Date: Mon, 12 Dec 2005 12:08:27 -0800
From: Dusty <dustytale@gmail.com>
Subject: Fighting Angels 2

This is a work of adult gay fiction. If this offends you in
anyway stop reading now. If you are now allowed to read
this for any reason stop reading.

**Author's Rant**

First off, I want to apologize to everyone that sent me
feedback about the first chapter of Fighting Angels. This
has by far been my best received story to date and I have
let you down taking to long in posting. I have somewhat
gotten my life in order and will most likely be posting on
a semi-regular basis. Well here it is chapter 2 I hope you
enjoy.

See you all later,
Dusty

* * * *

The Blue Downs was on the edges of Drift. There was no line
but a bouncer stood guard at the door. As the three men
approached, the bouncer shifted wearily. He held out a hand
stopping them from entering. Mack slipped off his jacket
and rolled up the left sleeve of his shirt.

"You must be new, names' Mack you will get to know me
pretty well around here."

"The Fighting Angels? Haven't seen one of you guys in a
while. Hell from what I hear there aren't that many left."

"What?" Mack's face was stone cold as he clenched fists. A
firm hand from behind grabbed his shoulder and pulled him
back. Wes stood in from of Mack now and threw his arm
around the bouncer's shoulder.

"Well I am not so sure what you heard about the Fighting
Angels. But obviously it wasn't enough. First off, they
only lost a single battle in the entire war. In that single
battle they still managed to destroy over 75% of the rebel
ships. There by making them the most successful S-squadron
in history. As well as a the meanest son of a bitches this
side of the galaxy. The Fighting Angels also flew the S-377
Lightning which to this day is still considered
experimental. They are so dangerous to fly they actually
need millions of credits worth of wetware implants for the
pilots or they would rip them to pieces. Without tens of
G's reining in their strength their pilots can pretty much
rip anything else to pieces. This was actually viewed to be
such a threat that the project was discontinued after the
war."

Wes started to apply pressure bouncer's shoulders forcing
him down. Nearly half his body size Wes easily took the
bouncer down to his knee.

"Now being the Flight Commander of the Fighting Angels I
got a reduced version of that wetware. My friend Mack here
who you seemed to piss off so nicely, doesn't. Just
something to keep in mind the next time you meet one of us
few that are left."

The bouncer shot up when Wes released him. A terrified look
flashed across his face before he regained his composure.
He avoided eye contact with Mack.

"I guess you can go in." His voice barely audible.

"Thanks." Wes just smiled politely was he walked in.

The Blue Downs was dimly lit, about 30 men milled around
the bar. The smoke choked the life from the air. Music
played as men laughed and drank.
The Blue Downs catered to a very specific clientele,
military or ex-military men looking for the same. The name
itself a joke. Confed military issued uniforms and
underwear were navy blue.

Mack and company took a seat at a booth. The waiter arrived
to take their order's. He was just a young kid probably 18.
Like most of the staff here he spoke with a thick Russian
accent.

"What'll it be?" He smiled at Wes's companion.

"We'll just start with a round of beer for now." Mack
fumbled with his coat pockets as he ordered. Eventually
producing an empty package of cigarettes. "And for Christ
sake bring me smokes... Red Dogs if you got um, if not
whatever you got."

"So I think introductions are in order. I still haven't
gotten the name of your quiet friend here. As you probably
heard, my name is Maclure Banks. Call me Mack if you want
to live." Mack joked.

"Nick Underwood." The young man offered his hand to a
stunned Mack.

"Holy Shit! You, Wes Underwood, had a kid and didn't tell
me."

"Fuck no!" Wes laughed. "He is my nephew. My older sisters
kid."

"Good, I was worried there for a second. I know you, the
Wolf probably has some kids out there. Just not ones he
would claim."Mack said giving Wes a punch in the shoulder.

"Wolf?" Said a very confused Nick.

"Didn't your uncle tell you. That was his call sign back in
the war. Or more specifically Papa Wolf. We gave it to him.
He will tell you it is because he had to baby-sit a bunch
of rowdy, flyboys, who could bench over 450 kilos. The real
reason is he probably got more tail than the rest of the
squadron combined. He was always hunting for something."

"How can you lie like that straight to his face?" Wes asked
mockingly. "After officers training I was innocent as a
freaking choir boy."

"Yeah whatever Wes your memory must he getting bad in your
old age. But this brings up another point. What the hell
are you doing in the Aurora or The Downs for that matter?
As long as I have known you, you have chased women like you
needed them more than air."

"What the hell are you talking about? I can remember once
you walked in on me nailing Captain Varas."

