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Make It Right (FFS)
By Borris
Matty_Watson@yahoo.com
Copyright 2000 Borris. All rights reserved.

Hails!! This is my first Biker Mice From Mars fanfic. Comments and suggestions are welcome. The Biker Mice From Mars and all characters associated with them are the property of their respectful owners. They aren’t mine. This story has nothing to do with them. This is purely MY work.

I want to dedicate this story to Princess Xavier. Without her work (Summer Holiday), I don’t think I would have done this story. I thank her for making me realize that there ARE BMFM fan fiction authors who write stories containing homosexual content. So if you’re reading this Princess, I thank you for your inspiration (FOREVER HAIL!!).

Description.

Throttle and Vinnie are starting to have strange feelings. About each other.....

Mature readers only please, due to some profanity, and graphic homosexual content.

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Make It Right (FFS)

I know that I want you
I know that I need you
I can’t pretend that
This will make it right

You whisper your name
But I can't hear you
Don’t leave me behind
Lend me your hand

I can feel them
I think they're closing in
Don’t leave me behind
Lend me your hand

Let me feel you
By my side
Be where I can hear you
I long to feel you.

Make It Right (FFS) - Anathema

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"LET’S ROCK...AND RIDE!!!" The three Biker Mice cried triumphantly in unison as they crashed through one of the many windows of Limburger’s now crumbling tower.

The Biker Mice had just yet again thwarted another of Limburger’s attempts to demolish Chicago and ship its goods to Plutark, with the greatest of ease, as usual. Throttle, the unofficial leader of the group with the an colored fur, Vinnie, the egomaniacal dare-devil of the trio with the pure white colored fur, and Modo, he muscle giant of the group with a heart of gold with the dark gray fur, landed on the roof of a nearby building and marveled at the sight of Limburger’s Tower as it crumbled and clattered the ground in all of its majestic glory.

"AAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HOWW!!!!" Vinnie howled in his usual fashion, "No matter how many times we do that, it still feels so good!! Aren’t we just the baddest mammajammaas in the Universe or what!?" he gloated gleefully, kissing his fingers for added finesse.

Modo and Throttle simply laughed in agreement.

"You got that right bro!" Throttle happily agreed, "As long as there’s Plutarkians on this, or any other planet, we’ll be there to whip some tail!!"

He pointed down towards the smoking pile of rubble.

"YOU GOT THAT LIMBURGER, YOU PLUTARKIAN SCUM-SUCKER!!?"

Modo and Vinnie howled in appreciation of Throttle’s speech.

"Okay you guys, let’s role!" Throttle ordered before they rode off the edge of the building and down the street towards the Last Chance Garage.

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Last Chance Garage, 5 minutes later.

All was silent at the Last Chance Garage. Shelves and shelves of tools aligned the walls, and machinery used to raise cars lay gathering dust in the center of the room. This was the workplace/home of the Biker Mice’s closest Human friend, Charlene Davidson AKA Charley/Charley-girl/Charley ma’am. She had befriended them the first day they crashed on Earth, in Chicago. There were some hostilities at first between the two parties, but they were soon resolved, and the Biker Mice and Charley have been living together and watching each other’s backs for the last 7 years now. But she wasn’t present at the moment. She had been called out on a repair job early in the morning, so she had left the guys a note, saying she’d be gone for a few hours, she wouldn’t be back until the early afternoon, and they were out of root beer. Then that silence was broken by the roar of 3 motorcycle engines as the three victorious Biker Mice approached the Garage.

They came through the entrance, cheering and rejoicing over their recent victory over Limburger. They pulled their bikes up and shut off the engines. They then went through to the front room where Charley had made it into a small living room of sorts. There was a TV set, and a 3-piece suet which consisted of a couple of easy chairs, and a couch, all of which were of a red velvet texture, a dark blue carpet lay the length of the floor, the walls had sky blue striped wallpaper covering them, and the curtains were dark blue velvet. At the other end of the room, there was the kitchen, decorated stylishly with marble colored tiles, and at the back of the kitchen, the stairs that led to the higher floor of the house. Mind you, the Mice didn’t stay at the Garage all of the time, since of course, Charley regularly got customers, having a popular reputation around Chicago as a mechanic, showing that skill and efficiency were definitely her stock-in-trade. They had made themselves a home/hideout in the scoreboard of Quigley Field Stadium, where they had crashed their ship when they came to Earth. It was Charley who had suggested they move into the scoreboard in the first place, claiming it was the last place that Limburger would think of to look for them. Unfortunately, Limburger had found their hiding place, and now attacks and ambushes were regular. Mind you, the attackers were merely Limburger’s goons, petty street thugs paid by Limburger himself to carry out his dirty work, who ironically, couldn’t fight their way out of a wet paper bag, so they were more of a pain in the arse than a challenge for Throttle, Vinnie and Modo. However, having just demolished Limburger’s tower, they had the satisfaction of knowing that it would be about a week or two before Limburger sent out any more goons, due to the pointless rebuilding of his tower, so now they could put their feet up for a while. They needed it too. They were spent after a morning of battling. They had decided, in their typical fashion, to celebrate with a feast of hotdogs and root beer. Throttle went over to the refrigerator in the kitchen to get out a few bottles, but to his disappointment, remembered Charley’s note, just as he opened the refrigerator door.

"Bad news bros, we're out of root beer. Modo, would you mind getting some more?"

"Sure thing. I’ll be back you guys." he said before mounting his bike, revving his engine to life, and taking off through the door.

Vinnie stood up, stretched and yawned.

"I’m gonna take a shower Throttle. Let me know if Modo gets back before I’m finished okay?"

"Sure thing Vinnie." Throttle smiled.

