Sean savored Nate's soft lips. Nate didn't pressure him for more, he just gave him as good as he got. Nate's hand slid up Sean's chest to hold Sean's throat in a gentle caress. Sean didn't know how long they kissed for and he didn't care. Pulling his lips from Nate's, he breathlessly whispered to him shyly. "You should charge the bike..." Clearing his throat, Sean reluctantly climbed off and moved to a worktable to lean on it. His heart was thundering in his chest. He felt so different. His emotions were never this wild before. He had been able to control everything with a level head... but Mark had done something to him. He had opened flood gates to things he'd never let himself feel and now he couldn't shut them off. Clawing the metal table, Sean stared blankly at the tools at the tabletop. What would his life had been like if he hadn't left? Would he have ever let Nate in? Hands touched his shoulders, causing Sean to curl up a bit. He felt too vulnerable.

Nate kept his hands still on him, whispering over his shoulder with concern. "Are you ok?" Sean huffed lightly, replying without looking at him. "I'm fine. I just... I'm lost. I used to know what I wanted and now... My thoughts and emotions are just caught up in a spinning wheel." Nate wrapped his arms around his shoulders to hug him, warmly purring into his ear. "Why are you always spinning your tires, Sean? Don't you understand? You've already won me. But I'll wait for as long as it takes for you to slow down." Nate slid his arms off him, stepping away. Sean brushed a hand over one of Nate's arms, feeling his heart ache as Nate pulled away. Turning around, he leaned his hips back on the worktable to watch Nate with fragile eyes. Nate kneeled by his bike to check the charge, starting to tell him casually. "The battery is a bit old... So, if we wait an hour it should have enough charge to get us away from the city. But after that-" Sean stepped up quickly to Nate, causing him to stop mid-sentence.

Nate followed Sean's legs up to his face, asking nervously. "Sean?" Sean reached down to grab Nate's jacket by the collar, pulling him up to his feet. Nate obeyed, his eyes glancing around for signs of trouble. Cupping his face, Sean stepped in against Nate and whispered to him. "Nate... I need you to save me from myself." Nate raised an eyebrow, but Sean covered his mouth before he could ask. Sean could barely breathe. His heart felt like it was spinning out of control, like a tire about to catch fire. Holding Nate's head steady, Sean brought his lips closer, pleading with him breathlessly. "I can't slow down... I need you to give me something to chase." Sean kissed Nate hungrily, holding him close to his own body. Nate got the message. Prying his lips off his, Nate asked breathlessly. "Are you sure about this? We can wait." Sean pressed his forehead to Nate's, firmly saying. "This is my choice. My life. I need to do this... before my choices are taken from me."

Nate nodded, sliding his hands up Sean's chest to lift his shirt. Sean helped yank his shirt off, then pushed Nate's jacket off his shoulders. Nate tossed the jacket to the floor, quickly removing his own shirt. Sean leaned in to kiss Nate's tanned chest and neck with tender kisses. Nate moaned, then bent down to heft Sean up into his arms. Sean wrapped his legs around Nate's waist, chuckling shyly as Nate set him on the worktable. Nate removed Sean's boots and Sean lifted his hips to let Nate pull his pants down. After they were off, Nate took a minute to kiss Sean's chest and throat with loving kisses that made Sean giggle. He couldn't believe he was letting himself do this... but for the first time. He wasn't afraid to try it. He was doing this for him and no one else. Nate stepped back to remove his own boots and pants, when Sean slipped off the worktable to ask him with flushed cheeks. "Get on the bike." Nate glanced at his bike, before swinging his leg over it. Sean waited for him to get comfortable, before holding his shoulders and swinging his leg over Nate's lap.

