for it. Elis and Morgan got the whole love thing going, and I like Elis. He's my only guy friend so if I have to deal with a redhead temperament, it's going to be one that my boy has a lockdown on. You know what I mean?"

The agents stepped into the elevator as soon as the doors opened.

"Anyway," I said, watching the floor lights track our descent. "I would like a Chinese girl. Or maybe Japanese would be better? Is there a difference? I mean, I know there's a difference, but like do Japanese girls have bigger boobs on average? Elis likes bigger boobs! Is specifying Chinese or Japanese over something else racist?"

"I like April," Morgan said. "But if you hurry up and get Elis back for me, I'll vote with you on the Asian thing."

"I'm right here!" April said.

"About your chopsticks," I said looking at her.

"Tavi," Diana said. "That's enough."

I sighed.

"Are we dropping you off at your house?" she asked me.

"What?!?" Alexx and April spun towards Diana.

"I'm having a party," I said to the two ladies. "And neither of you is invited."



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Chapter 4: Action Speaks Louder Than Words

"You can't stay here," I told Diana. We faced each other in my bedroom. Her hand rested on the belt of her coat.

"I know," she replied. "I'm not invited to your party either."

"April and Alexx are probably grilling Morgan as we speak." I pulled the shirt and t-shirt over my head. Dropping them on the bed, I undid my pants, letting them slip to the ground.

"Aren't you supposed to be trying to get rid of me?" she asked. Her eyes traveled up and down my body, coming to rest on my crotch. She smiled as her attention made me hard, pushing the underwear to its limit.

"I haven't made up my mind yet," I said. "An Asian agent for April, maybe Canin for you."

"She's not available." Diana's eyes never wavered from my crotch as I pushed the underwear down my legs and kicked them aside. "I also know Candice very well."

"What does that have to do with it?" I spread my legs shoulder-width apart. My hard cock waved back and forth at Diana. She took a small step forward but stopped herself before the second step. Taking a deep breath, she smiled at me.

"The Vice-President was poisoned by his mistress. Politically, it made him a dead leper," she said. "Meril will live out his few remaining days under twenty-four surveillance with no one, even family, allowed to visit. There's going to be leaks about some shady dealings during his tenure as Director. Jessica, that's Agent Canin's first name, is going to ensure he steeps in his public disgrace."

"I don't see what that has to do with you and me." Diana stood in front of the door so I had to walk towards her to get out of the room. She reached out and grabbed my dick. Staring into my eyes, she opened her hand and pressed the palm on the underside of my dick. She moved her hand down, took a firm grip at the base of my cock and stroked up.

"You don't hold me directly responsible for your father's death or what happened to Ahmo." Diana rubbed the head of my dick with the palm of her other hand.

"You were a part of it," I said, grabbing her wrists and pulling her hands away from me.

"Even without you in the picture, there would be a penance to pay for what I let happen," she said. "But that's where knowing Candice helps."

"What?"

"She taught you to, at least, listen to my offer," she replied. "I think we have enough time for the hot tub before the Russians get here."

"I was thinking shower."

"But now you're thinking you and me in the hot tub."

I had to nod.

"You see." Her smile was intoxicating. "Flexible enough to accept help in making up your mind about the right thing to do."

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"Are you serious about replacing April?" Diana asked.

The hot tub was in a corner of the back yard. The gazebo had been Morgan's addition; four stone pillars holding up a roof made mostly of glass. Large pots of trees and plants between the pillars took the place of walls.

Diana leaned against a pillar. I watched her hand undo the coat belt.

"She doesn't like me." I spread my arms along the lip of the tub as I settled into the water.

"April is frustrated," she said. "You are a very frustrating young man."

"You could tell her about me, couldn't you?"

"I didn't believe it until I watched Black Road attack you." She reached down to the bottom of the coat and pulled it up. Exposing her hip, she scratched her upper thigh before letting the coat slip down. "Even then I had to touch the car that should have crushed you; inspect every bullet that should have killed you. Telling someone doesn't do it when it comes to Tavi Smith."

She leaned back against the pillar and stared at me. "April knows something is going on but ... You have to admit she's very attractive."

"Is the government playing matchmaker or pimp?"

"The unsanctioned attempt to do something about you failed so miserably, quite a few people are scared you might not want to work with us."

"So you and the other two are the government's answer," I said.

"You're not ambitious, Tavi. It's very difficult to understand until a person accepts a singular truth--you have what everybody wants, power," she said.

"I thought everybody wanted to be rich." I caught a hint of neon green-yellow as Diana's coat opened at the top.

"Money gives people power," she said. "The power to do what they want to do instead of kissing ass at a job they hate."

Her hand spread the top of the coat open some more. A bikini top! Diana planned for us to end up in the hot tub.

"You have power unbeholden to anything. It was not given, assigned, bought, or stolen. Scariest of all to any government, it cannot be taken away. April's frustration comes from what it does to you, and it's how I figured out what you are."

"If you know what I am, would you explain it to me?"

"You're nobody. The friend of people with bright futures, Elis and Morgan," she said. "That's what April sees; what I saw. Yet a woman like Candace, and nobody has to look twice to know she is somebody, lives for you."

"She has a family," I said. "Candice lives for them."

Diana waved the point aside. The motion exposed more of her bikini top. It didn't seem to have a panel of cloth to hold her breast. Maybe it was like a spider web design with a tiny panel that barely covered her nipple!

"April sees a speck of nothing orbited by planets."

"But she doesn't like the speck, Diana," I said. "So I think Japanese is the way to go."

"It won't work, Tavi," Diana said. "April won't leave when she finds out what you are."

"Because I have power." I shrugged. "I could send her away."

"As if!"

"I could tell you guys to send her away.""

"You won't send April away. She is attractive. Tough. Competent. Domineering." She undid the belt and opened her coat. I stood up, my hard dick breaking the waterline, to show Diana how much I wanted her at that moment. Under the coat, Diana wasn't wearing much of a bikini, really more like the outline of a bikini. The top was missing the cups. The bottoms were missing the bottom. Diana's nipples were a couple of shades darker than her skin. Her pussy was shaved hairless. The bottoms tied high on each hip.

She looked down at her right shoulder as the coat slid down to her elbows. Diana turned, letting the coat slip to her wrists. Her body in profile, she smiled at me. Turning completely around, she caught the coat before it fell to the ground. I admired the pair of dimples at the small of her back, the way the bikini top's ties would come undone with a gentle pull, and the way the bottoms so adventurously dipped between the valley of her ass cheeks. Most of all, I appreciated how those neon bottoms did not dare offend by covering her pussy. Diana dropped the coat and faced me. Her thumbs slipped under the knots at her hips and she leaned back against the pillar again.

"Where were we?" she asked.

"I think..." I hadn't drunk my fill, so I did. Her hands moved down, as if to take the bottoms off, not that there was much of them to take off. "You're going to ask me not send April away."

"No, baby." Her smile turned the slightest bit sardonic. "I already owe you too much."

"I don't charge interest."

"Tavi, I don't have to beg, ask, or even suggest that April stay," she replied. "You can't say no."

"Of course, I can." I settled back into the water. "Watch me! No ... uh, to April. No! No! No!"

She let go of the bottoms, lifted a foot up behind her and took off the shoe. After repeating the process with the other foot, she tossed the shoes aside.

"You would never give up April if she wanted to stay," she said.

"I really want a Japanese chick! Or Chinese," I said.

"For a long time, I asked 'why me?' Why did you call me? Why do you play along with me?"

"Cause you're hot!"

"No, Tavi," she said. "Because I remind you of Candice."

"You're both brunettes. Both stacked. Both hot. Yeah, I'm there!"

"April reminds you of her too."

"Hello, redhead. Not!"

"Strong, confident, a little bossy." She shook out her hair.

"Very bossy," I sighed. "You're all very bossy."

"Except..."

We stared at each for a moment.

"What do you want, Tavi?" Diana asked. "I don't want to die for what happened to your father and Ahmo. I don't want to go jail and I don't want to leave. So what do you want?"

"Being mostly naked gives you an advantage in negotiating," I said.

"I wasn't looking for an advantage."

"Yeah, right!"

Diana stepped up to the edge of the hot tub. She squatted down and froze. My eyes bore onto her pussy lips. She reached down and cupped water out of the tub with her hand.

"I'm mostly naked, Tavi, not naked and wet." She poured the water between her breasts. It raced down her stomach, over and into her belly button, and seemed to gather at her pussy before dripping to the ground. I walked forward, pushing against the edge of the tub. Diana's hands covered mine as I placed them on her hips. I grabbed the ends of her bikini bottom knots.

