Irrational Feelings 5:
The Arms of an Angel
by Fur and Fantasy
NC-17 for M/M
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Vinnie felt himself start to come down from the chaotic insanity of whatever he'd been given to strong arms holding him in the warm water of a dark room. As reality solidified more, he realized the one holding him was definitely female. The white mouse moaned softly, stretching his arms as control began to return.
The steady support never wavered as he got his body back under control. About half way through the possess, he realized a Martian Mouse tail was wrapped around his waist as well.
"What the fuck happened?" he asked, the words slightly mangled by his imprecise control.
"The drug is called Vision, and you took a hell of a dose." A soft, friendly female voice answered near his ear. "You remember much?"
"I remember that asshole making me swallow the pills," Vinnie scowled in the darkness. "After that it's just ... crazy."
"One way to put it." She nodded. "Do you feel with it enough to eat?"
"Maybe. A little."
"Don't force yourself. Vision's a potent hallucinogen." She said gently and helped him walk to the stairs of the pool. "But is does wear off."
"Where's Throttle?" Vinnie asked her.
"Sleeping in the other room." She answered easily. "Even cleaned up, he's still in pretty rough shape, but he'll heal."
"Everyone around here's fucked in the head," Vinnie mumbled, just putting one foot in front of the other taking much more effort than it should have.
The she-mouse helping didn't comment, but remained a strong support just behind him. Every so often he caught a flash of white fur that wasn't his as they moved into the dimly lit main room. Vinnie staggered over to the comfortably arranged niche he'd lounged in before, lying down on the luxurious cushions.
"Want to try to eat or drink anything?" She asked gently.
"Drink," he replied, catching a glimpse of her eminently female form in the slightly better lighting as she turned away with a sway of hips and wavy hair.
After taking something from a wall niche that hadn't seemed to contain anything before she returned and knelt, lifting the glass to his mouth to help him drink. He was tentative at first, just sipping, but quickly recovered his appetite, emptying the glass.
"More?" She looked at him, her tail brushing across his thigh gently.
"Yeah," he nodded as she stood to refill the glass. "Thanks."
"You are welcome." She said softly as she returned, his eyes now catching the glint of the only thing she wore; a collar like Throttle's.
"You're a slave," he realized, his voice suddenly more wary.
"Of course." She looked at him curiously and raised the glass to his mouth. Vinnie forced himself to sit up, taking the glass from her and holding it in his own hands.
"Something wrong?" She looked at him with a bit of confusion.
"No, I'm fine," Vinnie replied, his control over his speech much better now.
"Well, you are getting there at least." She nodded and sat down next to him. "My name's Vaya."
"Vinnie," he replied, taking a swallow from the glass.
"So where are you from?" She asked conversationally. "I don't remember anyone like you from the villages."
"A long way from here." Vinnie said softly. "We've been trying to get back there for a long time."
"This place have a name?" She asked gently. "Maybe I've met someone from there."
"Mars." The longing in his voice was obvious, even through his otherwise reticent manner.
Vaya blinked, her surprise obvious. "The homeworld?" She stared at him hard. "It still exists?"
"Did when we left," Vinnie nodded, "Though she wasn't in great shape."
"Oh, my." She lifted a hand to her mouse, her tail curling around her curled legs in shock.
"There was war for a long time," Vinnie continued, softly. "I'm not even sure that we won. My bros and I were on a mission that was going to really turned the tide, but something went wrong and we couldn't get back home."
"Wow," she murmured. "The stories passed down said the world was lost. We were the only survivors."
"No, not the only ones. Hopefully there are still mice back there now."
"Oh, wow." Seemed to be the only thing she could say, though she was clearly extremely excited by the news.
"Yeah, joy." Vinnie was massively less overjoyed.
"Sorry, Vinnie." She subdued. "But it's kind of a big deal for us."
"Not really," he disagreed. "None of us is ever gonna see it again."
"But ... you're from there, you know where Mars is." She persisted.
"Kinda, yeah," he nodded. "But you can't get there from here. We've been trying for years."
Vaya scrunched her brows in confusion. "Oh."
"Yeah, pretty much," Vinnie said bitterly. "We get to stay here and be tortured by psychopaths our whole lives."
"Not if you behave," she pointed out quietly. "There are far worse owners than Lady Sh'ta."
Vinnie just snorted, turning his attention back to his drink. "Figures you'd say that."
"It's the truth."
Vaya shook her head, clearly confused. "You refuse pleasure, complain at pain, care nothing for your Bro or yourself. What is the point of it?"
"Y'know I've already had this discussion once today, and I really don't care what you think." Vinnie was brutally frank. "I'm feeling a lot better now, you can go."
She shook her head and stood to shift her attention to the still sleeping Throttle, who looked worse than Vinnie remembered feeling.
It was near drawn before Throttle moaned softly, his battered body demanding he wake enough to feed it at least. Very slowly he convinced his stiff muscles to move, only to find gentle, helping hands that were surely the she-mouse he vaguely remembered earlier helping him clean his wounds as she tended Vinnie.
