The Glass House: Chapter Twelve
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wolfanficsTitle: The Glass House
Author: Sashataakheru
Beta: The wonderfulrana_narsilion <3
Fandom: The Chaser/AusComedy RPS
Starring: Adam Hills, Sepulchre (OC), Wil Anderson, Hamish Blake, Craig Reucassel, Tim Minchin, Julian Morrow, Chas Licciardello, Charles Firth, Chris Taylor, Andrew Hansen, Caleb (OC), Dr Rachel Hardy (OC), Antoinette Laurent (OC), Dr Samantha Reddings (OC), Dominic Knight, Shane Cubis, Gregor Stronach, Tim Brunero, Andy Lee
Pairings: Andrew/Chris; Adam/Hamish; Jules/Chas; Rachel/Antoinette(/Samantha); Adam/Seb; Adam/Wil; Craig/Caleb; Adam/Wil/Tim; Andrew/Craig, Wil/Chas; implied Tim/Craig
Word Count: 3,987
Chapter: 12/28 [Previous]
Warnings: language, smut, violence
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author’s Notes: FYI, fullwing = winged human capable of flight. Halfwing = fullwing/human halfbreed, usually unable to fly, sometimes have vestigial wings, but can be removed to pass as human and not as winged.
Summary: The tide begins to turn in the rebels' favour and Wil and Julian plot to capitalise on mistakes made by the State. Meanwhile, Craig and Caleb find themselves distracted, and in doing so, find themselves the bearers of disturbing news.
Chapter Twelve
Wil watched the news filtering in on the State-run news channel with dismay and alarm. He’d heard about the bulletin and wanted to know what propaganda was being spilled to them this time. What he saw horrified him. The Army were rounding up halfwings and marching them into the backs of trucks to take them to prison camps. How could the people condone such action against their own people?
As it turned out, the people left behind weren’t too pleased, it seemed, after the Army fired at them to stop them going after their loved ones. And as much as Wil was horrified at the attacks, there was a growing realisation that maybe, just maybe, the tide would soon be turning in their favour.
“I gotta go tell Julian. This could be the turning point,” Wil muttered as he switched off the TV and ran off to find Julian.
Wil burst into Julian’s room wearing an expression caught between joy and horror. Suitably intrigued, Julian invited him in. Chas was still curled up at his feet and shifted as Julian rose to greet him.
“Something wrong? I’m not sure if you’re happy or not,” Julian said.
“They’re rounding up halfwings. All over the fucking country. Somehow, they got footage in of the Army firing on those left behind. That’ll cause outrage, that will. Clearly, they think they’ve got nothing left to lose by doing this now. I think we might have found a point we can garner their support with,” Wil said.
“You’re fucking kidding me. I thought they were never going to do that. I wonder what changed their mind,” Julian said.
“I don’t know, but the news said it was part of their strike against rebellion. There was a vague reference to strikes against rebel strongholds, but I think they’re lying or we’d have heard something about that by now from our own sources,” Wil said.
“All I’ve heard are that the Army’s increasing their presence in the suburbs and carrying out raids on suspected houses hiding rebels. There’s also been chatter that they’re going to start with the restricted zones as well, but nothing official, so we can’t assume that’s happening or not,” Julian said.
“Either way, this is a serious development. It’s almost a declaration of war, isn’t it? The number of people killed right now is going to skyrocket and there’s nothing we can do about that,” Wil said. “Hey, is there any way to hack into the official news channel and broadcast our own message? Could we hack it for a minute and send our own message to the people and rally them to our cause?”
“It’s risky, it is, and comes with a serious threat of discovery and death. No more than a minute of airtime would be available, and we know they have the technology to track the signal. We’ve thought about doing it before, but never bothered because we were too concerned with keeping our heads down. But maybe it is time to announce our presence and make our demands. The Army still aren’t quite sure we even exist. They just know there’s something out there, which might explain the generalised raids. They’d have come here by now if they’d known we were real. Come on, let’s go talk to Charles. He’ll be able to tell us if it’s possible or not,” Julian said.
“Julian, what can I do for you?” Charles said, spinning around on his chair to see Julian and Wil standing in the doorway of his tiny room where he worked when he wasn’t out scouring the country for allies. He’d seen them on the security monitor as they walked down the corridor towards him.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that. It’s still creepy, you know,” Julian said.
“Sorry. I just like knowing who’s coming. I do tend to get rather engrossed in my work. So, what brings you to my lair?” Charles said.
“Is it possible to hack into the official news channel to broadcast our own message? We think the time to do so is now. The Army’s rounding up halfwings and proclaiming it as some sort of strike against us. The people are becoming aware that the Army doesn’t exist to protect them, but to enforce tyranny. I think it’s time we used that to our advantage,” Julian said.
“Well, theoretically it’s possible. It’s tricky, and there’s a lot that needs doing to remain untraceable, but it is possible. Barely. But only because of the transmitters they use and fail to secure properly. I’ve managed to hack into their network twice before, just to see if it could be done, but I’ve never broadcast anything so I don’t know how quickly it would be picked up and traced. I’ll also need some time to properly secure our own signal. Have you got your tape ready? Or do we need to shoot that too?” Charles said.