"You see, naked and wet would have been much better if I wanted an advantage," she whispered. Her left hand guided my hand up, using me to work the bikini knot loose. "What do you want, Tavi?"

There was no point in taking the bottoms off Diana since they didn't block anything, but it was the principle! I undid both knots but held the bikini in place by grabbing Diana by the hips and pulling her towards me. She put her hands on my shoulders to keep her balance.

"I want you," I whispered. Her eyes were brown pools pulling me deeper. "Whenever, however, wherever I want!"

She moved closer to me, her lips touched mine but we didn't kiss. "Is that all?"

"No husbands, no boyfriends, no lovers," I said.

Diana pulled my left hand up; I let go of the bikini with my right hand. Her motion stripped the bottoms from her body. She looked at the bikini and back to me. She smiled, "I bought one of these for Candice. In orange!"

"No male lovers," I said quickly.

Below, Diana was naked. I dropped the bottoms and grabbed her hips. I pulled her closer; she arched back as my dick ran along her pussy lips. I reached around to palm her ass cheeks. Diana leaned back further. I brought my lips down to her right nipple. I took as much of her tit as I could into my mouth and sucked hungrily.

"Nnhh!" she gasped.

Moving my hips, I stroked her pussy lips, feeling her react to my dick rubbing along her clit. I switched breasts, drawing another gasp as I sucked in as much of her left breast as I could. Diana was right, wet and naked is a lot better than mostly naked. I let go of her ass. Running my hands down along her legs, I dipped down and placed Diana's ankles on my shoulders. I stepped back and lowered into the water.

"Wait!" Diana said as her body sank into the liquid. I stopped moving backwards but pulled Diana towards me. She reached between her legs, grabbed the back of my head, dropped her hips, and pulled herself towards me so that we were face to face.

"When will you let me go?" she asked. Her hips moved under the water; Diana was looking to trap my cock with her pussy. I thought about letting it happen, about fucking into her when she found the right alignment. I was too close though!

"Ahmo would have been mine forever," I said. "You owe me that, Diana! Never!"

"I accept!" she whispered and kissed me. My tongue touched her lips; she sucked it into her mouth. The head of my dick touched her pussy, her hips shot forward, taking it into her body.

I broke the kiss.

"No!" Diana cried.

I sank completely into the water and rearranged her body. My mouth was on Diana's pussy when I came up.

"Damn it!" she screamed. I sucked the upper part of her pussy into my mouth, taking her clit in as deep as I could. She screamed again and arched when I tongued her center of pleasure. My tongue moved up and down along her clit while I kept sucking. She must have primed as badly as I was. Diana arched so much her head went underwater. She thrashed in and out with the motion of my tongue on her clit. I reached under her with one hand and pushed her upper body up to prevent her from breathing in or swallowing water. Diana screamed the air out of her lungs. Her thighs squeezed my head. Her arms slapped the water around her around. I shortened the strokes of my tongue, making them quicker.

"Stop! Stop! Stop..." Diana pushed against my forehead. I didn't stop; I slowed down my tongue and lengthened the contact along her clit. When I felt her body relax, I held her in place with my hands on her hips and backed up so that her ankles were back on my shoulders. Walking forward, I braced Diana against the hot tub. She grabbed onto the edge of the tub. She looked between us; her eyes widened in an oh-so sexy way.

"Slowly," she whispered. "I've been waiting."

She looked up at me. The question must have been in my eyes -- waiting, code word for no men in a long time? Diana nodded; my dick got harder. I'd been waiting years for this too and as much as Candice had taught me about control, she'd also taught me sometimes bleeding a little pressure is for the best. I wrapped my arms around Diana's legs, grabbing her inner thighs, bringing her pussy up and spreading her open.

"You accepted," I told her. Her eyes widened again. Diana bit her lower lip. Reaching down, she grabbed my dick and pulled me towards her.

Diana's body protested the penetration. Her head dropped back and mouth opened, "FUCK!"

I stopped moving forward and instead pulled Diana's pussy onto my cock. Changing my grip, I grabbed Diana by the ribcage and kept impaling her on my body. I leaned down, bringing her legs along her body. It opened her pussy even more to its invader. Pushing down with my shoulders levered Diana's lower body up. I pulled my hips a couple of inches, shifted my hold on Diana so that I could keep her lower body still.

Diana grabbed my head and turned me. Her mouth crashed up to mine as my hips crashed down on her. Our mouths trapped the screams. Her hands scrabbled down my sides until she could dig at my hips. She reached around and grabbed my ass. Her hands urged me deeper. I pulled up on her and pushed my hips down, driving my dick into the last depth Diana could give me.

Diana's body tightened. We'd both been waiting years and the moment of full penetration was too much for us. She tore her lips away and yelled as I came in her. Her body quivered with every shot of cum I poured into her pussy. I pulled back and fucked into her again. Pulled back and fucked into her again.

"When?" she asked as we floated down.

"Never!"

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Candice found the things I could go without much more fascinating than the things I could do. The withouts proved to be very frustrating for her during my formative years (though Elis would argue that I never grew out of my formative years). Since eating and drinking led to shitting and peeing, and I didn't need to eat or drink, then if I wanted to avoid shitting and peeing which were rather disgusting biological functions, why should I eat or drink? She won the argument, but I held out to only doing it enough to hide my nature. Living with people who knew my secrets meant I didn't have to eat or drink. Getting out of the habit of doing all my withouts left me with not fuck much to do while I waited for the Russians to arrive at the house. I sat in the living room staring out at the street through the floor to ceiling windows.

I just sat there waiting.

Diana left immediately after sex. I had no desire to put her in danger but if I knew the Russians were going to make me wait until dawn I would have suggested Round Two to Diana, who at the time seemed like she might agree, not that her agreement about another go would have mattered considering what she agreed to. Unless she was feeling very sore, I'm not the devil after all!

Still waiting ... Maybe getting slapped around in front of your underlings is not that personally offensive to Russian mob bosses?

I sat up when a land boat masquerading as a late model sedan parked across the street. The Russian boss stepped out on the passenger side. The other doors opened, each one expelling a big guy wearing a cheap suit and sunglasses. The boss yelled something when he saw me in the living room. The driver and one of the other Russians wrestled a couple of long boxes out of the trunk. They dragged them in front of the car. All four of the men worked to open the boxes and reached in.

"Fuck! Rocket launchers!" My curiosity about what was in the box kept me in the chair. I'd also been expecting them to wait until they got inside the house. All of them fired as I stood up. One of the rockets hit me dead in the chest. The explosion of that rocket and the three others threw me out of the living room, through the kitchen, and almost to the tree line at the end of the back yard.

"Motherfuckers!" I yelled, watching the living room side of the house collapse. The second floor bedrooms were now on the first floor and on fire. Morgan would have a lot to scream about! Oh shit! Morgan's mom could die from the onset of a stroke AND a heart attack when someone told her about Morgan's wardrobe.

Annoyance is good! Anger is better! These motherfuckers blew up my house! I stood up, took two steps forward, and jumped. I never learned to control the jumps if I thought about it. Being pissed off helped the not-thinking part. I crouched in mid-air, shooting my legs down when I hit the top of the jump's parabola. No tree! The Russian boss screamed when I landed on the car hood. More like through the car hood! The three other Russians spun around; they must have been headed into the remains of the house to find my body.

The engine block dropped far enough for me to have to kick front bumper out of my way to get free of the car. I grabbed the engine block and ripped it out of the car. Fuck! I needed to touch the Russians while they were alive. I turned towards the boss and tossed the engine block onto the car top. The sound of the block crumbling the metal into the front passenger and driver seat woke the Russians to the danger.

"I think I need you," I told the Russian boss as I grabbed his face to see if he had anything new to show me. Their plan to kill everyone in the house was all I got so I pushed him behind me and down to his knees. Just in time too, the three Russians pulled out handguns and started shooting.

The first guy didn't have enough time to even think 'bulletproof vest' before I got to him. Grabbing his wrist, I crushed the bones. I overdid it, and his hand came off. I fucking hate the mess when that happens! He wasn't a part of Elis' abduction so I pulled the gun out of the hand and shoved the barrel through his eye socket. The second guy did have enough brain cells to stop shooting center mass and go for my face. One of the bullets went into my mouth and bounced around. The moment was too good so I stopped and aimed for his forehead when I spit the bullet out. I missed but the look on his face was fucking priceless! Having at least been courteous enough to amuse me, I broke his neck to end it quickly for him. He wasn't one of the soldiers who took Elis either. Zero for two frustrated me. The last guy taking to his heels frustrated me even more. I knocked the guy down by throwing the second body into the back of his legs.

