Hybrid Theory Chapter 12
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Chapter Twelve
Trials...
New Year's Eve. Another holiday, another big party, this time at Grexl's shop of all places. The choice was made because it was roomy and close enough that we could watch the New Year's fireworks that were shot from the top of the mountain nearby. There were a lot of people we didn't know, friends of Mark's and friends of Grexl's. Rav kept introducing me as his fiancé. I was kind of nervous at first, but since hearing the old legend, it started to just sound...right. We partied until the New Year and watched as the fireworks exploded -- it made me think about the colors in the sky in that legend Kathy told, then as the display ended, Grex called us all back inside and made sure everybody had a glass of champagne. He stood by a motorcycle engine on a hoist and banged on it with a wrench.
"Attention...can I have everybody's attention?" he said, and the room went quiet. "Mark and I have an announcement."
"Everybody here, free your calendar for March. The third week in March you'll all be expected to attend our wedding" he yelled. The whole place burst into celebration!
The ensuing celebration lasted until early morning. Kris, Kathy, Danny, Rav and I finally left around 4am. Rav and I stumbled up the stairs and into bed still wearing our clothes. Technically, according to local laws, we weren't old enough to be drinking. We may or may not have broken said local laws - I'll never tell. In any case we were passed out in no time.
For the first time in a long time, I didn't have a protuberance poking into me when I clawed my way to consciousness. My mouth was dry as the desert and my breath smelled like I'd eaten vomit from someone who'd thrown up rotten roadkill. Rav was still on his back sawing logs. I got up and peeled off my clothes that were sticky from my sweat since I'd slept in them last night. I flipped on the bathroom light and cursed as the light stabbed me in the brain. I stood at the sink and swallowed two full glasses of water. Rav came running in and hit his knees in front of the toilet and voided his entire digestive system into it. I filled the glass again and stood by as the second wave hit him. He stayed still for a minute to make sure it was over, then flushed and took the glass from me.
"I don't think you and alcohol are a good match" I told him. He nodded in agreement and poised over the bowl again, not sure if the water was going to come back up. After a minute or so, he appeared to be alright. I helped him up and undressed him, even though my head was pounding like the little drummer boy. As hot as he is, I had no desire for anything but a shower at this point. The evil light was just too damned much for either of us. Rav flipped the switch. There was enough light coming in the frosted window. We got in the shower, and I got the water going, very warm. Even after we washed one another, we stood under the hot stream for a long time. The throbbing in my head was settling a little; I still felt like a couple of Advil would be great though. We got dried off and dressed. I looked at the bed. Between sex and sweating it was a garbage heap. I started stripping the sheets and wet a pillowcase and wiped down the headboard where my emissions had landed and left a crusty white line down the leather. I threw them and all our dirty clothes in the hamper, and we took them down to the main house.
Nobody was up yet, so I went in the laundry room and started loading the washer while Rav went and found us both some headache meds. We took the pills with a shared glass of water, and I threw a detergent packet into the washer and hit the button. When we went back into the kitchen, Kris was stumbling around preparing the coffeemaker. He got it set up and going and stood at the sink drinking glasses of water like I'd done earlier. I went to put our glass in the sink when his smell hit me.
"Damn Kris! You need a shower" I said.
"Shhhh!' he shushed me. His head was banging. Rav reached in the cabinet and handed him the bottle of Advil with a half-smile.
"Oh gods...Just kill me now..." Kathy said as she slowly made her way to the couch. I filled a glass of water and Rav took her the pills.
"Happy New Year, everybody" I said quietly, afraid of being murdered if I was too loud.
The coffeemaker spluttered as it finished brewing its elixir. Kris poured two cups and took them in the living room, handing one to Kathy. I poured Rav and I each a cup and added milk and honey the way we both preferred it. We all sat in the dim living room coming to life again.
"What time is it even?" Kris asked. I hadn't even checked when we got up. I pulled my phone from my pocket -- it said 3:15pm. I told Kris.
"Damn, I haven't slept that late since I was your age" he said. Kathy looked up rubbing her head.
"You guys hungry?" she asked. Rav looked queasy for a second. "I can wait" he said. I told them about his early morning experience.
"That's the god's punishment for you breaking rules" Kris said. Rav didn't look too convinced. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a notification was on my screen, I didn't notice it earlier. I tapped it.
"Happy New Year, baby. Hope you're okay" the text from mom said.
"I am doing great. How is Vanterra?" I texted. I saw my GDC balance drop by $28.00 -- Damn! A dollar a character?
"It's really not as bad as I expected. That protest group is driving your dad insane. He keeps saying he came here to get away from that shit" she texted. Either this wasn't as expensive from their end, or she was just burning through dad's money.
