Chapter 36
The Rescue Mission
Fabien was fiddling with the lock on the cage and turned to Tristan.
Fabien: “Why aren’t you using your ice powers to freeze this off or something?!”
He queried sharply. Tristan lowered his gold choker to show him the power-suppressing collar underneath.
Tristan: “If I attempt to use them, I will get shocked.”
Fabien shrugged.
Fabien: “Use them anyway.”
He said casually. Tristan rolled his eyes.
Tristan: “What, and get killed? I have self-healing regeneration as you do. Besides, I can’t use them at all.”
He replied hotly.
Fabien continued fiddling with the lock.
Fabien: “His stupid bodyguard beat up Craig… I have to get to him.”
He muttered. Tristan quirked an eyebrow.
Tristan: “What’s this? Is this you caring for someone other than yourself and that someone is Craig?”
He asked wryly. Fabien growled and rolled his eyes.
Fabien: “Mind your business, for once!”
He snapped.
Dougal barged in with a huge grin across his face and his arms folded across his chest.
Fabien: “What’s the grin for? Burgers at Voyage Burger are 2 for a dollar? That doesn’t mean you pound down twenty.”
He snorted. Dougal grimaced.
Dougal: “Yeah, okay, whatever, Frenchie! I got nothing on that fat genderless blob!”
He flicked his fingers as if he were swatting a fly away.
Dougal swerved his head to hungrily eye Tristan. Tristan winced and embraced himself.
Dougal: “Mon dieu, mon Tristan! You look more ravishing than you did when I photographed you when you were seventeen! Usually after that, it’s downhill from there but you’re an exception!”
He whistled. Tristan flinched and shuddered with dread, recalling Dougal taking pictures of them when they were teenagers.
Fabien stared blankly at Dougal.
Fabien: “Men’s peak is seventeen? Gross.”
He gagged.
Dougal rolled his eyes.
Dougal: “What do you know? You’re French. Enough chit-chat.”
He clapped his hands. Robots sprouted from the ceiling and grabbed Fabien’s and Tristan’s arms. Tristan gasped and Fabien smirked as the hands elevated them.
Dougal: “I’m going to test your endurance.”
He shoved his glasses up on his nose with his knuckle. The dome from the cage popped up and the hands lifted them out and the robots hovered them out of there and placed them on pillowed chairs. They slid their feet through golden stocks and secured their ankles. Their arms were raised, their wrists shackled above their heads. Fabien inhaled sharply.
Fabien: “Kinky.”
He wiggled his eyebrows. Tristan snarled at him.
Tristan: “When I get this collar off Dougal, you’ll be a chunk of ice!”
He snapped.
Fabien: “That could have a double meaning.”
He quipped.
Dougal clapped his hands again. Mechanical tendrils came out with feathers to their armpits and feet. The color drained from Tristan’s face as his fear accelerated. Dougal clapped his hands again and the feathers tickled their underarms and feet. Tristan howled with laughter and Fabien laughed.
Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
He laughed hard and whipped hair, smacking Fabien in the face with his braid.
Fabien: “OW! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Tristan screamed with laughter and smacked Fabien again with his braid.
Fabien: “OW! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Dougal clapped his hands, and the tickling stopped. Tristan leaned over catching his breath. Dougal grabbed Tristan’s knee and he jolted. He held up a jar of “Fifty Percent More Ticklish” powder and nodded. Tristan froze turgid with fear. He was already insanely ticklish and this would make it unbearable.
Tristan: “No, no, no…”
He murmured.
Dougal sprinkled the powder on both mens’ feet and massaged it. Tristan jerked and squirmed.
Tristan: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAP!”
He squeaked and jolted. He could feel the heightened sensation and already hated this.
Dougal licked his lips and clapped his hands. Tendrils shot out from the ceiling with electric toothbrushes. Tristan panted wildly as his anxiety soared.
As the electric toothbrushes scrubbed their feet, Fabien howled with laughter and Tristan let out a piercing shriek followed by gasping laughter.
Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!! NOHOHOHOHOHO!!!”
He laughed and wheezed as tears poured down his face.