He yelled something, in Russian I guess, when my hand circled one of his ankles. I pushed the pant leg up to get skin on skin contact. This one didn't know anything either, but he did provide the warehouse where the boss's boss liked to do his dirty work.

"Stop!" I yelled at the boss. He had stood up and looked ready to run too. He turned to look at me and froze. The reaction might have had more to do with me throwing the Russian over my house and fairly far into the trees behind it.

I had not intended an impaling but it was probably for the best. One less underling to deal with, and the Russian boss couldn't agree to my request fast enough when the dead guy's guts fell out of the tree on top of him. I had nothing to do with the 'on top of' part; I was merely trying to avoid getting blood and intestines on my burnt clothes and the boss happened to be the nearest umbrella.



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Chapter 5: I'm The Man On Your Scene

I felt bad for the local cops; somebody blew up a house in their jurisdiction and they arrive at the scene only to find it blocked off by an armada of government SUVs.

"It wasn't me," I repeated when the police chief managed to worm his way through to the only potential witness.

"Stop saying that!" Morgan's voice pitched much higher than normal.

Alexx and April escorted the chief behind the SUVs. Diana was off to the side watching Marshal James and his people. I got the feeling they had not gotten an invitation to the after-party. I heard Agent Jessica Canin's heels so I turned towards her.

"It wasn't me," I told her.

"Tavi!" Morgan yelled.

"And you better make sure your mom understands that, Morgan," I said. "I did not blow up all the fantastic clothing your mom bought you. I mean seriously, I was heavily invested in your lingerie and boot collections."

Agent Canin's seemed more approachable without the NSA goon squad following her. She only had one escort, and he was way too well dressed to be a federal agent. Not that he wore anything flashy but anyone familiar with Morgan's wardrobe learned to recognize perfect tailoring. Except for the clothing though, the guy would have disappeared into the background; brown hair, brown eyes, medium build, maybe five foot nine. The guy looked about as average as average could get.

Diana's head snapped around from Marshal James to Agent Canin. She walked the few steps over to place her body between Agent Canin and me.

"Are you insane?" Diana asked Agent Canin. From the looks on Alexx, April, and Morgan's face, they'd never heard that tone from Diana either.

"You of all people should understand sometimes we don't have choices," Agent Canin replied.

"The damage is refreshingly wanton," Agent Canin's companion said. Diana stared at him in what I would have said was horror if I didn't know her better. Her reaction made Alexx and April nervously touch their weapons. Marshal James bulling his way into our midst interrupted the journey the conversation might have taken.

"What the hell happened here?" he asked me.

"Marshal James," Agent Canin said. I can't tell blazing hot from sub-zero temperatures but nobody had to interpret frosty in this case.

"It wasn't me," I said anyway. "Why would I blow up my house?"

"Listen, kid..."

Whatever James planned to say, Agent Canin stopped him, "I made you an offer you refused."

"That wasn't an offer," he said. "It was murder."

"Did you not understand my offer was a bone?" she asked. "Regardless of accepting or refusing it, you were not to pursue your inquiries any further."

Regardless of Agent Canin's utterly feminine attire and perfect makeup, her punching gloves came lined with steel. With his people crowded in behind him, Marshal James couldn't back down from the challenge.

"You should get in there," I told Diana. "The only thing cooler than two federal agencies in a pissing contest is three federal agencies in a pissing contest. Although if there's going to be pissing, I'd prefer James was a chick, not that I'm into chicks pissing."

"Obviously, the local Russian mob is in the midst of a power struggle," Agent Canin's companion said. His voice was so calm I looked at James and Canin to make sure they were about to start throwing down.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Marshal James yelled at him.

"Do not use profanity in my presence," the man. "I find it discourteous."

"Who the f..."

Agent Canin's companion stopped studying the damage around us and turned his head to look at Marshal James. James and all of his people took a couple of steps back, reaching for their sidearms.

"Stop!" Agent Canin ordered. Her word had more force, having beaten the Marshals to the draw. She aimed her gun at Marshal James's head.

"This definitely wasn't me either," I announced to everyone watching the drama.

"Marshal James," Agent Canin said behind a tight smile. "You've seen the paperwork. Losing my job is where it ends if I kill you."

Agent Canin's companion took a few steps away. The other Marshals' eyes followed him. Putting his hands behind his back, the guy studied James.

Marshal James looked away from Agent Canin and studied the companion, "Who are you?"

"A contractor," the guy responded. Nobody was giving James the out he needed to extricate himself from the situation gracefully.

"Dude, you really pissed her off, didn't you?" I asked James, pointing at Agent Canin.

"Jessica," Diana said, though for some reason she looked at Agent Canin's companion. "This is an FBI matter; I'm the lead agent."

"You have a problem," he said to Diana. "Boredom has wed impulse."

"I've got it under control," she replied.

"You have less than she does." He nodded towards Agent Canin. "Significantly less."

He spun around and walked towards the line of SUVs. Without looking back at James and his Marshals, Agent Canin put her piece away and followed him.

"You people got me again," I said, "I'm kind of curious."

"Let's go," Diana told me and walked towards her SUV.

"Okay!" I skipped after her.

"So you finally banged her." Morgan walked up beside me.

"What?" Alexx and April gasped at the same time. I almost laughed at the shocked expressions on their faces.

Morgan waited until we were in the SUV before she answered, "Tavi's a lot more willing to ignore what he wants to do if the smell of a good fuck still lingers."

April and Alexx were trying to catch Diana's eyes in the rearview mirror.

"I need a change of clothes," I said.

"Do you know where Elis is?" Morgan asked.

"I have to find someone," I said. "But he should have the last details I need."

"Who?" April asked. "Where?"

I sniffed, "You ain't Japanese!"

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The FBI local office took up two floors, which I had not known. The elevator didn't go to the second floor though. We had to walk through the office to the back where Diana scanned a card. A hidden door opened into a stairway.

"That's cool," I said. "I thought only the CIA had doors that looked like walls or the NSA or those black operations groups no one knows about, not even Congress and shit."

Calling the second floor an office was stretching it: a few cots in one part of the space, a weapons cage, large lockers, and an area with work benches.

"You need to change," Diana told the ladies. She pulled a locker open, pulled out a bag, and slid it towards me. I opened the bag to find a couple of sets of my preferred action clothes in the store plastic.

"The shower is through there," Diana said pointing at an open door beside the lockers.

I looked at Alexx and April before raising an eyebrow at Diana, "Are they coming?"

"Yes."

"This should not be fun," Morgan said. "Can I have a gun?"

"Absolutely not," Diana replied.

"Are they showering?" I pointed at Alexx and April.

"You're wasting time, Tavi," Morgan said.

Walking backwards through the door, I replied, "It would go faster if someone lathered me up."

"It would go faster if you shook it off," Morgan said. "It's not like dirt sticks to you."

"Water is more fun."

"Elis could be dying!" Morgan responded angrily.

"They need him now."

"What for?" Alexx asked.

"He's the only one who can tell them what's going on," I said, stripping out of the t-shirt and shorts. "Unless they want to come down and surrender to Diana."

The government had not stinted on water pressure. Morgan was right, as long as I didn't eat or drink, I wouldn't sweat or secret other liquids, so I could have shaken most of the stuff off. A shower always made me feel cleaner though, and the Russians were on a schedule so I had the extra time. The ladies were dressed for a paramilitary party when I walked out of the shower area.

"What's the plan?" Morgan asked as I put on a t-shirt and sweatshirt.

"I'm going to go very politely ask some Russians where Elis is and how trigger happy his guards are," I said. The black jeans fit too snugly. Luckily, there was a bigger size in the bag.

"And they're just going to tell you," April snickered, a little meanly I thought. "Because you're asking politely."

"People do things for me when I ask politely," I told her. "It avoids being asked impolitely."

Alexx stared at me as I finished dressing before she turned to Diana, "Is he like some secret military project? Been trained as a super soldier since the day he was born?"

"I'm ready," I said.

"Where's your gun? Guns?" April asked.

Morgan snorted in her throat.

"What?" April asked.

"This is becoming not worth it," Alexx told Diana.

"I don't believe in guns," I said.

"What?" Alexx's voice rose with annoyance. "What the fuck is there not to believe?"

"I think I agree with Jessica's boyfriend," I said. "Profanity is very impolite."

"What do you mean you don't believe in guns?" Alexx definitely crossed into the pissed-off zone.

"Actually, gun atheistic is not the proper description," I said. "Elis qualifies me as a gun apathetic-agnostic."

"It means since he finds guns useless the question of their usefulness is irrelevant," Morgan told Alexx.

