Blind Fires of Passion
by Fur and Fantasy
PG-13 for M/F, NC-17 for M/M
full contents and notes located at the bottom of the file

"Where are you going?" Modo took an uncharacteristically aggressive stance and put himself between a battle dressed Throttle and the door to the garage and bikes.

"Out," the tawny mouse replied with equally uncharacteristically evasiveness and closed with the larger gray mouse, clearly intent on getting past.

"Out on a hunt, Bro." Modo locked eyes with his leader, his tail snapping in agitation. "Fish hunting without us."

"This one isn't your concern." Throttle shook his head. "Just mine."

"You two wanna keep it down over there?" The sound of Vinnie's voice came through from the living room. "Some of us are trying to watch the game."

"Throttle's just trying to get himself killed." Modo rumbled quite loud enough for the white mouse to hear before focusing back on his tawny Bro. "You are not going on a mission without backup. It can't be that bad."

"It doesn't involve you two." Throttle repeated stubbornly.

Vinnie stuck his head through the door from the living room. "What the hell are you two arguing about? Make any more noise and we won't need a plan to find the bad guys, they'll be camped out the front."

When Modo looked over to answer the white mouse, Throttle slipped past him and the roar of Lady's engine cut off whatever he was going to say.

"He's going to Limberger's tower." Modo explained with an agitated snap of his tail and turned to follow on Lil Darlin.

"How do you know?" Vinnie asked, following behind the gray mouse.

"You sleep through most of the interesting stuff," Modo half explained. "He's going after his girlfriend."

"Throttle's got a girlfriend? When did that happen?" Vinnie asked as they mounted up and did a final weapons and helmet check before riding out after Throttle, now well out of sight.

"They were going steady by a couple months ago."

"Gee, you wouldn't guess it," Vinnie replied, keeping pace with the other mouse. "You'd think he'd at least introduce us."

The gray mouse shook his head at that and snorted. "He doesn't think we'd approve. She's human."

"So's Charley-girl. Big deal."

"Try telling that to him." Modo shook his head and muttered to himself. "He got brought up with some kind of idea that you should only date your own kind."

"So have you met her?" Vinnie asked, suddenly curious about this unusually gossip-worthy behavior on Throttle's part.

"She bolted and he tried to deny I saw them kissing," Modo said more quietly with much more concern. "Her name is Brittany, but that's all I got."

"That's so cute," Vinnie chuckled. "I never would have pegged Throttle as the shy type."

"Not shy, he's embarrassed about it Bro." Modo corrected the white one.

"It's kinda the same thing. Besides, I wouldn't have teased him that much."

Modo just shook his head and focused on the mission as they came close to the tower and finally caught up with their tawny Bro making a security examination. Their arrival wasn't unnoticed and Throttle frowned at them, but didn't fight their presence this time.

"You're just not going to give up, are you?" He directed primarily at Modo.

"You're my Bro," he countered. "It doesn't bother me she's human."

"Right." He said quietly and focused back on the tower. "She's probably in Karbunckle's lab."

"Which means we have to get her out of there sometime around about yesterday," Vinnie added, although his serious tone denied the joking words. He turned to look back down the road. "It's straight enough, with a charge we could blast though maybe six or seven levels up, above most of the security."

Throttle nodded quietly, his agitation most apparent in his tail and just how stressed he was in his lack of a real plan. Deep inside he was grateful for the help. He knew he'd need them and the six of them made a much better strike force than he and Lady alone.

"Let's go." Throttle nodded sharply and tucked his binoculars away to Lady's revving engine.

For once, things went without a hitch, even though it was clearly a trap and they were expected. Guards and weapons went flying; scattered by the momentum of the charge and the nearly psychotic intensity of Throttle's fire.

It was something of a turnaround. Usually Vinnie was the one out on a limb that the others had to rescue. Now it was all the other two could do to make sure Throttle's back was covered as he charged through the assembled guards, heedless of what the consequences might be.

It may not have been much of a surprise, given why they were here, but it was a bit odd to watch their cool leader drop all pretence of being calm. When they broke into the lab all three had to push back the nightmares they'd faced here. The solid metal cages with their tiny view port were different but the rest was painfully familiar.

Vinnie immediately turned back towards the door, watching the corridor for any approaching henchmen. It wasn't as though he even knew what the girl looked like. "Is she here?"

Throttle's sharp gasp was the only answer; drawing Modo's attention to the cage the tawny mouse was in front of to blow the door off.

The next sound was a nearly incomprehensible 'rat!' from the gray mouse as he raised his arm to blast the creature that had helped destroy Mars, only to find Throttle's body in the way and the battered creature chittering in fear.

"So it's where it deserves to be," Vinnie replied flippantly. "We're about to be joined by the entire Plutarkian Flunkies Union, just grab the girl and let's get our asses out of here."

He heard Throttle snarl something at Modo and an equally sharp retort before the bikes revved again.

"Move out!" Throttle yelled, the worry and confusion in his voice apparent to both his Bros.

"But she's a ..." Vinnie said as he watched Throttle bundle the female up onto Lady in front of him. He turned to Modo, stunned. "You said she was a ... oh there are so going to be words about this."

"Yes," the gray mouse rumbled, his intense hatred making his remaining eye glow.

"Later," Throttle snapped and pulled out; going for the strait shot out threw the walls.

"Count on it," Vinnie snorted and fired a few shots behind them as a delaying tactic and then followed the other two into a painfully silent ride into the darkening night.

Despite the female's injuries, Throttle didn't head to the garage. They were deep in the half abandoned industrial areas before he slowed to a stop and reluctantly faced his Bros.

"This would be the part where you explain, right?" Vinnie asked, forestalling Modo's words, which were likely to be even more harsh.

"This is the part where I ask you guys to leave." He shook his head as the bloody furred creature pressed against him, her beady eyes now visible as mechanical ones very much like Throttle's. "I'll explain when I get back."

"This hand better be the world's best explanation Throttle," Vinnie told the other mouse, deadly serious. "Any world's."

He turned his bike and laid his hand against the cold surface of Modo's metallic arm. When that didn't get the big mouse's attention Vin reached up and turned his Bro's scowling, enraged face around towards him. "Come on. You'll get your chance, believe me."

All three watched the gray mouse work through it, his loyalty and trust for his Bro finally winning out by a small margin. "Right." He rumbled, turning Lil Darlin around to head for the garage, leaving Throttle and his female to breath a small sigh of relief before they continued on.

"I'm taking you home, then I need some answers." He told her quietly, turning Lady back around to head further into the industrial zone to the handful of reclaimed buildings there.

"I'll try, Ther." She whispered through a rough throat. "I'm not ... what's the problem your friends have with rats?" She asked quietly, a little surprised the other rodents would be like humans.

"They helped the fishfaces destroy Mars."

"Oh," Brittany shuddered and nodded.


"Hi guys," Charley greeted the grim pair as they came back in. "Hot dogs are on the stove if you'll clue me in."

"Actually if you wait for Throttle to get back then he can explain to all of us at once," Vinnie said, shaking his head. "Although I get the feeling it's going to be more of an excuse than an explanation."

"For what?" She raised an eyebrow at them and Modo's almost betrayed expression.

"It's complicated," Vinnie sighed, shaking his head. "I don't know the whole story, but I can tell you it had better not be what it looked like. If he's involved with her ... trouble, Charley girl. Trouble."

"Who is her?" She asked patiently.

"A Rat." Modo finally spat and stalked into the kitchen for a root beer, his four hundred plus pound frame rattling things.

"Rat?" She turned to Vinnie for a little more information.

"The stinkfishes tried to destroy us because they wanted something from us ... the rats that were with them did it because they were getting paid." Vinnie made a face. "Not popular people."

"Mercs rarely are," she nodded slowly. "This has got to be one hell of a story. I can't believe Throttle's a traitor."

"Charley-girl, I don't know what he can say," Vinnie sighed, suddenly seeming tired as he slumped down into the couch. "It's almost bound to be 'she wasn't there' or 'she didn't do anything' but after everything that's happened that's not going to make the difference he wants it too. Like I said, it's gonna be an excuse, not an explanation."

"At least she's not someone you know was active." She tried to find something about the situation that was less than extremely grim. "I thought he was seeing a human?" She glanced over at Modo as he dropped onto the couch.

"That's what I saw." He said noncommittally. "Obviously it is not what I thought."

"I think that's safe to say," Vinnie snorted. "I can't believe Throttle would be so stupid."

"Mind letting me in how you two found out she's a Rat?" Charley asked patiently, not liking the missing bits that were making connect the dots difficult.

"We just rescued her from Limburger's tower. Kinda hard to miss something like that up close." Vinnie supplied.