Vinnie left and went upstairs. Throttle crashed out on the couch and picked up the TV remote. He started flicking through the channels to see if there was anything worthwhile watching. But at this time of day, he doubted that very much. On a lot of the channels were pointless chat shows and news broadcasts. Nothing to really take any note of. Just some news about so-and-so being arrested for this and so-and-so being accused of that, and various reports about environmental problems. Throttle flicked the TV off, put the remote down on the coffee table and sighed. Environmental problems really did get to him. It always brought back memories of when the Plutarkians began to conquer Mars. How they had bought up the planet and began to dig up all it’s soil and other natural resources and ship it all back to Plutark, since they had wasted all of their own resources. Throttle remembered how they tore down all the beautiful green forests that used to thrive across Mars, how they dried up the lakes, rivers and streams, how they tore up the hills and mountains looking for precious and valuable minerals. He hoped that someday he would be able to return to Mars and help to restore it to its natural beauty, and marry his love, Carbine, who he had to leave behind after he and Modo and Vinnie escaped Plutarkian capture for leading the Resistance. But even if this were ever to be accomplished, the scars of the Plutarkian Empire would remain forever.

His thoughts were suddenly cut short when he heard Vinnie singing in the shower. All his troubles retreated into the back of his mind, he smiled, and he chuckled. The thought of Vinnie singing naked in the shower was enough to make him.....make him.......imagine what it would be like to be there with hi....WHAT!!? Throttle smacked himself upside the head for thinking of that. Vinnie? Of all people!!? He got up and went upstairs to tell Vinnie to lower his volume, but just as he was about to knock on the door, the thoughts returned to him, and he stopped. His mind told him things he never thought he would hear, or could possibly think. His urges told him to do things he never imagined doing. His mind told him:

You want Vinnie.

Throttle tried to dismiss the thoughts from his mind, but the image of Vinnie, standing in front of him, naked, with hot shower water running down his perfect, masculine body, made his heart race. He felt like his head was going to explode. He felt dizzy. The shock of realizing that he found another male sexually attractive hit him with the equivalent force of a baseball bat to the bridge of the nose. His breathing had become heavy, and he leaned against the wall. He didn’t want to think these thoughts. He was afraid. But that part of his body down there betrayed him. He tried to stand up, and then he noticed the keyhole. Again, his heart began to race, and a rush of nerve swept through his head, as well as a sinister curiosity.

~What harm could a peek do?~ He thought to himself.

He removed his shades, and leaned down as silently as he could. He placed his eye up to the keyhole, and what he saw took his breath away. There, standing in the shower, naked, was Vinnie. Throttle was in so much of a daze that he hadn’t noticed that Vinnie had stopped singing. He had a bar of soap in his right hand, and his began to rub it over his broad, lean, muscular chest. As he did this, he leaned back against the wall of the shower and moaned. It was obvious to Throttle that Vinnie enjoyed touching himself like this. It became apparent too, that Vinnie must have sensitive skin. For as he moved the soap slowly down his beautiful, muscular stomach, his moaning got louder. Throttle looked to Vinnie’s crotch, and saw that he was quickly becoming erect, as his large penis started to emerge out of its sheath. Vinnie slowly moved the soap down his body and in between his legs. He grabbed the soap with both hands, pressed it against his body, and gave out a loud whimper. He raised his nose into the air and clenched his eyes shut, as he began to gasp for air. He slowly moved the soap back up to his stomach, and he reached down to his sheath with his other hand. He grabbed hold of it, and started to stroke it roughly up and down against his penis, at an increasingly fast rate. He was masturbating! Throttle never thought he would have seen anything like this in his life. But now he had, and even though he wanted to regret it for Carbine’s sake, he couldn’t. In fact, he loved watching Vinnie. He’d been in so much of a trance watching Vinnie, he hadn’t even noticed that he’d started to rub at his own erection through his trousers. Suddenly, there came a loud bang from downstairs.

"Honey! I’m home!" Modo called.

Throttle nearly leapt out of his skin when he heard his voice, and an overwhelming sense of dread washed over him. He looked through the keyhole, and saw that Vinnie was as startled as he was.

"I’ll be right their Modo!" Vinnie called.

Throttle took a deep breath and waited until his passions had died down, put his shades back on, and then he went downstairs to greet his friend.

"Hey there big fella." Throttle happily greeted Modo.

"Hey, Throttle. Where’s Vinnie? I thought he’d have been the first down here." He said, placing several large crates of root beer on the kitchen table.

"Uh...he’s taking a shower." Throttle replied quickly, with a hint of nervousness.

Luckily, Modo didn’t notice. Instead, he simply shrugged.

"Okay, but he’ll lose out on the first batch of hot dogs." he chuckled.

"Yeah." Throttle chuckled back.

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Later that evening.

Throttle had decided to take the last shower that night, after the guys had played a vigorous game of basketball at Quigly Field. Vinnie, Modo and Charley were in bed. He was thinking of everything that happened today. He’d found himself sexually attracted to Vinnie. But why VINNIE? Maybe it was because since he was the youngest of the trio, and since Throttle himself was the leader of the group, he felt as though it was a huge responsibility to watch over Vinnie. Especially because of the fact that he would gladly do any kind of stunt ever thought of, including leaping from a space ship and into the Earth’s atmosphere, simply to feel the adrenaline rush. But then, that was one of Vinnie's best qualities. He wasn’t afraid of anything. And he would gladly lay down his life for any of his friends. Vinnie also cheered him up whenever he was feeling down. Even when he was letting his giant ego do all of the talking, he just had this charm to him that made people around him feel happier about themselves. Even when bragging about how macho and studly he was. But Throttle found himself agreeing to that. Vinnie WAS very attractive. But it scared him to think that he could find another male attractive. But at the same time, there was his curiosity that told him he wanted to have these feelings for Vinnie, and wanted to even BE with him. Homosexuality is supposed to be a big taboo. But, as Throttle was beginning to realize, was that because of that fact, it made it all the more exciting. But then his guilt would take over again, because of Carbine. To think that Carbine would be back on Mars waiting for Throttle to return to her and hold her in his warm embrace and to marry her someday, and to start a loving family, and instead, here he is having fantasies about making love to Vinnie. Suddenly, there was a knocking on the door and again, Throttle nearly jumped out of his skin from the shock.