Alexx walked up to me and drew her sidearm, "This is government issue MK23. It fires a .45 caliber round at nearly nine hundred feet per second. The clip holds 12 rounds. If I shoot someone, it will stop them in their tracks."

She jacked a bullet into the chamber, "What the fuck is there not to believe in?"

Obviously, Alexx was a potty mouth when angry.

I grabbed her wrist. Before she could react, I took the safety off and depressed her finger on the trigger. The bullet must have been slow enough and heavy enough not to ricochet or fragment. I could help some of it by pulling back and towards my core but not always. I looked around on the ground. Picking up the bullet, I held it out to Alexx. Her other hand extended out to me, palm up. I dropped the bullet into it.

"Now, I need another t-shirt and sweatshirt," I said, stripping out of the clothing items.

"That's impossible!" April said.

"Maybe it's the angry voice," I said to Diana. "She's always so mad and like mad at me. I haven't done anything to her. Definitely Japanese!"

April drew her gun and pointed it at me. I tilted my head to the side, "Go ahead."

She managed to look even angrier.

"Enough of this shit," Morgan yelled. She stomped over to the April and took the gun away from the redhead. Morgan walked forward until she stood two arm-lengths from me. She aimed the gun at my face and pulled the trigger. With each fired bullet, Morgan took aim at a different part of my body.

"Dick shot!" she shouted at April and emptied the last five rounds at my groin.

"Now, I have to change pants too!" I growled.

"Stop being a fucking baby," Morgan said, tossing the empty gun towards April who caught it as a reflex action.

I opened my mouth but Morgan beat me to the punch, "And don't give me any SHIT about cursing when the Russian FUCKING Mob has Elis!"

"That's..." April gave Diana a lost look.

"I think I just came," Alexx said to no one in particular. That piece of information pulled my head back and away from the bag of clothing.

"You think?" I asked.

She gave me a very intense look, "If that was an orgasm, then what was all the stuff that I felt during sex. Because this was a whole lot stronger!"

"No fucking way," April said. The clip from the gun in her hand fell to the ground. She loaded another clip in; the slide of the gun slammed forward as April walked up to me. Unlike Morgan, April spent the fifteen rounds on my face, specifically the right eye.

"Did you cum again?" I asked Alexx.

"Yes," she replied.

I looked at Diana.

"It's part of the profile," she told me.

"So you came too?" I asked April. The clip from her gun hit the ground. "The bullets are fragmenting on impact, April, but one of them could ricochet or a fragment could hit one of you."

She turned to stare at Diana.

Diana shrugged, "If you still think this is a waste of time, Tavi seems keen on replacing you so a transfer would be approved. Although, even having nightmares about this would probably be considered treason."

I stripped completely out of my clothes, "So Alexx, about this whole you've never really had an orgasm thing..."

"Tavi!" Morgan whispered.

"You can't threaten me with the whole panty thing because the Russians blew them up!"

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I leaned my head into the SUV's driver side window to see what Diana would do about me being so near. She turned her face towards me and raised an eyebrow. Having thrown the challenge, I had no to choice but to kiss her.

"Are we expected to..." Alexx could not get the rest of the sentence out.

Diana's hands came up to my face. She didn't want to me to finish the kiss yet, so I leaned farther in and let her tongue invade my mouth. I heard a vehicle. Breaking the kiss, I looked down the street. Not the van I was waiting for. Diana was deep in thought again so another kiss did not seem likely.

"I'm horny!" I said.

"Stop wasting time and get Elis," Morgan retorted. "We can talk about horny afterwards."

"No, we won't!" I said. "You'll be all lovey-dovey. You're alive, Elis! Fuck me, Elis!"

"There's always one of them. Actually, Diana is probably ripe to find out if the fuck you put on her was mostly in her mind or if you're really that good," she said. "And yes, Alexx, you do have to fuck him. Did you think an all female unit was an accident?"

"Why?" April asked.

"Because he gets horny a lot!" Morgan said. "What are we waiting for, Tavi? Is Elis in the warehouse?"

The big Russian boss must have been watching too much TV; he had a warehouse in the middle of a junkyard for his dirtier work.

"I'm not a whore," April said. She stared angrily between Morgan and Diana.

"Don't even think about looking at me like that," I told her. "Stick and stones can't hurt my bones and mean looks make me horny."

"Hornier," Morgan corrected.

"I'm not going to fuck you," April told me.

"Japanese," I said to Diana. "She doesn't have to be born in Japan, but both her parents have to be Japanese. And don't let the whole Chinese thing stop you if she's hot."

"Diana, this is the most sexist, misogynistic thing I've ever heard of," Alexx said. "Are you really sleeping with him? And you expect us to?"

"I don't expect you to do anything," Diana said.

"I do," I chimed in.

April and Alexx stared at me.

"You're not helping, Tavi," Diana told me.

"It's not my job to help," I said.

"It's not?" Alexx asked. "But you're a superhero."

Morgan laughed, "Russian mobsters kidnapped his best friend, and he's standing out here trying to get one of you two to quit so he can get his dick into a government-issue Japanese chick. You better go look up hero in the dictionary."

"Standing out here is your fault," I said, raising my chin.

"I told you to go get Elis," Morgan said.

"No, you didn't," I said. A white van came out through the junkyard gate. "Here we go!"

"What are you going to do?" April asked. Diana and Morgan opened their car doors as I walked into the middle of the street.

The driver of the van had not noticed me; he accelerated naturally. Or maybe he did notice me and didn't give a shit. I ran towards the van. The driver accelerated more. I took two large steps and jumped forward, compressing my body. The van's brakes screamed, but not as much as the metal as I crashed shoulder first into the front of the van.

"I can't believe it." The van sort of folded around me at impact; the jump drove me nearly into the back of the van. My surprise came from neither the driver nor the passenger having flown out the front window. "Airbags and seatbelts on both them!"

They were unconscious but with a little medical attention they'd be fine. Well, except for the fact I wanted to talk to them.

The women watched me imitate the Jaws of Life, shredding metal and plastic to pull the Russians out of the vehicle's remains. I lay them out in front of the van. Having touched them, I got confirmation that Elis had not been moved from the warehouse, but I needed details my visions did not provide.

Alexx walked up to the van and stared at the gaping hole my body had made. She looked at me, "You could have gone through it."

"He's showing off for you," Morgan said.

"Am not!" I said.

I slapped the Russians to consciousness.

"You can't do that," April said. "I know your friend is in there, but we have to do this legally."

I straightened up and looked down at the Russians. I knew which one I needed to talk to, but he seemed the more uncooperative of the two. "Eeeny. Meeny. Miny. Moe. Not you. Or you. God. Damn. It."

The Russian threw a couple of punches at my head when I pulled down his pants and underwear. I backhanded him; stunning him enough to arrange his package how I wanted it.

"Pay attention," I told the other Russian.

I spread my hands out wide and clapped. The half-naked Russian's dick and balls turned to slightly chunky soup between my palms. The ball-less wonder screamed! The other Russian rolled over on his hands and knees, puking and trying to crawl away.

"Stop!" April ordered. She brought her MP5 around to bear on me. I walked over to the Russian still whole in the groin area and flipped him over with my foot. "Fucking stop, Tavi!"

Putting my knee on the Russian's chest, I brought my face a couple of feet from his. April placed her shots carefully, not that it made a difference except that some of the bullet fragments cut the Russian's face. My head snapped around when April took a step towards me. I stood up straight and waited.

"I wouldn't do it, April," Morgan said. "You aren't fucking him, and you don't seem willing to so he's got no reason to be..."

Morgan shrugged before continuing, "Just get it over with quickly, please! I'd like to get my boyfriend out of that warehouse."

April looked at Diana, who shook her head. Alexx stepped forward, put her hand on April's shoulder. It was enough to make the volatile redhead back off.

I looked at the dick-less Russian; the whimpering suggested he was probably still conscious. Leaning down, I stared into the eyes of the Russian I had pinned down.

"I'm going to ask you some questions," I said. Putting my hands on both sides of his face, I painted his skin with blood, penis, and testicles. I hummed, as I made sure no part of his face was left uncolored.

"If you decide to play tough, I'll do this to you too," I told him. "Except I won't do this..."

I walked over to the whimpering Russian and stomped down on his neck.

The still breathing Russian proved quite cooperative, though he did seem surprised when Morgan took April's 9mm and shot him in the face.

"What the fuck!" Alexx and April yelled.

"Everything else he would have convinced himself he didn't really see but you shot Tavi a couple of feet from the guy's face, April," Morgan said.

Diana studied Morgan, "You just killed a man."