“We haven’t got anything prepared yet. We were just curious if it’s possible,” Wil said.
“Well, go get me something and I’ll work on the hacking. Make it no more than 60 seconds all up. I can’t guarantee any more time than that. If you could get it down to 30 seconds that’d be even better,” Charles said.
“We’ll see what we can do. Oh, wait, Adam’s off at the arena, isn’t he? Should we wait til he gets back before we do this? Or is it too important to wait?” Wil said.
“I think the sooner we do this, the better. If the Army’s preoccupied, they’ll be less aware of what we’re doing. But if you think it would be a better look to have Adam front the tape, then wait til he gets back,” Charles said.
“Let’s wait. We don’t want to fuck this up. Let’s go work on some sort of script now and wait til Adam gets back before we do anything. I think it’ll be a better look if Adam’s up there talking to the people. It’ll give us more authority than if he’s not there,” Wil said.
“Okay, let’s go work something out. We’ll leave you to it, Charles,” Julian said.
“Give me a call when you’re ready. I’ll have it waiting for you,” Charles said.
Not remembering he’s supposed to be elsewhere that night, Craig shuts himself in with Caleb at the safe haven, wanting to fuck for as long as they could both manage. Caleb’s presence hadn’t gone down too well when Craig had introduced him the morning after he’d arrived. Julian hated unannounced guests, especially ones that were going to stay permanently and not just pass through. Perhaps Julian had guessed that Craig had stolen money from him and what he’d spent it on. Craig didn’t care though. He counted it as just another reason why Julian – and the rest – didn’t like him.
Once again, Craig and Caleb weren’t bothering with care as their clothes came off and they fell onto the bed together. Caleb was on his back, with Craig lying over him, both hands grabbing his head as he planted soft kisses all over him. Caleb held him back, hands slipping down Craig’s chest to his hips. Craig groaned at Caleb’s soft touch, grinding against him, already worked up enough to want to hurry and push inside him. Craig’s wings acted like a blanket, covering them both with warmth.
“Hey, Craig,” Caleb murmured against Craig’s kisses.
“Yeah?” Craig murmured back, planting soft kisses along his jaw line.
“I wanna take it slow tonight. Draw it out. Make it last til midnight, if you can hold back that long,” Caleb said with a slight smirk, making it clear he didn’t believe Craig could last that long.
“Giving me a challenge, hey?” Craig said, nibbling on his ear.
“Not up to it? Damn, I need me a new boyfriend,” Caleb said.
Craig paused. Neither of them had referred to the other as their boyfriend yet, in spite of both knowing that was what they were. Craig was pleasantly surprised that Caleb had said it.
“Boyfriend, hey? Is that what I am?” Craig said with a teasing grin.
“Well, what else are you? You’re certainly not paying me for sex anymore, therefore you’re not my client. Must be my boyfriend. Or would you rather we didn’t fuck anymore, hmm?” Caleb said, equally able to tease him back.
“Oh no, I’m not letting you get away that easily. Boyfriend is what you are, and a damn fuckable one at that,” Craig said.
“You can’t resist me. I’d dare you to try, but I can see how hard you are already. You’d fail miserably,” Caleb said, sliding a hand between them to grab Craig’s erection, stroking it softly.
“A guy’s allowed to have a weakness, isn’t he? And with hands like that, no one could resist you,” Craig said, griding against Caleb’s touch.
“You wanna let me do the teasing for once, hmm? I could deep throat by the time I was 16. You ever been deep throated?” Caleb said, flicking his thumb across the slit, causing Craig to fend off his orgasm as he considered Caleb’s words.
“Never had anyone who could do it. Wanna show me what it’s like?” Craig said.
“With pleasure, as that’s certainly what you’re going to get,” Caleb said, pushing Craig over onto his back.
Craig scooted up the bed to lean against the bed head as Caleb began kissing up his body, starting with his feet. Caleb spent an awful amount of time softly kissing and massaging Craig’s legs, working his way slowly but surely up his body until he reached his groin, procrastinating further by sucking on his balls, causing Craig to tense up as he waited in anticipation for Caleb to finally get to his dick.
Craig could hardly speak as Caleb took him into his mouth, tongue flicking over the head, sending Crag into spasms of pleasure. Craig was losing sense of time, couldn’t concentrate on anything other than what was happening between his legs. He couldn’t help letting out a scream as Caleb took him into his mouth fully, arching his body as he slid down him.
Caleb wanted to smile at the noise this elicited from Craig, who was clutching the bed tightly in his hands, involuntarily thrusting into Caleb’s hot accommodating mouth. Caleb pulled back, sucking on the head for a moment before deep throating him again, taking Craig perilously close to coming. He was doing things with his tongue Craig couldn’t resist.
One more deep throat was all he needed, with Caleb waiting for Craig to come in his mouth, wanting to feel him orgasm inside him. Craig was far from in control, his mind distantly remembering why he was always determined to have Caleb, no matter the cost. The boy knew how to please, knew exactly what to do, without having to be asked. He just knew.
Craig collapsed against the bed as he came down, Caleb slowly sliding along him a couple more times for good measure. His wings were stretched out either side of him, limp and still. He was covered in sweat, but he didn’t care. He felt wonderful.