Nate pulled Sean's hips over him better, purring up against his lips. "Does it turn you on to have an engine between your legs?" Sean cupped Nate's jaw, blushing a brighter red as he whispered over his lips. "Yes. Does that scare you?" Nate shook his head, licking his dry lips with a bright grin. Wrapping his arms around Sean's bare back, Nate briefly kissed Sean before answering in a bold breathless voice. "Nothing you do scares me. I'm yours to command." Sean kissed him so passionately that he forgot what they were doing... until Nate spread his cheeks. Breaking the kiss, Sean buried his face in Nate's neck, pleading to him shakily. "Go easy on me..." Nate kissed his shoulder, sweetly comforting him. "I'll go slow." Sean kept his breathing steady right up until he felt Nate's tip try to push in. Tensing up, Sean rose higher over Nate's shoulder. Nate carefully wrapped his arms around Sean's hips to anchor him back down. Upon trying again, Sean tensed and jerked in his lap. Nate loosened his grip, purring to Sean sweetly. "Sean, talk to me. If you don't want to do this..."

Swallowing, Sean told him in a shaky but honest voice. "I do... I just... I'm... Fuck!" Nate rubbed his back, shushing him for a bit. When Sean's body finally relaxed, Nate whispered to him lovingly. "I'm going to try again. If it hurts tell me." Sean nodded. He felt so stupid. He was the leader of a gang. He raced at high speeds and could take a beating... but he was afraid of THIS?! Nate spit into his hand, smearing it over Sean's asshole. Sean bit his lower lip, hiding his blushing face. He was so sensitive there. Nate adjusted beneath him, then tried again. This time Sean forced himself to relax, until Nate was completely in. Sean moaned into Nate's shoulder, clawing his shoulders as his body accepted Nate. After a minute or two, Nate asked him sweetly. "Can I move now?" Sean nodded. Nate guided Sean's hips to show him what to do with him to set a rhythm. At first, Sean winced and groaned into it. His body was so stiff. Almost too stiff to do this.

Nate popped the charging cord off the bike, shifting to lay Sean back against the tank. Sean's legs rose to wrap around Nate's hips on their own. While Sean reached out to grab the handlebars to steady himself during Nate's thrusts. Nate grabbed the handlebars too, their fingers intertwining from above and below them. As Nate's thrusts came faster, Sean belted out moans that echoed throughout the small garage. He couldn't suppress them. Even through the small prickling pain he felt, the pleasure was too good to resist. Nate began to moan too, causing him to flip a switch and rev the engine to cover their growing moans. Sean moaned twice as loud with the engine roaring to life beneath him, sending tingles down his spine. Sean's legs eventually tightened, and his toes curled. With one more rev of the engine, Sean arched his back with frustration. His body wanted to cum... but the ring wouldn't have it. It left him hard and wanting! Seeing him trying to cum had set off Nate though. Nate turned off the bike, panting heavily as he asked. "The ring's not letting you...?"

Sean nodded, groaning out with frustration. "Fuck it! Nate, laser the fucking thing off!" Nate's eyes widened, chuckling out. "But you said-" Sean sat up, retorting sternly. "I don't care what I said. Get this off! It's torturing me!" Nate nodded, pulling out of Sean to climb off the bike carefully. Sean shifted to balance himself on the bike, grumbling out. "How will you do it?" Nate picked up the laser pen from the worktable, answering as he turned it on. "I'll lay the laser sideways against the metal and wear it down. Once it is thin enough or hot enough, I think I can cut the rest." Sean watched Nate shorten the beam length and thin it to a fine red line. Nate even picked up a piece of scrap metal to test it. Moving closer, Nate told him. "You might want to lay on the worktable. It will be easier to-" Nate was cut off by the sound of loud clapping. Sean immediately covered his hard cock, staring at the open rolling garage door. From the shadows, Karl stepped into the lights of the garage with a dark expression. Nate turned dials on the laser, stating out seriously. "Karl. Walk away. NOW."

Karl lowered his hands, gesturing behind him as more glowing bikes showed up. Locking cold eyes on Nate, Karl purred out so nicely. "I took you in... because of your Black Market dealings with the Trader... I even agreed to save your leader from the city... provided that he WASN'T a Pet. He had no collar, but he sure did act like some pampered Pet." Nate moved closer to block Sean from Karl's view. Karl inhaled deeply, not moving any closer as he simply continued. "I should let every member of my gang have their way with both of you for this heartbreaking betrayal." Nate pointed a finger at Karl, snapping back. "You do that, and you'll NEVER get your hands on those parts! Your bikes will never even get off the finish line without them! You'd be the laughingstock of the Slum Races! Your bikes are falling part!" Karl nodded reluctantly, chuckling out. "You're right. They are in desperate need for repairs. I do need those parts." Nate calmed down, until Karl flashed them a devilish grin and said aloud. "But you're wrong. I don't need you."