"Throttle? Everything okay?" came Vinnie’s voice from the other side of the door.

"Uh...yeah. I’ll be right out." he said.

He turned off the water climbed out and dried himself. He reached for the clean pair of underwear that he’d brought with him and slid into them. He then approached the door and unlocked it. He was about to leave, when he bumped into Vinnie, with a curious smile on his face.

"What took you so long, man? Were you laying eggs?" Vinnie chuckled.

Throttle chuckled himself.

"Sorry, I was just thinking, that’s all."

He looked up and smiled at his friend.

"See you in the morning Vincent."

He brushed passed him. Vinnie looked at Throttle as he walked away. He was about to say another wise crack, when he stopped. He looked at Throttle in his underwear as he walked away down the corridor. The way his firm buttocks rippled when his feet touched the ground, and his lean muscles up his back, along his legs, his arms, and his thighs. Throttle glanced one last gaze back, and saw Vinnie staring at him. Vinnie could now see Throttle’s broad muscular chest, his rippling mid-section, and the bulge from out of the front of his underwear. Then for a moment, their red eyes locked. Throttle saw in Vinnie’s eyes exactly what he was feeling. He saw that Vinnie was both afraid, and at the same time, curious.

Vinnie looked Throttle in the eyes. He felt something for Throttle that he’d never felt for another guy before. But he found himself afraid to admit it. He was afraid, because he'd been told that sort of thing was wrong. It wasn’t right. But looking into Throttle’s eyes, he felt as though all that didn’t matter. Throttle was one of the best friends he’d ever had. They’d been through so much together; fighting side-by-side, risking their lives for each other, that a special bond had grown between them. But could this bond be taken any farther he wondered?

Throttle saw a look in Vinnie’s eyes now that seemed to tell him:

I understand how you feel. Because I feel the same.

Throttle felt relief and his shoulders slumped. He smiled sweetly at his friend. Vinnie saw this, and for the first time, he really acknowledged how much Throttle really meant to him, and how attractive he really was. He was gorgeous. And he also felt a new found sense of......love (?) for him. Vinnie smiled back at his friend.

"Goodnight Throttle." he gently whispered.

"Goodnight Vincent." Throttle whispered back.

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Throttle lay in his bed thinking of Vinnie. He now knew his feelings, and Throttle felt excited as well as relieved, because he knew Vinnie felt the same. Images of him having passionate sex with Vinnie sprung into his mind, and this time, he felt no guilt. He WANTED to make love to Vinnie. He wanted to feel his warm body against his. He wanted to feel his erected penis pushing against his own. He wanted to run his hands up and down him, feeling his perfect body, all those muscles. He wanted to hear Vinnie whimper under his touch, and beg him for more. He wanted to touch him. He wanted to feel him. He wanted to hold him. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to taste him. He wanted HIM!! He moved his hand slowly down his body, until he’d reached his already-erected penis. He grabbed hold of his sheath, and began to furiously masturbate, thinking of nothing but Vinnie. His head became a swirl of forbidden pleasure. He wanted Vinnie so badly. His breathing became heavier. He tried to keep as quiet as he could, but the heat and passion he was feeling made it all the more difficult. He remembered watching Vinnie masturbating in the shower, wishing that would have been his own mouth around Vinnie’s penis instead of Vinnie’s own hand, tasting his juices, and lavishing Vinnie's pleasure center. Finally, he felt an uprising within his penis, and he let it all out in one explosion of hot semen. He still jacked himself off while he was cumming, until all of his hot seed been ejaculated, then Throttle lay on his side, and fell asleep in a daze of heat and overwhelming pleasure. Just before he fell completely into a deep sleep, he heard a pleasure-filled cry come from the direction of the bathroom. It was obvious that Vinnie had been thinking and doing exactly the same things. Throttle softly chuckled to himself, before finally falling into deep sleep.

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Next morning.

Throttle found himself awake much earlier than usual that morning. He was normally awake at about 10 am. But instead, today, he woke up at 8:30, and couldn’t get back to sleep. It must be with all the recent ‘excitement’ he was going through at the moment. He was brushing his teeth when there was a knock on the door.

"Who’s in there?" Vinnie’s voice called, sounding tired.

Throttle quickly washed the toothpaste out of his mouth with tap water, and walked over to unlock the door. He opened it, and there was Vinnie in his underwear. His eyes looked bloodshot and had black rims around them. They were also half closed. Vinnie yawned and asked.

"What’re you doing up this early in the morning?"

"I don’t know." Throttle replied, "I just woke up a few moments ago and I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I thought I’d just get up now."

He suddenly felt very nervous around Vinnie. All the thoughts from last night were coming back to him, and then the thought of Carbine hit him.

"Uh....Vinnie, can I talk to you for a second?" he asked, motioning him into the bathroom by tilting his head.

Vinnie nodded and stepped in. Throttle locked the door and turned to his younger friend.

"Vinnie.....I’ve been having.....a lot of weird feelings lately. Weird feelings......about you."

Vinnie nodded.

"I know. Don’t you remember last night?" he smiled sweetly, a smile that made Throttle feel like melting.

Throttle smiled.

"Yeah, I do. It’s just that, I feel guilty about it."

"Why?" Vinnie asked, "Just because it’s ‘wrong’ to feel attracted to another guy?" he said with his usual joking tone of voice with that sly smile on his face that they all loved.

"No, it’s because of Carbine. She’s still on Mars, waiting for me to come back to her, expecting us to pick up where we left off, and what am I gonna tell her? ‘Hey babes! Great to see you again, and by the way, I’ve been having fantasies about screwing Vinnie while I was gone. So what’ve you been up to?’"

Vinnie’s face became serious.

"I understand what you mean..." he said, when he was cut short by a shuffling noise from outside the garage, followed by the roar of an engine, and the sound of a bike speeding away.