"You're taking something there at face value?" Charley raised an eyebrow. "After all he's done, she might have been human last week." She shuddered at the thought that struck her as much more likely than Throttle dating a member of the race that had helped destroy his world.

"Trust us Charley. Karbunkle never makes anything that looks even remotely natural. Besides, that wouldn't explain why Throttle drove her back out to the industrial zone. Human homeless live on the streets, they don't burrow away in places like that."

"I think it's going to be a good night for serious comfort food," she murmured and shook her head, turning back to the kitchen and the phone to order up a heavy-duty collection, making sure no booze got into the order out of a hope to keep things from getting too violent.

Vinnie being that serious was downright freaky.


"He's back." Modo announced without looking up from the movie no one was really watching or the spread of junk comfort food that had arrived some time ago and didn't seem to run low in the uneasy silence no one was really willing to break.

"We're gonna let him talk," Vinnie said softly, turning towards Modo. "Then, once he's done, you can tear his head off."

A rumbling snort greeted the statement, but it was an agreement as well. At least for the time being.

"Take it outside if you're going to." Charley gave them both a sharp look and stood to greet the tawny mouse. The seriousness was normal; the highly unsettled manner he was displaying was as disturbing as his Bros anger was.

"They tell you we rescued a Rat?" He asked her very quietly.

"One you're dating?"

Throttle could only sigh and sink his head against one palm and shake it. "What a mess."

"That's one way to put it," she nodded in agreement. "You have some work to do."

"Tell me about it," he muttered grimly and looked past her to the two mice watching them from the couch. Neither of them looked particularly welcoming, and he honestly couldn't blame them. It had taken most of the last few hours to absorb and accept what had happened himself. That and an hour worth of trying to scrub his fur clean of how dirty he felt with very little success.

He shuddered slightly at the memory of seeing her kin show up to take care of her.

"Ever heard of a were?" He asked the three of them quietly as he sank into an overstuffed chair and Charley found a spot that put her both out of the way and between the two sides.

"You might want to get to the actual explanation part," Vinnie suggested. "Neither of us are really in the mood for playing around."

Throttle took an uneasy breath. "She says she's a were-rat." He explained carefully, not completely sure of himself. "A different race from the ones that helped the invasion."

"Were-rat?" Charley frowned. "I've heard of werewolves, werecats, werebats and werebears, but a wererat?"

"I saw one of her kin shift," Throttle actually shuddered. "From human to rat."

"Uh-huh. Right." Vinnie wasn't convinced. "And did it take you all this time to come up with that?"

"A Rat is a Rat." Modo rumbled dangerously, his eye glowing in warning. "And that was a Rat. Don't try to bull us, Bro."

"Yes, it was a Rat." Throttle nodded and tried very hard not to think about the past few months. "And I really don't know how I didn't see it before." He said quietly, shaking his head with his face down. "I swear I didn't know."

Vinnie hesitated for a moment, clearly torn, and then reached out to put a hand on Throttle's shoulder. "Okay, that I can believe. Although it's not like you, I kinda would have thought you'd at least wonder about the whole industrial wasteland bit."

"She's an artist," he recovered a little bit, a grateful look on his face for the white mouse. "She and a few friends converted an old warehouse into loft apartments. Lots of space, very low cost." He repeated what he only sort of got, but had clearly heard more than a few times. "They're really nice places once you learn not to look out the windows." He added from actual experience.

"I've heard of that," Charley nodded. "A couple neighborhoods have been recovered that way."

"So you've been going out with an artistic rat? You know the half-life on that's going to be about ten seconds, right?" Vinnie told him with a mixture of seriousness and his usual flippant nature.

"Right, Bro?" Modo spoke up, though his words were as much an order as question and his gaze extremely intense.

"If it was that damn easy I wouldn't have stopped you from shooting her in that lab." Throttle sort of growled. "Eight months is a long time to shake." He shook his head and sighed softly. "Especially here."

"She doesn't seem to think so," Vinnie said, his voice becoming just a little bit harder. "After all she's spent all that time lying to you."

"By omission, maybe." He sighed and shook his head, trying to deal with the dividing forces threatening to rip him apart. "I never asked what she was."

"Given that the planet's swarming with humans I can understand why," Vinnie nodded, "But since your not one you'd think she might have brought it up. Something like 'You know, you're not the only giant rodent in the room'."

"Yeah, it would have been nice," he nodded agreement. "But she didn't, and I didn't, and I still care about her."

Vinnie glanced up towards Modo, trying to read the other mouse's face. It wasn't hard. Modo looked ready to tear something apart with his bare hands.

"I don't think that's a really good idea."

Throttle actually laughed at that, though there was absolutely no humor to the sound. "It's not something I can choose about." He snorted. "Just like you still care about Harley."

"And when was the last time I went out with her?" Vinnie shot back, not pulling his punches anymore.

"Years, and I know you still care about her, even after you broke up." Throttle shook his head, a little too worn out to really fight.

"There you go," Vinnie said with a nod as Charley hung back and Modo glared. "You know very well it's not going to work out."

"Just like Carbine." He muttered, shaking his head. "Only worse."

"Right." Vinnie nodded.

"Are we past wanting to kill each other now?" Charley interrupted the short silence, her attention focused largely on Modo. He returned the look, but eventually nodded consent to her, bowing to her choice. The comment earned her a brief but very dirty look from the white mouse, but it had been a while since Throttle seemed to be in genuine danger from him anyway.

Throttle simply nodded, though the look he got from her spoke a great deal of how little she trusted him not to do something very stupid right now. "I'm going to bed, guys." He announced quietly and stood, passing within Modo's reach on the way and clearly with far too many things on his mind.

"That's actually not such a bad idea," Vinnie said, standing up. "We could probably all do with some rest."

"Definitely," Charley all but jumped on the idea and did the required nudging to get Modo to move up to his own room not long after Throttle and Vinnie had disappeared.

With the mice safely ensconced in their own spaces, and more grateful than she'd ever been to having set them up with a room each, Charley walked quietly around downstairs, turning off the lights and double checking the locks, the bikes and the security alarms before making her way upstairs again.

After pausing to listen for each mouse being in bed, or at least quiet, she stopped in front of Throttle's door, debating with her partial understanding of his psychology. He was probably in real need of company, but female company may be the very last thing he wanted, given it was a girlfriend that was in the middle of this.

She sighed and shook her head, going with her first instinct and knocked lightly. The tenor in Throttle's voice when he bayed her to enter sent a shiver down her spine that she carefully pushed away before walking into the extraordinarily dark room.

"Thought you might not want to be alone tonight." She offered quietly after the door shut, watching for movement on the nearly invisible bed when she heard him roll, presumably to face her.

"Thanks," Throttle whispered, the agony in his torn heart layered deeply in the sound.

Despite the way the tone made her shudder, Charley carefully made her way to his simple bed and sat down to undress. Part of her regretted the thrill the touch of the soft fur of his hands and tough skin of his agile tail on bare skin gave her. The rest accepted it as part of what was between them. Even though he'd never hold her as more than a casual lover once in a while, they each gave each other something in this part of making do.

And right now, what he needed was a warm body to hold in the darkness to remind him he wasn't alone.


Staring at the ceiling in the darkness Throttle couldn't really see anything even with his shades on, but he hardly noticed. His mind was too absorbed with what he'd seen, heard and faced in the evening. Not even the sleeping Sis in his arms did much to sooth this part of his pain, though she made the loneliness tolerable for the night.

The rest ... wasn't nearly so easy to comprehend.

Brittany was a Rat, but not the kind of Rat that had destroyed Mars with the fish.

At least that's what she and her friends said.

But she looked, smelled ... tasted of Rat.

How could he be in love with a Rat? Even a Rat that didn't usually look like one. It was still a Rat.

She was still a Rat.

And her friends .... ~shudder~

But she was nice to him. She understood him. Knew how to make him feel good and drove the intolerable loneliness away with her touch and laugh and rough humor.

He did love her. Always would. But a Rat? He couldn't see her anymore. Not without feeling like the traitor his Bros had thought he was.

Vinnie was right.

Vinnie had supported him, touch him, even understood, at least a little.

Vinnie might not be a love of his life, but he was a mouse and he did care. It might be enough for a few more years.

It was better than nothing at least. Better than being alone. A little better than trying again with a human, even the one in his arms.


Sharp ears served Modo as well for moving undetected through his own home as they did in an enemy camp. Right now he felt hard pressed to tell the difference. As much as he hated reacting like he had to Throttle, he couldn't believe his Bro had been taken in by one of those creatures enough to actually protect it.

But Throttle was his Bro, his leader, and damnit all, the tawny mouse meant the world to him.

Even if it meant learning the truth about this Rat, and if that bull about her being a weird human was right, learning to look past it for Throttle's sake.