Sean's blood turned to ice as Bradley and twelve of his bikers stepped into the garage. Bradley grinned wickedly, while Karl informed them coolly. "See. Bradly here has offered a trade. He'll give us fifteen new bikes... for you two. The last Green Dragons. Although... I do think that I'm getting the better end of this deal." Bradley jerked his head, calmly uttering out. "Take them." Sean hopped off the bike to snatch a motorcycle tire iron off the wall. As the Cyclones came in to get them, Nate stood still and then flicked on the laser to slice the hands off two of the men. When a man grabbed Nate's arm to keep him from using the laser, Sean rushed in to kick the man's elbow, causing the man's bone to snap. More men rushed in and Sean stood back to back with Nate to fight them off. They had injured quite a few of them, but when Karl's men stepped in to help. They became overwhelmed. The Cyclones zip tied their wrists and ankles, hefting them over their shoulders to take them to motorcycles with sidecars built like cages.

Sean screamed for Nate as they were separated and put into two different cages. Sean kicked at the cage door to keep it open, but they shoved it closed and locked him in. Sitting up on the metal seat, he glared through the bars at Bradley. Bradley smirked, moving to the cage slowly as he told him. "I was hoping you'd come back... We've still got a score to settle you and me. And I'm going to take it from your flesh." Sean spit through the bars, hitting Bradley's cheek just short of his eye. Wiping his cheek, Bradley chuckled out to his boys. "Oh, I can't wait to teach this one some manners." The bikers laughed, then their engines roared to life. Sean shifted in the seat, trying to struggle out of the zip ties. There was nothing scarier in the Slums then being taken prisoner by a rival gang. While the captured Pets were raped for punishment and fun by every gang member in one form or another. He'd be in for long days of public demoralizing. All to showcase their victory over his gang. As they crossed over the border into the Red Cyclones territory, Sean slumped down in the seat and prayed for a miracle as tears rolled down his cheeks.

Back in Valhalla, Mark finished the public speeches on the incident and how the raiders would be dealt with. He even took the blame for his Pet being the reason for the raid like Mother wanted. Which forced him to agree to public punishment on behalf of the Masters and Pets injured in the chaos. Leaving the stage, Mark gestured to a group of Valkyries that had been stationed to protect him. Following him out to an armored limo, Mark told the Valkyries in a bit of a rush. "Come with me. We are going to retrieve my Pet from the Slums. I want nonlethal ammo. Enough to knock them on their fucking ass for a few hours, but not enough to kill them. Understood?" The androids nodded, taking up positions around the car and switched the gears on their spear looking rods. Opening the car door, he told the closet Valkyrie to him. "We have to make this quick before my brother sends out the garrison. We get in. Get him and get out. We leave the rest for my brother to sort through." The Valkyrie nodded, replying in a robotic tone. "Yes, Elite Mark. Lead on."

Climbing into the back of the armored limo, the android driver told him calmly. "You do not have to come with us, Sir. We can collect him without the risk-" Mark slammed the door, removing a gun that he cocked to charge it. Then ordered the driver in a dark tone. "Just go." The driver nodded, starting the car. This would be his first time in the Slums. He didn't know what to expect. Glancing at his watch, he watched Sean's heartrate spike. He had been monitoring it all day and it pissed him off to think that Sean was having fun... but unlike earlier something was wrong. Sean's heart was spiking erratically. His data compared it to whenever Sean was fighting. Tightening his grip on his gun, he locked his jaw. He didn't have the words to express how he felt. He just wanted Sean back. The Slums were no place for a Pet... and Sean was probably figuring that out the hard way. To Be Continued...