"What was that!?" Throttle said, fully alert.

"I don’t know." said Vinnie, "but it sure didn’t sound like the milkman." he joked.

"Vincent, I’m being serious. You get dressed and wake up the others. I’ll go and check it out." he ordered.

Vinnie nodded and left. Throttle went downstairs very quietly. As he entered the actual Garage itself, he drew out his weapon. He listened out for ANY activity whatsoever. Nothing. He threw the switch to open the door, and it slowly opened. There was nothing there. Just a black videotape, lying on the concrete pavement. He went over to it and looked around. There was nobody their. He picked it up and quickly hid behind the inside wall, and flicked the switch to close the door. He watched it until it was fully closed. He looked at the videotape. There was no name on it. The others came down stairs.

"What is it Throttle?" Modo asked.

"Just this." Throttle said, holding up the videotape.

"Let’s put it on the VCR and see what it is." Charley suggested.

They nodded. I mean, what else were they going to do with it? They went into the living room, inserted the tape into the VCR and pressed ‘Play’. They turned on the TV to the right channel. Suddenly, Limburger’s grinning face appeared on the screen, and he had a sinister look in his eyes that none of them liked.

"Ah, my dear rodents." Limburger crooned sickeningly, "I just thought I’d have Greasepit drop by and deliver you this video. I believe you will find it of....importance." he finished, before chuckling evilly.

The image in Limburger’s face disappeared, and there was an image of a battle, on what looked like a desert plain of Mars. It was a battle between the Plutarkians and the Martian Armed Forces. Unfortunately, as they could see, the Mice had suffered heavy casualties, and were retreating across the plain. But many were intercepted and captured by Plutarkian hovercrafts. The image then changed to that of prisoners boarding the hovercrafts in orderly lines at gunpoint. The camera zoomed in on one particular mouse. Carbine.

"Carbine!!" Throttle cried out.

Then the image changed to that of the capital city of Plutark. The Biker Mice hadn't actually seen the Plutarkian Capital City, but the wave of dread and doom that rushed through them told them it was. Then the image changed to that of a huge Stadium. Carbine was in the center of the Stadium, the crowd booing her, throwing litter and rocks and stones at her. Two huge Plutarkian soldiers who gripped her arms were holding her. She was of course shackled, with her hands behind her back. Then, a huge cheer went up from the crowd and they rose to their feet, as Lord Camembert, the High Chairman of the Plutarkian Empire approached his stand, before the captive Carbine. He lifted his hands to silence the crowd. Then he unraveled a scroll.

"For crimes against the Plutarkian Empire, I hear-by sentence you to death!" he said, pointing towards a guillotine.

The crowd cheered ecstatically. But Carbine’s face remained still. She had become stone in her final hours. If she showed her fear, they will have broken her. She had too much honor for that.

"Kill me if you must. But know that even though I die, the fight will strive on, until you all lie dead. We shall never surrender our fight, until we take back what is rightfully ours."

As a final act of defiance, she spat in the face of the High Chairman. There were gasps of horror from the crowd. Then Camembert’s face grew red with anger. He stepped forward, and struck Carbine in the face with the back of his hand, knocking her to the ground.

"TAKE HER TO THE GUILLOTINE!!!"

There was another loud cheer from the crowd, as Carbine was dragged to the guillotine. Her body was thrown down onto the wooden block, and she was secured by bounds and ropes. Her neck was secured by a wooden block, with a gap running down the middle for the blade the fall through, and decapitate the condemned. The camera zoomed in on Carbine’s face. She tried to keep a brave face, but tears of fear leaked from her eyes. She finally broke into tears and cried aloud. But it was too late. For just as she cried out, the camera had switched to the guillotine blade, which had began to fall. Then, all they heard was Carbine's cries stop, a heave thud, and the crowd cheer. Then, the image faded to black.

The Biker Mice and Charley stood there in total shock and horror. They all looked to Throttle, remembering of course that he and Carbine were in love. He slowly turned away and left the living room, and went into the Garage. Charley followed him, and found him leaning against the wall nearest the front door, with his forehead resting against his arms, and he silently wept. Suddenly, he screamed. A scream that none of them had ever heard before, that made them cringe with horror and fright. It sounded horrible. Throttle started roaring in anger, walking around the Garage, flinging things off the shelves, and throwing things across the room. Charley gasped in horror, and Modo ran in. He got behind Throttle and grabbed hold of him around his waist, and wrestled his to the ground, still holding him.

"Take it easy Throttle!!" Modo shouted in his ear.

Throttle struggled wildly and screamed.

"I’LL KILL YOU LIMBURGER!!!! I’LL KILL YOU AND DESTROY THE WHOLE DAMN PLUTARKIAN EMPIRE!!!! YOU BASTARDS!!!! I’LL KILL YOU ALL!!!!!" he screamed out, before breaking out into an uncontrollable fit of tears.

Modo and Charley simply held him softly while he wept. They could see the tears flow from his eyes, as Throttle’s shades had been broken in the scuffle he’d just had with Modo. He cried like he’d never cried before. Carbine was his love. His sweetheart that he’d dreamt of holding in his arms someday when he returned to Mars, who he hoped he could one day marry and have children, who he hoped he could grow old with. But now, she was gone. And he didn’t even get a chance to tell her he loved her, or to say goodbye one last time. And what added to the guilt was the fact that she had died yesterday and he’d spent last night having fantasies about Vinnie, while his love had been killed at the hands of the Plutarkians.

"Where’s Vinnie?" Charley asked softly.

Modo slowly got to his feet while Charley still held Throttle. Modo looked through the Living Room doorway, and saw that Vinnie was still standing there, staring at the TV screen.

"Hey! Vinnie! Throttle needs you, bro!!" Modo called to him, annoyed and angry that he hadn’t come immediately when he heard Throttle trashing the place.


Vinnie slowly turned to Modo, and Modo saw something he'd never seen before in his life. Vinnie was crying.