When Caleb finally pulled away from him, Craig let him, albeit very reluctantly. Caleb crawled up Craig’s body, falling on top of him, wrapping his arms around him as he kissed his neck softly.
“And that, dear Craig, is what it feels like to be deep throated,” Caleb said with a wry grin.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Craig said.
“Oh, you just wait. I haven’t finished yet,” Caleb said.
It didn’t take long for Craig find himself hard again, not only due to Caleb’s teasing. Caleb was painstakingly paying attention to every inch of his skin, licking and sucking his toes, kissing his heels, ankles, the top of his feet, moving along every inch of his shins, his knees, his thighs, his hips, landing a couple of good hard bites sending Craig shuddering with pleasure, licking and sucking each finger on both hands, his wrists, his arms, his elbows, his upper arms, his shoulders, his neck, moving onto his wings, delicately stroking every feather, making Craig absolutely frustrated with lust, having his delicate hands rolling Craig over onto his stomach, Caleb lying on top of him, running his hands through his hair as he kissed the back of his neck, moving between his wings, hitting that special spot that made Craig’s knees weak, his soft hands and equally soft kisses covering his back, moving down towards his arse, parting his cheeks to tongue-fuck him, loving the feel of Craig’s appreciative body reacting to every sensation. Craig found himself pushing against Caleb’s rimming, wanting him to just hurry up and fuck him, his hands balling into fists, trying not to batter him too much with his wings.
But it was his wings that Caleb paid most attention to. Craig was being unusually tolerant about his wings being touched. Usually, it just made him angry and possessive, but Caleb very quickly had him purring like a kitten. Caleb’s slender fingers weaved between the feathers, barely touching them, sending Craig into spasms of desire, trying to resist the urge to push Caleb away and tell him to stop.
Just when Craig thought he was about to die from Caleb’s teasing, Caleb started licking the feathers of his wings while stroking his fingers ever so gently across the bone. Craig had no idea Caleb knew what to do with wings. Craig had always refused him permission to touch them, leaving Craig to wonder where he learnt all this. He didn’t wonder for long as a shudder of ticklish pleasure sent any thoughts packing.
Leaving his wings alone at last, Caleb took his time preparing him, sliding first one finger inside him, making for his prostate in a bid to send Craig into spasms, which it did to great success. It wasn’t that Craig really needed a lot of preparation, Caleb just loved teasing him mercilessly. Craig’s begging only served to prolong Caleb’s teasing as he got around to pushing a second finger inside, his free hand placed on his back, pressing Craig into the bed, trying to keep him as still as was reasonably possible when you had a hyper-aroused fullwing clamouring for release.
By the time Caleb got to the third finger, Craig had lost track of just about everything really. His mind exploded with pleasure as Caleb finally slicked himself up and pushed inside him, pinning his legs down as he thrust inside him hard. Craig had pulled a pillow over his head in frustration, groaning into the bed, wanting to release all the build-up. But Caleb was again in no hurry, taking his time getting himself worked up before he finally couldn’t hold back any longer, letting himself thrust into Craig as hard and as fast as his body desired until he felt Craig coming, his body tensing up. It was enough to bring Caleb over the edge as he gave one final hard thrust inside him, digging his nails into Craig’s back, unafraid of letting out a scream that harmonised with Craig’s final groan.
Caleb collapsed against him, throwing the pillow away so he could kiss Craig’s neck again. He decided not to pull out immediately. He’d grown to love the feeling of just being inside another guy as they both came down after a hard fuck. Craig was breathing hard, Caleb loved feeling the rise and fall of his chest, his hands stretching out under his wings to curl around his torso. He pressed soft kisses to the nape of his neck, feeling Craig’s hot skin against his lips. Craig’s wings folded back around them, limp and still, tingling with an ache Craig hadn’t felt before that he put down to Caleb’s teasing.
“Fucking hell… You’re fucking…” Craig panted, seemingly lost for words.
“Amazing? Talented? The best fuck you’ve ever had?” Caleb suggested.
“Something like that, yeah,” Craig said.
“You’re not too bad yourself, nice and tight, just the way I like it. You bottomed much?” Caleb said.
“Not enough, it seems. Chris was a lousy fuck, never wanted to take his time, always rushed through, always cared about himself,” Craig said.
“Selfish fucks are never good. I’ve had too many of those. Some guys just don’t know how to fuck,” Caleb said.
“Tell me about it,” Craig said. “Hey, what time is it?” he asked as an afterthought.
Caleb finally and very reluctantly pulled out to grab his watch from the floor, or wherever it had landed in their hurried undressing. He found it against the wall. He half-got off the bed and grabbed it, quickly lying beside Craig again.
“Um, quarter past ten,” Caleb said, putting his watch on.
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. I was supposed to be at the arena at nine. Come on, get dressed, we’d better get over there before I get in any more trouble,” Craig said.
Thoughts of sex suddenly discarded from their minds, Craig and Caleb dressed quickly and headed outside to fly to the Glass House. Caleb was light enough for Craig to carry on his own, with the help of a modified parachute harness of course. But as they approached the Glass House, it became abundantly clear something was very wrong.