It hurt to see him in that much pain.




"Vinnie," Throttle's voice was low, uncertain and private as he leaned against the open door to the white mouse's room two days of unpleasant silence later. "Got a minute?"

"Yeah, of course," Vinnie replied as he zipped up his pants, fur still faintly damp from his shower. "Come in if you like."

Throttle nodded and took the step forward to clear the door, closing it with his tail. He stopped a sociable distance away, but his body language questioned the space. "Thanks," he said quietly, not very comfortable with the words. "For other day."

"I kinda had to," Vinnie said, sitting down on the end of the bed. "If Modo had been the one to speak it would have been ... hard. I don't think anyone wanted that, even him."

"He would have broken my neck." Throttle half shrugged with the matter of fact statement he honestly believed in a way, and didn't really object to anymore. "I meant ..." he hesitated, loosing the words with a sigh and shake of his head. "Have you ever gotten tired of just being alone?" He asked, stepping to just outside being too close.

"Throttle, you're a long way from being alone." He looked up at his Bro with a trace of concern. The tawny mouse was just so moody sometimes and as usual, difficult to read.

"Doesn't feel like it," he murmured, quietly sitting on the bed next to Vinnie and not quite making eye contact. "I think it's why she had such an easy time with me."

"Throttle." Vinnie reached across the short distance and gently tilted the other mouse's head upward. His voice paused as he felt the tremor lace threw Throttle's body, the tremor that usually meant the touch was wanted quite badly. "Believe me."

"How can you stand it?" He finally asked, his muzzle shifting to press against Vinnie's strong fingers. "Not having another mouse to be with?"

"It just doesn't bother me, not the way it bothers you. I'm used to not having that." He lapsed into silence for a moment, before continuing even more gravely. "And there's Harley. It's a bit strange to think about being with someone, really being with someone, who isn't her."

Throttle nodded every so slightly. "I know. Even after it all ... I miss Carbine. Miss what we had." He sighed softly and gathered something inside that just couldn't rest.

"Everyone's got scars Throttle," Vinnie murmured. "Some of them just aren't as obvious as others."

"Some that won't be ignored." He trembled very slightly and leaned forward to touch Vinnie's mouth with his own.

The white mouse didn't draw away, but he only held the contact for a brief moment before gently easing Throttle away from him. Though it wasn't resisted, the question was clear on Throttle's face. Despite the shades, Vinnie could easily imagine the look the eyes across from him would have held.

"It's alright," Vinnie said, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile. "I don't want to just fuck you though." He gathered the other mouse into his arms, shifting so that Throttle's back was against his chest and felt his Bro relax into the unfamiliar position until he was resting his cheek on Vinnie's shoulder and his tail was wrapped around the white mouse's waist.

"You're hurting and you're lonely, and those are not good conditions under which to do this."

Throttle simply nodded, not completely getting it but willing to go along as long as it meant getting this much contact he wanted so badly.

"You're never going to be alone as long as I'm around Throttle," Vinnie murmured as he squeezed the other mouse gently in his arms. "I promise you that."

"Thank you," he murmured, relaxing his neck to nuzzle Vinnie as best he could from being in front. "I'm so tired of being alone."

"It really hurts you somehow, doesn't it?" Vinnie knew the answer, but knowing it in his mind, seeing the results and hearing Throttle say it for himself suddenly seemed like very different things.

"Yes," the answer came more easily than either expected as some of the barriers Throttle held himself behind started to crumble.

"Are you okay?"

"I will be," he murmured and all but snuggled into the embrace and contact. "I'm not going to fall apart on you, Bro."

"Good," Vinnie replied, settling his head on Throttle's shoulder and holding the other mouse close. "I really don't want to see that."

"Neither do I," he shuddered slightly. "It's bad. Really bad."

"Well we'll just have to make sure it doesn't happen then, won't we?" Vinnie replied, his voice little more than a whisper by Throttle's ear.

"Yes," he murmured, shifting so he could nuzzle his Bro's neck with a soft lick and kiss.

"Hey," Vinnie chuckled, gently nudging Throttle away. "That tickles."

"Where doesn't it tickle then?" He asked, his voice deep in his throat and decidedly hungry as roles reversed and Throttled pulled Vinnie into his arms and wrapped his tail affectionately around the other mouse.

"Actually, I'm a pretty ticklish guy," Vinnie replied with a smirk that got him kissed. "Don't spread it around."

"I won't," he chuckled low in his throat and ran strong fingers through still lightly damp white fur. "Wouldn't want you to be taken advantage of, especially not with Charley." Throttle smirked, teasingly serious.

"If it does get out I'll know who to blame."

"Then you'll just have to punish me for being a naughty boy," Throttle snickered, his tail roaming over Vinnie's chest with growing intimacy and boldness.

"Throttle," Vinnie said, his voice picking up a little more volume. "That's enough."

He watched confusion, uncertainty and just of touch of anger flicker across Throttle's unusualy open features before the tawny mouse nodded and drew his tail away. In the time it took to blink, he saw his Bro close himself off inside that well developed prison in his mind, though he was still easier to read than usual.

"I told you I wasn't going to sleep with you," Vinnie said gently, catching another flash of uncertainty as Throttle reassessed the new wording.

"You said you didn't want to just fuck me," he corrected quietly, though he did back off a bit more.

"And I don't." He confirmed and watched his Bro go from uncertain to utterly bewildered before apparently connecting the right dots.

"What are the lines?" Throttle finally just asked, too worn out inside to take another struggle today.

"Just relax, alright?" Vinnie murmured, sliding his arms around the other mouse and drawing him back down to snuggle in. "Stop trying so hard to get into my pants and rest."

"All right," he murmured, though even tightly snuggled against the strong white body he was drawing support from it took quite a while for Throttle to actually relax and longer to get over his well-established instincts to take charge of whatever was going on.




"Mind if I stay tonight?" Throttle asked just barely above a whisper when he appeared at the white mouse's shoulder just before Vinnie got to his room.

"You mean stay in my bed?" Vinnie asked easily, shifting a little so he could lean his back up against the wall. A furtive glance down the corridor as he spoke made sure there was no-one watching, or listening.

"Yes." He nodded simply.

"I guess so," Vinnie said with a shrug. "I don't mind."

"Good," he nodded with a weak smile and took a step towards the bedroom.

"You feeling okay Bro?" Vinnie asked as he followed behind the tan mouse, his voice low and serious.

Despite the pause that usually meant Throttle was thinking, he sighed and answered. "Just trying to remember I have friends." He said softly with his face down. "It gets harder every time."

"Hey, I'm always going to be here for you Throttle," Vinnie said softly, resting a hand on Throttle's shoulder. "Modo too."

"I know, Bro." He turned to lean into the contact. "You always have been. I was just starting to think it might be something really there with Brittany." He let out a long breath and shook his head. "Took months to get over hurting every day with Carbine, and this is worse."

"I'm sorry man," Vinnie murmured as he drew Throttle into his arms and against his body, not sure if it was a good or bad thing that his stalwart leader was trembling slightly as he pressed against him and wrapped his arms around the white mouse tightly. "Really."

"I know," he whispered, his voice shaking almost as badly as his body when he pressed his muzzle against Vinnie's neck, breathing in the familiar scent and contact for the comfort it could offer.

Vinnie let him just hold him for a few seconds before he gently nudged him into motion again. "C'mon Bro, let's get you to bed."

Throttle offered no resistance and willingly let himself be led to the bed. He was with it enough to undress himself, even if it was a bit slow and completely on autopilot. Vinnie stripped of quickly and slid into bed, although his attention was more on Throttle than himself. He didn't like the way the tawny mouse was acting, he wasn't sure what it meant but he had a feeling it wasn't good.

Then his Bro was snuggled against him, contacting along their entire bodies. Despite the close contact, it was quickly evident that arousal was not in Throttle's mindset tonight. Slowly, he felt the tawny mouse unwind and slip into the half-rest that passed for Throttle's sleep since the camps.


Morning came too soon for Vinnie, and much to his half awake brain's shock he had a soft furred male body snuggled up against him with the expected morning erection. There was a moment of tension before the last events of the night before came back to mind. "Oh, Throttle," he mumbled to himself, trying to sit up in the bed without disturbing the other mouse too much.

He should have know it was pointless, Throttle's body made the shift to full wakefulness almost instantly, though the brain behind it took a second longer.

"Morning." Throttle stretched slightly, more relaxed than that night.

"Yeah," Vinnie nodded, "Unfortunately."

"It's not too bad." Throttle chuckled and stretched, wrapping his tail gently around Vinnie's torso. "But actually sleeping makes it good."

"But sleeping more would have made it better."