"I need to be alone right now." Vinnie said.

He walked briskly through the Living room, brushed passed Modo, put on his helmet, got on his bike, and sped off through the Garage door.

"Vinnie!" Charley called after him, before turning to Modo, "What was that all about!?"

Modo stood there, looking shocked.

"He was....crying." Modo said quietly.

Throttle stopped crying and he and Charley looked up at Modo.

"What?" they both asked at the same time.

"He was crying, and said he needed to be alone."

Throttle stood up, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"I’m gonna go after him, see what this is all about."

"Throttle, are you sure?" Charley asked.

"Don’t worry about me Charley, I’ll be okay." he said before speeding off out of the Garage himself.

He activated the tracker device on his bike, and got Vinnie’s signal. He was moving at a really fast speed, so he was going to have to move quickly in order to catch up to him.

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An hour later.

Vinnie was sat on a log of a fallen tree beside a lake, surrounded by miles of forest. His bike was parked not too far behind him. He looked up with his bloodshot eyes towards the blue sky, with the white fluffy clouds that slowly floated on by overhead. He saw a group of birds fly from the overhead tree, and flew farther away from him towards the beautiful green mountains, towards distant freedom. Freedom. A word that stabbed Vinnie in the heart like a thousand daggers. For most of his life he’d been fighting for the freedom of his home planet and his people. But it had always been futile against the might of the Plutarkian Empire. He began to wonder if all the fighting was really worth it anymore. His thoughts were cut short by the sound of a motor cycle’s engine as it pulled up closely behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see Throttle pulling his bike up next to his. And he removed his helmet and dismounted his bike.

"Hey there, Vinnie." he said softly.

"Hey Throttle." he replied quietly, moving over to give Throttle some space to sit down next to him.

Throttle walked over to the log and did indeed sit next to Vinnie. Throttle saw his bloodshot eyes and the black rims around them, as well as the dried, dark stains in his fur from where tears had been streaming down his face. Throttle’s eyes had a similar look. Vinnie saw this and spoke.

"What happened to your shades?"

"They kinda got broken when Modo had to wrestle me to the floor. It’s okay though, I can another pair. But that’ll have to wait. You’re more important to me right now."

Vinnie smiled.

"Thanks bro."

"But tell me, why did you run off like that?"

Vinnie sighed.

"I just needed to get away, and needed time to think."


"But why? Carbine didn’t mean as much to you as she did to me. Did she?"

Vinnie looked at him.

"Well…..there’s something that I’ve not told you Throttle. About me and Carbine."

Throttle put his arm around his shoulders.

"Tell me, Vincent."

Vinnie sighed and began his story.

"Carbine was.....my step-sister."

Throttle looked at him surprised.

"Step-sister!? You never said anything!" he said, very shocked.

"Well...nobody asked really. But anyway. My mother died when I was only young, and my father became very depressed. He started drinking. He’d always had a drinking problem. And he often actually beat me." he said, with a lot of hurt in his voice.

"Vinnie, that's awful."

"Well...it gets worse." he sighed, "My father one night met Carbine’s mother in a local bar, and they hit off pretty well. After a few months, she moved in with us. Carbine was her only child, so we got to know each other pretty well. And we both knew about my father’s problem, so we looked after each other a lot. As we grew older, it became a really special bond, as if we were actually family. We loved each other in away that you couldn’t even begin to imagine. We’d always look out for one another. If one of us got into any trouble, the other would step in and help, and be there for support and comfort. Then my father married her mother. It lasted for a few months, but then things went from bad to worse. My father would always have friends over for parties, and his drinking habits took a turn for the worse...."

Vinnie’s eyes began to water and his lower jaw trembled.

"Go on." Throttle said.

"One night, Carbine’s mother decided she’d had enough of him, and they had an argument. Then my father attacked her. As a result, she ran out of the house, and never came back. She ran out on her own daughter! But then, as his drinking got worse, so did his temper. One night, he came in and beat me. Carbine pleaded with him to stop, and even tried to stop him herself. But my father lashed out at Carbine. And when she was down....." tears fell from his eyes again, "...he....he....he raped her!! He raped her and I was too scared to do anything!!!" he broke down into a fit of tears and buried his face in his shaking hands.

Throttle sat there in a state of shock. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. He started to cry again himself.

"Vinnie, I’m so sorry." he said sobbing.

He threw his arms around him and held him closely. They both cried in each other’s arms. For Vinnie, he’d just lost the closest thing he’d ever had to a sister. For Throttle, he’d lost his love. But in the long run, they’d both lost a precious friend. And that video had brought up all those horrible memories. Eventually, Throttle regained his composure.

"So...what happened after that?" he asked.

Vinnie wiped the tears from his eyes and continued.

"One night, before he came home, we went into our cellar and brought up every case of alcohol we had in the house. When he came home, as usual, he was drunk out of his mind. Carbine hit him over the back of the head with a baseball bat, and I tied him down to a chair. While he was still dazed, we began to pour alcohol into his mouth. Just bottle after bottle of alcohol. Then as he was starting to throw up, we pushed the chair backwards and he fell to the floor. We watched him as he choked to death on his own vomit."

He said that with a glare of hatred in his eyes. Something Throttle didn’t see much in Vinnie. And it made him feel uneasy.

"And you wanna know something?" Vinnie said, "It felt good. It really felt good. We’d both suffered so much because of him. And it felt good to stand there and watch him slowly die. Just before he did die I spat in his face. Then me and Carbine packed up as much of our belongings as we could, and we ran away. And that’s when we met you, Modo and Stoker. Remember?"

"Yeah, I remember. That was the day we took you both in." Throttle said, "But I had no idea things were that bad for you."

"I know." Vinnie replied, "And the main reason that I put up the macho, show-off attitude that you’re all familiar with..." he said, both of them chuckling at the comment, "...is because it helps to escape from all the bad times I went through. It helps me to cope, and to be myself."