"That was you?! It was so dark I couldn't see a thing.
Especially from behind." Mack sat there stunned.

"Yeah back then I was swinging both ways. Now a days I take
what I can get." Wes said still chuckling to himself.

"What about you Nick? Your dirty old uncle dragging you to
gay bars?"

"Nah these places have been my stomping a grounds for a
while now. Never been to the Downs before, I like the
Aurora. Io has been my home away from home ever since I
left the Marines.

"So just what brings you out to the Rim? It is a dangerous
place. Probably safer to stay in the Marines where they at
least give you a big gun."

"I was hell on legs back in the day and had no prospects.
The Marines offered to pay for all my college if I joined
up. I spent two years as a grunt. Then I hit my superior
officer, and spent six months in prison. After my court-
martial and discharge, I came here to Io. When Wes heard
about me he took me in; seeing that my family would have
nothing to do with me."

"What on earth possessed you to slug your superior
officer?" Mack asked lighting up a cigarette as soon as the
waiter brought them with the beer.

"Well I was drunk, and so he, he made some asshole comment
about me. At the time I felt the right thing to do was
punch him in the face." Nick said before starting in on his
beer.

They reminisced about the military and life on the rim as
they finished their drinks. After about an hour Mack
shifted the topic.

"So now comes the real question, what are you guys doing
out here? For work I mean." Mack said sternly.

"Nothing right now. Mostly looking for work. We usually
hire on to do mercenary work. Though we haven't been out
here for long." Wes said draining the last of his second
beer.

"Well would you boys like some work? I am hiring on, bounty
hunting is hard but pays well. I need some more crew after
Jason. Probably one or two more. I got plenty of room
aboard the Sonja Maru."

"You're offering us a job? We'll take it!" Wes's face lit
up as he accepted the offer.

****

Paul had worked for the Port Authority for nearly seven
years. He started when he was only eighteen. Four days
earlier he gave he resignation. He wanted out. Anything
would be preferable to the PA. He was tired of being hated,
jeered at, and despised by the people that he had sworn to
protect. All the PA could really do to criminals was kick
them off the station. Within weeks they were usually back.
Only to be kicked off again. He had a week and some change
until he could finally leave Io for good.

Slipping off his clothes Paul stepped into the showers in
the PA locker room. He was alone, this early in the morning
the other PA's officers usually showered at home before
work. Paul had been at the gym for the past hour. He soaped
up his well toned body, caressing his stiffening cock as he
washed. Giving the locker room a once over Paul began
stroking harder.

Yuri had been working, all night to fix one of the AP
patrol cruisers. They needed it in the morning before they
got the end of the week rush. He was filthy and covered in
grease. When he walked into the locker room, he saw a
familiar sight. Paul. His short brown hair matted down
under the assault of the shower. His olive skin glistening
as he stroked his chest and stomach with his free hand.
Paul's other hand firmly stroking his cock.

Yuri stripped quickly and snuck up behind Paul. With his
big arms he grabbed Paul from behind. Yuri grinding his
cock into the young officer's ass. With one hand he grasped
Paul's engorged dick. He slowly pulling back the foreskin,
letting the water assault Paul's swollen cockhead.

"You know Yuri, generally speaking when two people are
broken up that means you lose the right to sexually assault
them in the shower." Paul said turning his head to give the
older mechanic a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh sure..." The words barely came through Yuri's thick
Russian accent. "You want me to stop then? Or once more for
old times sake?"

"Well seeing that some one may come in at any minute and
see you practically fucking me. I think you should better
stop." Paul said pulling himself away from the larger man.

"Like they haven't seen or done worse in front of us. Shit!
Half of this damn outfit is at least bi it seems." Yuri
chuckled swatting Paul's ass as he moved away.

"Yeah but we still don't need to put on a show." Paul said
still caressing his hard dick.

"I think you are just afraid of my big bear of a cock being
too much for you." Yuri said grabbing a hold of his thick
cock. His foreskin still covering the head of his
stiffening cock.

"Being afraid of that would be like being afraid of a old
friend. We know each other too well." Paul laughed, dick in
hand.

"Why did we breakup Paul? Remind me again."

"I'm leaving and you seem content to stay here for the rest
of your life. Besides you know as well as I do we just
don't get along when we aren't having sex. We are too
different. Don't get me wrong the sex was great. God, the
sex was great but in the end we were nothing more than a
one night stand that lasted way too long." Paul said
walking up to Yuri. His hand slipped around the mechanic's
thick shaft. He massaged it slowly never breaking eye
contact with Yuri. "Well maybe once more for old times
sake."