"Throttle?" Vinnie's voice was further away, across the room, but he was clearly more coherent than he had been.
"Yeah," his voice was raw, past any attempt to hide just how badly abused he'd been.
"You okay?" It was a stupid question, but it was the only thing Vinnie could think of to say.
"Been worse," he rasped out, leaning heavily on the white female to sit up.
"He could really use some juice, Vinnie." Vaya said softly.
"Sure, I've got it," the white mouse replied, bringing a glass and the whole pitcher of juice across with him.
Throttle's hand was shaking too much to hold the glass he reached for, and at this range Vinnie couldn't miss that his face, side, chest and legs a matt of bloody gray fur despite being cleaned.
"Damn bro," Vinnie swore softly as he helped Throttle take a swallow while Vaya supported him gently. "What did those assholes do?"
"Not nearly as much as they could have." Vaya answered, the mouse in her arms far too focused on getting the liquid down his parched and full throat to reply. "And more than they would have, if he'd cooperated."
Vinnie didn't reply, his attention focused much more of his bro than on the she-mouse as Throttle got the badly need liquid down his throat, his energy to drink around the egg in his throat drained long before his thirst was sated.
"Vinnie, would you get the medical kit over there?" She used her tail to point to a box against the far wall, near the entrance to the bathroom. Vinnie gave Throttle a concerned look, but got up and did as she asked, returning quickly to the gray mouse's side.
Vaya wasted no time in opening the box, selecting a hand sized cloth as began to clean the bloody mess that was Throttle's fur as he lay down again, utterly exhausted. Vinnie just sat beside his beaten bro, looking down at him in shock.
She spent more than half an hour carefully cleaning his wounds and applying cream to them, letting the gray mouse rest when she got up to get rid of the soiled and used supplies. Vinnie hadn't moved in all that time, helping Throttle take a drink when he asked for it and watching as the other mouse drifted back unconscious.
"He'll be all right, eventually." Vaya said quietly as she settled next to Throttle, carefully placing her body and hands where he wasn't injured.
"Eventually," Vinnie repeated bitterly. "I'd like to get that fucking panther and show him a thing or two."
"I doubt it will be anything new." Vaya sighed softly. "He's a serious sadist, worst in the palace."
"Obviously." Vinnie's voice was dark and angry, his expression shaped to match.
"The up side is that very few like it as brutal as him." Vaya murmured as she relaxed, trying to give Throttle what comfort a friendly body would be. "Compliance is expected, but most are interested in pleasure, not pain."
"Again with the 'Wonderful to be raped' lecture," Vinnie said, making no effort to hide what he thought of it. "That's really starting to piss me off."
"Then leave, and find out what is worse." She shrugged slightly. "Just do it before your friend wakes, so he won't be punished for your actions again."
"We can't leave," Vinnie retorted. "If we could this would never have happened in the first place."
"There are clothes in the closet," she pointed at a faint shadow on one wall with her tail. "Get dressed and walk out the door. Look like you have a right to leave and no one will challenge you."
"The other one didn't tell us that," Vinnie said softly. "Otherwise we'd be gone."
"Kaaya wouldn't know those things." Vaya shrugged. "Shi's not a slave."
"We'll be going once Throttle's feeling better then," Vinnie said firmly.
"Where?" She looked at him with a mixture of curiosity, confusion and hope.
"Anywhere. We've still got one more bro to find, and a home to get back to. Even if we can't do either of those I'm not gonna let him stay here and be treated like this."
"He wasn't with you in the slave market." She said with a fair amount of certainty. "Lady Sh'ta has a fascination with us. There is no way the palace wouldn't have bought him."
"We don't know where he is," Vinnie admitted softly.
"Was he with you before you ... crashed?" She said the last word, only guessing if it was the right one.
"No," Vinnie told her. "We haven't seen him since Mars. Took Throttle and me months to find each other afterward."
"If he's on Korroun, he's probably in one of the villages." Vaya said softly. "Very few Martians are slaves these days."
"We might check that out then," Vinnie said softly. "It's as close to a lead as we've ever gotten."
"And it's kin." She looked at him softly. "We may be six generations separated from Mars, but we are still Martians."
Vinnie shrugged, making a soft frustrated sound as he settled back in the niche he'd claimed almost by default.
Irrational Feelings 5: The Arms of an Angel
NC-17 for M/M
Het Level is Low Slash Level is Slash Smut Level is Medium Femslash Level is None Herm Level is None
12 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Finished
Written August 31, 2002 by Rauhnee Ranshanka, Todd McCall and Vorex
Setting: Biker Mice from Mars, Haloeth
Primary Races: Human, Loup Maru, Martian Mice
Contents: Het (M/F). Slash (M/M).
Pairings: Throttle/Vinnie, others
Blurb: Recovery, and a new companion.
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