"Then come here," he murmured softly, almost a lover's tone, but there was little evidence of the arousal Throttle must be feeling in the hands that urged Vinnie back down and into their snuggling.

"Don't have to tell me twice," Vinnie murmured as he let Throttle draw him down again, sighing softly as the warmth of his bed and a warm bedmate enveloped him again.

"Haven't slept that well in ages." Throttle murmured into short white fur, his breath ghosting over Vinnie's antennae.

Vinnie's body arched, the gasp out of his mouth almost inaudible, although with his body pressed against Throttle's the response in his groin was clearly evident. So was the surprise in Throttle's.

"Don't do that," Vinnie told the other mouse softly. He felt Throttle shift to avoid a repeat before answering.

"Sorry Bro. Didn't intend ... I didn't realize they were that sensitive."

"It's a headache sometimes," Vinnie replied lazily, "Although mostly it's a good thing. Your breath is just a lot warmer than the air is all."

"I bet it can be incredible," Throttle murmured absently. "Especially with someone who knows what they're doing."

"You got that right," Vinnie said with a smirk. "Like I said, mostly they're a lot of fun."

He could feel the desire to try it in the subtle tensions of Throttle's body where they pressed together, but the tawny mouse didn't act on it. "I don't doubt it." Throttle's voice was a bit thicker, though whether from memories or real time desire was a good debate.

Vinnie didn't know how to respond. Normally he would have ... hell, normally he would never have been in this situation. "So, what, yours really don't do anything?" he asked weakly, fairly sure he already knew the answer.

"Nothing that sensitive," he chuckled softly. "It's good, but to a breath? Must be intense to feel that much."

"You're telling me you don't feel it when someone's got their mouth down near your cock, with warm moist breath all over you?"

"Oh, I feel it," he chuckled softly, his tail and fingers moving slightly around the soft white fur under them. It was the twitching of Throttle's cock against that fur and the hard muscle under it that held more of Vinnie's attention. "But not at the level you reacted at."

"It's morning, I'm not really awake," Vinnie said with a shrug. "Really, it's not that big a deal ... you've never really noticed before now."

"I've never been close enough to." Throttle chuckled and squeezed his Bro gently.

"No, this is all pretty ... out there."

"In a way," he murmured in agreement. "Feels good though, holding you this close."

"I'm glad you're feeling a bit better," Vinnie said with a smile and was squeezed again.

"Thanks to you," Throttle smiled back and nuzzled him gently, ending with a kiss to Vinnie's cheek.

"Hey, what's a brother for?" the white mouse said with a smile.

"Things I shouldn't want to do with one," he murmured softly as a tremor passed through his muscular frame. He let out a deep sigh. "I've felt this way a long time, you know."

"Wanting to screw around with me, you mean?"

"It's a lot more than that," he murmured almost reluctantly. "A lot more."

"What?" Vinnie prompted him

Throttle blushed deep green under his tawny fur before any words came out, and even then they were laced with the embarrassment his face showed.

"I ... I've been in love with you almost since the beginning." He finally got out through a tight throat.

"In love?" Vinnie asked, not quite believing it. "With me? Like, love love? All that valentines day stuff?"

"Yes," he whispered, flushing an even deeper green as his cheeks burned.

The white mouse seemed at a loss of words. "Why?"

"Because ... because I do." Was all he could come up with as embarrassment gave way to humiliation, adding a sickening, almost decaying tone to Throttle's scent.

"Hey," Vinnie murmured, bringing one hand up to cup Throttle's cheek. Both tone and touch were surprisingly gentle and drew a shiver when they made contact. "It's alright."

Throttle couldn't make his mouth form words, even if he had been able to think of them. He could only hold his Bro tightly and try to squeeze his eyes shut to make the formless shame subside for a while.

"Don't be so hard on yourself," Vinnie said softly, smoothing his hands don't Throttle's firm, muscular side. "I never said it was a bad thing."

"I's'not?" He managed to whisper after several attempts, his tail curling even tighter around the white body he was so focused on.

"It's definitely not something you should be this worried about," Vinnie told him softly. "I'm not about to toss you out and never speak to you again or anything."

He felt an almost instant relief wash through Throttle's body, though it was by no means all cleared up. Several minutes of comforting and drawing strength later Throttle managed something coherent again.

"It ... doesn't bother you?"

Vinnie couldn't quite keep himself from laughing. "Throttle we're both naked, in bed together, we've just been discussing how much of a rise my antennae give me ... if that wasn't going to make things awkward then I don't think anything will."

"You're always playing around, though." He countered uncertainly, trying to nail now why he thought there was a difference.

"So?" Vinnie asked and looked up at the struggling mouse he was in bed with.

"I guess ... I just thought it made a difference." He said uncertainly. "Tried not to think about it, most of the time." He murmured.

"You're acting like this is some sort of crime," Vinnie pointed out gently and felt the body against his cringe reflexively.

"It is, where I'm from." He whispered, as much ashamed of that as what he was admitting to. "Kind of thing you get kicked out of town for."

"For being in love with someone?"

"With a guy, yeah." He sort of muttered. "Just not done. Ever. You get a girl, get married, have kids, make sure they do the same."

"Oh!" Surprise and understanding were all meshed together in a single exclamation. "That's what this is about."

Throttle looked at him, an odd looking mixture of relief and complete cluelessness on his features.

"I don't think it's wrong of you Throttle. It's not evil, or sick or whatever. Hell, I played around with heaps of guys, even before we left Mars."

"You ... do?" He repeated rather uncertainly.

Vinnie bit his lips, took a deep breath and tilted his head so that his left antenna brushed briefly against Throttle's. Suddenly Throttle was pressed between two bodies. Hard. Muscular. Male. The unmistakable thickness of a cock skidding across his back, another against his thigh. It was only a momentary contact and only tactile, no vision, no sound, but powerful enough. Pleasurable enough.

"Gods." He gasped sharply, instinctively pressing into the contact he had as the arousal he'd kept largely under control snapped to the forefront of his mind again.

"Yeah," Vinnie murmured as the impressions receded, leaving his Bro gasping for breath as his heart pounded and body ached for more. "You could say that."

"Oh," he breathed heavily, trying to remember to control his hands and tail, which had very different ideas of what to be doing right now.

"So yeah, that's not really an issue for me." He added even as he felt something crack in Throttle from the stress.

The next thing he knew he was on his back and Throttle was over him, kissing him hungrily, the full rock hard length of the tawny mouse's cock rubbing against his groin. Even through the intensity of it, he could feel the resistance in Throttle's frame, the uncertainty at what he was doing and resistance to the drive.

Vinnie was so taken aback by it that for a few moments he couldn't do anything more than lie there while Throttle's tongue plundered his mouth, an experience which in itself made a coordinated response harder. Throttle was not a bad kisser. Eventually he managed to lift his hands and get hold of Throttle's shoulders. Then, as gently as he could, pressed Throttle back up off him.

He could feel the action tip the balance in Throttle back towards control, though it was shaky at best as their groins still pressed against each other and the tawny mouse panted softly. It was one of those moments Vinnie really hated not being able to see Throttle's eyes. So much information would be there that didn't make it nearly so clearly to the mouse's face.

"I shouldn't have done that," Vinnie apologized softly. "It was a bit too much, wasn't it?"

"Yeah," he murmured, taking a deep breath and putting another bit of himself under control. "Never ... anything like that."

"Sorry, I just thought ... I wanted to make sure you knew."

"It's okay, Bro." He took another deep breath and managed to get himself off Vinnie and back onto the sheets, still holding him close. "It's okay."

"Yeah," Vinnie nodded, gently brushing his fingers through Throttle's fur. He knew he risked sending the wrong signals, but for the moment having Throttle aroused was probably preferable to having him feel shunned. Besides, thanks to the image he'd given him arousal was pretty much taken care of.

When Throttle finally settled down enough to think coherently, he kiss Vinnie's cheek and drew away, still painfully hard.

"I need a shower, Bro." He murmured, reluctant on several levels but accepting that Vinnie wouldn't get him off and he really needed to.

"That's probably a good idea," Vinnie nodded. Arousal was so heavy in the air he could taste it as Throttle let him go and slid from the bed. Vinnie got a very good look at Throttle's tight ass when the tawny mouse walked out, not even bothering to dress.

"Fuck me," the white mouse swore as his head fell back onto the pillow. His hands moving to the thickness between his legs almost as if they were drawn there. This was turning out to be one hell of an odd week.




Vinnie was just drifting off in the early morning hours when he heard someone walk quietly into his room, then a heavy weight on the bed next to him.

"Throttle? Is that you?" Vinnie asked anxiously, snapping back to full awareness.

"Yes," the tawny mouse's voice was low and soft and gave no doubt of just how worn out he was. "I thought you were asleep."

