Sean pulled Nate down to kiss him. He wanted nothing more than to get away from here and never look back. Nate's hands slid down his sides to his bare thigh. Breaking the kiss, he breathlessly told Nate. "I really took you for granted, Nate... And I'm so sorry." Nate smirked, brushing his warm lips over his as he whispered to him lovingly. "You don't have to apologize to me. I love you too much to hold a grudge." Sean rolled his eyes, tilting his head to watch Nate's hand caress his exposed thigh. It was so strange to think that a few weeks ago, he would have been against being touched. Now he rather liked the attention he got from being touched. Nate kissed his neck, keeping his touches innocent for the most part. Swallowing, Sean very softly uttered to Nate shyly. "Nathan? Do you... Do you want to sleep with me?" Nate stilled over him, his lips prying off his neck to ask a little nervously. "Is this a test? If I say yes... Are you going to break my hands or something?"

Sean chuckled, curtly mumbling out. "No... I... I think I want you." Nate very slowly lifted his head, asking cautiously. "You 'think' you want me?" Sean shifted anxiously beneath Nate, sliding his hands to Nate's chest. Looking into his eyes, Sean sighed and told him. "I didn't mean it like that. The last few weeks... I've done things that I didn't want and that I had no choice in... but I liked them." Nate narrowed his eyes on him confused. So, Sean quickly told him sweetly. "You remember in the orphanage when we saw those boys raping that young kid? The staff did nothing because they claimed that it was normal. That we'd learn if we were fighters or cowards. That it would make us survivors..." Nate nodded with a grim expression. Sean cupped Nate's face, staring into his eyes more deeply as he admitted to him for the first time. "I saw what sex did to that kid... The fear. The pain. The shame. I didn't want to be that kid... Nate, before you took me... He was going to fuck me..."

Nate clenched his jaw, but his eyes were so soft and understanding. Sean felt his hands shake a little as he moved them to hold the base of Nate's neck. Feeling tears brim his eyes, he whispered wispily to him. "Nate, I don't want it taken from me... I want it to be with someone that I trust... and I've never trusted anymore more than you. I don't know if I'm ready... but honestly... I don't think I ever will be. I have no control over anything lately. So, before something happens... I wanna feel in control of at least one thing." Nate stroked his knuckles down Sean cheek, whispering to him. "If that is what you want. I promise, I won't be like them. I'll try to be gentle. But you don't have to do this." Sean squeezed Nate's shoulders, chuckling out nervously. "You already got my pants around my knees... So, just go for it. Keep in mind though... I was milked pretty hard at the Expo. I may not... seem into it." Nate kissed him tenderly, before breathlessly saying over his parted lips. "I'll help you test the waters then... I'll go slow."

Nate pushed Sean's shirt up his chest, starting to kiss a trail down to his belly button. Sean arched his back, feeling his warm breath puff across his chilled chest. Running a hand through Nate's hair, Sean focused on breathing in and out. Nate sat back after a bit, chuckling out. "You want me to take your boots off? Cause I can't remove your pants without removing them first. Or would you like to turn over and I'll take you from behind?" Sean started to turn over but jerked in surprise as the trap door was flung open. Sitting up, Sean reached for his boot knife and cringed. He had lost all his weapons after being taken to Valhalla... That wasn't good. Nate leaned over Sean to kiss his shoulder, cupping Sean's cock in his hand. Sean inhaled sharply, burying his face in Nate's neck. From the trap door, Karl's voice pipped up playfully. "AH! Here you are! Nathan, come with me. The party favors are ready, and I need my Second." Nate reluctantly uttered out nicely. "Karl, I'm in the middle of something. I'll be down later."

Karl's smirk faded and he snapped out deadly serious. "No, you're not. Your pants are still on. Now get your shit together and bring your bitch with ya." Karl narrowed his eyes on Sean, before turning to walk back down the steps. Nate made sure he was clear, before turning his head to whisper very discreetly into his ear. "Something is up... We better go." Nate climbed off him and Sean quickly pulled his pants up. Quickly dressing, they made their way down the steps back toward the bumping new song. Sean stayed close to Nate as they made their way through the thick crowd of the Toxic Glow Skull gang members. The black lights danced around the room to the thumping beat as the stage behind the DJ changed. A purple curtain behind the DJ started to rise. The people cheered louder as the curtain rose to reveal six chrome stripper poles. Sean leaned into Nate, feeling suddenly lightheaded. He knew what this was now. Tied upright to each of the poles were six naked young men. Each were gagged and blindfolded... but their thick dog collars were as plan as day.