"She's not a nice person," I told Diana. "Personally, I can't believe you people want to give her a badge!"

"They have my boyfriend," Morgan said.

"It makes her even not nicer," I said. "But I like her, Elis is the angel on my shoulder and Morgan is the devil. It's kind of sexy that they fuck each other when I'm not looking."

I spun around and walked to the van. Neither the gate, nor the little guard shack survived my throw.

"Jesus!" Alexx exhaled.

April's emptying her clip on my head removed the possibility of stealth. Making enough noise so they would gather was a viable plan B. I needed to get Elis out quickly though as someone was liable to panic. A clear lane from the gate to the warehouse gave me running room. A few Russians opened fire on me as I ran through the gate. It meant I couldn't jump from the gate and through the warehouse wall without leaving the ladies in danger. They were capable, but April and Alexx's shock made them less effective.

I took a step and launched at the first Russian. My forearm almost decapitated him. The other Russians were not impressed. I did in fact decapitate the third one because he moved as I jumped at him and I threw a ridge hand strike to compensate.

People were shooting at me from the second and third floor windows of the warehouse. I didn't know warehouses had multiple floors; I thought they were like an open space with four walls and a ceiling. The damn place had a basement too! The Russian morons weren't getting the message, either that or they must have thought themselves really bad shots. The area near the warehouse was littered with cars compressed into much tighter packages by the junkyard crusher. Same weight, much easier to throw! I couldn't fucking believe after I threw a couple of the metal bundles through windows and walls that the remaining idiots were still shooting at me. Thankfully, I ran out of shooters before compressed cars.

"Where is Elis?" Morgan yelled from behind me.

I took two steps forward and jumped through the wall. The guys guarding Elis must have been the pick of the litter in the brains department. They stayed in the basement, making the stairs leading down a death trap. I walked slowly down the steps to make sure they used up their ammo shooting into the stairwell rather than when I entered the room. After all the trouble, I didn't want Elis shot accidentally or on purpose for that matter.

"Elis!" Morgan shouted, rushing into the room. I'd already made new holes in the ceiling by throwing the shooters through it so she was as safe as could be expected inside of a mob stronghold.

"He doesn't look good," April said, looking back from where she and Alexx covered the stairwell.

"I'm fine," Elis said, hugging Morgan tightly.

"We need to take you to the hospital." Diana wiped blood from his face. "They beat you?"

"Some of the goons," he said. "It was for fun; their boss never showed up. I guess he was busy."

"It wasn't me," I said when he looked at me.

"Obviously!" he snorted. "It took you long enough to get here."

"That wasn't me either," I replied.

"What do you mean? You didn't come get me as soon as you found out," Elis said. "How is that not your fault?"

I crouched down into an Elvis spread legged pose, put my right arm over my head, and pointed at Morgan with both index fingers. "NO TAKEBACKS!"

Elis grabbed Morgan's arms and held her away from him, "What did you do?"

"Nothing!" she protested. "I told him to come get you."

Alexx, April, and Diana stared at us.

"No, she didn't!" I shouted, bouncing up and down. "Five!"

"What did you say to him, Morgan? Exactly!" Elis' voice grew very insistent.

"What's going on Elis?" Diana asked.

"Four!" I yelled.

"Morgan!" Elis shook her.

"Fix it! I told him to fix it!" Morgan shook out of Elis' arms and pushed him.

"Three!"

"Diana, get every Federal agent you can here as quickly as possible!" Elis grabbed Morgan's arm and pulled her towards the stairwell.

"Why?" Diana asked, looking between Elis' retreating back and me.

"Two!"

"Morgan didn't set limits!" Elis shouted, running up the stairs. "We need to get out of here!"

"Yes, you do," I told the ladies in the room.

"You can't seriously mean to..." Diana couldn't find the right words to finish the sentence.

"One!"

She pulled her cell phone out, put it to her ear, and ran after Elis.

"You don't scare me," April insisted. Alexx stood shoulder to shoulder with the redhead.

"If you're not leaving, you'll probably be safest down here," I said. "Kind of like a nuclear shelter."

I jumped through the ceiling at an angle, which punched me through the outer wall of the warehouse. Landing near some cars, I looked for the biggest one. Irony: a dark SUV. It was a little awkward to lift. When I got the balance, I threw it through one side of the warehouse and out the other.

"A Deuce and a Half!"

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"Where are they?" Candice looked around the junkyard. Nothing stood taller than two feet.

"Who?" I asked. Picking up the remains of a Mack truck, I smashed it against the ground to split it in two.

"April and Alexx," Candice sighed.

"Oh!" I looked around.

"You don't know," she said.

"You look very pretty." I liked Candice in the white suit.

"You're busy." She pulled up the short skirt far enough up to show me the lack of panties.

"I'm done!"

"You lost two FBI agents."

"They lost Elis first!"

She traced her pussy lips and licked her finger while looking at me thoughtfully. "You're not finished yet."

"Morgan said to fix it."

"In that case, you don't have enough time for me," she said pouting.

"I do too," I said. "It's only ... eight o'clock in the morning. Oh shit!"

"You have an appointment?" she asked knowingly.

I nodded.

"Then you should find Alexx and April," she said.

Lucky for me, Elis showed up a couple of minutes later. He had a much better sense of space than I did so with him guiding the excavation I got the ladies out of the basement in almost no time at all.

I recognized the look on Candice's face having seen it quite often -- it asked whether someone learned their lesson from a mistake or if they needed some one on one tutoring with her. Diana, Alexx, and April looked embarrassed and surprised to be feeling it. Morgan shrugged and checked her man's bandages. Elis was shaking his head at the FBI agents.

"You cannot act before thinking." Candice captured Diana's eyes.

"I had to be at the questioning," Diana said.

"You must always be in control," Candice said, ignoring Diana's words. "If you can't do that, you can't be around him."

Candice met each woman's eyes before speaking again, "I don't get a lot of time with Tavi. I would appreciate if you did not make me spend it cleaning up after you."

"She's a bitch!" Alexx said when Candice was far enough away not to hear. "Her precious little boy destroys a junkyard and a warehouse to get even for some Russian mob boss kidnapping his friend, and it's our fault!"

"Tavi didn't destroy anything to get even," Elis said. "Morgan told him to fix it so he's fixing it. He's not done either."

April looked around the yard, "This looks pretty fucking done to me."

"I have an appointment," I said to no one in particular.

"She didn't even look at Morgan!" Alexx protested. "She's the one who let him off the leash."

"Morgan stays," I said. "Even if she hadn't been my friend forever, she's more fun than the rest of you."

"She fucks him," Elis told Alexx and April. "Tavi's very possessive but he shares ... most of the time."

"I think Morgan is you sharing," I said before heading towards the yard gate. Elis limped alongside me.

"I'm not being shared by anyone," Morgan said from beside him. Elis leaned against her. "Fucking you is my choice."

"You can't fuck Diana," I told Elis.

He shrugged.

"Then he should get to fuck his choice of April or Alexx before you do," Morgan countered.

"They might not stay," I told her.

"Okay, how about this," Morgan said after some thought. "For every two new agents assigned to you, Elis gets to pick one to fuck first."

I opened my mouth but Morgan beat me to the bunch, "Even the Japanese one!"

"They blew up Morgan's lingerie collection," I told Elis.

"She told me."

"Where are we going?" Morgan asked as she guided Elis into the backseat of the SUV.

"I'm going to go fix it," I said.

"How?"

"Like Candice said," I stretched out onto the third row backseat, "You left that up to me."



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Chapter 6: I Can Give You What You Want

"Really?" I said looking up at the ten-story building.

"What were you expecting?" Elis asked. Morgan continued futzing with his bandages and arm sling.

"Not an office building," I said. Diana, Alexx, and April stepped out of the SUV.

"What is he going to do?" Alexx asked Diana. I could feel their eyes on my back.

"You could ask me," I said loudly. "I'm standing right here."

"Did you think they met in a dungy back alley club?" I really hated Elis' are-you-an-idiot voice.

"Were you expecting a building in the middle of the business district?" I folded my arms and stared at him. "I mean, they were cliche enough to use a warehouse in a junkyard to hold you."

"What are we doing here?" Elis asked. Morgan gave me the thumbs up from behind him--she hated the tone of voice too.

"Someone owed me a favor," I shrugged. "I asked him to arrange a meeting with his boss and a few others."

"What did you do for him?" Diana asked stepping up beside me. "You can't be doing people favors if we're going to work together."

I turned towards her.

"I would appreciate it if you told me before you did someone a favor," she said, running her hand down my arm slowly.

"I'm going to be sick!" April snorted.

Elis turned around, "If you haven't made a decision, shut up, April!"