Military police were swarming all over the rooftop. Winged humans and soldiers were engaged in melees everywhere. There was screaming, fighting, sniping from the helicopters, and those winged humans still alive were being arrested and hauled into Army transporters.
Craig quickly flew and hid behind one of the nearby buildings, watching the scene unfold. He was struck with fear as he recognised Adam and Tim fighting for everyone’s lives, killing and attacking as many soldiers as they could in a bid to free as many as possible. There were more winged humans, certainly, but the soldiers had the better firepower, and the snipers were getting very accurate shots in. In a bid to save energy, Craig flew onto the roof and landed, hiding behind a large metal box, peering out at the scene again. He didn’t dare unhook Caleb for fear he may have to fly for their lives at a moment’s notice.
He’d lost track of where Adam and Tim were in the scuffle, distracted by the war planes circling the building ominously. Craig looked away in fear as the first missile struck, setting fire to The Glass House. Craig tried not to listen to the screaming. There had still been people inside the arena. Craig wanted to fly out there and help, but he knew he’d be putting Caleb in danger. Instead he turned to fly off, figuring he could at least warn everyone else about what had happened. And he spun around and came face to face with another winged human, this one muzzled, collared and leashed, snarling at them.
Craig found himself hesitating, not wanting to hurt one of his own, but wanting to escape so badly he was prepared to do anything to manage that. His survival instincts took hold and he managed to get a nice gash into the winged human’s shoulder, sending it to the ground howling in pain. Craig whispered an apology to his kin, hating having to hurt one of his own, but it bought Craig and Caleb enough time to fly off, sending them away from the destruction as more missiles rained down on the building. Craig didn’t know he was crying; he was too concerned with escaping to notice.
He heard people yelling at him as he flew, their spotlights must’ve found them, and the gun shots that rang out through the air scared him. He couldn’t see them, only heard them, and the thing that told him he’d been shot a couple of times was the pain in his back and leg. He almost fell out of the sky, Caleb’s weight suddenly feeling like he was carrying a boy made of lead, but managed to land on a roof to catch his breath and so he can make sure he was ok. Thank the Gods they missed his wings.
Craig tentatively leant against a wall, inspecting the bleeding wounds. This time he had to unhook Caleb from the harness. There was no way he could carry his weight now. Caleb was by his side helping him as soon as he was free, tossing the harness away. Craig was beginning to feel weak. His leg had only been grazed, but there was a hole in his back now. He was finding it hard to breath, the pain spiralling throughout his body. He wasn’t sure he could get home in this condition. He had to call someone, let them know he was alright, well, sort of alright.
“Caleb, call Jules. He has to know what’s happened,” Craig said, throwing his phone at him. He leant back against the wall as Caleb called for help.
“Julian? We need help here. Craig’s been shot,” Caleb said.
“What do you mean, shot? Where are you? Is that you Caleb?” Julian said.
“Yeah, it’s Caleb. We were going to the Glass House, but there was a raid. Planes and cops everywhere. They’re firing missiles at the building. I don’t know if anyone survived,” Caleb said.
“They raided it? Are you ok? You hurt at all?” Julian said.
“No, no, I’m fine, it’s Craig. He’s not looking too good,” Caleb said.
“Where are you? Where’d he get shot?” Julian said.
“I don’t know where we are. On top of some building, I think. He’s bleeding badly. He’s got a bad shot in his back and a graze to his leg. He’s not flying anywhere. Is there anyway we can get some help here?” Caleb said.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get help. You can’t be that far from the arena. Just hang in there, alright?” Julian said.
“Thanks. Hurry. I think the cops are coming this way,” Caleb said and quickly ended the call as he saw the search lights from the choppers getting closer.
Caleb dragged Craig into the best hiding spot he could find, making sure Craig was comfortable and not bleeding to death. Caleb pulled his shirt off and made a makeshift bandage for the wound on his back, pressing hard against it in a bid to stop the bleeding.
“You hang in there, Craig, help will be here soon. Just stay alive for me,” Caleb whispered.
“I’m so sorry, Caleb. Got you in so much trouble. Should’ve left you at the haven. My own fault you’re stranded here,” Craig said quietly.
“Don’t you apologise for one moment. This isn’t your fault. I wanted to come. How are you feeling anyway?” Caleb said.
“Back fucking hurts. Shit, I’m fucking crying. Gods, this is a mess. I’m going to fucking die up here,” Craig whispered, a hand struggling to reach his eyes to wipe his tears away.
Caleb leaned over to do it for him, brushing his tears away with his thumb. “Shh, you’re not going to die. I promise,” he whispered.
“Gods, I’ve messed up. They all hate me and won’t come for me. I’ll be left here to die and no one will care,” Craig said, unable to shake his mind from its melancholy mood.
“No, don’t you think like that. They’ll be here. I know they will. They won’t leave you to die up here,” Caleb said.
“You don’t know them like I do. I’ve pissed them all off. I wouldn’t be surprised if they all hate me,” Craig said.
“What did I tell you? Shut up. They’ll be here as soon as they can, ok? Now just be quiet. I’ll try to stop the bleeding here so you don’t die on me,” Caleb said.
With a heavy sigh, Craig obeyed, contenting himself to lie there and try and will the pain away as they waited for someone to come and help them.
