neelacuda | Zero Percent [BBB2014; Mikey/Ray] SEVEN

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Mikey panted into Ray’s mouth, arched over his torso and straddling his thighs in the back of the Trans Am.

They had driven out in the car, not going too far before Mikey’d stopped the vehicle and crawled into the back with Ray. He hadn’t said anything, because nothing really needed to be said. What he had done, instead, was manage to get his hand on Ray’s cock as fast as humanly possible, which was pretty damn fast.

Ray hadn’t been fully hard, which made it better because Mikey could actually fit him all in his mouth like this. Mikey slipped back down into the cavity between the seats, sucking Ray into his mouth and tasting him. He’d missed the feeling of cocksucking, and Ray remembered exactly how hard Mikey liked his hair to be tugged, which was fucking awesome.

Awesome, until Ray pushed Mikey off his cock and asked, “Come up here?”

“Why?” Mikey said, confused. Did Ray not want to fuck? Because Mikey could, on one hand, understand that; but on the other, would be kind of annoyed by.

“Because I want to touch you. Also, I’m going to come embarrassingly fast, and I want to kiss you when I do.”

Mikey could agree with that, so he got back up, bumping his head on the roof before he got settled back onto Ray’s lap, with his hand on Ray’s cock.

Ray fumbled Mikey out of his pants, stroking him with a more even rhythm than Mikey was, but even that got sloppy. Ray just looked kind of dazed, coming apart faster than usual, because of all the weeks he’d been wound up tight. Mikey pressed kisses everywhere he could, onto Ray’s neck and face and jacket and hair, not really being picky as he worked Ray’s cock at a rapidly disintegrating pace.

It was not hard to imagine how being held prisoner can put a damper on your sex life, so Mikey and Ray were both impossibly hard, embarrassingly fast.

“Oh my - fuck, FUCK - Mikey, shit, shit, I missed you,” Ray groaned into Mikey’s shoulder.

Mikey smiled against Ray’s neck and kissed his jaw, and the scratchy stubble that was growing on it. They were both going to get beard burn, but that was okay, there was nothing they had to hide. Not anymore. It was different to what and who they were in the city, and any change from that was welcome.

“I fucking missed you, I missed your cock, shit, Ray,” Mikey mumbled as he kept fucking into Ray’s hand, “You’re fucking, fuckfuck, I missed the feel of your dick, it’s a shame we can’t, uh, do it here, because I missed your fingers in my fucking ass, and, uh, the stretch, you treating me so damn good-” Mikey panted into Ray’s ear with no filter.

Ray just groaned. Muffled by his hair and Mikey’s skin. He didn’t last much longer after that, just spilling over Mikey’s hand and onto his bared thighs.

They sat there, panting, Mikey still hard and Ray with drying come on his thighs and Mikey’s hand. “Fuck, I love you,” Ray said, and Mikey ducked his head in reply, blushing.

They were interrupted by the sound of speeding bikes, and they scrambled to grab their blasters in case of emergency. They lay in the space between the back and front seats for a few prone minutes, still and sweating from nerves.

It amazing how natural it felt to hide, to be in the desert, to have the knee-jerk reaction be protect and destroy. Mikey hadn’t realised how much of this had been engraved in his bones before this, and it was like being a caged bird suddenly set free. He felt powerful and invincible and altogether too human to be expressed with words. He loved that feeling better than any high he’d ever gotten.

Finally they were sure enough that any danger had passed and risked a peek outside the care. There was nothing but empty expanses of desert, and they both heaved a sigh of relief. And then they promptly burst into laughter.

“Fuck, the fucking bikes, and you were like,” Mikey giggled, his entire face free and open and beaming.

Ray wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen Mikey like that, that open with his joy. He couldn’t have seen it in the city, not with BLI down their throats. He wanted to see it again and again.

Ray pushed Mikey up onto the seat, and unzipped his jeans. Mikey’d gone a bit soft due to the danger, but that wasn’t anything Ray couldn’t fix. Ray sucked at the tip of Mikey’s cock, using three fingers to coax him into hardness near the root of his dick.