Paul knelt down in front of Yuri. He began by stroking his
cock. Then with out warning took Yuri into his mouth. The
large Russian moaned as he thrust his hips foreword driving
his cock deeper into Paul's mouth. Yuri didn't take long to
cum, like he always had before his young officer swallowed
ever drop.

After catching his breath Yuri knelt behind Paul and bent
him over gently. Paul braced himself against the wall,
waiting for Yuri's seductive touch. He was not disappointed.
The young officer gasped as he felt his russian lover's
tongue dance across is bud. He writhed and squirmed to
Yuri's touch. Moaning loudly now, he remembered why he was
first with Yuri. No one had ever made him feel the way Yuri
did.

Paul felt Yuri stop rimming him. He knew what was coming
next, he softly moaned in anticipation. Yuri began lightly
tracing a finger around the outside of Paul's bud. The PA
officer gasped as he felt the finger slip inside him. The
mechanics other big paw reached around and started fondling
Paul as he worked his finger in his ass. Before he knew it
Paul felt orgasm approaching. Mid-stroke Paul felt the
sweet release, as he came hard into his own foreskin. As
Yuri pulled back his hood on the down-stroke, Paul's cum
spilled out onto the shower floor. Still being fingered he
shot four more times. His long ropes of cum quickly getting
washed down the drain.

As they washed up a final time and got dressed they chatted
quietly.

"You know I could come with you, you know." Yuri said
softly not making eye contact.

"Yuri, you know as well as I do that wouldn't change a damn
thing."

"You will keep in touch right. A year ago we called our
relationship quits, but I don't ever want to lose you as my
best friend."

"How long have you known me Yuri. Five years now? Four as
my lover. You know that isn't going to happen."

"I still worry about your leaving, it is dangerous out
there."

"Yuri, I am PA officer on Io station. There isn't anything
dangerous out there I haven't seen or had try to kill me
already."

"Right I forget how tough you soldier boys are." Yuri
mocked.

"Yeah yeah, if you don't think so just try to take me out
one of these days. Not today though I am late, some
jackasses tried to rough up our two assailants in front of
the Aurora. Two of them ended up in hospice care and one in
regen for a month. The only one who is talking was shot by
a third assailant, only taze rounds but I still need to
check it out. Probably a case of self defense but if I hear
these guys started it there might be trouble."

Paul finished lacing his boots and headed out the door,
still strapping his gun in place.

****

Mack, Nick, and Wes were still in the Blue Downs when an
olive skinned PA officer entered.

"Shit! PA." Mack whispered.

"It is fine Mack they started it. We just finished it." Wes
chuckled.

The officer only briefly scanned the room before walking
over to Mack's table.

"Morning gentlemen. My name is Officer Paul Rosario. I just
have some questions to ask you. Do you know anything about
a group of men getting beaten in front of the Aurora?" Paul
asked knowing full well they did. He had seen the video
feeds.

"We aren't going to play stupid officer, we both know you
have the feeds. We also both know that you saw us use some
pretty wicked shit. Let me guess you are already seeing
what it will take to jam our wetware. It won't work." Wes
slipped on his sunglasses as he spoke. The lenses glowed
softly red as he clicked them into place.

"We are just here to find work and be on our way. Maybe
pick up some more crew on our way out. We don't plan to
make any trouble that doesn't come to us first." Mack said
evenly.

"That is good to here. I actually just wanted to come down
and talk to you guys about your attackers and if you want
to press charges. They attacked you, clearly self-defense.
In my personal opinion they already have suffered enough.
Hell you put one into regen for a month." Paul almost
laughed. "So what do you guys do out here that you need
that kind of augments? I haven't seen some one move that
fast in a long time."

Slightly drunk Mack rolled up his sleeve showing off his
tattoo again. "We were with the 11th Squadron. Standard
augments for the S-377."

"Ah I see, well of you gentlemen need any help. Don't
hesitate to call the PA. If you do decided to press charges
let me know." Paul turned to walk out. On his way past the
bar he passed a man making a bee-line for Mack's table. He
had the strangest eyes.

Mack saw the man in the black trench heading straight for
him. He reached for his glasses, this guy looked like
trouble. As Mack felt the electric shock as he interfaced
he immediately knew something was wrong. He was being
jammed. Looking over he saw Wes's lenses glowing red. He
was fine. What was going on? Mack reached for his pistol.

"Maclure Banks?" The man asked with a dead voice.

"Yes." Mack said muffling the sound of his safety clicking
off.

Before even he could react Mack heard the sickening sound
of a gun rapport. Another. Wes and Nick lay dead in their
booth.