Author: Sashataakheru
Beta: The wonderful
rana_narsilion <3Fandom: The Chaser/AusComedy RPS
Starring: Adam Hills, Sepulchre (OC), Wil Anderson, Hamish Blake, Craig Reucassel, Tim Minchin, Julian Morrow, Chas Licciardello, Charles Firth, Chris Taylor, Andrew Hansen, Caleb (OC), Dr Rachel Hardy (OC), Antoinette Laurent (OC), Dr Samantha Reddings (OC), Dominic Knight, Shane Cubis, Gregor Stronach, Tim Brunero, Andy Lee
Pairings: Andrew/Chris; Adam/Hamish; Jules/Chas; Rachel/Antoinette(/Samantha); Adam/Seb; Adam/Wil; Craig/Caleb; Adam/Wil/Tim; Andrew/Craig, Wil/Chas; implied Tim/Craig
Word Count: 3,987
Chapter: 12/28 [Previous]
Warnings: language, smut, violence
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author’s Notes: FYI, fullwing = winged human capable of flight. Halfwing = fullwing/human halfbreed, usually unable to fly, sometimes have vestigial wings, but can be removed to pass as human and not as winged.
Summary: The tide begins to turn in the rebels' favour and Wil and Julian plot to capitalise on mistakes made by the State. Meanwhile, Craig and Caleb find themselves distracted, and in doing so, find themselves the bearers of disturbing news.
Chapter Twelve
Wil watched the news filtering in on the State-run news channel with dismay and alarm. He’d heard about the bulletin and wanted to know what propaganda was being spilled to them this time. What he saw horrified him. The Army were rounding up halfwings and marching them into the backs of trucks to take them to prison camps. How could the people condone such action against their own people?
As it turned out, the people left behind weren’t too pleased, it seemed, after the Army fired at them to stop them going after their loved ones. And as much as Wil was horrified at the attacks, there was a growing realisation that maybe, just maybe, the tide would soon be turning in their favour.
“I gotta go tell Julian. This could be the turning point,” Wil muttered as he switched off the TV and ran off to find Julian.
Wil burst into Julian’s room wearing an expression caught between joy and horror. Suitably intrigued, Julian invited him in. Chas was still curled up at his feet and shifted as Julian rose to greet him.
“Something wrong? I’m not sure if you’re happy or not,” Julian said.
“They’re rounding up halfwings. All over the fucking country. Somehow, they got footage in of the Army firing on those left behind. That’ll cause outrage, that will. Clearly, they think they’ve got nothing left to lose by doing this now. I think we might have found a point we can garner their support with,” Wil said.
“You’re fucking kidding me. I thought they were never going to do that. I wonder what changed their mind,” Julian said.
“I don’t know, but the news said it was part of their strike against rebellion. There was a vague reference to strikes against rebel strongholds, but I think they’re lying or we’d have heard something about that by now from our own sources,” Wil said.
“All I’ve heard are that the Army’s increasing their presence in the suburbs and carrying out raids on suspected houses hiding rebels. There’s also been chatter that they’re going to start with the restricted zones as well, but nothing official, so we can’t assume that’s happening or not,” Julian said.
“Either way, this is a serious development. It’s almost a declaration of war, isn’t it? The number of people killed right now is going to skyrocket and there’s nothing we can do about that,” Wil said. “Hey, is there any way to hack into the official news channel and broadcast our own message? Could we hack it for a minute and send our own message to the people and rally them to our cause?”
“It’s risky, it is, and comes with a serious threat of discovery and death. No more than a minute of airtime would be available, and we know they have the technology to track the signal. We’ve thought about doing it before, but never bothered because we were too concerned with keeping our heads down. But maybe it is time to announce our presence and make our demands. The Army still aren’t quite sure we even exist. They just know there’s something out there, which might explain the generalised raids. They’d have come here by now if they’d known we were real. Come on, let’s go talk to Charles. He’ll be able to tell us if it’s possible or not,” Julian said.
“Julian, what can I do for you?” Charles said, spinning around on his chair to see Julian and Wil standing in the doorway of his tiny room where he worked when he wasn’t out scouring the country for allies. He’d seen them on the security monitor as they walked down the corridor towards him.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that. It’s still creepy, you know,” Julian said.
“Sorry. I just like knowing who’s coming. I do tend to get rather engrossed in my work. So, what brings you to my lair?” Charles said.
“Is it possible to hack into the official news channel to broadcast our own message? We think the time to do so is now. The Army’s rounding up halfwings and proclaiming it as some sort of strike against us. The people are becoming aware that the Army doesn’t exist to protect them, but to enforce tyranny. I think it’s time we used that to our advantage,” Julian said.
“Well, theoretically it’s possible. It’s tricky, and there’s a lot that needs doing to remain untraceable, but it is possible. Barely. But only because of the transmitters they use and fail to secure properly. I’ve managed to hack into their network twice before, just to see if it could be done, but I’ve never broadcast anything so I don’t know how quickly it would be picked up and traced. I’ll also need some time to properly secure our own signal. Have you got your tape ready? Or do we need to shoot that too?” Charles said.