Ray was able to bring Mikey back to full hardness in no time, Mikey not even able to whisper profanities. He was just groaning and writhing and thrusting shallowly, before coming down Ray’s mouth. Ray didn’t mind, it was better than getting a facial without access to much water and having to clean come out of his hair.

“Fuck, you’re amazing, Ray,” Mikey said, bringing Ray into a deep kiss. Ray just smiled into it, glad they’d finally kissed and made up.

“Okay, so we can probably get into the city easily, but the real question is how we’re going to get into the HQ.” Brian laid out, tapping on his holopad, showing everyone the path he’d planned out.

“I still think we need more people, because there are like seven things we need to finish, in like five seconds,” Bob argued, “we can’t just do this alone. Six of us is just not enough.”

“Where are we gonna get these people, though? Unless you have a power you haven’t told us about, we can’t just conjure extra forces out of thin air!”

Mikey sighed. They’d been having the same argument for ages, over and over again. Gerard was on Brian’s side, and Frank was on Bob’s. Ray and Mikey just wanted them to shut up.

“You do realise that half the runners in the zones would jump off a building if you told them to?” Mikey cut in, wanting to move on to the more important parts of the plan.

“What?” Gerard snorted, “That’s ridiculous.”

“Seriously, though. You guys are heroes, or some shit. And I think most of them have enough morals to realise that keeping mutants locked up and forcefully experimenting on them is wrong. I’m not saying that everyone would want to come, but if we put the word out I’m sure you’d get a fairly good reception. Plus, a lot of zonerunners are mutants, and pretty much anyone with a power that can be used in offence can clear out about twice as many dracs, if not more.”

“We can’t ask people to throw their lives away like this.” Gerard argued, frowning.

“There’s gonna be a lower fatality rate if there are more people, come on Gerard! Now’s not the time to go around being some guy with a misplaced sense of honor that won’t let anybody help them. We’re just asking, not forcing them,” Frank chipped in, nudging Gerard in the arm.

Gerard rolled their eyes and sighed, “Okay, fine. But we just put the word out, okay? No forcing people to do shit.”

“Okay, but what are we going to do about the people in experiments?” Ray asked, changing the subject.

“We get them out, duh,” Frank rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“What if they’re so badly hurt they can’t live without machines and stuff?” Ray asked, and Gerard nodded in agreement.

“Well, we should probably have someone getting out as many people as they can, and someone else figuring out what exactly BLI wants to achieve with mutant experiments. Maybe try to figure out who’s in the mutant division and stuff, and then target them.”

“Oh, well that’s easy,” Mikey said, “I thought this was going to be hard.”

“What?” Frank said, frowning, “Easy? None of us can hack, and even if we could we don’t have access-”

“I used to work there, dipshit. Unless things have changed drastically in two months, I probably know the names and office locations of anyone who could be related to the experiments. I worked in the mutant division.”

“Really?” Brian said, “That would make things run much smoother, if we didn’t have to waste precious time on looking around the place.”

“Hand the map over, I’ll mark it all out for you.”

There was a larger turnout than even Mikey expected, zonerunners that Mikey hadn’t even met were there, ready to follow the plan to the letter and save the people in the city. People with all sorts of talents and powers and morals and dreams had banded together, with Gerard at the forefront of it, and Mikey felt inexplicably proud.

The Killjoys had gathered near Mikey’s car, all getting ready for the raid.

“Okay guys, are we ready?” Gerard asked, grinning at all of them. They all nodded, enjoying the camaraderie between each other.

“Milkshake. Any last words?”

Brian cleared his throat. “If things go Costa Rica in there, and I don’t make it out-I want you guys to take care of yourselves. Plan shit out. Remember to eat, and go outside with proper radiation protection, okay?”

They all sobered up, and gripped each other’s shoulders a little harder.

“Yeah. Okay. Sure.”

“If I don’t get out, you all got to promise to not mess with my explosives. You guys will blow yourselves up, like dumbass motherfuckers,” Frank said, earnest and sure of himself, staring each of them in the eyes.