Fabien: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OHOHOHOHOHOHO MY!! HEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
He laughed hysterically, feeling his sensitivity skyrocket.
Tristan: “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!”
He laughed hard and sobbed. He felt his lungs were going to explode and he was on the verge of passing out. This was overwhelming him.
The electric toothbrushes scrubbed between their toes, and Fabien laughed hard. Tristan's laughter turned to wheezing. He threw his head back, laughing breathily until he passed out.
Fabien keeled over panting and laughing softly.
Fabien: “That was fun…!”
He blurted. He saw Dougal releasing Tristan from his bonds and carrying him.
Dougal: “You look even more beautiful when you're asleep, mon Tristan…”
He crooned and carried him away.
Fabien: “Hey! Are you going to just leave me here?!”
He snapped and struggled against his bonds.
~
Celeste and Deimos rushed up the stairs to get to Tristan.
Deimos: “Couldn’t we use the elevator?!”
He rasped.
Celeste: “The elevators aren’t working! Didn’t you read the ‘elevator not in service’ signs?”
Deimos let out a growl.
Deimos: “No! I have my mind on other stuff obviously!”
He fired back.
They stood in front of room sixty-nine. Deimos rolled his eyes at the number. He always hated Dougal and his stupid innuendos. Deimos looked at Celeste and nodded. She kicked down the door taking half the wall down in the process. They saw Fabien tied to the bed.
Fabien: “Oh, you came to rescue me?”
He smiled.
Deimos: “Oh, it’s just crap in the bed. Let’s go to the next room with a stupid innuendo number.”
He snarled. Fabien growled at him.
Fabien: “HEY! UNTIE ME!”
He bellowed.
Deimos: “Do it yourself.”
He ran down the hall. Celeste watched him.
Celeste: “Uhhh…”
She went over to Fabien to untie him.
~
Deimos ran to the next door and kicked it open. He saw Dougal on top of Tristan struggling to unzip his zoot suit. Deimos saw fury.
Deimos: “GET OFF HIM!”
He bellowed and charged after him. Dougal gasped and sprayed Deimos in the face with acid. Deimos screamed as the spray burned his eyes. Tristan’s eyes fluttered and his eyes snapped open when he saw Deimos in pain.
Tristan: “DEIMOS!”
He screamed. Dougal laughed at his misfortune and suffering.
Dougal: “Not so big, are ya, mate?!”
He said loftily.
Tristan looked in horror as Deimos keeled in pain. He swerved his head to Dougal with fire in his eyes.
Tristan: “GODDAMN YOU!”
He rasped. Dougal snapped out of his daze and swung his eyes to Tristan.
Dougal: “Eh?”
Tristan grabbed a Haruka pen he had on his nightstand and jammed it right into Dougal’s arm. Dougal caterwauled in pain and Tristan punched his face hard, knocking his tooth out and his head slamming back on the bedpost.
Tristan kicked him off and went to Deimos. His eyes were shut and his face had skin peeling off. Tristan looked down at him with tears in his eyes. Deimos’ body emitted a purple glow as he healed himself. His eyes and skin returned to normal. Tristan smiled and teared up as he held him close. Deimos wrapped his arms around Tristan.
Dougal spit his tooth out and glared at Tristan and Deimos.
Dougal: “Naughty boys need love, too, eh?”
He growled. Celeste showed up and jumped up to deliver a kick right to Dougal’s nose, breaking it.
Dougal: “AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! FUCK YA STUPID BLOODY BINT!”
He caterwauled and she punched him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. She rushed to Tristan, grabbed the power-suppressing collar and snapped it off him. Tristan bared his teeth and glared hatefully at Dougal staggering.
Dougal: “Aw, bloody hell…”
He wiped the blood from his broken nose with his sleeve and tried to stagger away.
Deimos: “Not so fast, King Hippo!”
He grabbed his shirt and kneed him in the chest.
Dougal: “AUUUGHHH!!!”
Tristan stomped his foot forming a sheet of ice under Dougal and Deimos kicked him over. Dougal slid back.
Dougal: “AHHHH!! AAHHHHH!!! FUCK! FUCK!”
He slid and fell on his ass sliding down the icy hallway until he slid down the stairs falling over. His screams filled the foyer until he hit the ground.