He looked out across the lake.

"The reason I came here, was because when me and Carbine were kids, we used to come to a place exactly like this, before the Plutarkians came and started to dig up Mars. We used to play there, and comfort each other whenever we were in need of each other’s company and help. I always come here whenever I need time to think."

Throttle looked out to the lake. He shuffled closer to Vinnie, and rested his head against his, whilst hestill had his arm around his shoulders. Vinnie restedhis head on Throttle’s shoulder, and put his arm around his waist.

"Life’s hard." Throttle sighed, "But we just have to keep on fighting. Because no matter what happens, as long as we carry on, we will persevere. And remember, Carbine’s gone to a better place now, and she’ll be watching over us. So we’re not just fighting for Mars and our people, we’re also fighting for her honor, and the honor of our other comrades who’ve fallen in battle." he smiled at Vinnie.

Vinnie looked Throttle in the eyes and smiled sweetly. Again, Throttle felt like melting.

"That’s what I admire about you Throttle. You never give up." he put his free hand on Throttle’s shoulder. "You’re a great leader."

Throttle put his free hand on Vinnie’s shoulder.

"And I admire you because you’re a loyal friend. And always know this. Me, Modo and Charley, would do ANYTHING for you. We love you Vinnie."

"I love you all too, man." he replied, shuffling closer to put his arms around Throttle.

Throttle gladly obliged, holding Vinnie close to him. As he backed away, he discovered Vinnie’s arms around Throttle’s neck. He looked at Vinnie, and again, their eyes locked. All the passions they had been feeling for each other the night before had suddenly came rushing back to them. Now, they were finally in each other’s arms, and they both wanted each other. But now, the bond of love between them had grown stronger, in comradeship, friendship, and companionship. But all this didn’t have to be said out loud. They realized it when they slowly pressed their mouths together. Electricity rushed through their bodies as their minds took in what had just happened. Throttle slowly backed away and looked Vinnie deeply in his eyes.

"I love you Vincent." he whispered softly.

Vinnie slowly reached up and softly stroked Throttle’s face.

"And I love you too Throttle." he whispered back.

They kissed again. This time, they began to explore each other’s mouths with their tongues. Their tongues flickered about inside each other’s mouths, and they both began to moan at the taste of each other’s juices. Vinnie moved his hands to Throttle’s chest, and began to grope at his broad, strong muscles, removing Throttle’s leather waist jacket. Even the cool breeze that was blowing wasn't enough to cool down Throttle’s hot body. The rush of excitement was just too overpowering, as he melted into Vinnie’s kiss. Vinnie moved his hands to Throttle’s nipples and began to slowly stroke them with his thumbs. Throttle gasped for air. Throttle then reached for Vinnie’s ammunition and weapon straps around his upper body and unbuckled them. They fell to the floor, and Throttle leaned forward and began to lick and suckle on Vinnie’s nipples. Vinnie gasped for air and pulled Throttle’s head closer to his hot body. Throttle slowly licked his way back up Vinnie’s chest, and stopped at his neck. He kissed Vinnie's neck whilst he reached down with his hands to Vinnie’s trousers, and began to fumble with his zip and button. Vinnie stood up and helped him. Then, Throttle got on his knees and slowly pulled Vinnie’s trousers and briefs down to reveal his fully erected penis. Throttle was immediately filled with lust and desire, and it hit him like a tidal wave. He slowly licked over the head, and Vinnie threw his head back and moaned to the heavens. Throttle then slowly engorged Vinnie’s member into his mouth, and began to swathe his tongue over Vinnie’s head and down the base of his shaft, moaning at the taste of Vinnie’s juices. He grabbed at Vinnie’s firm buttocks with one hand, whilst the other began to undo Vinnie’s boots. Vinnie motioned him to stop for a second. Throttle reluctantly complied and Vinnie stepped back. He removed his boots along with his trousers and briefs. He even removed his gloves. He wanted to feel Throttle so much. Vinnie was now completely naked. Throttle’s breath was taken away at the way Vinnie’s snow-white body shone in the sunlight. And with the sweet and loving smile on his face, he looked like an Angel. Throttle stood up and removed the rest of his clothing, slowly. Vinnie looked at Throttle, full of lust and desire. He slowly approached him, and embraced him softly in his arms. They began to kiss again, passionately, lovingly, closing their eyes as the overwhelming rush of desire and love swept over them, and seemed to take them away from existence. For a few moments, it was as though they were the only two people in the world. Throttle motioned Vinnie to the floor by gently pressing down on his shoulders. Vinnie happily complied. Throttle lay on his back and looked up at his love. Vinnie slowly began to lick his way up Throttle’s body, tasting him, loving him, lavishing him. Throttle gasped and moaned in ecstasy. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Vinnie finally reached Throttle’s mouth, and they lay there, kissing in each other’s arms. Vinnie loved the feel of Throttle’s soft, furry body against his. He began to slowly grind his hips into Throttle’s. Throttle moaned even louder, and he completely surrendered himself to Vinnie’s desires. He just lay there, with his eyes shut, and his arms gently draped over Vinnie’s lower back, letting Vinnie’s soft, wet tongue play with his. He wanted to hold Vinnie in his arms forever, never letting him go. He felt as though if he let him go, he would lose him forever, he would lose this precious moment. But then, much to his dismay and disappointment, he felt Vinnie slowly move away. But then, he sensed Vinnie’s body swerving. Then, much to his delight, he caught the musky scent of Vinnie’s erection mere inches from his face. He opened hismouth and slowly lifted his head off the ground, until he felt Vinnie’s warm, hard member in his mouth, andthen he began to lick and suckle it. He heard Vinnie’s passionate moan, and Vinnie began to slowly grind his hips against Throttle’s mouth. Then Throttle felt the warmth of Vinnie’s mouth embrace his own erection, and he felt Vinnie’s tongue begin to swathe over the head. Throttle found himself subconsciously grinding his own hips against Vinnie’s mouth. Throttle then slowlyreached up with his hands. With one hand, he took holdof Vinnie’s soft sheathe and began to pull it back and fourth over his member, and with the other hand, he began to fondle Vinnie’s balls. Vinnie’s moaning got louder, and he did the same with Throttle. They laythere, giving each other oral stimulation the likes of which both had never felt before. Then suddenly, due to the fact he was so stimulated, Vinnie’s orgasm exploded into Throttle’s mouth. Throttle engorged innie’s member as fully as he could, and swallowed every drop of his rich cum. Then, due to the new stimulation of tasting Vinnie’s seed, Throttle himself was pushed over the edge, and he moaned loudly as his own orgasm exploded into Vinnie’s mouth. Throttle lay back, his mind a swirl of overwhelming pleasure, and a sweet, satisfied smile spread across his face. Vinnie came back up, and looked him in the eyes, a sweet smile spread across his face.