“We haven’t got anything prepared yet. We were just curious if it’s possible,” Wil said.
“Well, go get me something and I’ll work on the hacking. Make it no more than 60 seconds all up. I can’t guarantee any more time than that. If you could get it down to 30 seconds that’d be even better,” Charles said.
“We’ll see what we can do. Oh, wait, Adam’s off at the arena, isn’t he? Should we wait til he gets back before we do this? Or is it too important to wait?” Wil said.
“I think the sooner we do this, the better. If the Army’s preoccupied, they’ll be less aware of what we’re doing. But if you think it would be a better look to have Adam front the tape, then wait til he gets back,” Charles said.
“Let’s wait. We don’t want to fuck this up. Let’s go work on some sort of script now and wait til Adam gets back before we do anything. I think it’ll be a better look if Adam’s up there talking to the people. It’ll give us more authority than if he’s not there,” Wil said.
“Okay, let’s go work something out. We’ll leave you to it, Charles,” Julian said.
“Give me a call when you’re ready. I’ll have it waiting for you,” Charles said.
Not remembering he’s supposed to be elsewhere that night, Craig shuts himself in with Caleb at the safe haven, wanting to fuck for as long as they could both manage. Caleb’s presence hadn’t gone down too well when Craig had introduced him the morning after he’d arrived. Julian hated unannounced guests, especially ones that were going to stay permanently and not just pass through. Perhaps Julian had guessed that Craig had stolen money from him and what he’d spent it on. Craig didn’t care though. He counted it as just another reason why Julian – and the rest – didn’t like him.
Once again, Craig and Caleb weren’t bothering with care as their clothes came off and they fell onto the bed together. Caleb was on his back, with Craig lying over him, both hands grabbing his head as he planted soft kisses all over him. Caleb held him back, hands slipping down Craig’s chest to his hips. Craig groaned at Caleb’s soft touch, grinding against him, already worked up enough to want to hurry and push inside him. Craig’s wings acted like a blanket, covering them both with warmth.
“Hey, Craig,” Caleb murmured against Craig’s kisses.
“Yeah?” Craig murmured back, planting soft kisses along his jaw line.
“I wanna take it slow tonight. Draw it out. Make it last til midnight, if you can hold back that long,” Caleb said with a slight smirk, making it clear he didn’t believe Craig could last that long.
“Giving me a challenge, hey?” Craig said, nibbling on his ear.
“Not up to it? Damn, I need me a new boyfriend,” Caleb said.
Craig paused. Neither of them had referred to the other as their boyfriend yet, in spite of both knowing that was what they were. Craig was pleasantly surprised that Caleb had said it.
“Boyfriend, hey? Is that what I am?” Craig said with a teasing grin.
“Well, what else are you? You’re certainly not paying me for sex anymore, therefore you’re not my client. Must be my boyfriend. Or would you rather we didn’t fuck anymore, hmm?” Caleb said, equally able to tease him back.
“Oh no, I’m not letting you get away that easily. Boyfriend is what you are, and a damn fuckable one at that,” Craig said.
“You can’t resist me. I’d dare you to try, but I can see how hard you are already. You’d fail miserably,” Caleb said, sliding a hand between them to grab Craig’s erection, stroking it softly.
“A guy’s allowed to have a weakness, isn’t he? And with hands like that, no one could resist you,” Craig said, griding against Caleb’s touch.
“You wanna let me do the teasing for once, hmm? I could deep throat by the time I was 16. You ever been deep throated?” Caleb said, flicking his thumb across the slit, causing Craig to fend off his orgasm as he considered Caleb’s words.
“Never had anyone who could do it. Wanna show me what it’s like?” Craig said.
“With pleasure, as that’s certainly what you’re going to get,” Caleb said, pushing Craig over onto his back.
Craig scooted up the bed to lean against the bed head as Caleb began kissing up his body, starting with his feet. Caleb spent an awful amount of time softly kissing and massaging Craig’s legs, working his way slowly but surely up his body until he reached his groin, procrastinating further by sucking on his balls, causing Craig to tense up as he waited in anticipation for Caleb to finally get to his dick.
Craig could hardly speak as Caleb took him into his mouth, tongue flicking over the head, sending Crag into spasms of pleasure. Craig was losing sense of time, couldn’t concentrate on anything other than what was happening between his legs. He couldn’t help letting out a scream as Caleb took him into his mouth fully, arching his body as he slid down him.
Caleb wanted to smile at the noise this elicited from Craig, who was clutching the bed tightly in his hands, involuntarily thrusting into Caleb’s hot accommodating mouth. Caleb pulled back, sucking on the head for a moment before deep throating him again, taking Craig perilously close to coming. He was doing things with his tongue Craig couldn’t resist.
One more deep throat was all he needed, with Caleb waiting for Craig to come in his mouth, wanting to feel him orgasm inside him. Craig was far from in control, his mind distantly remembering why he was always determined to have Caleb, no matter the cost. The boy knew how to please, knew exactly what to do, without having to be asked. He just knew.
Craig collapsed against the bed as he came down, Caleb slowly sliding along him a couple more times for good measure. His wings were stretched out either side of him, limp and still. He was covered in sweat, but he didn’t care. He felt wonderful.