"I wasn't far off it," the white mouse replied casually as Throttle stripped down and climbed under the covers to snuggle close, drawing Vinnie close against him.

"Then go to sleep, Bro."

"Are you alright?"

Throttle let a long breath out and sighed in resignation. "I couldn't do it." He admitted very quietly.

"Couldn't do what?" Vinnie asked, his voice carefully neutral.

Throttle still trembled slightly before answering.

"Tell her it was over." He whispered. "I just couldn't, standing there in front of her."

"Throttle ..." Vinnie could feel the words coming. He didn't really want to say them, but they had to be said. It had to happen. "You know that that can't go on, don't you."

It wasn't a question.

"I know." He sighed miserably. "I know."

Vinnie sighed softly, gently sliding one hand along the other mouse's forearm. "I could go, if you want."

"And accomplish what?" He muttered. "It's not going to be me saying it, she's not going to accept it any more than she gave into the grief she got from her friends."

"So they don't think you should be going together either?" Though he tried, he couldn't keep approval from his voice.

"No, they want her with someone she can breed with."

A shiver of revulsion ran through the white mouse's body. "Probably best."

"Except she's not into humans." He sighed and pressed close, almost curling in on himself. "Or kids, or being coerced into things. I can't see the rat when she's in human form."

Vinnie had to bite back the first two things he'd been going to say. "This isn't an option. For either of you."

"Why?" He finally asked weakly. "She isn't one of the mercs."

"You mean aside from the fact Modo'll tear her limb from limb?" He could do it too, with that arm. Vinnie had always been glad his biggest bro was usually slow to anger.

"He wouldn't." Throttle balked at the idea. "She's not part of it."

"If he didn't ... I think I'd be even more worried," Vinnie confessed.

"Why?" He looked over, confused and past caring if he showed it.

"Modo doesn't usually get this upset over things. He's kinda settled down a bit since he thinks this is all done with, but if he knew ..." Vinnie shook his head. "I don't wanna be there for it. I'll tell you that much."

"And I will be," Throttle sighed, his body going lax into something reminiscent of surrender.

"No." Vinnie said forcefully. "You have to stop this Throttle."

"For all of us," he said softly, realizing that it would cost all five of them their lives and many more if he didn't find the strength to do it no matter the personal cost. It wouldn't be the first time he'd given up something he valued for them, though it was by far the hardest so far.

Vinnie nodded, and when he spoke again his voice was much softer. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry it had to be this way."

"So am I," he replied, the knot that was his heart encouraging him to sleep, maybe forever, no matter how unlikely it was to happen.


"He wasn't BSing us, Bro." Modo's deep voice startled the hell out of Vinnie as the white mouse was eating breakfast alone.

"Yow!" Vinnie jumped, twisting around in his chair to find the taller mouse standing behind him. "Geez big guy, give me a heart attack next time. What did you say?"

"Throttle wasn't BSing about her not being a Rat." He rumbled, crossing his arms. "No Rat we faced could do the things these do."

"We both saw what we saw Modo."

"And now I've seen a lot more." He said simply. "They're humans that can look like rats. It's sickening, but they aren't Rats."

"So what are you saying? You want Throttle running around with one of these things?"

"No, but if she's not a Rat, do either of us have any grounds for making him leave someone he cares that much about?"

Vinnie shook his head slowly. "It can't be good Modo ... if nothing else she's been lying to him for as long as they've known each other. The others like her don't want it either."

"No, they don't." The gray mouse agreed darkly. "And we don't. But they are not our enemy no matter what they look like. She made him happy, which is more than can be said for any of us."

"They're not going to be happy Modo. No-one supports them, on either side." The white mouse sighed softly. "I don't want to hurt him, but ..."

"He's already been hurt." He retorted quietly. "From the look on his face when he left, maybe more than he can take. If we're right, this will end in it's own time without us becoming his enemy for it. If we're wrong, he's going to have a little happiness in this life, even if it's not with his true love, someone he cares about enough to be this torn up over."

"I can't be happy about this, Modo. I'd expect you to be able to understand that."

"Understand? Completely." He nodded and leaned back, focusing on the white mouse solidly. "Unless you intend to compete for his attentions, she's not the enemy. No matter what she looks like, she's human. She bleeds red."

"That doesn't make her human," Vinnie retorted. "Humans don't ... do that."

"Some do." Charley butted into the conversation from where she'd been listening quietly from the doorway. "Not many, but it's been known for a long time."

"This isn't ..." Vinnie snapped at her but managed to keep himself from finishing the sentence, continuing in a somewhat more reasonable tone of voice. "You weren't there Charley-girl."

"No, I wasn't. Not Mars and not when you saw her." She agreed easily. "But I know Earth's races better than you. Lycanthropes are old news, and they're human. Weird humans, but human."

"Fine, whatever," the white mouse muttered and turned back to his food. "She can bloody well keep her distance from me though."

"If you hadn't noticed, she was doing that anyway." Modo shook his head uncomfortably and turned to walk back into the living room to watch TV.




"What're you up to out here?" Vinnie's voice rang through the garage, tone a little more serious than the flippant words might suggest. "It's been hours."

"Nothing really." The tawny mouse shrugged. Though he was apparently working on Lady, a closer look showed he wasn't really doing anything, just staring into space and moving things a bit every so often.

"That's kinda what I figured," Vinnie nodded with a sigh. "What's happened?"

"I did what I had to." He said simply, in pain past the point of truly feeling it anymore.

It took Vinnie a couple of seconds to catch on. "Oh. How'd she take it?"

"Like I expected." He shrugged, though he gave up any pretence of working as the memories came crashing down on him again.

"I'm sorry man," Vinnie said softly, moving slowly across the garage toward the other mouse.

"No you aren't." Throttle spat back, though there was little venom in it and he didn't look up, his back still turned on Vinnie as he faced Lady and his tail draped limply around his knee. "You hate her."

"I'm not sorry she gone," Vinnie admitted, "I'm sorry you're hurting."

Throttle had no answer to that. It just hurt too much right now knowing he'd sent away what was likely his best shot at love on this world. He couldn't even begin to make himself think about what his admission to Vinnie three mornings ago would turn into.

"You want me to go don't you?" Vinnie asked softly.

"No." He said softly and stood to reach for his helmet. "I will. It's my problem."

"Throttle, I didn't ... You don't have to ..." Vinnie shook his head and turned back towards the door. "It's all right. I'll go."

He heard Lady's engine rumble to life behind him and the screech of tires as the bike all but launched herself from the garage.




"Vinnie?" Charley's voice was quiet, almost confidential, when she approached him in the garage while he worked on Girl's weapons systems.

"Yeah?" The mouse didn't even look up as he replied. He hadn't been in the best of moods lately. Not that she could blame him, or Throttle for his. But it was making the place difficult to live in.

"Can we talk frankly for a little while?"

"Lately all anyone does is talk frankly," the white mouse groused.

"Just not about what's ripping this team apart." She sighed and crossed her arms, leaning back against Lady. "Throttle's in love with you."

"Yeah," Vinnie nodded. "He told me."

"Vinnie, that's what's tearing him up." Charley elaborated with a low sigh. "He's got it in his head it's something about him that you don't want to touch."

"He knows better than that," Vinnie replied. "It's not as though we haven't been sharing a bed."

"Not since he broke with Brittany." She said quietly and drew a deep breath. "Look, whatever happened, he doesn't know better. He still wants to be your boyfriend, if not more."

"Look, you might not have noticed but four words is a long conversation for us lately. Somehow I doubt Throttle's really aching for my company."

Charley could only sigh in frustration and press her forehead into one palm. "Vinnie, people do that when something hurts too much to deal with. Throttle definitely does. He's avoiding you because he doesn't know how else to handle the rejection he thinks happened."

"And this is all my fault somehow? Is that what you're getting at?" The frustration of the last week came through sharply in Vinnie's tone.

"If it's anyone's fault it's Modo's for being too blasted nosy about Throttle's lovelife." She shot back. "Throttle's hurting, you're hurting and there's not a single damn reason for it except neither of you can work up the guts to sort it out. I know he got some of it wrong," she paused for a deep breath and cooled her tone. "Vinnie, you're the one that can change this situation right now. Throttle's not rational enough to do it on his own."

"He's not gonna be happy to see me Charley," Vinnie said, shaking his head slowly. "Like I said, we hardly talk anymore."

"Please try." She asked softly and reached out to put a hand on the muscular white furred shoulder to squeeze it gently. "We ... he ... needs you to try."

"Okay Charley-girl," the mouse nodded slowly. "I'll try and talk to him."

"Thanks," she let out a long breath of relief. "I knew I could count on you do to your best for him."

