Sean slid his hand up from Mark's bicep to his shoulder, forcing himself to push Mark until his lips left his. Mark's hand stopped on Sean's thigh, holding it against his hip. Sean lowered his head to keep Mark from trying to kiss him again. He couldn't even bare to look at him. Through the blissful haze of tender affection that his heart danced through, his mind cleared enough to force out breathlessly. "I thought Masters don't fuck their Pets?" Mark brushed his lips over the top of his ear, whispering to him. "That's true... Even more so for the Elites. However... I feel like trying with you." Sean tilted his head away from Mark's warm lips, whispering uneasily. "Why? I'm a Slum Dog. Aren't you afraid to get your cock dirty? Or worse?" Mark huffed, kissing his bare shoulder briefly before replying sweetly. "I know your clean. I bathed you myself. As for why... After seeing you with Al, I realized that I don't think I can let you be touched like that by anyone else. I want to be the only one to bring you pleasure."

Sean swallowed, closing his eyes as he shakily mumbled out. "That doesn't work for me. I won't let you. I tolerate you touching me... but that's where I'm drawing the line." A throaty chuckle left Mark, before he purred out playfully. "Is that so? Tell me... Were you thinking about that line when you made that bet?" Sean opened his eyes, locking them on Mark with a guarded look. Mark's eyes were gentle, upon adding on sweetly. "I don't think you know what you want. And you're even more afraid of finding out. But you don't have to be afraid. Whatever happens is strictly between us. I won't tell anyone." Sean thrashed, until he could climb off the couch. Mark didn't stop him, he simply sat up to get out of his way. Sean moved out of his arms reach, snapping out defensively. "Of course, you won't say anything! What's to brag about, right? I'm a filthy Slum Dog! Not someone you want to brag about to the Nobles. And for your information, I made the bet because I'm going to use that drive to escape, you arsehole!"

Mark lazily leaned on the back of the couch, coolly saying aloud. "Are you upset because I won't brag about it? Or are you upset that sleeping me is something that YOU can't admit too?" Sean shuffled his feet, feeling like he had backed himself into a corner. Mark was deliberately pretending not to have heard about his plan to escape. He was mocking him with a statement like that. Unable to think of anything to say back, he simply snapped out at him. "Shut up!" Sean quickly stormed off toward his room. Slamming his door, he fell back against it and slid down it to sit on the floor. Bowing his head, he ran his hands through his hair to try and calm himself down. Shaking his head, he bitterly growled out under his breath. "Arsehole... I won't be a notch on his bedpost. I may be a Slum Dog... but I'm not a whore. I've got standards." Sean shook his head, closing his eyes as he mumbled out in a softer tone. "Fucking hell... What's wrong with me...?"

Shifting up onto his feet, he moved to the bed and fell across it weakly. Burying his face in the sheets, he let out a muffled yell as he pounded his fists aggressively into the pillows. After he burned out his energy, he flipped over and stared up at the ceiling blankly. It was times like this that he wanted to go for a ride to clear his head. Closing his eyes, he imagined the hum of the engine and the gentle breeze as it rushed over his face at high speeds down a long stretch of road. After a few minutes of picturing the perfect ride down an endless road... He fell into a deep sleep without realizing it. It was a beautiful dream, until Mark shouted into the room. "Sean! Get up! We're gonna be late!" Hearing his voice in his dream, Sean yelped as his bike suddenly hit the brakes and sent him flying. Jerking awake on all fours, he stayed still for a minute to catch his breath. He had been dreaming about that beautiful escape? That sucked. Mark strolled into the room, smacking his ass lightly as he set coffee on his bedside table and he told him seriously. "Dress to impress, Underdog. You need to work for those parts."