Deimos, Tristan, and Celeste looked down at Dougal covered in bruises, his arm and leg broken.
Deimos: “Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall.”
He spat.
Tristan: “All the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put Humpty together again.”
He added dryly. Dougal groaned.
~
Deimos carried Tristan out in his arms and Celeste walked alongside him. Deimos held a bag with Tristan’s clothes and belongings. Fabien trailed along.
Fabien: “Did you guys forget me?”
Deimos: “Easy enough to forget garbage.”
He snarled.
Fabien: “I want to see how Craig is doing!”
He snapped.
Deimos: “No one cares.”
Celeste: “That dumb shit ninai or whatever beat him up pretty bad.”
Deimos: “No one cares.”
He huffed. Tristan rested his head on Deimos’ chest. He was too tired to think or contribute anything.
~
Celeste got a shower in Ivy’s and Victor’s bathroom whereas Tristan took one in his own shower and Deimos took one in the spare bedroom bathroom. When they got out, Tristan wore his silver silk pajamas and Deimos wore his purple silk pajamas and they climbed into Tristan’s bed.
Tristan wrapped his arms around Deimos and rested his head on his chest. Deimos took Tristan’s hand and placed it on his chest. They gazed into each other’s eyes. Deimos threaded his fingers through Tristan’s snow-white locks and rested his hand on the nape of his neck. Tristan leaned over and kissed him on his lips. Deimos was taken aback but pleasantly surprised. He pulled Tristan closer as his mouth met his, tasting his hot guy breath. Deimos lightly tickled Tristan’s neck and he laughed in his mouth. He broke the kiss and gazed lovingly at Deimos.
Tristan: “Je suis amoureux de toi…”
He whispered. Deimos smiled at him and Tristan rested his head on his chest.
Deimos: “What does that mean?”
He asked softly. He looked down at Tristan and saw he was fast asleep. Deimos held him close and kissed his head.
~
Fabien and Craig were in their bedroom and Fabien was patching Craig up. Craig winced at his wounds.
Fabien: “You okay?”
He asked softly. Craig looked away, ashamed of himself. Fabien put his arm around him and kissed him. Craig pulled away.
Craig: “...I don’t deserve you.”
Fabien knit his eyebrows.
Fabien: “Why do you say that?”
He asked with hurt in his tone.
Craig: “I failed you… I couldn’t save you ‘n you could have DIED if Celeste didn’t come ‘n save ya!”
He cried. He bowed his head and clutched his hands on his jeans.
Craig: “I’m a failure…”
Fabien: “No, you’re not, Craig… You tried to save me but that person and his dumb shit bodyguard are too powerful.”
He sighed.
Craig: “...I’m so weak, I can’t even take down a fat whale ‘n some dumb bimbo!”
He sobbed. Fabien wrapped his arms around Craig and sighed.
Fabien: “Celeste and Deimos also struggled. Don’t beat yourself up. You did a lot. You stood up to your father and that thing for me. I will never forget that.”
He crooned.
Fabien: “You didn’t fail me, Craig.”
He finally said. Craig paused and looked up at him with tears in his eyes.
Craig: “I need to be better for ya!”
Fabien gazed at him.
Fabien: “You want an ability like what Celeste, Tristan, Deimos, and I have?”
He asked for clarification.
Craig: “Yeah… and not for wicked sick superpower reasons or cos I wanna beat Deimos ‘n Tristan anymore…”
He began.
Craig: “Not anymore. Now I want to protect ya…”
He added sincerely. Fabien smiled at him and placed Craig’s hand on his face, and leaned into it.
Fabien: “So we’re going to have to look for something else besides your grandfather.”
He smiled and leaned over to kiss him.
Craig: “Yeah, it looks like it.”
He kissed him back.
~
Dougal was in a private clinic in a full body cast and growling furiously. Goddamn that fat green bint, he thought. If it were not for her, I would have fucked Tristan as he slept and it would be the hottest thing ever, he thought. When I get out of this, I will have the ULTIMATE SUIT, and those mens’ faces will all be fighting over my todger, he thought with an evil grin.
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