When Caleb finally pulled away from him, Craig let him, albeit very reluctantly. Caleb crawled up Craig’s body, falling on top of him, wrapping his arms around him as he kissed his neck softly.
“And that, dear Craig, is what it feels like to be deep throated,” Caleb said with a wry grin.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Craig said.
“Oh, you just wait. I haven’t finished yet,” Caleb said.
It didn’t take long for Craig find himself hard again, not only due to Caleb’s teasing. Caleb was painstakingly paying attention to every inch of his skin, licking and sucking his toes, kissing his heels, ankles, the top of his feet, moving along every inch of his shins, his knees, his thighs, his hips, landing a couple of good hard bites sending Craig shuddering with pleasure, licking and sucking each finger on both hands, his wrists, his arms, his elbows, his upper arms, his shoulders, his neck, moving onto his wings, delicately stroking every feather, making Craig absolutely frustrated with lust, having his delicate hands rolling Craig over onto his stomach, Caleb lying on top of him, running his hands through his hair as he kissed the back of his neck, moving between his wings, hitting that special spot that made Craig’s knees weak, his soft hands and equally soft kisses covering his back, moving down towards his arse, parting his cheeks to tongue-fuck him, loving the feel of Craig’s appreciative body reacting to every sensation. Craig found himself pushing against Caleb’s rimming, wanting him to just hurry up and fuck him, his hands balling into fists, trying not to batter him too much with his wings.
But it was his wings that Caleb paid most attention to. Craig was being unusually tolerant about his wings being touched. Usually, it just made him angry and possessive, but Caleb very quickly had him purring like a kitten. Caleb’s slender fingers weaved between the feathers, barely touching them, sending Craig into spasms of desire, trying to resist the urge to push Caleb away and tell him to stop.
Just when Craig thought he was about to die from Caleb’s teasing, Caleb started licking the feathers of his wings while stroking his fingers ever so gently across the bone. Craig had no idea Caleb knew what to do with wings. Craig had always refused him permission to touch them, leaving Craig to wonder where he learnt all this. He didn’t wonder for long as a shudder of ticklish pleasure sent any thoughts packing.
Leaving his wings alone at last, Caleb took his time preparing him, sliding first one finger inside him, making for his prostate in a bid to send Craig into spasms, which it did to great success. It wasn’t that Craig really needed a lot of preparation, Caleb just loved teasing him mercilessly. Craig’s begging only served to prolong Caleb’s teasing as he got around to pushing a second finger inside, his free hand placed on his back, pressing Craig into the bed, trying to keep him as still as was reasonably possible when you had a hyper-aroused fullwing clamouring for release.
By the time Caleb got to the third finger, Craig had lost track of just about everything really. His mind exploded with pleasure as Caleb finally slicked himself up and pushed inside him, pinning his legs down as he thrust inside him hard. Craig had pulled a pillow over his head in frustration, groaning into the bed, wanting to release all the build-up. But Caleb was again in no hurry, taking his time getting himself worked up before he finally couldn’t hold back any longer, letting himself thrust into Craig as hard and as fast as his body desired until he felt Craig coming, his body tensing up. It was enough to bring Caleb over the edge as he gave one final hard thrust inside him, digging his nails into Craig’s back, unafraid of letting out a scream that harmonised with Craig’s final groan.
Caleb collapsed against him, throwing the pillow away so he could kiss Craig’s neck again. He decided not to pull out immediately. He’d grown to love the feeling of just being inside another guy as they both came down after a hard fuck. Craig was breathing hard, Caleb loved feeling the rise and fall of his chest, his hands stretching out under his wings to curl around his torso. He pressed soft kisses to the nape of his neck, feeling Craig’s hot skin against his lips. Craig’s wings folded back around them, limp and still, tingling with an ache Craig hadn’t felt before that he put down to Caleb’s teasing.
“Fucking hell… You’re fucking…” Craig panted, seemingly lost for words.
“Amazing? Talented? The best fuck you’ve ever had?” Caleb suggested.
“Something like that, yeah,” Craig said.
“You’re not too bad yourself, nice and tight, just the way I like it. You bottomed much?” Caleb said.
“Not enough, it seems. Chris was a lousy fuck, never wanted to take his time, always rushed through, always cared about himself,” Craig said.
“Selfish fucks are never good. I’ve had too many of those. Some guys just don’t know how to fuck,” Caleb said.
“Tell me about it,” Craig said. “Hey, what time is it?” he asked as an afterthought.
Caleb finally and very reluctantly pulled out to grab his watch from the floor, or wherever it had landed in their hurried undressing. He found it against the wall. He half-got off the bed and grabbed it, quickly lying beside Craig again.
“Um, quarter past ten,” Caleb said, putting his watch on.
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. I was supposed to be at the arena at nine. Come on, get dressed, we’d better get over there before I get in any more trouble,” Craig said.
Thoughts of sex suddenly discarded from their minds, Craig and Caleb dressed quickly and headed outside to fly to the Glass House. Caleb was light enough for Craig to carry on his own, with the help of a modified parachute harness of course. But as they approached the Glass House, it became abundantly clear something was very wrong.