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" April put her nose an inch from Elis' face.

"Federal agents like to say those words, like nobody is anybody unless they have a government badge," I said.

"I got kidnapped and beat up by Russian mobsters," Elis said to April. "You're not scary. To be honest, compared to Tavi, they weren't that bad, and oh, look--you know what he'll do if I'm in danger. Back the fuck off or I'll make the decision. To be fair I have to tell you, I'm liking the Chinese chick thing."

"Japanese." I said. "Is it misogynistic?"

"You're being specific," he replied. "Government people need specific."

April didn't want to back down but Diana and Alexx's lack of support gave her no choice. She had not made a decision and needed to see it through.

Elis looked at Alexx.

"I've made up my mind," she said.

"I like you assertive," Morgan told Elis.

"I'm fucking pissed!" Elis looked at me. "So what are you going to do?"

"Do you think I've got the angle to jump through the window on the top floor from here?" I asked him.

"You've already thought about it." Elis pointed out. "Plus the window could be seriously reinforced, you need to adjust for it in case it is, but if it's not, you could go through the building."

"You can fly?" April asked.

"Of course not," I said. "I am a good jumper."

"How good?"

I walked through the building front doors and up to the reception area.

"Hello, sir," the girl behind the desk said.

"You're pretty," I told her.

"Focus!" Elis whispered. "Two goons on the left."

Somebody must have warned the guards about trouble. They came in with tonfas on their arms. One of them went for a forearm to my head; I punched the tonfa hard enough to break it and his arm. The other guy punched me in the face with the tip of his weapon. I grabbed the tonfa, pulling it out of his grip. Tonfa versus his head, the head won. Morgan called it a draw since both broke.

"You should go home," Diana told the receptionist after the pretty girl finished puking and directed me to the elevators.

"Wait," Diana called to us.

I pressed the button for the elevator.

"We should give him time," Diana told the others.

"Why?" Alexx said. "I want to see."

"A group of mobsters having an emergency meeting and somebody crashes their party," Diana said. "Elis is going to be safe since Tavi has gone to so much trouble to get him back. Morgan and I are..."

"Fucking Tavi," Morgan said. "Although since you've only fucked him once, it's not accurate to say you're fucking him, more like you've fucked him so he's going to give you the benefit of the doubt on the chances of ripping some panties of your body in the future. Basically ladies, you haven't given him a reason to step in front of a bullet for you."

The elevators opened; I stepped inside and pressed the button for the top floor.

"But we're your team," Alexx said to me. "Isn't that the plan?"

"There's no I in team," Elis said with a laugh.

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"Hello, everyone." I walked into the conference room. "Can I ask you guys a question?"

"What are you doing here?" the guy at the head of the table asked very insistently.

I ignored him and the three large men walking towards me. Pointing at one of the windows I asked, "Is that shatterproof?"

The question made the three men approaching me unsure. They turned to look at the head of the table.

"Who are you?" the head asked. The boss who set up the meeting stood and backed into a corner. The head looked over at him. "Is this him?"

"Is that window shatterproof?" I asked one of the three men.

"Yes," he replied. The guy had not been hired for brains as the situation strained his capacity for thought to the maximum.

"Cool!" I said, walking towards him. "I always wanted to know what would happen if I did this..."

He reached out for me. I grabbed him by the upper arms and squeezed. Some things are universal, for instance big men screaming like little girls when pain is applied in the proper fashion. I torqued my body to right and threw him at the window.

The window did in fact not shatter. The guy's body made a large hole but most of the window stayed in place.

"I was thinking the window would either pop out or break in big pieces." I told the shocked meeting participants. "To be honest, I was kind of hoping it wouldn't move at all and he would squish."

The Russians didn't need anything more to start shooting. They kept shooting as I grabbed the two big guys and expanded the hole in the window.

"Are they out yet?" Elis yelled from outside the room.

A couple of the mobsters tried to get out of the room but running through firing lanes ended predictably for them. I grabbed the bodies and made the hole in the window even larger. I randomly picked one of the Russians left in the room and tossed him out, since nobody shot at me I figured they must be out of ammo. One of tried to make a run for it; I pushed him out the hole as he passed it.

"I think so!" I shouted.

Diana, April, and Alexx walked in; April and Alexx still weren't one hundred percent convinced so they looked shocked at the damage. Morgan walked up to stand beside the other women. Elis stood at the doorway, not to block anyone but because it would let him slip out if someone saved a bullet or two.

"Tavi," Elis said. "I don't have a problem with you throwing these guys out the window, but you might hit an innocent bystander down there."

"Good point!" I grabbed one of the Russians; he screamed something I didn't understand. "Help me out, bud. Tell me if I hit anybody."

I tossed him out the window.

Morgan turned around and stared up at the ceiling. Her shoulders shook. Alexx and April looked offended; Diana sighed.

"You're spreading the area we have to cover too widely, Tavi," Diana said. "The house, the junkyard, and now here. It will be a lot easier if you finish it quickly."

"But I got you a present!" I told her.

"A present?" Diana seemed unconvinced by the sincerity in my voice.

For a minute, it was a mad rush around the room as I threw Russians out the window. Morgan tripped one who got by me, saving me the hassle of having to chase him down.

I stared at the two Russians left in the room: the head of their organization and the boss from the restaurant. Turning a couple of chairs right side up, I gestured at the chairs. They got the message and sat down. I pick up the head guy, chair and all, and tossed him out the window. The boss from the restaurant screamed and toppled his chair over.

"Oh, calm down!" I said. "I was fucking with you. I'm not going to kill you."

"You're not?" the boss, Alexx, April, Elis, and Morgan asked.

"He's my present to Diana," I told them.

"He's no good as a state witness, Tavi," Elis said. "You've killed most if not all the leaders of their organization. Charging this guy would only expose what you did."

"Think bigger picture," I said in his you're-an-idiot voice.

Morgan snorted.

"This guy is the head of one of the biggest crime syndicates in the region," I said. "He came to power in a very violent fashion--though no one is very sure of the details other than it involved the competing bosses jumping out of a ten story building."

Diana righted a chair and sat down across from the Russian. Her eyes dissected him.

"He controls a lot of drug flow, prostitutes, and illegal gambling," I said. "And you control him."

Diana smiled.

"He could help take down the tentacles of the Russian mob in other regions," Alexx said, walking up to put a hand on Diana's shoulder.

"It will never fly," April said. "We couldn't possibly prosecute him. Working for us would taint him in the criminal world. The FBI would get crucified if the public finds out we kept this guy in business."

"Tavi is a national security issue," Diana said thoughtfully. "His involvement would be Eyes Only."

"I will not betray my people," the boss said.

"Tavi," Diana said. "Window!"

"WAIT!" the Russian screamed in panic when I reached for him.

"You will be a good little present," I told the Russian, breaking his nose by poking it with a finger. "Or I will tear your arms and legs off."

"He will," Elis said from the doorway. "I saw him do it at the junkyard to one of the guys guarding me. It's fucking disgusting!"

"We need a new place to live," I said to Morgan.

"Yeah, no shit!" she replied. "Oh! You want me to look for a new place."

"Thanks," I said and patted her on the shoulder as I walked by her.

"Don't look at me," Elis said to Morgan and rushed to the elevators in front of me.

"He can't get away with this!" We heard April say.

"What do you think?" I asked Elis.

"April?"

"Yeah."

"You brought down Old Testament Justice on some major bad guys," Elis said with a shrug. "If the government lets you get away with it, April's housewarming present will be her ass."

"I was hoping for Japanese," I lamented.

"With those tits and that ass," Elis smirked. "No, you fucking weren't."

"This hero stuff could be fun."

"There's no I in hero either, Tavi."



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Chapter 7: You Gotta' Come Back For More

"I don't like this house," I said, probably for the thousandth time in a couple of weeks.

"I like the pool," Elis said from the other side of Morgan. We were laying out getting some sun, or they were getting sun since I didn't tan.

"You like my sorority sisters hanging out in their bikinis," Morgan said. "So does Tavi, he just wants the hot tub too."

"More intimate," I said.

"You can't spell intimate," Morgan said. "It's easier for a sister to let what comes naturally happen if there's not an audience."

I chose not to respond.

"I ordered the hot tub," Morgan said with a smile.

I sat up, "With the gazebo and the privacy stuff?"

"You're so easy," Morgan told me. She missed Elis pumping his fist in the air.

The house was quite nice. Located in a gated community, a double height fence around the house kept prying eyes out. I wondered what our neighbors thought of the dog patrols and significantly more dangerous looking men stationed at the front gate.