Sean arched his back like a cat to watch Mark leave. The second he was gone, Sean rolled off the bed to get dressed. He wasn't excited about the Expo, but he was excited to get his baby's parts. Dressing in his torn tight black jeans, a bright green tank top, and his black leather jacket with the green dragon's colors. He then put in his black ear gauges and slipped on his knee-high buckle boots, and his fingerless gloves. If the Nobles were going to see him, then he was going to go as the Slum Dog he was. He debated about removing the chain collar but left it. If they wanted him to wear a collar... then he'd wear it his way. Stepping out of the room, he saw Mark smirk at him. Sean stopped short looking at him though. Mark was dressed so differently. He wore clean cut white jean pants with black strips up the sides. He wore a black t-shirt and a white leather jacket. Mark adjusted his fingerless white gloves, then set a pair of white visor glasses with gold lenses on his head. Did Mark own a bike?

Mark stomped his foot and the black buckles along his white leather boots adjusted to his legs. Mark twirled his keys in his hand, asking him smugly. "Got your bike keys?" Sean scoffed, muttering out. "Very funny. My bike doesn't run yet... Now what the fuck are you wearing?" Mark crossed his arms, telling him honestly. "The Masters have to dress to the theme of their Pets at these events. And since I didn't think I'd get you to drop the leather... I decided to relent to what would make you comfortable. Not go get your keys." Sean jogged back into his room to snatch his keys. He didn't want to get his hopes up, but he couldn't help it. Jogging back out to Mark, he watched him flip his visor glasses down and an engine outside purred to life. Sean quickly followed him out and his heart leapt in his ribs. His baby had been polished to a fine gleam. Walking up to her, he ran a hand over her and reached under to pop her panel. Peeking under, he dropped to his knees. Her whole engine had been changed.

All the rust, worn wires, and worn pipes were gone. Everything was shiny and she smelled brand new. His eyes were brimming with tears, when he struggled to ask. "When did you...?" Mark swung his leg over a bike that Sean had never seen here before. It was entirely white with chrome pipes and gold decal across the siding. The only things dark on it were the jet-black tires. Mark smirked at him, answering sweetly. "I had some people come by last night. That's why I came to get you. I was going to show you... but things didn't go as planned. You can tamper with her later. Right now, the important thing is that she runs. Feel like going for a ride?" Sean closed the panel, removing his visor glasses from the tank compartment. Sliding them on, he told Mark mockingly. "I don't know. Can that thing keep up?" Mark chuckled, shooting back firmly. "Funny. I was about to ask you the same thing." Mark revved the engine, making it roar to life as the sound reverberated off the cement walls.

Sean swung his leg over his bike, curling his fingers around her leather handle bars. Slowly driving her out of the parking spot to rest beside Mark's, he questioned him curiously. "I didn't know you could ride." Mark winked, informing him honestly. "I couldn't before. I learned." Mark's spokeless tires began to glow with a bright light as he drove over onto the platform, shouting to him over the engines. "Just try not to crash, Underdog." Sean drove onto the platform, snapping out. "Just send me the destination and I'll meet you there. And I'll prove my bike will smoke you!" Mark pointed to his visor and then at his, sending the location to his visor map. Sean smirked, until Mark chuckled out as the platform lowered. "You should know. That bike has a kill switch. You try to escape... that engine is useless." Sean clenched him jaw with disappointment. He knew there had to be a catch. He'd have to go through her engine thoroughly and then rip out those shackles he'd put in her.

The second the platform landed, Mark raised his feet off the ground and took off. Sean revved his engine, following him out of the building. Sean watched Mark speed out into the racing traffic and held his breath. He wasn't used to driving around cars, but he loved the challenge. Taking a risk, he sped out into the center of the road. While the cars ran within the in lines for things to run smoothly, Mark drove around them as recklessly and he drove his car. Sean loved it. Gaining speed up to hundred miles per hour, he caught up to Mark. Mark's bike was wider than his with thick wheels, but a sleek enough design to rival his. Sean wondered if he chose a newer model of his bike on purpose. However, the newer model couldn't turn as smoothly as his could. Sean rushed up next to Mark, giving him a wicked smirk. If he thought he could outrun him, he was crazy! Over the com-link, Mark challenged him. "I know that's not all you've got." Mark laid over the engine, pressing a button and his plasma charge ignited. Both Mark's tires rolling into white and gold flames, allowing him to shoot off past him.