"This is really expensive" I texted back.
"It's cheap on our end...hold on" she texted. My phone dinged. The balance showed $100,000.
"How much did you just send me?"
"100 terabytes" she said, "About $30 local equivalent."
"Is dad treating you okay?" I asked.
"He's apologized a thousand times as soon as his headaches went away from that pounding you gave him" I just laughed.
"I'm not sorry" I texted.
"I know. There's a lot of stuff on screens here about the FP, tying them to old Vanterran legends" she said.
"Rak'tov and Vrextarr" I texted.
"How did you know?" she asked.
"My fiance's mom told us the story" I told her.
"Fiancè?" she said, surprised,
"Yes, mom. Please go tell dad so his head will go ahead and explode" I told her.
"Send me a pic of you two" she asked. I turned the selfie camera on and snapped a picture -- we both did our best to smile.
"Here you go" I watched a huge chunk of dollars disappear as the photo transferred.
"I don't care what your dad says, you two are cute together" she said.
"Thanks, mom" I texted back.
"Your dad's back I gotta go" she said.
"Love you" I typed.
"Love you too" she typed back, then the app went silent.
"Don't you think so, Kreg" Kris asked.
"Sorry, I missed the question" I said.
"Not important" he said, rubbing his head.
A little later we heard Danny come out of his room and then, the sound of more vomiting.
"Caught him going around and finishing people's drinks they left on the tables" Kris leaned in to tell us, "Self-taught lesson."
"Mom, I think I caught a stomach virus or something" Danny said as he wobbled into the living room. Kathy tried not to laugh too hard, she was holding her aching head.
"No baby, you have a hangover. The god's punishment for sneaking around and emptying cups last night" she told him. I could tell he looked too sick to argue. He just sat down next to her, and she pulled him in close. Surprisingly, Rav got up and got little brother a glass of water and some headache meds. Danny swallowed the pills and the entire glass of water in about two gulps, then he got up and went to refill and empty it again.
"Gods, I needed that. My mouth is dry as the desert and smells like hyena shit" he said.
"Language" came the call of the dynamic duo.
"How exactly do you know the smell of hyena shit?" Rav asked. Danny made a face at him and shot him a bird. Kathy just shook her head.
We sat around and attempted to chat for a little bit, but everybody felt like shit, so our attempt fizzled out fairly quick. I went and transferred the laundry over to the dryer and once the dryer cut off, Rav and I excused ourselves back upstairs. We folded the sheet and put a different set on the bed and reset the covers. That was it for any burst of energy either of us had. It was only about 8 o'clock, but we gave up, stripped off, and went back to bed.
I was in a forest, sitting at a spring staring at its reflection of the night sky. Across from me sat Mark, doing the same. It was my dream, so I knew we were waiting for our Rak'tovs to come for us. Only...it wasn't a Rak'tov that showed up, not Rav nor Grexl. It was a hideous beast with two heads bearing the semblance of two certain Liason's officers. This hybrid Quantarg shot out webs tying my and Mark's feet and hoisted us up into a nearby tree. Its bite left us both unable to fight it off and little by little we watched as the Quantarg stripped our skins off piece by piece. Mark's blood-curdling scream, then mine echoed across the mountains. The Quantarg began pulling a strip from the middle of my chest leading up to my chin and I screamed again.
I woke up right after Ravan slapped the hell out of me.
"Can you hear me?!" he shouted.
"Kreg! Kreg! Wake up!" he said as he continued to shake me.
"I'm okay...I'm okay..." I mumbled, trying to break through the Quantarg's poison.
Rav was holding me in his arms, rocking back and forth, looking very concerned. How long did this go on? I was wondering. I blinked away the night terror, opening and clamping my eyes shut until Rav's face was all I saw. Then I knew I was awake.
"Fu...fuck...fucking...night...terror..." I mumbled, my voice regaining a little composure as I went on.
"I know baby. It's all right now. You're all right..." he cooed comforting me, kissing my forehead.
Before it was all lost in time, I recounted the dream to him.
"What do you think it means?" he asked.