Karl made his way over to them with handfuls of shots, yelling over the music to Nate. "They look good, don't they?! They were just released into the wild. Our men caught them trying to run through the Slum. Too bad they chose to run through the wrong part of town." Nate accepted two of the shots from Karl, answering with a shrug. "They look young. No younger than eighteen at least. Why were they released?" Karl rolled his eyes, tossing back a shot. Swallowing, Karl shouted out to them through a laugh. "Who the fuck cares? These pampered fucks think they are better than us. They need a hard dose of reality! Any Slum dog that accepts a collar is a traitor! They wanna be a bitch, they can get that here!" Karl locked eyes with Sean, causing Sean to toss back his shot before he suspected something. Nate tossed back his own shot, then asked Karl loudly. "So, what are you planning for them?" Karl flashed him an evil grin that revealed his glowing teeth, retorting loudly. "Oh, they'll love it. We'll treat them just like those fucks in Valhalla. Give them the real royal treatment."

Karl tugged Nate's arm, guiding him toward the stage. Sean followed until they reached the stage. Standing in front of it, he watched Karl dance across the stage to excite the crowd. Without ending the music, he pointed to the first Pet and raised his hands. People in the crowd cheered and raised their drinks or hands. Karl pointed to at least four of them and gestured them up. Nate stood professionally beside Karl, watching the group rush up to the first Pet. Sean shivered as the group swarmed the tied-up Pet. One guy grabbed the Pets legs and lifted them up to brace the Pet's ass to his groin. While the man fucked the Pet, the others touched and poured drinks over him to lick off his unsuspecting skin. Sean could hear the Pet's muffled screams between the beats of the music. It gave him goosebumps to watch. He was guilty of letting his own gang do this kind of behavior to former Pets... but now that he was one, this was horrifying. If anyone had reason to believe that he was Pet, he'd be up there and at the gangs mercy too.

He could see what the people of Valhalla saw now. Having been raised in the Slum, this was all he had known, but Valhalla was nowhere near as cruel to their Pets or their people. Nate helped Karl pick people for the next five Pets. Whenever a group had used the Pet to their fill, they left, and Karl picked a new group to get their turn. Sean lowered his eyes to the floor. How many Pets had killed themselves because he had let his gang use them like this? Karl hopped down in front of him, causing Sean to look up into his eyes without flinching. Karl lifted his chin, leaning in closer to say over his shoulder as discreetly as he could with the loud music. "What's wrong, Pet? Do you sympathize with them?" Sean took a step back to lock eyes with him. Karl flashed him a sneering smirk, saying to him disgustedly. "You think I'm that stupid? You'd be up there too if I didn't need those bike parts. You may not wear a collar, but I saw it on your face." Sean tensed up, refusing to look away from Karl.

He was afraid that if he looked away that Karl would send the masses on him. He was no coward. Karl chuckled, starting to turn away. Sean started to do the same, when Karl suddenly grabbed his arm and yanked him back. Over his shoulder, Karl darkly hissed into his ear. "If you bring that Elite down on my turf, I'm going to make you wish you had died in the raid." Sean yanked his arm away from Karl, glaring at him for a minute. Karl didn't back down, taking a stance like he was daring him to start something. Sean carefully backed up into the crowd, then turned to leave. He was heading toward Nate's bike, when a man slammed into him to pin him against the wall. The man grinded up on him, purring against his ear. "You look like a fine piece of ass. Let me rock your world, sweet thing." Disgusted, Sean let the man touch him until his grip loosened on his wrists. Then slipping free, Sean shoved him back and broke the man's nose with a quick strike with the palm of his hand.

The man staggered back, only to recover enough to tackle him. The man lifted him off the ground, tossing him over the nearest bar. Shot glasses smashed and spilled as Sean tumbled over the neon bar. People cheered and laughed. The bartender behind the bar jumped away from him. Sean slapped his hands against the cement floor and pushed himself up. The man stood confidently, gesturing for him to come at him with a smug look. Sean grabbed a shot glass off the bar, tossing it back before he hopped back over the countertop. The man tried to swing at him, but Sean ducked and snatched a bottle off the bar. Rising, Sean smashed the bottle across the man's face and kicked him in the chest. The man fell back into the crowd, yelling in pain as his face bled. Sean took a defensive stance, keeping the broken bottle in his hand. The man shouted profanities at him, causing Sean to throw the rest of the bottle at him. The rest smashed at the man's feet, but the man had flinched. Settling with that as victory, Sean stormed off to Nate's bike.