Sean pressed the button for his plasma charge. His back tire spun harder into bright green flames as he chased after him. Traffic appeared to move slow around them as they dodged cars and opened up the throttles. Sean watched the speed gauge rise up to seven-hundred miles per hour. Mark was only just ahead him. Sean cursed to himself. Mark's front plasma charge was giving him more speed. Sean used the visor to see what he could use to his advantage, then grinned wickedly. Drifting in behind Mark, Sean rode up close. Mark glanced back over his shoulder curiously and Sean flicked him off. If Mark didn't know what he was going to do, he wasn't going to tell him. Sean waited for the tire's white flames to catch onto his front tire, then pressed his second plasma charge. He only had a charge in his back tire... but the power still surged through both tires. With his front tire lit, it would act like a second charge when he ignited the power. It worked perfectly. Whipping out from behind Mark, Sean laid over the engine feeling the vibrations as his baby purred with newfound power.

Sean pulled ahead of Mark's gradually, the gauge rising up slowly past eight hundred miles per hour. He soon saw the low building coming up, a devilish smirk spreading over his face. It had an open lot where cars were pulling up to let Nobles and their Pets out. Slowing his bike down gradually, he rode up and revved his bike as he spun into a donut in front of the building. As his bike spun around, the back tire burned green flames across the pavement. His engine roaring louder than any other vehicle in the lot. White smoke flared up, coating him in a smoke screen. When he finally stopped, he lifted his visor up onto his head and saw the Nobles were watching him with curious eyes. Some of their Pets even looked curious about him. Mark swung his leg off his parked bike, saying with a smirk. "Couldn't resist?" Sean shrugged, answering casually. "You told me to make an impression." Mark rolled his eyes, gesturing for him to stay on his bike and follow him. Sean didn't get it, but he obeyed. Coasting his bike into the building, Mark shook hands with Nobles and talked to staff.

A staff member led them through the small building, while Mark informed Sean seriously. "This is the first floor and showcase. Here, they will get a look at you and your talent. This is important for most breedings. Another reason that I had to get your bike working. Remember. These Nobles will donate to watch you get milked. So, make it count." Sean coasted by glass cases that reminded him of the auction. Only these cases were bigger and could be seen from all angles. In one, he saw Neko dancing on a stripper pole, while his awards scrolled around the glass. In other cases, he saw Artists and Musicians. There were so many different races and talents. The staff opened one of the three largest glass cases in the back and Mark gestured him inside. Sean hesitated, coolly asking him discreetly. "What am I supposed to do?" Mark shrugged, leaning in closer to his shoulder to tell him. "Do what you do best. Just look good doing it." Sean snorted, driving into the case reluctantly. Parking his bike, he turned off the engine and just sat on it for a bit. He didn't feel ready for this. He was so nervous.

Over the com-link of his visor, he heard a familiar voice growl out to him happily. "You made it." Sean jerked his head up, saying aloud. "Al?" A snort came from the visor, before he chuckled out. "Ya. To your right. Two glasses down. See me?" Sean swung his leg off his bike, moving to get a better look. Seeing Al laying over the hood of his truck, he laughed and waved to him. Al flashed him a broad grin, telling him over the com. "Deep breaths, Friandise. I can hear you panting through the Com. Relax. They just wanna look at ya. So, act natural." Sean raised an eyebrow, laughing out. "Ya... So, you draped over a hood is acting natural?" Al laughed himself, before purring out. "I'm enjoying the warmth of the engine. I call it bonding with my truck. What about you?" Sean watched a familiar man approach the glass, causing him to straighten up as he told Al almost breathlessly. "I don't know yet... I'll think of something." Removing the visor, Sean moved to the glass to put his hand on it, whispering so softly. "Nate?" To Be Continued...  

Translations:  'Friandise' (French) = 'Sweetmeat'