I glanced over at Diana. Her shiny, metallic, purple bikini was more modest than the yellow non-kini from our hot tub meeting. Sexy modesty had a lot to say for itself though. I reached over to run my hand up her thigh. She looked up from the book and smiled at me.

"Do you want to go inside?" she asked.

"Are you up for it?" I asked. My fierce hard-on did not care for the question but Diana stayed over the night before and had not gotten much sleep.

"I'm not in charge here, baby," she said. Maybe with her on top and controlling the motion--discomfort turning to pleasure would be very sexy on Diana's face.

"They're here," Morgan announced unnecessarily. The SUV slamming to a stop in our driveway was not something the driver intended us to miss. Diana adjusted her bottoms and went back to her book. I put my hands over my head and grabbed the top of the lounge chair.

"They're not going to do anything about you!" April slammed her suitcase down. Alexx leaned an army green duffel bag against Elis' lounge chair.

"There isn't much they can do," Morgan told her.

"It's not like they didn't try," Elis said from behind the biggest schoolbook I'd ever seen. For all Morgan's attempts to get Elis to relax by the pool, there was only so much she could do with finals a week away.

"What do you mean?" Alexx asked.

"They tried a new weapon, crowd control thing, on him since the Russian thing," Elis replied.

"What?" Diana sprang up from her chair. "You didn't tell me!"

"Huh?" I said with a shrug; Diana angry made me hornier.

"You didn't really think they wouldn't try something," Elis asked her. "Did you?"

Diana sat down and gave him an exasperated look. She might have expected the government to play nice.

"Don't worry," Elis said. "He didn't notice and they were careful enough to make sure no one else could get hurt."

"I bet Tavi not noticing pissed someone off," Morgan laughed.

"More likely scared them," Elis replied. "I had to have a very long talk with the team leader."

"You're not authorized for that Elis," Diana insisted. "You should have told me about it."

"He was going to do something foolish," Elis said. "He needed to understand."

"Understand what?" Diana asked.

"That Tavi was wearing experimental body armor so we expected them to fail."

"Is he wearing experimental body armor?" April asked.

"Please stop being stupid," Elis told her.

"Be nice," Morgan said. Elis shrugged and focused on his book. "Sorry, he's still pissed about being kidnapped. He decided to blame the government for not having a more intelligent Tavi Doctrine."

"What's it like?" Alexx asked Morgan while she gestured at me with her head.

"The sex?" Morgan smiled wickedly.

"Can you not be a bitch?" April asked.

"No!" Morgan showed more teeth.

"That's the price of being on the team," Alexx said, "being his whore."

Morgan threw her head back and laughed. April's eyes hardened, but Alexx smiled. I glanced at Elis, who nodded. Alexx stating the terms bluntly prevented April from doing it and possibly flipping the fuck out when she had to say the words in black and white. Sitting up, Morgan reached over and stroked my cock. I didn't really need that at the moment.

"He's probably the best purely physical normal sex you can have," Morgan said. She smiled at me as she reached into my suit and pulled my dick out. I pushed the bathing suit down to give her free access.

Alexx stared at my dick. "What do you mean?"

"You can feel the power," Morgan said, stroking my cock. "He fills you up until you can't contain it any more and then it explodes out of every pore."

"Basically, you ladies are hardwired for Tavi to be your best ever, unless you're into a fetish, because he's as alpha as any of you are ever going to get," Elis said from behind his book.

"That's bullshit!" April said.

"And people choose to be gay too, huh?" Elis said. Alexx intercepted the redhead before she slapped the book out of his hands.

"What do you think?" Alexx asked Diana.

"Morgan chooses to do this," Diana said without looking up. "I..."

It was obvious Diana would not finish her statement. April looked more frustrated, but Alexx seemed more curious.

"He's your man," Alexx told Morgan, pointing at Elis.

"It's different," Morgan said, letting go of my dick. Damn it! She reached over and touched Elis' arm. "I'm in love with Elis. Always have been. He's the perfect emotional experience for me."

"So if you fuck them both at the same, you have everything," Alexx said, looking from Elis to me.

"That would kill me," Morgan replied.

"What?" Confusion replaced anger on April's face.

Morgan pulled Elis' suit down and stroked his dick to hardness. He set the book down and watched her hands.

"Elis has a nice dick, above average," Morgan said. "He's been working out. When a girl bothers to really look, he's hot! I didn't say it was completely emotional."

Morgan lay back. Keeping her hand on Elis' dick, she grabbed my cock with her other hand. "I've been friends with Tavi for years. There's love. It's too much to have both of them."

She let go of our dicks and stared at the women.

"So I'm never going to fuck Diana," Elis said looking over at me.

"Why not?" Alexx asked. "I thought..."

"Diana owes Tavi lives," Morgan's voice brooked no argument.

"I was thinking about that stuff Morgan suggested," Elis said. "You have Candice and Diana. I have to share Morgan."

"Share," Morgan said dangerously.

"I'm negotiating," Elis whispered to her, though loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Anyway," Elis said, trying again. "I think you should let me fuck April first."

The redhead's eyes almost popped out of her head.

"Like I said, every two agents assigned to you, Elis gets to pick one to fuck first," Morgan said nodding at me as if the motion would get me to agree.

Elis did the smart thing and ignored Morgan, "If she hasn't taken a dick in her ass, mine could be like a training cock."

Alexx, Diana, and Morgan were too busy laughing to stop April from choking Elis. I threw them both into the pool and pulled Elis out as soon as April let go of his throat.

"Okay," I said, setting Elis on his lounge chair.

"I'm not fucking him!" April shouted from the pool. She stood with her hands on her hips, pushing her chest up at me. I crouched down to stare into her eyes.

"That guy you can't forget, the one who got away with raping and killing that little girl," I said. "Diana gave me the particulars of the case."

"They found his body a week ago," April said frowning.

"You're welcome."

April's head snapped around to Diana, who looked pained.

"He tried to stab Tavi," Diana said. "You had not agreed to being one of Tavi's handlers so we couldn't give you the details."

"Why did he try to kill you?" April walked to the edge of the pool and touched my leg.

"He had this crazy idea I was trying to blackmail him," I said.

"Tavi recited details only the killer could have known and asked for fifty thousand or he'd go to the cops," Diana added.

April slammed her hands onto the water, splashing me. She grabbed the edge of the pool and pulled herself out.

"Let's go," she said to Elis, throwing her shirt at him, and walking towards the house.

"What?" Elis sat up.

"NOW!" April yelled, struggling with the getting the door open and her pants off at the same time.

"That went easier than I expected," Alexx said as the door closed behind Elis.

"Diana thought you'd be the problem. April and Tavi are perfect together. She has a black and white view of justice and more than two options is beyond his intellectual laziness," Morgan told her.

Diana placed the open book against her face, which did nothing to muffle her laughter.

"What are you going to do for us?" Alexx asked.

"Why are you asking me?" I shrugged. "Maybe Elis should become an FBI agent, he doesn't ask so many questions."

"Really?" Alexx asked Diana.

"Candice has a lot to say about it," Diana said. "I know this is ... awkward, Alexx."

"You gave Diana and April each a gift," Alexx said, stepping on my bathing suit so I could get out of it easier. She sat by my hip and wrapped her fingers around my dick. "What am I getting?"

Morgan fell out of her lounge laughing. I hadn't given it a thought.

Alexx smiled, "How about you owe me?"



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Epilogue: Cause Mama, I'm Sure Hard To Handle Now

Director of The FBI: Start recording. Meeting Attendees: Michael Jones, Director of the FBI, Special Agent Morgan Michaels, Agent Jessica Canin from the National Security Agency, General Benjamin Coates from the Joint Chiefs, and the President of the United States Steven Lynns.

POTUS: I asked Supervisory Agent LaDon to join us. Why isn't she here?

Agent Michaels: The treatments to prevent Diana from leaking information to Tavi are no longer as effective as you require, Sir.

POTUS: Excuse me?

Agent Canin: Agent Morgan's primary emotional attachment is to her husband, Elis, Sir. We warned the previous administration using unattached females as Tavi's handlers would lead to conflicts of interest.

POTUS: But it didn't stop my predecessor from whoring out federal agents.

POTUS: Nothing to say about that, ladies?

Agent Michaels: You consider Tavi an abomination.

POTUS: I understand you've been friends with him for years but do not use that tone of voice with me again. These Grendels are abominations before the...

Agent Canin: The Eyes of God.

POTUS: What else would you call them?

Agent Canin: I'm not in a position to have an opinion, Sir.

POTUS: Young lady...

Agent Canin: Mister President, clearly, you do not understand.

POTUS: Then by all means, explain it to me.

