Wings of Blood and Flame

First We Touch/A Beautiful Mind

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Chapter Warnings: M/F, MC, Implications
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Rubedo and chaos finally manage to get out of the room unobtrusively, though being rather flush and wearing only their boxers. Fortunately for them, this is a surprisingly normal state for many onboard the Durandal, ever since Shion declared that combat training would be more efficient if preformed in swim suits. No one else could quite figure out where this came from, but the pair are quite glad for it now - it had taken them several tries to keep even these clothes on.

The plan, he'd explained to chaos, was quite simple. It being quite likely that Mizrahi would hide his secrets in the safest place he knew of - his 'daughter' -, all he'd have to do is extract the information out of MOMO. Once they arrive at Second Miltia, they would take the Durandal out with a skeleton crew, and depart on a 'Secret Mission' to Miltia. Then he'd just have to take out U-DO, and, game over! - He’d win.

Arriving at MOMO's quarters, they run into Ziggy, the brainless cyborg who'd managed to snatch MOMO out of the U-TIC organization's incompetent hands, and now felt it his paternal duty to watch over her day and night.

"Hey, Ziggy! What's up?" Rubedo asks. Gesturing at MOMO's door, he continues. "We were just about to ask MOMO a few questions. There's still a lot about her we don't know, and the more we can find out, the better we'll be able to keep her safe."

Ziggy shrugs, the thought that he might be double-crossed far from his mind. "Be my guest. But between you and me...” he looks about, worry in his eyes, before continuing, "do you think Shion's going to make MOMO wear one of those things?" Evidently, the cyborg has little interest in seeing her nearly naked, a sentiment to which Rubedo concerns wholeheartedly.

However, it is chaos who jumps in. "I don't know about that, but I did hear one of the techs mention that Shion's developing some hi-tech 'Exoskeletal Armor "Swimsuit"-class Cyborg Enhancement' in C-Lab. I think you should be more worried about yourself."

The terror in Ziggy's eyes is plainly visible, and chaos appears to give in to the unspoken plea for help. "Well, you know, if something were to, say, happen to the prototype, she'd have to start all over again. Maybe she'd even give up, or do KOS-MOS first."

Ziggy appears to take the hint, dashing off to the internal transport system. As soon as he's sure Ziggy's gone, Rubedo breaks out in laughter. "What an idiot! C-Lab's a genetics outfit on the far side of the Foundation! It'll take hours for him to get there. Good one."

chaos just smiles.

The two enter MOMO's quarters, finding her seated at a table, playing cards with a male Combat Realien. Dropping a card on the table, MOMO screws up her face in concentration, before jumping to her feet. Bouncing up and down, she applauds herself, shouting "I WIN!" at the top of her lungs. Bouncing about to see her visitors, her antics abruptly cut off. "Jr!" she cries, running ecstatically to hug him, oblivious to his wince. "Did you come to play wit?" ?"

Ignoring the several layers of innuendo arisen by her innocent question, he shakes his head. "Actually, there was something I wanted to ask you." He smiles, nodding at chaos and the realign. "Would you mind...?"

chaos grins, walking over to the realign. "You know, there's this combat technique I've been working on lately. Would you like to come help me out with it?" The realign proving more than agreeable, the two exit, leaving Rubedo alone with MOMO. Taking a seat on the couch, he pats the spot beside him, which MOMO jumps into.

"So what did you want to ask me about?" she asks, brightly.

"You don't... Do you remember Dr...Your father saying anything about Miltia? Anything at all?"

"No. I don't...really remember anything..." She now sounds crestfallen. "But...no. I don't remember anything. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. But I think the information might be inside you anyways, buried deep beneath your memories. I need to know. Giving me that information...could save a whole lot of people's lives."

Torn between her desire to help Rubedo, and her inability to do so, she squeaks in distress. "I...can't..."