“If I don’t make it out, I want you guys to tell Dr. D to get his soundboard fixed, ‘cause it’s shit.” Bob said, with a sad smile, “Also, you guys are kinda great. So take care of yourselves in there.”

“If I don’t come back, I want you guys to know I love you. You guys are my brothers, and I want you guys to never change. Never stop running,” Ray gripped Mikey’s hand really hard, like he didn’t want to let go. Mikey understood. They’d already lost each other once, he didn’t want to lose Ray again.

“You know, if I’m your brother, we should probably stop fucking. That’s weird shit right there, Ray,” Mikey joked, trying to lighten the moment a bit. Ray immediately blushed, his face coloring red as everyone else laughed.

“I want you guys to keep running. I want you guys to keep fighting until the lights go out,” Gerard said, fierce and clear, “You guys are the best, and I trust you with my life, with my legacy. If I don’t come out of there, I want you guys to never forget me, never forget the message of Party Poison, never forget you’re Killjoys. I want you to make as much noise as you can, as loudly and proudly as possible.”

They were all silent after Gerard’s speech, letting their words hang in the air around them.

“Mikey?” Frank prompted, and Mikey started, not expecting them to want to hear what he had to say.

“I know I haven’t been here very long, and most of you guys probably thought I was a dickhead for a long time, but I know you guys are doing good. Fighting the good fight. So, uh, keep doing that. I don’t think anyone deserve to live in fear, or be forced into doing things they don’t want to, not by the government. I want you guys to make sure there aren’t more people like me, who get played by people abusing their power. So if I get ghosted up there, don’t look back. You only live forever in the lights you make, okay? So make that light as bright as you possibly fucking can.”

And then they all got in the car and started driving straight towards the enemy.

In the midst of the chaos it was easy for Mikey to slip away. He didn’t want to tell them what he was doing, because they’d tell him he was taking unnecessary risks. Well, he was, but he didn’t need someone to stop him. The good thing about having worked in BLI was that he now knew where everything was, which made it a lot easier to get to his final destination with only having to gun down a couple of dracs.

Vladimir’s office where was it always in, and he only had to swipe his hacked keycard to get access. Nothing had changed, even though he’d kind of been expecting it to be.

“Hello, Mr. Way, fancy seeing you here.” Vladimir said offhandedly, not even looking up at Mikey.

“I heard somewhere that you can read minds. I’m curious to see how that works, can we test it out?” Mikey shot back, smirking at him.

“Really, now. You think I could read minds?”

“Eh. The guy I heard it from was pretty legit.”

Mikey focused on making Estragon the first memory that Vladimir would hit if he were to take a little peek. Mikey was pretty sure he would, that’s what Mikey would have done in the same situation.

Sure enough, Vladimir paused and gasped, his eyes watching something in front of them that wasn’t Mikey. Mikey, being who he was, took that opportunity to point his blaster at Vladimir’s head.

“So this is how you’d like to play this game. What do you want? To kill me? You know that wouldn’t solve anything?”

Mikey said nothing, but his mind must have given it all away.

“Oh. You want to save me. How cute. You must be around your brother too much, his naiveté must be rubbing off on you,” Vladimir was smiling with his mouth but not his eyes, and Mikey grit his teeth.

And then he shot at the wall right beside his head. “Don’t you fucking use he pronouns to describe my brother!”

That, however, gave Vladimir a tiny bit of leeway to work from, and then he must have done some weird telekinetic thing because Mikey’s gun was pointed at his head and his finger was on the trigger.

“Tell me, tell me, Michael Way, how are you going to save me?” Vladimir said, finally stepping out from behind his desk, “You were going to reunite me with Estragon? You’d think that would fix what was wrong with the world? Tell me, Mr. Way, why you thought it was a good idea to destroy something perfect?”

Mikey just focused really hard on setting the hem of his coat alight.

It worked with relative ease, the flames flickering up easily and turning the bottom of his coat to ash. As he was putting it out Mikey managed to get back control of his hand, and turned the gun back onto Vladimir.