"Yeah," Vinnie sighed softly. "For all the good it'll do."


Vinnie stood outside Throttle's door for a long time, feeling alternately like an idiot for just hanging there and for ever getting talked into doing this in the first place. Whatever good Charley was expecting to come out of this, she was probably going to be disappointed.

Eventually he managed to work himself to lifting a hand and knocking twice on door.

"Yes." Throttle's voice was rough, tight and quiet.

"It's me," Vinnie replied. "Can I come in?"

"Sure," His voice took on a surprised edge and a tail opened it from the inside to reveal the tawny mouse lying on his bed. Though he'd been reviewing some kind of report, his gaze was now focused on his Bro.

Vinnie stepped into the room and shut the door behind him, leaning up against the wall as he tried to figure out what the hell he was going to say.

"What's that you're reading?" he asked, hoping for a relatively easy beginning.

"Security report on Plutarkian activities on Earth."

"Oh, not much fun then."

"No," he agreed quietly, his gaze never leaving the white mouse. "Charley talked to you, didn't she?"

"Uh, yeah. I guess you could call it that."

"She make any sense?" Throttle asked quietly.

"I think 'sense' left the building a while ago," Vinnie said shaking his head, though the statement actually made Throttle chuckle. "She said you needed me, and she knew damn well that'd get me up here."

That turned him serious again, though he was clearly no more comfortable than Vinnie and dropped his face before speaking again.

"Why?" He asked the only question he'd been able to think about.

"Why what?" Vinnie asked quietly.

"Why did you ... say no."

"You mean why wouldn't I fuck you?"

Throttle flinched slightly at the phrasing but nodded. "I guess, if that's all it'd be for you."

"Well that's kinda the point, isn't it?" Vinnie said softly. "Look, I learned a long time ago that you don't just screw around with people you're actually going to have to deal with afterwards. It never works out really well."

Throttle looked up and over at him again, his expression utterly unreadable. "Is that all 'I love you' means to you?" He asked softly.

"No," Vinnie sighed, "But that's a hell of a thing to drop on a guy like that. More than two seconds to consider might have been nice."

"I ... I didn't mean to say it like that, but it's been a week and not so much as 'I'm thinking' or 'maybe'." He whispered, pulling his knees tightly against his chest. "Feels like you've been avoiding me."

"Well, things have been kinda rough," the white mouse said weakly. "There hasn't been much time I wasn't thinking about it."

It was enough to draw Throttle's face back up, a trace of hope on it he was almost too afraid to allow. "Is that a maybe?" He asked through a tight throat.

"Yeah ... I mean ... damnit I barely know what I mean. Things have been seriously screwed up lately."

"Yeah, they have been." Throttle agreed with a very shaky smile. "Good thing we have friends watching out for us. Even when they're annoying."

"Someone's gotta do it I guess."

"Yeah," Throttle's smile was a little more firm. "We sure weren't."

Vinnie sighed and slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor. "How did things get so screwed up between us?"

"Because I wasn't thinking enough to say things right, much less react reasonably to what you did." He shook his head and slipped from the bed to kneel next to Vinnie and drew him gently into his arms. "I'm sorry about that, Bro."

"Reasonable hasn't been on the menu for either of us," Vinnie murmured as he rested his head on Throttle's shoulder and was drawn closer into the embrace they both needed.


"Throttle," Vinnie said softly, sometime later. "Have you really thought about this?"

"Too much, really." He murmured, nuzzling Vinnie's neck gently. "It wasn't an easy thing for me to accept."

"What about Modo?" Vinnie asked softly. "If we ... I mean if there's 'us' where does that leave him? And how's he gonna take it?"

"We're still Bros. It's all he's ever wanted of us." He said softly.

"Yeah, I guess so. I just don't want this getting any more fucked up," Vinnie sighed softly.

"Modo and Charley both think it's a good thing." Throttle murmured. "I've gotten lectures from them both."

"I didn't get the Modo version," Vinnie nodded. "Although that might be just as well, really."

"I've been getting them longer than you," Throttle sort of chuckled. "He just about boxed my ears when he found out I hadn't said anything for all these years."

"Yeah, well, I got the 'he shouldn't be going out with her' talk and the 'he should be going out with her' talk but never the 'he should be going out with you' one." Vinnie shook his head slowly. "I guess we don't really have to worry about that angle."

"No, not really. We just have to worry about us."

"Yeah, us." Vinnie paused for a moment. "It's a little weird."

"Yeah, it is, Bro." He murmured and pulled him tight. "It's just between us."

"I guess it's up to us to make the most of it then," Vinnie murmured softly, tentative brushing one hand down along Throttle's side. He felt the thrill of muscles ripple under his fingers and the sharp breath of surprise. Then Throttle's tail was around him in a light, caressing embrace.

"Yes," Throttle whispered through a suddenly tight throat and kissed Vinnie's neck. Despite his surprise, he'd wanted this so long that he simply rolled with the touch and tried to remind himself that this wasn't a fantasy, that his Bro was very real in his arms.

"Throttle, just hold on a second, alright?" Vinnie drew back slightly. He couldn't help but smile at the look on the tan mouse's face. "We really need to get up off the floor."

He nodded, pulling his reactions together and shifted to get his feet under him to stand, half pulling Vinnie up with him.

"The bed would be more comfortable." He murmured softly and lowered his muzzle to kiss his Bro very gently.

Vinnie slipped an arm around Throttle's waist and drew him close, kissing him softly and surprisingly chastely. "They usually are."

A small smile crossed Throttle's face as years worth of tension and worrying began to melt away. With a second chaste kiss he ran his along Vinnie's flanks, in no real hurry to lay down, though he was headed that way.

"You really have wanted this for a long time, haven't you?" Vinnie asked softly, the reality of it beginning to seep though.

"Since a few months after we met," he nodded, taking a step towards the bed. "It took a few years to really admit it, but part of me was in love with you before I'd even call you Bro."

"Wow." It seemed to be pretty much the only word Vinnie could fit around the topic.

Throttle simply nodded and sat down on his bed, though this time he didn't draw Vinnie along. Instead he left one hand outstretched, an invitation that permitted refusal. Vinnie smiled as he took Throttle's hand and slid down beside him. "Just don't be expecting a headlong rush towards sex," he murmured softly. "This is all still a bit weird."

"It's a lot weird Bro." He chuckled softly, a sound more free that Vinnie could remember hearing from his over serious leader before. "And I'm not in any rush." He whispered and drew the white mouse close again, not wasting the opportunity for a tender, chaste kiss. "Not anymore."


Vinnie woke with a low moan as his body responded instinctively to the intense pleasure of a mouth gently suckling one of his antennae and a hard male body against his back as he rested on his side with a strong tail and arm around him.

The second moan was deeper, longer, as pleasure running directly down into his brain began to wash away his normal morning drowsiness. "Ohhhhh, oh that's good."

It had the desired effect. Not only did his lover continue, but he added a little tongue action to the sucking wet heat that engulfed Vinnie's most sensitive part. Unlike most times his pleasure drenched brain had experienced this, this time there didn't seem to be any hurry to do anything more. The hand and tail, while they caressed his body, weren't moving to his groin and the hard male rod against his back made no move to drive into him to sate itself.

Vinnie's tail twisted up and around the solid body behind him, drawing it closer. Another moan escaped through his lips as his own hands slipped between his legs. His fingers traced along his shaft before curling around it to grip more tightly.

His lover seemed to take the hint and moved a hand down to cup and roll the silky white balls without distracting any attention from the antenna in his mouth. A tremor ran down along Vinnie's spine, his chest heaving as he panted and moaned. "Oh yeah, oh gods yeah."

It was encouragement well spent as a tail added itself to the pleasure giving, winding itself around his other antennae to stroke it in a rhythm set by the movements of Vinnie's hand. That brought a sharp, wordless cry from the white mouse's throat. A thin, slick trickle of precum began to trickle down the length of his cock as he twisted and moaned in Throttle's arms, surrendering to the pleasure without hesitation or reservation until he arched back with a second, louder cry and his body took cover completely. With only a few more fast, hard jerks of his hand Vinnie emptied his balls onto the sheets.

His head fell limply back down against the pillow, the rest of his body following suit. For a moment he just lay there, panting.

"Fuck me," the white mouse swore softly, bringing an instantly noticeable level of tension to the mouse still holding him.

"I ... I shouldn't have done that." Throttle murmured, a mixture of regret and concern in his voice as he held his lover.

"Don't worry, I'm not exactly the poster boy for restraint when someone gets their mouth around my antennae," Vinnie managed to say. "I thought you'd never done that before."

"I've done that, girls and guys," he explained quietly. "I've fooled around a little, but it was just fooling around. Hands and stuff."