"Relax." Rubedo soothes her, his forced kindness beginning to wear on him. "There is one way. I think I can get it out of you...If you'll let me." He can get it out either way, but this way would be a whole lot less messy.

"Wha? ...Alright..."

"Just open your mind to me. I'll connect us with a telepathic link, and look around inside. It's perfectly safe, and I'll only touch the stuff I need. I promise."

She looks at him with adoring eyes, wide with unconditional trust. He'd gladly take that, and shatter it. And if all goes according to plan, she'll never even notice.

"Now just lie down. I won't hurt you." Gently stroking her soft pink hair, he lowers her head down onto his lap. Stretching out his hand over her, he opens the link, his hand glowing softly. Very carefully, he inverts the link, changing it from a free sharing of minds, into a weapon of interrogation. Though unable to fully comprehend this shift, MOMO whimpers softly at the not quite so pleasant feeling the link now has. But Rubedo holds her in, plunging himself into her mind as his hand plunges into her abdomen.For For his first step, he addresses MOMO's higher brainctinctions, cutting off her initiative. While not perfect, it should essentially immobilize her, and the process is easily reversible. Meeting with success, Rubedo flushes with confidence, intoxicated with the absolute power he now holds over MOMO.

A faint distraction intrudes into his thoughts from the physical realm. Awoken by his latest conquest, Rubedo's erection now begs for attention. Neither willing to deal with it himsenor nor willing to ignore it entirely, he turns once again to MOMO.

With his free hand, Rubedo pulls his cock out of the tent it had formed of his boxers. Released from confinement, he flushes with excitement as he guides himself into MOMO's waiting mouth. Like a doll, she mechanically wraps her arms about Rubedo's butt, rocking him as she methodically sucks him off.

Meanwhile, a second sensation of pleasure overlays the blowjob, as MOMO's mental defenses fall to his relentless assaults. Plunging his other hand into her as well, he moans with pleasure, rocking himself deeper into her in time to her thrusts of him. Feeling her defenses falling one by one, his ache for her total exposure to his whim is equaled only by the ache between his legs. And both come ever closer to relief. MOMO's tongue laps against his cock like a dog, sending rapid, brief spurts of excitement up his shaft, pleasure interspersed with bliss as she rhythmically rams deepdeeper into her throat. As he shatters her last barriers, his need grows uncontrollable, and releasing himself, he flows into her, just as her sealed secrets flow into him. Tearing through the clutter, he verifies that he has what he is looking for. Pulling out of her, he first restores her mind to as it was just before he entered her. She would not remember a thing from after that point. At the last moment, he remembers to pull up his boxers before she awakes.

"Did you find it?" she asks, somewhat confused. Oddly enough, he finds her much more tolerable now.

"Yes. Thank you. That was just what I needed." He gives her a parting smile, almost none of it forced, and leaves her.

As he walks down the hall, chaos catches up to him from behind. "So...?"

Rubedo turns to answer, the words dying on his tongue as he gets a good look at chaos. His face - or at least the mouth and chin - are almost dripping with blood, while his bare chest is heavily splattered. Rubedo's eyes widen in disbelief, as he struggles to make sense of the situation.

"Don't worry." chaos cuts in, trying to reassure him. It's not mine. It's realign blood."

Rubedo feels himself turn a distinct shade of green, finding himself for once inaccurately named. And he can't shake the feeling that chaos is eyeing his jugular with a look of hunger. "Um..." he mumbles, desperate to move the conversation as far away from Realiens (like himself) as possible. "I got that info..."

Now that look was definitely aimed at his neck. If chaos got bored with his gorgeous baby blues, fine. He'd be quite welcome to ogle his crotch, or pretty much anything else. But the neck is a whole 'nother story. "Eh...would you mind telling me what happened back there? 'Cause you're kinda creeping me out."

"Well, it's actually a funny story, really. You see..."

Perhaps, Rubedo considers, it would have been a much better idea to let sleeping dragons lie. Or whatever the hell he is...