Swinging his leg over it, he grabbed the handlebars and flinched as someone swung on with him. He was seconds from punching the man, when Nate chuckled out. "I can't leave you alone for two minutes because you cause a scene." Sean chuckled, taking Nate's keys to start up the bike as he answered. "Oh, you know me... I live for the thrills." Nate wrapped his arms around his waist and Sean revved the engine to get people to move. Backing up, he turned the bike and drove out of the crazy place. Sean didn't know where he was going. He just wanted to get out. Nate didn't question him, and he liked that about him. He must have known that he only drove out like this when he needed to escape something. Sean sped through the streets, enjoying the wind and the way the bike flew over the pavement. He barely noticed that Nate was with him, until he leaned into the turns with him. A few stationed Glow Skull gang members eyed them with concern, until they saw Nate was wearing their colors.

Sean drove until the music faded and the roar of the engine was all that could be heard. They were still in Toxic Glow Skull territory but more toward the outskirts of their borders. It was much quieter out here. Slowing to a stop on a hill, Sean's heart sank into his gut. He could see the old Green Dragon territory from this high point... and it looked like shit. Their garage had been burned to the ground and the place was tagged in Red Cyclone graffiti now. It hurt him deeply to see the place brought to ruins. Everyone he knew was gone. Bowing his head, he squeezed the handlebars. Behind him, Nate hugged him as he comfortingly said over his shoulder. "You're not alone, Sean. You still have me. We're still alive to fight another day." Sean nodded, but mumbled out grimly. "I failed them... It was my job to protect them..." Nate rubbed Sean's chest, telling him seriously. "You didn't fail them. They knew exactly who to blame. We just... We couldn't rally enough of the boys in time before they came for us."

Sean released the handlebars, telling Nate seriously. "If we are going to leave this place behind... We have to do it tonight. Karl is on to me." Nate patted Sean's chest, seriously telling him. "I know. I saw. And I agree, but this bike needs more charge. Otherwise, we won't make it out of the city." Sean shifted a bit on the seat, asking hopefully. "You know anywhere that we can charge the bike without going back there?" Nate thought a bit, then nodded as he answered. "Ya. They have a small racing garage. We can charge the bike there and... talk." Sean placed a hand over Nate's arm around his waist with a smile. Grabbing the handlebars, Sean started the bike up again. Over his shoulder, he told Nate with a smile. "Tell me where to go." Nate chuckled, reaching out to place his hands over Sean's on the handlebars. Sean blushed, chuckling as Nate purred to him. "Want me to drive?" Sean looked back at Nate, whispering softly. "I don't want to get up... I like you like this." Nate smiled, pressing his lips to Sean's ear to lovingly tell him. "Then stay like this. Just lift your feet."

Sean raised an eyebrow, blushing a deeper red as he mumbled out. "Nate... We haven't done that since we were kids..." Nate chuckled warmly, confidently saying. "I can do it. Trust me." Sean waited for Nate to shift up to the main seat to brace the bike. Sean scooted farther up the tank a bit, carefully lifting his legs to lay them over the handlebars. Leaning back into Nate, his grip tightened on the handlebars. He was surprisingly comfortable, but it required him to put a lot of trust in Nate's driving capabilities. Nate pulled Sean's hips back against him more, then slowly drove down the hill. Sean kept his weight centered with Nate, giggling at the feeling of butterflies in his stomach. It was a freeing feeling to ride like this. Nate didn't go very fast with him like this, but he wasn't complaining. Resting his head on Nate's shoulder, he sweetly asked him. "Why did we stop doing this?" Nate kept his eyes on the road but chuckled out. "Because we got your bike running."

Sean closed his eyes for a bit to take in the cool night air and the smell of Nate's leather jacket. Nate's voice took on a sad tone as he said gently. "I'm sorry we had to leave her behind... I know how much that bike meant to you." Sean opened his eyes, stating out coolly. "Ya..." Nate pulled into a quiet little garage, slowing the bike to a stop. Turning off the bike, Nate braced the bike with his feet, reluctantly telling him. "You'll have to get off... You're sitting on the charging port." Without thinking about it, Sean shifted a little and turned Nate's chin toward him. Pressing their lips together, he kissed him passionately. After everything he had put Nate through over the years, he felt like he owed him this. To Be Continued...