"Thank you." he whispered softly.

Throttle reached up and stroked his face.

"Anytime Vinnie. Thank YOU."

They kissed again. Then, Vinnie suddenly moved away.

"What’re you doing?" Throttle asked.

Vinnie answered him by lying on his stomach, spreading his long, muscular legs outwards, and moving his tail aside.

"I want to feel you inside me." he said huskily.

Throttle looked at his concerned.

"Are you sure?" he said, looking slightly afraid.

Vinnie looked over his shoulder and pulled Throttle over to face him.

"Throttle, I love you. I’m very sure."

Throttle’s red eyes locked with Vinnie’s.

"I love you too."

They kissed. Throttle then shifted slightly so he was behind him.

"But I’m gonna get you used to it first." he said, before licking his finger, "If this hurts, please tell me."

Throttle put his hand on Vinnie’s lower back for balance, then, he slowly inserted his wet finger into Vinnie’s tight entrance. Vinnie moaned loudly.

"Please...." he whispered, "....don’t stop."

Throttle began to move his finger slowly in and out of Vinnie’s arse, slowly getting faster. Vinnie moaned and writhed under Throttle’s attention. He even began to move his hips in accord with Throttle’s finger. Throttle then inserted a second finger, then slowed his pace down again. Vinnie’s groaning became even louder, and he started clawing at the grass with his fingers. Throttle’s speed again increased, and Vinnie again, began to move in accord. Then Throttle inserted a third finger, and Vinnie’s head reeled back and he let out a loud whimper to the heavens.

"Are you okay Vinnie?" Throttle asked, concerned.

Vinnie only managed to nod at first. But then, he got out between his heavy breathing:

"Yes....yes, I’ okay....please don’t stop."

Throttle slowly began to increase his speed again, and like before, as Vinnie got used to it, he moved his hips in accord with Throttle’s fingers. Then, Throttle positioned himself. He whispered just behind Vinnie’s ear:

"Get ready."

Then he slowly withdrew his fingers, and then ever so slowly, pushed his erected member into Vinnie’s opening. Vinnie moaned loudly, but he immediately rested on the ground, his head resting on his arms. Throttle began to slowly grind his hips into Vinnie, moaning himself at the tight feel of Vinnie’s opening around his member. He slowly began to pick up his speed, gradually getting faster. Vinnie began to slowly move his hips in accord to Throttle’s thrusts, his moaning had now become whimpering. Throttle’s hands held Vinnie’s hips tightly as he thrust into him. He watched at Vinnie’s flesh in his rear rippled each time his hips pounded against him. This filled him with even more lust. He began to go faster and harder into his love. Vinnie suddenly clenched his buttocks together, giving Throttle more stimulation, which judging by his increased moaning and more desperate thrusting, he really enjoyed. They lay there for what seemed like eternity, as Throttle made love to Vinnie with every passion and desire. Then, Throttle’s head raised to the heavens, and he whimpered loudly, as he reached his orgasm. Vinnie felt the warm rush of Throttle’s seed flow through his whole body, and he leaned up and back into Throttle’s arms. Throttle licked at Vinnie’s face, and Vinnie’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and closed, and they both moaned as Throttle’s orgasm carried them off into eternity. For a beautiful moment, they became one in each other’s embrace. Vinnie was in so much of a sexual trance that he felt himself drift off into an infinite ocean of lust, desire and love. Then they kissed again.

"That was wonderful Throttle." Vinnie whispered.

Throttle simply smiled at his friend. Then he slowly withdrew himself from Vinnie. Vinnie grimaced slightly as Throttle pulled out and his suddenly felt empty. Vinnie turned to Throttle and they both kissed lovingly.

"Now it’s my turn." Vinnie whispered, with a sweet smile on his face. Throttle slowly lay on his stomach, rested his head on top of his arms, and closed his eyes. Then he felt Vinnie’s wet finger penetrate him, and he moaned loudly.

"You okay bro?" Vinnie asked softly.

"Oh yeah...." came Throttle’s breathless reply, "....just take it nice and slowly like I did."

Vinnie complied and began to slowly poke his finger in and out of Throttle’s tight entrance. Vinnie was a bit clumsy at first, and to Throttle’s slight discomfort, he was going a bit too quickly, and quite rough.Vinnie couldn’t wait to take Throttle for himself. But Throttle quickly subsided the pain and began to feel the intense pleasure.

"Oh yeah." Throttle slowly whispered, beginning to move his hips in accord with Vinnie’s finger.

Vinnie then slowly shoved in a second finger and began to thrust his fingers in and out of Throttle again. He tried to go slowly and not too roughly, but it was very difficult, due to his excitement. He wanted Throttle so badly. He was gorgeous, and Vinnie found him totally irresistible now. He never thought he’d find himself in a situation like this, but he was now. And he didn’t feel wrong in the slightest. He sawThrottle had once again begun to move his hips in accord with Vinnie’s fingers, so he pushed in a third finger and repeated the same process. Throttle’s moaning had now become whimpering. This made Vinnie more lustful, to hear Throttle whimper like that. He was his leader, he was gorgeous, he wanted him, and now he had him at his mercy. True, it was ecstasy to be dominated by Throttle, but now he was loving the role of being the dominant one. "I hope you’re ready Throttle." Vinnie warned in a usky voice, "Because I sure as hell am."