"You're pretty good."

"Thanks," he murmured and kissed Vinnie's neck lightly. "I remember it being a very nice way to wake up."

"I dunno that 'nice' is the word I'd use," Vinnie chuckled, twisting around so he could kiss Throttle softly and felt himself be enveloped in the welcoming embrace. "I'm not complaining too much though."

"Good," he murmured and claimed a chaste kiss. "I like waking you up like that."

"Well, it solves one morning problem," Vinnie said with a smirk.

"And you're not likely to complain about your alarm clock anymore." Throttle chuckled and kissed his nose playfully.

"No," Vinnie chuckled softly, "Although I may just have gotten myself one of the most unique alarm clocks on the planet."

"Definitely the stubbornest." He stroked his hands along Vinnie's back, pulling the white mouse close as his body relaxed again with a content sigh despite it's intense arousal.

"You know if we could get breakfast delivered I could just stay here all day."

"Mmm, I like that idea," he nuzzled in close as another content breath came out. "Maybe in a little while."

"Yeah," Vinnie murmured, drawing Throttle closer until he could feel the other mouse's breath against his cheek. "Later."


"You've completely corrupted him, Bro." Modo's deep voice was laced with amusement as Vinnie and Throttle finally made it into the kitchen for breakfast. "He used to be up before me."

"Modo," Vinnie said, surprised. He hadn't really thought about where the big mouse had been getting to mornings, but this was the first time in almost a week that Modo had been here when the pair had come down to breakfast. Suddenly Vinnie found himself wishing he'd found more than just his boxers to wear down the stairs.

"I didn't used to sleep." Throttle smiled and looped his tail around Vinnie's waist.

"That is just so cute." Charley grinned at the lovers from the kitchen door.

"We're not cute," Vinnie retorted, busying himself by starting to assemble some breakfast and ignore the fact that Throttle was clearly just as comfortable holding him with an audience as alone.

"Adorable then." She chuckled softly. "And very hot."

"Well, everyone's known that about us for ages," Vinnie said with a grin and felt his boyfriend kiss his neck affectionately.

"So are you going to stay downstairs this time, or wonder back up to bed?" Modo asked without a trace of the amusement in his voice that was showing on his face.

"I'm not sure we've decided yet," Vinnie replied.

"Depends on what's going on down here." Throttle chuckled softly and glanced over at his two friends. "Though we have been rather anti-social lately."

"Movie fest?" Charley offered.

"I think we could probably live through that," Vinnie smirked, glancing at Throttle before he replied. "As long as we can have the couch."

"Not a problem." Modo grinned at them. "It'll be good to have you two around again, and friendly."

"Or frisky." Charley added teasingly.

"Hey, watch it," Vinnie shot back with a smirk. "I'm spoken for now."

"I think she means frisky with me." Throttle whispered in his boyfriend's ear with a teasing tail.

"Well that's a different issue altogether," the white mouse smirked, pressing back against the solid muscle of Throttle's body.

"Mmm, yes." Throttle rumbled and pulled him even closer, leaving no doubt as to the tawny mouse's interest in being frisky.

Vinnie reached up to press his lips against Throttle's, kissing him softly and at length. "Breakfast," he reminded to other mouse as they came apart.

"You for breakfast sounds good to me," Throttle grinned and claimed another long kiss.

"Well if that's the case we didn't even need to come downstairs."

"You wanted real food." Throttle reminded him teasingly.

"But you don't seem to want to let me get it," Vinnie chuckled.

"Then don't let me distract you, pretty boy." He grinned and nuzzled him again.

"Oh like I've got any chance," Vinnie laughed and got another kiss on the neck.

"If you two get to the couch, I'll bring munchies out." Charley finally laughed and gave them a push towards the living room. "Modo can handle the DVD."

Vinnie grinned and leaned in close to Throttle again. "Wanna run upstairs and grab us a blanket?" He asked softly, before separating himself from the other mouse and walking over to stretch out on the couch.

His lover laughed and shook his head before making a bolt run upstairs for it.

"Those two are insatiable." Modo shook his head, though he was grinning as he said it.

"At least they're in a good mood. I'll take this over last week any day." Charley countered.

"No argument there."


"Just how much of this sort of thing have you done?" Vinnie asked softly as they lat together in Throttle's bed, his hands running deftly through tan fur. "With guys, I mean."

"You've probably tripled it." He answered quietly and drew his lover close for a leisurely kiss. "Nothing more than we've done."

"So you've never had sex with another guy?"

"No. Just fooled around with one once." He shook his head a bit.

"But you want to, right?" Vinnie asked seriously. "I mean, you got a serious charge that time I let you feel a bit of me playing around."

"Yes, and yes, with you." Throttle murmured as a trace of nervousness and excitement lanced through his body. "You're ready?"

"Most of the guys I sleep with I've never met until an hour or so beforehand, so this has been a bit strange. But yeah, I think I am ... as long as you're sure that's what you want."

Throttle smiled and lifted one hand to caress the furred part of Vinnie's right cheek. "Yes, I do. I trust you know what you're doing." He added in a soft murmured with a kiss.

"Have you thought any about how you want it?" Vinnie asked softly. "I mean, do you want me inside you, or the other way around?"

He knew from the surprise telegraphed by his lover's body what the answer was even before Throttle shook his head a little sheepishly.

"Not really." He admitted, brushing a hand along one antenna. "I know I can make you feel good, even if I only have sort of a clue what I'm doing."

"You're gonna do me an injury with those one day," Vinnie chuckled jokingly. "Did you ever take a girl under her tail?"

"No," he admitted quietly, though his body was no less eager for the extended questioning. "Never tried that either."

Vinnie chuckled softly and rolled over on top of the other mouse, straddling his waist so he could feel the thick length of Throttle's cock against his rump.

"Do you want to get up under my tail?"

The sharp breath and tremble of muscle and cock under him gave credence to the breathy 'yes' that came with Throttle's hands stroking his hips. Even without seeing the eyes of his lover, every line and twitch reinforced the verbal answer.

Vinnie's tail curled up and around his chest as he rubbed his rump back against his Bro's thick maleness, making a shameless erotic display that had its desired effect. Things had been strange for the last week or so, pleasant but still strange, but all of a sudden it seemed perfectly right to take Throttle inside him. He wanted to make the other mouse scream his name the way that he did when Throttle's tongue played along his antennae.

"What ... next?" Throttle's breath was already ragged, his cock twitching eagerly against his lover's balls and ass.

Vinnie's cocky grin seemed to light up his face, even if half of it was metallic and unmovable. "What do you think, hot stuff?"

It took a couple deep breathes for Throttle to get an answer out and even that was only a guess. "Lube?"

Vinnie leaned down across Throttle so he could whisper in the other mouse's ear. "Actually that's already taken care of. Touch me and see."

Throttle almost whimpered, the hunger of his body shorting out all his nervousness about what he was doing. He didn't hesitate much to move one hand from the white hip to run down the crack of Vinnie's ass, seeking the furless pucker. He didn't hesitate to press his finger inside gently and shuddered with anticipation at the slick, tight heat that surrounded it.

The soft sigh of pleasure by his ear was matched by a clenching tightness of the smooth warm passage around Throttle's finger. "Ah, yeah. I'm gonna take you're cock in there hot stuff. I'm gonna make you cum."

"I have no doubt." Throttle breathed sharply and drew his finger out. He guided Vinnie's hips forward, his tail keeping track of where he was trying to go and guiding the hard rod of flesh to it's goal. With one hand he pulled his lover's hand down for a searingly intense kiss just as he rocked his hips up and forward to press against the stretched and slick opening.

Vinnie moaned into Throttle's open mouth as his body was opened up, his legs wrapping tighter around the other mouse's body as he sank himself further down onto the shaft of flesh. He felt his lover tremble with the embrace of the slick, tight heat. The half whimpered cries of pleasure were as much a warning as Throttle's stated inexperience that this would not be long.

"Just let go," Vinnie panted as he ground his hips down against his lover's. "Gods Throttle, make me wet inside."

It was enough to break the tawny mouse's tenuous hold on self control and his hands tightened on Vinnie's hips, pulling them down as he thrust up with the full force of being on the very edge. He only drew half way out before burring himself fully with a wordless cry of intense pleasure and surprise while his balls tightened to deliver their first load deep into Vinnie's ass.

Vinnie moaned softly and stretched out along Throttle's body, holding the other mouse close with both arms and legs, while he kept the other mouse's cock buried deep inside him.

"I'm what you might call a hungry bottom," He explained with a chuckle. "I love the feeling of another guy inside me."

"I think ... that won't be ... a problem." He panted, shuttering slightly as sensitive skin was milked by Vinnie's body. "That was intense."