"I don't know if it really means anything, but..." I decided to keep the morose thought to myself. I'd call Mark in the morning. A quick check of the clock told me it was a quarter till one. My heart was finally calming back to normal, but I knew I wouldn't sleep tonight without help. My right hand lifted up behind Rav and pulled his muzzle down to mine and I passionately kissed him. I think he knew what I needed -- his hands wandered down to my legs' juncture and massaged the lump lying there until it started to plump up. He laid me back on the bed and moved down to take the rising pole into his maw and nurse on it until it was raging. He alternated stroking me and sucking on the head as his left hand squeezed the base of my tail, my newly discovered erogenous zone. He continued working my dick as he sucked on one testicle, then the other, making me squirm and making my stomach muscles heave. I told him I was close; he found enough loose skin on my tail to stroke it back and forth like a thick hairy cock as his mouth enveloped the top half of my actual member. I was so close my whole body was almost vibrating; I gave him warming again, but he just held me tight in his mouth. My cock erupted and Rav swallowed, sucked some more, then swallowed again. My dick began shrinking back to normal. My plan was to catch my breath and take care of him, but he was already on his back beating his cock like an insolent servant. I saw him tense, and he pinched off his sheath as quickly as he could. His cock pulsed and pulsed, and the sheath ballooned comically. He caught his breath for a second, then ran into the bathroom. I could hear the plop of the viscous fluids hitting the water in the toilet. A quick pull on the toilet paper roll, a fast stream of profanity when the toilet paper stuck to the surface of his dick, water running in the sink, the rattle of a towel rack as he pulled the towel to dry off. He came back in and slid over to meet me in the middle of the bed. I turned on my side and he followed suit, pulling me in with that precious, gray-furred arm until his still turgid cock settled into my crack and I yawned and drifted off to sleep again.
We slept until the ringing of my phone woke me up. Call it coincidence if you want, but it was Mark on the phone. The agents had evidently found some tenuous connection between my motorcycle payoff and dad's treacherous dealings.
"They think the money your mom left you was part of a cache he left in the old house" Mark said. I realized he was playing it up since we already knew they were surveilling our phones.
"I don't even have a key to our old house anymore, I turned it back into the leasing agent" I said, playing along.
"The one in charge said they had video surveillance footage showing you going into the house after your parents fled to Vanterra" he told the listeners.
"I did" I said, "When I left, after dad attacked me and mom, I only had one set of clothes with me. I went back in to pack up my stuff, along with the piles dad threw out on the lawn. Mom had left me that money in my bedroom and that's all I saw. I told that guy I've give them the balance but they didn't want it."
"They seemed to think there was still a small fortune in your old house" Mark said.
"They don't need me then; they need Superior Leasing and a warrant to search the place" I said.
"True" he said. I asked about more mundane things like how bad hungover he and Grexl had been and such as that, then we hung up.
We gave quite the performance, but I felt like that ole Quantarg was lingering out of sight, just biding his time for the right moment to attack. It was already nearly 8am = we'd slept (most of) 12 hours. I yawned and stretched, and Rav tried not to make it obvious as he leaned his muzzle into my shoulder to quietly snuffle my scent. I, on the other hand, unabashedly stuck my nose into his pit and snorted his musk. Despite the pheromone overload, my cock wasn't ready to play again this soon. I got up and pulled my barely worn clothes on again and we went down to see if any breakfast was being made. Nobody was stirring, so we went out and drove to the local McDonald's and got a couple of bacon, egg and cheese biscuits and some coffees.
A compact rental car was sitting on the curb when we got back and pulled into the driveway. My two `friends' stepped out and said they needed to ask me some more questions. I reluctantly agreed.
"Your mother just transferred $100,000 worth of data to your Galaxos account. Why?" Agent Danvers asked.
"Because she wanted to talk to me, and I only had $400 on my account. Data rate to Vanterra is $1 per character" I told him, "Besides, as you know, since I'm sure you're illegally viewing and listening in on my line, that $100,000 Earth value only cost her the equivalent of $30. Data rates on Earth are just jacked up beyond belief. It's all greed and bureaucracy if you ask me" I told him.
He made notes on his tablet and asked what we talked about. I snorted.
"You guys know that you are illegally tapping me. I know that you know that I know. Don't you already have a full transcript?" I said, getting a little pissed off.
"If a subject is under investigation, a wiretap is not illegal" Agent Danvers said. Rivers, his shadows wouldn't meet my gaze. I had the feeling he thought this whole witch hunt had already gone on too long.
"How was your Christmas, Agent Rivers?" I tweaked. I figured they'd been stuck here in some hotel eating fast food. He didn't answer, but he had a brief look of anger cross his face as he glanced at Danvers.
"Just after your parents fled Earth, you and your uncle both went silent for nearly a whole day. What was going on then? We traced your phone to his house and shortly thereafter, the signal went dead" he asked/accused.
"We turned them off and left the house" I said, not sure what Mark would have told them if they asked him about it.
"What did you do?" he pursued. I thought about activities that Mark liked that would keep us from carrying a phone, it took a minute because I really hated the activity, but it filled the bill.