Throttle slowly nodded. Vinnie slowly removed his fingers, and positioned himself. He then began to slowly push his member into Throttle’s opening. Vinnie gasped as the immense pressure overtook him. Throttle himself whimpered, as the pressure of his rear entrance being stretched was agonizing. But he begged Vinnie to continue.

"P..please Vinnie......don’t....don’t stop." he gasped between short and sharp breaths.

Vinnie slowly pushed his member into Throttle and then he began to slowly grind in and out of him. Vinnie loved the feeling of Throttle’s arsehole squeezing his cock. He grabbed two handfuls of Throttle’s firm buttocks and pushed them together. Throttle complied by clenching the muscles in his rear together, giving Vinnie a more intense feeling of stimulation. Vinnie began to pound into Throttle furiously now, without mercy or hesitation. He watched with lust as the flesh in Throttle’s rear rippled with his pounding. Vinnie’s hands moved to Throttle’s hips and he began to pull him into his thrusts, sending waves of pleasure flowing through Throttle’s body. Vinnie then suddenly arched his back, lifted his head to the heavens, and let out an almighty cry as his orgasm overtook him. Throttle moaned softly as he felt Vinnie’s warm seed flow within his body, but he was in too much of a sexual daze to do anything. He just lay there, paralyzed by an overwhelming feeling of pleasure. Throttle then felt Vinnie slowly pull out, and turn him over onto his back. Vinnie then mounted Throttle again and began to kiss him wildly, grinding his hips against his, with his arms tucked under his back, and his hands gripping and Throttle’s shoulders. Throttle simply lashed his tongue softly against Vinnie’s, lifted his arms and wrapped them around Vinnie’s back, groping at Vinnie’s firm buttocks. Again, the need to old Vinnie in his arms forever quickly came back to Throttle. He loved him so much, and wanted this moment to never end. He loved the feeling of Vinnie’s hot breath mingling his face, and the taste of Vinnie’s juices as their tongues played with one another. He now felt as though nothing could become between him and Vinnie. He felt himself being brought to tears. Vinnie stopped kissing him and stopped pounding. He rested on top of Throttle and breathed heavily. Throttle just held Vinnie tightly in his arms. Vinnie heard Throttle’s soft weeping and began to lift up to look at Throttle and see what was wrong. Suddenly, Throttle grabbed his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. Tears began streaming down his face.

"Vinnie!" he cried out weakly, sobbing louder, Please....don’t leave me." he said before breaking into a fit of tears, "I can’t bear to let you go."

Vinnie was totally taken aback. Nobody had EVER said anything like that to him before. For the first time, he realized just how much Throttle really did love him. He was brought to tears himself and he held Throttle tightly in his arms.

"Don’t worry Throttle," Vinnie sobbed, "I’ll never leave you. Never. I promise."

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A few hours later.

As the afternoon dragged on, the Sun began to slowly sink behind the mountains, giving the sky an orange/red color, and leaving beautiful, sparkling lights on the surface of the lake. The trees rustled with the soft, cool breeze that flowed through the air, making dead, fallen leaves shift across the grass, and the forest itself was beginning to slowly darken. This was Mother Nature, in all of her majestic glory, which had the power to make one weep at the owerful magnificence and overwhelming beauty of this majestic maiden. And in the center of this perfect scene, Throttle and Vinnie lay asleep in each other’s arms, naked, within other’s loving embrace, and their legs and tails entangled. A soft current of wind blew through Throttle’s hair, and he slowly woke up with a moan. Looking at the darkening sky, he remembered Modo and Charley waiting for them back at the Garage.

"Vinnie," he whispered, softly shaking his friend, "Vinnie, wake up."

Vinnie moaned and slowly stirred. He opened his eyes and smiled sweetly at his friend.

"Hey Throttle."

"We’d better move Vincent, Charley and Modo will be worried sick. We’ve been gone for hours."

"Damn! You’re right! Let’s get moving!"

The two mice retrieved their clothes and dressed themselves. Just as Vinnie was about to mount his bike, Throttle spoke.

"Vinnie?"

Vinnie looked over to Throttle and walked over to him when he saw the serious look on his face.

"Yeah?"

Throttle took a deep breath and began.

"You know that I love you, and I know that you love me. And I just wanna ask you..."

He took Vinnie’s hand, clasped it within his own, and held it to his heart.

"...will you be my mate?"

Vinnie looked Throttle in his soft, red eyes. He saw nothing but sincerity, love, companionship and the type of kindred friendship that Vinnie had longed for all of his life.

"Yes." he softly whispered.

Throttle smiled sweetly and gently embraced his friend in his arms. They kissed. Vinnie slowly backed away and smiled sweetly.

"Come on. Modo and Charley-girl’ll be waiting for us."


The two of them mounted their bikes and adorned their helmets. Then they revved their engines to life and took off from that special place that they would solemnly remember for the rest of their lives.

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The Last Chance Garage, an hour later.

Modo stood by the door looking out for his bros. He was worried sick, and it showed on his face. Charley had a similar expression, as she paced up and down the Garage drinking her umpteenth cup of coffee. What if something had happened to them? What if Limburger’s goons had ambushed them? What if they’d been involved in an accident? What if they’d been attacked and murdered by street thugs? They didn’t know, and they didn’t really want to think about it.

"I hope they’re okay." Charley said.

Modo looked over to her.

"Don't worry Charley ma’am. If anything’s happened to my bros, they can take care of themselves." He reassured her.

Charley sighed.

"I hope you’re right." she said helplessly before walking over to Modo and putting her arms around his waist.

Modo smiled and put his large arms around Charley’s shoulders and back.

"Hey, we’ve done it before, right?"