Military police were swarming all over the rooftop. Winged humans and soldiers were engaged in melees everywhere. There was screaming, fighting, sniping from the helicopters, and those winged humans still alive were being arrested and hauled into Army transporters.
Craig quickly flew and hid behind one of the nearby buildings, watching the scene unfold. He was struck with fear as he recognised Adam and Tim fighting for everyone’s lives, killing and attacking as many soldiers as they could in a bid to free as many as possible. There were more winged humans, certainly, but the soldiers had the better firepower, and the snipers were getting very accurate shots in. In a bid to save energy, Craig flew onto the roof and landed, hiding behind a large metal box, peering out at the scene again. He didn’t dare unhook Caleb for fear he may have to fly for their lives at a moment’s notice.
He’d lost track of where Adam and Tim were in the scuffle, distracted by the war planes circling the building ominously. Craig looked away in fear as the first missile struck, setting fire to The Glass House. Craig tried not to listen to the screaming. There had still been people inside the arena. Craig wanted to fly out there and help, but he knew he’d be putting Caleb in danger. Instead he turned to fly off, figuring he could at least warn everyone else about what had happened. And he spun around and came face to face with another winged human, this one muzzled, collared and leashed, snarling at them.
Craig found himself hesitating, not wanting to hurt one of his own, but wanting to escape so badly he was prepared to do anything to manage that. His survival instincts took hold and he managed to get a nice gash into the winged human’s shoulder, sending it to the ground howling in pain. Craig whispered an apology to his kin, hating having to hurt one of his own, but it bought Craig and Caleb enough time to fly off, sending them away from the destruction as more missiles rained down on the building. Craig didn’t know he was crying; he was too concerned with escaping to notice.
He heard people yelling at him as he flew, their spotlights must’ve found them, and the gun shots that rang out through the air scared him. He couldn’t see them, only heard them, and the thing that told him he’d been shot a couple of times was the pain in his back and leg. He almost fell out of the sky, Caleb’s weight suddenly feeling like he was carrying a boy made of lead, but managed to land on a roof to catch his breath and so he can make sure he was ok. Thank the Gods they missed his wings.
Craig tentatively leant against a wall, inspecting the bleeding wounds. This time he had to unhook Caleb from the harness. There was no way he could carry his weight now. Caleb was by his side helping him as soon as he was free, tossing the harness away. Craig was beginning to feel weak. His leg had only been grazed, but there was a hole in his back now. He was finding it hard to breath, the pain spiralling throughout his body. He wasn’t sure he could get home in this condition. He had to call someone, let them know he was alright, well, sort of alright.
“Caleb, call Jules. He has to know what’s happened,” Craig said, throwing his phone at him. He leant back against the wall as Caleb called for help.
“Julian? We need help here. Craig’s been shot,” Caleb said.
“What do you mean, shot? Where are you? Is that you Caleb?” Julian said.
“Yeah, it’s Caleb. We were going to the Glass House, but there was a raid. Planes and cops everywhere. They’re firing missiles at the building. I don’t know if anyone survived,” Caleb said.
“They raided it? Are you ok? You hurt at all?” Julian said.
“No, no, I’m fine, it’s Craig. He’s not looking too good,” Caleb said.
“Where are you? Where’d he get shot?” Julian said.
“I don’t know where we are. On top of some building, I think. He’s bleeding badly. He’s got a bad shot in his back and a graze to his leg. He’s not flying anywhere. Is there anyway we can get some help here?” Caleb said.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get help. You can’t be that far from the arena. Just hang in there, alright?” Julian said.
“Thanks. Hurry. I think the cops are coming this way,” Caleb said and quickly ended the call as he saw the search lights from the choppers getting closer.
Caleb dragged Craig into the best hiding spot he could find, making sure Craig was comfortable and not bleeding to death. Caleb pulled his shirt off and made a makeshift bandage for the wound on his back, pressing hard against it in a bid to stop the bleeding.
“You hang in there, Craig, help will be here soon. Just stay alive for me,” Caleb whispered.
“I’m so sorry, Caleb. Got you in so much trouble. Should’ve left you at the haven. My own fault you’re stranded here,” Craig said quietly.
“Don’t you apologise for one moment. This isn’t your fault. I wanted to come. How are you feeling anyway?” Caleb said.
“Back fucking hurts. Shit, I’m fucking crying. Gods, this is a mess. I’m going to fucking die up here,” Craig whispered, a hand struggling to reach his eyes to wipe his tears away.
Caleb leaned over to do it for him, brushing his tears away with his thumb. “Shh, you’re not going to die. I promise,” he whispered.
“Gods, I’ve messed up. They all hate me and won’t come for me. I’ll be left here to die and no one will care,” Craig said, unable to shake his mind from its melancholy mood.
“No, don’t you think like that. They’ll be here. I know they will. They won’t leave you to die up here,” Caleb said.
“You don’t know them like I do. I’ve pissed them all off. I wouldn’t be surprised if they all hate me,” Craig said.
“What did I tell you? Shut up. They’ll be here as soon as they can, ok? Now just be quiet. I’ll try to stop the bleeding here so you don’t die on me,” Caleb said.
With a heavy sigh, Craig obeyed, contenting himself to lie there and try and will the pain away as they waited for someone to come and help them.