“Please, this trick again, you know what I can do. Just answer me this: how much do you want to get me back out into the zones?”

Mikey was pushed towards the wall, the invisible force pinning him to it. He glared at Vladimir, who just laughed, hollowly. Jeez, this guy was like your classic comic book villain who needed to get their head out of their ass.

“You’d be willing to take me there by force? How sweet. You think I’ve been brainwashed by Better Living and if you were to detox me I’d be like I was in my twenties. Just like you. Full of hope and destruction. You’re so sweet, to be thinking of me like this. Too bad no one even cares about you.”

“Fuck. You.” Mikey grit out, concentrating on trying to distract him enough to get the upper hand.

“You think we cared about you? The only reason we recruited you was to get to your brother. You’ve always be known as Gerard’s little brother, haven’t you? You were useful in helping us see what the Killjoys could do when they were let loose, and now we don’t really need you any more. It’d almost be a waste of time to kill you, you’re so insignificant.

“Look at you, you could kill me right now, but you’re so useless you can’t even manage that. You were fun to watch run around like a retarded chicken, but I think I’ve grown bored of you now. You’re just a waste of everyone’s time, Mr. Way, and now I’m going to do us all a favour,” Vladimir smirked, and drew his own gun, placing it right on Mikey’s temple.

Mikey used the proximity to set his hand on fire. The smell of burning flesh was a disgusting and stomach churning as it ever was, but he’d distracted Vladimir, and was able to get free. The smell of Vladimir burning made him want to retch, but he didn’t have time for that.

“You want me to fucking kill you? Show you I’m fucking useful?” Mikey screamed, spitting in Vladimir’s face as he stumbled back.

He focused on draining about half of Vladimir’s energy, enough so that he couldn’t run away, and then set his flesh alight.

“Then I won’t.”

The fight, when Mikey ran out to face it, was roaring, with laser blasts and an assortment of elements flying all over the place. He kept his head down and his gun close, weaving through the fighting to look for Gerard.

Gerard, as usual, was in the centre of the action, flanked on either side with the rest of the Killjoys. Opposite them, though, was Korse, some Exterminators he knew in passing, and a shitload of Dracs.

Well, shit.

“Hey! Korse! Over here!” Mikey shouted, waving his hand and holstering his gun, “It’s me you want, not them! They’re nothing, they’re just dumb kids who have too much time on their hands. You wanna know where Vladimir is? He’s burning to death in his fucking office!”

No-one had to say his plan was smart. But it worked, because Korse turned his attention from Gerard to Mikey. Mikey glanced over at the Killjoys, and Ray and Gerard were shooting him looks that said “what the fuck are you doing?” Mikey couldn’t communicate that he was buying time for them to get reinforcements, and wait for the rest of the rebels to come, not wordlessly, so he just shrugged and ran forward.

He made sure he was in between Korse and Gerard, separating them.

Korse just laughed at him, smirking at his valiant yet ill-thought-out attempt to protect his brother. “Really? You think I should concern myself with you?”

Mikey set his jaw and let a wall of flames erupt, separating the dracs from the Killjoys. He managed to draw upon the energy of a few dracs as well, hopefully weakening them so the runners could finish them off when they came from fighting in the other sections of the building.

“I think I could make a good argument for that,” he quipped, trying not to look behind him to see whether or not the runners were coming.

“Really?” said Korse, “Because of what I know of you, you’re never one to make the sacrifice play. Are you trying to convince me to bargain? Please. Everything you do, you do to save your own ass.”

Mikey rolled his eyes, shrugging his shoulders, as runners came in from three separate entrances, “It’s enough.”

He turned around to take the fire down, and saw Ray smiling at him. He smiled back, letting the flames die down as the Killjoys ran forward.

But turning his back on Korse was probably the dumbest thing he’d ever done, because he didn’t notice the blast hitting him in the back of the head until it was too late. Ray’s face turned from pride and confidence to an ashen gray, suddenly stopping in his tracks.

Mikey didn’t see anything else, as he’d slumped down onto the floor. Finally, his hearing cut out, and he could sense nothing.

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