"That was nothing," Vinnie chuckled softly, "But for a first time it was pretty good."

"I'm sure you'll have fun showing me all the tricks." Throttle chuckled softly and drew his lover in for a soft kiss. "Do you like to cum with someone in you?"

"I just like to cum Throttle, you know that."

"Then how do you like it best?" He murmured between light kisses.

"Hot, and hard. You do a pretty serious number on me in the mornings, you know."

"Mmm," Throttle suddenly grinned and pulled out of his lover only to press Vinnie chest down against the bed. "Something I always found fun," he rumbled and pressed back inside his lover, tail and arms positioning them and tipping Vinnie's head upwards. "Is sharing it." He breathed hotly against the strong white neck under him.

Vinnie moaned raggedly as Throttle thrust himself back into the mouse's warm, slick body, the angle allowing for a deeper penetration this time. "Hot damn mouse," he said raggedly. "Don't listen to anyone who says you're not a quick learner."

"I don't," he rumbled and lowered his head almost against Vinnie's shoulder, touching their antennae together even as his tail tip wound up to curl around all four to gently squeeze and stroke while the sensations from each body flowed to the other's brain.

"Holy Fuck," Vinnie moaned, the muscles along his back tightening all the way down to his ass, which gripped Throttle's shaft tightly, which he felt in turn as a wet heat tightening around his own cock. Throttle began to thrust in and out, taking Vinnie's ass with as much aggression and power as any.

Vinnie twisted and moaned beneath the other mouse as that thick cock impaled him again and again, each stroke echoed in his brain as if it were his own. Throttle had only just cum but Vinnie was more susceptible. It wasn't long before a gave a loud, wordless cry and began pumping his seed out across the sheets.

It was enough to send Throttle over the edge again, his body tightening and feeding the pleasure of it's orgasm right back into Vinnie's mind and taking the results on Vinnie's body back into itself in a cycle that wrought a throat scorching scream from Throttle when he emptied himself into Vinnie's ass a second time.

The power of it left both mice lying there in the sweat and seed soaked sheets, panting and trying to recover their breath.

"Holy fuck," Vinnie groaned once he'd recovered his voice and settled down a little. "And you're sure you've never done that before?"

"Not with a guy." He breathed heavily, utterly unwilling to move yet.

"So you're just naturally incredible in bed?"

"Yap." He chuckled softly.

"Smartass," Vinnie accused good-naturedly.

"You're one to talk," he chuckled against his neck and thrust experimentally again.

"Oh gods you feel good in there Bro." Vinnie moaned, rubbing himself back up against Throttle's body as the rhythm picked up again.


"I think there's a new definition of codependent sexaholic in the making." Charley chuckled softly as she shared breakfast with Modo to the sounds of Throttle and Vinnie in their bedroom.

"At least they sleep late enough so we can." He grinned back. "I really thought those two would never sort it out."


"I want you in me tonight." Throttle murmured in Vinnie's ear while his hand made sure the white mouse was good and hard and far too aroused to put up much resistance.

Still the white mouse's eyes widened. "You're sure?"

"Yes," he nodded and kissed him softly. "It's not a new idea, thanks to feeling you enjoy it so much."

Vinnie smirked, brushing his fingers up along Throttle's antennae, enjoying the soft moan it drew. "Yeah, well, you've got a lot to do with that you know."

"I've gathered that," he chuckled and kissed him softly. "I want to feel it the other way around."

"You'll need lube," Vinnie said, displaying a surprising degree of restraint that didn't have long to wait as Throttle's tail delivered the tube they usually used.

"I guessed as much."

"Roll over hot stuff," Vinnie grinned, "I'll get you set up."

It was an order easily complied with. Throttle relaxed his chest on the pillows and lifted his tail, draping it over a hip and around his thigh as he knelt, eager and excited. The gel was slightly cool against his tailhole as Vinnie applied a generous glob, rubbing it slowly around the opening in a slow, circular motion. He slicked his finger up again before gently pressing it against the entrance to the other mouse's body. It drew a low moan of pleasure and shudder from Throttle as he tried to remember to remain relaxed as he was stretched and prepared.

Vinnie smiled as he slowly slid his finger back and forward through Throttle's body. Memories of his first time were largely buried beneath the massive weight of his experiences since, but he was determined to make Throttle's first penetration an enjoyable one.

It seemed to be working too, if Throttle's moans, breathing and twitching were any indication. Mixed with the arousal in his scent and the entire presentation was hard to resist. Vinnie was almost painfully aware of the hardness between his legs and the thudding of his heart as he slipped a second finger into Throttle's body, opening him up a little more. Each moan and spreading of Throttle's legs in invitation made it harder to take his time. By the time he pressed his third finger inside Throttle had started to pant and the smell of precum lased the air.

"Don't get too worked up there stud," Vinnie said, his voice shaky. "I want to get in you too."

"Do it," he moaned threw his panting. "Now."

Vinnie swallowed and nodded, shifting up behind Throttle on his knees, he head of his cock resting against the slickeded opening. "You ready?"

"Yes!"

That was all Vinnie needed, his hips thrusting forward into Throttle's warmth before the word was even all the way out. He felt his lover grunt and tighten in an odd sort of surprise at the intrusion. But as he held there, buried up to his balls in Throttle's body, he felt his lover relax and begin to moan again in pleasure.

"That's it," Vinnie moaned his encouragement. It was all he could do to keep his thrusts relatively smooth and even while all his instincts and desires screamed at him to pound away. Throttle's body was tight and smooth, virgin territory in a very literal sense, and Vinnie was in heaven.

He felt Throttle's tail wrap up and around his body, the tip finding his antennae and laying them flat against his skull, caressing them in a half coordinated match to his thrusts. It was just too much. Vinnie gave a half-formed cry and thrust himself as deep into Throttle as he could before his seed started to spurt out in long, warm ropes.

"Ohhh, yeah." Throttle moaned and shuddered at the first hand sensations he'd felt through his lover so many times. It wasn't enough to make him cum, but the heavy hardness between his legs was testament to how good it still felt.

"Holy fuck," Vinnie swore as he lay across Throttle's back. His fingers gently traced up along Throttle's thighs to the hot, dry hardness there. "That was great."

"Lasted as long as I did." He chuckled before another moan from the attention on his cock stole his voice.

"We were both pretty wound up," Vinnie nodded as his hands worked towards Throttle's release. It was something his skilled fingers told him wouldn't take long, and he felt Throttle tighten around him with a deep, shuddering moan several strokes before Throttle threw his head back with a roar and clenched tightly, pumping his seed out over Vinnie's fingers and the sheets below them.

Vinnie chuckled and took the end of one antenna into his mouth as Throttle's moment passed, drawing several more moans and shivers as he toyed with it for a few moments before he let it go.

"So what do you think, biker-boy?"

"I like." He managed between panting breaths and tipped his head up to rub against Vinnie's cheek.

"I kinda got that impression," Vinnie grinned and felt the chuckle of his boyfriend around his cock and against his chest.

"I wasn't doubting it would be." Throttle smiled and relaxed, slowly sliding down to lay flat on the bed with Vinnie still deep inside him and lying on top.

"You're a hot lay Throttle, really," Vinnie said softly, laying a kiss against the back of Throttle's neck. "Thank you."

"Mmm?" he made a questioning sound even as he smiled at the attention and relaxed rather happily like this, his ass twitching around the solid shaft buried in it. "Thank you?"

"For being with me."

Throttle smiled and wrapped his tail around his lover. "I say the same thing every morning." He murmured softly. "It's never felt this good to be with someone."

"It's different somehow," Vinnie agreed, his hands gently stroking Throttle's sides. "I like it."

"Yes," Throttle smiled and relaxed the rest of the way, content to soak in the pleasure and presence of what he had and relish ever moment of it.

Blind Fires of Passion

PG-13 for M/F, NC-17 for M/M
Het Level is Medium
Slash Level is Slash Smut Level is Low
Femslash Level is None
Herm Level is None

85 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Finished
Written May 18, 2003 by Rauhnee Ranshanka and Vorex

Setting: Biker Mice from Mars, World of Darkness (generic)

Primary Races: Human, Martian Mice, Were

Contents: Furry. Het (M/F). Slash (M/M).

Pairings: Throttle/F, Throttle/Charley, Throttle/Vinnie

Blurb: When Throttle's girlfriend is captured by Karbunckle, the rescue turns into something much more heartbreaking, and it's Vinnie who ends up picking up the pieces.

Disclaimer: All things taken directly from the sources listed under 'Fandoms' belong to the owners of those shows. No harm is intended and we're definitely not making any money. Now, the things we created are ours, and if you see 'Non-FanFic' up there, it's probably all ours.

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