Agent Canin: You are a conservative Christian, elected primarily for those values. Anybody paying attention knows your views are somewhat more extreme than your official political affiliation.

POTUS: You should get to the point, Agent Canin.

Agent Canin: You plan to do something about the known Grendels.

POTUS: Something more than making whores out of the women who work for me.

Agent Canin: What you fail to understand, Mr. President, is exactly how dangerous Zakai is. I wouldn't have survived if I allowed myself an opinion about him, Sir. I won't survive.

General Coates: I don't believe there's nothing we can do about it.

Agent Michaels: What you don't believe is that Tavi Smith survived multiple direct hits from the most powerful non-nuclear ordinance available in the world.

General Coates: That's impossible!

Agent Michaels: You have the satellite pictures and film.

Agent Canin: The picture of the missile a yard from his head while he's crouching in that protective pose is my favorite.

Agent Michaels: Elis says it must be an instinctive posture; Tavi stood up after the first strike.

Director Jones: There has to be something we can do.

Agent Canin: Director, I've learned painfully that there doesn't have to be anything we can do about it.

POTUS: Will you cooperate with our plans or have you become a traitor to your country and race, Agent Canin?

Agent Canin: You mean species, Sir. I won't set up Zakai for you. If you want him to show up someplace so you can try to kill him, I'll be glad to deliver an open invitation.

POTUS: I don't appreciate the joke, Agent Canin.

Agent Canin: Mr. President, whatever you're going to try, understand that Zakai will kill YOU.

General Coates: Are you threatening the President?

Agent Canin: The men you send against him, General, he won't kill them. By that I mean, his intention will be more like moving furniture so he can vacuum under the rug.

POTUS: He is just a man.

Agent Canin: Then why are we here? He will kill your family first, Mr. President, so you know how helpless you are to stop him. I don't want that fate for my parents, husband, and children so I will not be the one who puts the first knife in his back or any knife.

POTUS: These ... people will not defy the will of the most powerful nation in the world.

Agent Michaels: Zakai already assassinated a Vice President, which we didn't know about it until he told Agent Canin. We have sent him against enemies of our country and accepted delivery of their heads, Sir. The government has also used Tavi to put away hundreds of criminals in the years since the incident with the Russian Mob.

POTUS: We don't control them. If we could send Grendel Tavi into a combat zone!

Agent Michaels: That would be one of the stupidest acts your administration could commit.

Director Jones: Agent Michaels!

Agent Michaels: At Candice Card's suggestion, we've kept anyone who might be one of Tavi's souls of light away from him. What happens if he touches a foreign national and finds one of these people he must protect?

POTUS: You're telling me what I can't do! I want to know what I can.

General Coates: There's Candice Card and her children by Grendel Tavi. The last administration never applied pressure using that handle. They're vulnerable and make him vulnerable.

Agent Michaels: That wouldn't work, Sir. It would actually be THE stupidest thing you could do. You're better off dropping the biggest nuke you have on Tavi and praying for the best.

General Coates: Why?

Agent Michaels: You presume Tavi has human emotions.

POTUS: He's human.

Agent Michaels: Mr. President, that's a ridiculous statement considering it might be easier to kill the 7 billion humans on the planet than it would be to kill Tavi.

General Coates: You're not helping, Agent Michaels.

Agent Michaels: General, there might not be anything we can do, but there are certainly thing we can do to make it worse, like kill Candice.

Director Jones: We weren't suggesting killing her.

Agent Canin: You suggested using her and their children to make Tavi fall in line--what exactly were you mean? Asking politely? We have and she's made it clear where her loyalties lie.

General Coates: She is his weakness; those children are a weakness also.

Agent Michaels: And your weakness is the American people.

POTUS: I don't understand.

Agent Michaels: The worst incident thus far has been the Russian Mob kidnapping Elis. Tavi was having fun, using the situation to seduce Diana, Alexx, and April.

POTUS: I thought he did that to rescue Elis.

Agent Michaels: Tavi fixed it so Elis was no longer in any danger from those animals, but he didn't exactly apply himself.

POTUS: What do you think would happen if we apply leverage using the Candice Card or his children?

Agent Michaels: We'll find out how many American lives it will cost for you to understand that particular error in judgment. Considering Candice is dangerous in her own regard, you might accidentally kill her and then the U.S. will cease to be as a nation.

General Coates: Are you serious?

Agent Michaels: If you kill Candice Card, Tavi will level every city in the country.

Agent Canin: Comic book heroes are nationalistic propaganda, gentlemen. Does anybody really believe if you raise Superman with good Midwestern values he won't grow up to take over the world? Who believes that stuff? Aren't you from Kansas, Mr. President?

Agent Canin: The plan was to use one Grendel against the others.

POTUS: The plan is useless with Grendel Tavi having children. We let him breed, damn you people!

Director Jones: You're saying, they're not heroes.

Agent Canin: Tavi Smith gets significantly closer than Zakai.

Agent Michaels: He can't be hurt. How heroic is it to slap a few gang bangers around when you can bathe in acid?

General Coates: Then what motivates them.

Agent Canin: We don't know, Sir.

POTUS: What do you mean, you don't know? You've been working with Grendel Zakai for over a decade. You've known Grendel Tavi for almost two decades, Agent Michaels.

Agent Michaels: It is possible Candice knows but you threatened to use her children against Tavi.

Director Jones: You're not planning to tell her?

Agent Michaels: There's four women and Elis handling Tavi, and we still have to bring her in sometimes. I don't need to tell Candice anything, Director.

POTUS: How do we set them against each other, Agent Canin?

Agent Canin: Find David and bring him home to finish what he started.

General Coates: You can't be serious! He blames the U.S. for his wife's death.

Agent Canin: And his son's death too.

POTUS: You've confirmed the boy is dead.

Agent Canin: Zakai shows a strong interest in both David and Tavi. He confirmed David's son died from the wounds government agents inflicted on him when we raided David's home.

General Coates: Agent Michaels believes Grendel Tavi is capable of destroying cities. Doesn't Grendel David have similar powers?

Agent Canin: Yes, but if you place some of the people David wants to kill in Metro City...

POTUS: If he does a lot of damage, Grendel Tavi could believe Candice is in danger since she lives across the river.

Director Jones: A lot of people will get hurt.

Agent Canin: You mean, a lot of people are going to die.

POTUS: That's not acceptable.

Agent Canin: Like I said, there doesn't have to be anything we can do about it, you just want there to be.

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Agent Canin: You pushed them too hard, Morgan.

Agent Michaels: I pushed them hard? My excuse is they called me in from maternity leave, what's yours?

Agent Canin: How is your daughter?

Agent Michaels: Looking more like Elis every day. Do you really think it was too much?

Agent Canin: You don't like General Coates.

Agent Michaels: Tavi's existence offends him, probably more than it offends the President.

Agent Canin: He thinks a nuke will work, Morgan. You don't?

Agent Michaels: He thinks it will work because I haven't nuked Tavi yet. Elis thinks it's more reasonable to believe it won't, since I've hit Tavi with everything else and only once gotten a reaction.

Agent Canin: The defensive posture, doesn't that means it's possible to hurt him.

Agent Michaels: Unless it's...

Agent Canin: What?

Agent Michaels: Unless he's bracing so he doesn't get thrown.

Agent Canin: I hadn't thought of that.

Agent Michaels: The President isn't going to let this go. They'll think of something and we've made sure they won't talk to us about it. Are we sure that's the best way?

Agent Canin: Have you ever considered there might another reason Tavi is so attached to Candice?

Agent Michaels: Yes.

Agent Canin: Does he know you were trying to kill him when you hit him with everything in our arsenal?

Agent Michaels: Tavi only knows what we do and whether we think it's bad or good. He doesn't know why. and I don't think he cares.

Agent Canin: Is it bad or good?

Agent Michaels: I tried very hard to kill him, that's bad! I got the answer I needed, that's good.

Agent Canin: And?

Agent Michaels: I know what I have to do.

Agent Canin: They're going to split their attention by going after Tavi, Candice, and the children at the same time. Your daughter could be caught in the crossfire.

Agent Michaels: I know. Believe me I know. Are you ready?

Agent Canin: Zakai made all the arrangements.

Agent Michaels: Do you trust him?

Agent Canin: Not with my life, but while he's not the most attentive father, I'm sure no harm will come to our children.

Agent Michaels: Christ, how have you managed to hide that? They didn't test your kids?

Agent Canin: They did; my husband came up the father every time, just like this tape will show we spent a few minutes talking about your baby girl.


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Posted:  2009-12-13
Last Modified: 2009-12-14 / 08:52:13 am
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