"We went hunting out on the property behind his trailer. I don't really like it that much, but he wanted to. He wouldn't let me take my phone -- afraid it would spook the deer" I said, praying to the gods that I'd made a good decision.
"See...same thing the uncle told you. I don't think there's anything here" a very frustrated Agent Rivers said.
"Corroborated story or collaborated story?" Danvers said to himself. "We'll be in touch, Mr. Silnorra" he said as the turned to get in the cheap rental. Me and Rav watched the drive off before I pulled my phone out and sent a text -- "NTSYASAP".
"L21H" was the reply. I turned the phone off and stuck it inside Rav's car and he did the same before we walked to the other side of the house to talk.
"I need to ride out to Grexl's shop, I need to meet Mark in an hour" I told him.
"Oh, I get it, location 2 in one hour" he said, "Where is location 1?"
"Grexl's apartment. This is location 7, for seventh heaven" I said, "Mark's is 69, his choice."
We grabbed the phones and went upstairs for a few minutes; I was only 20 minutes from the shop and the temp was dropping again so I put on my cold weather gear before taking off. I left my phone with Rav so it would appear that we were still together hanging out. My bike was cold and took a while to get started. Finally, I took off in a circuitous route in case I was being followed, and in a roundabout way finally pulled up to Grexl's shop. I didn't see Mark's Jeep. I got off and went to the door, it was unlocked. I went in and saw he'd pulled the Jeep inside. We went into the parts room, and I told him about my visit. He slapped me on the back for coming up with the hunting excuse.
"I figured they were coming to you, but there was no way to get to you before them" he said.
"I confirmed what we both suspected. They are getting everything on our phones. The junior agent, the Rivers guy, looked like he was ready to done with all this" I told him.
"Christmas with somebody you don't like at a Super 8 hotel will do that to you" Mark said. I kind of felt bad about tweaking him now.
"How long does this keep on until we might have grounds for a harassment suit?" I asked.
"Forever, this is an investigation" Mark replied.
"Why aren't they focused on dad? He's the one the need to interrogate" I said.
"Intergalactic diplomatic shitstorm" Mark said.
"Then they need to just let it die" I said.
"Agreed" he said.
We walked out into the shop, and he nudged me over to look at a bike covered with a big gray painter's cloth. It was another bike like mine -- at least most of one, the engine was missing.
"Its over here" he said, noticing what I was looking at.
"Grex got it from an insurance yard. Dumb kid ran it without oil and fracked the motor. They totaled the nearly new bike, and Grex just happened to have a motor he got off another wrecked bike in near mint condition. He's building this bike for Ravan at a cost of about $700" he said. "Do not say a word about this to Rav -- it's a secret" he said, "and if Dumb and Dumber somehow found out you came here and come knocking, here's our excuse."
He pulled the chain and rolled the bay door up and backed the Jeep out, then came back and rolled it back down and set the lock through the chain and shacked on the wall. We locked up and went out to my bike.
"I don't envy you riding tonight" he said.
"It's not terrible with all my gear on" I told him. I gave him a `bro' hand clasp and pulled my helmet on and made my way back to Rav. Despite my bravado, the temperature had dived into the single digits while we talked, and I was quite ready to get inside by the time I got back. I pushed the bike into the garage and went up. Rav was laying on the bed watching some anime on the internet through the TV. I was careful to stay out of his way while I pulled off my layers of riding gear. I stopped when I got down to my base layer. Rav had the whole loveseat occupied so I sat on the bed and decided to pull off my thermals since I had no intention of going back out. I noticed that his attention was definitely torn between the anime and slyly watching me undress. Just to be a tease I got under the cover before I pulled off my bottoms and tossed them on the pile beside the bed.
"Oh, you're awake again" he said, nodding toward the phones laying on the side table. I faked a yawn and got up.
"Yeah, good nap though" I said, "No terrors."
He mouthed the words How did it go?
I guessed it right I mouthed back. He gave me a thumbs up.
"What you watching?" I asked.
"Attack on Titan" he said.
I sifted through the clothes pile and found my boxer briefs from earlier in the day and pulled them and my regular tee shirt on and went and sat with him on the loveseat -- right after I'd laid the phones right up under the sound bar. We watched the weird anime for an hour or so - well kind of watched it - on and off.
"It's supposed to be warmer this weekend, maybe up int the 50s" Rav said, "You want to go for another camping trip?"
"How about the low temps at night?" I asked.
"Mid 30's. We can take an extension cord and an electric blanket" he said. Part of me wanted to say no, but another part...
"I wonder if we could rig a small heater in there somehow" I said to myself and him.
"I'll ask dad" he said.
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