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Fic: Our Last Memory 21/23 - Part 2/2

Category: X-Factor (Volume 3)
Characters: Rictor, Shatterstar, Longshot, Dazzler, Siryn, Domino, X-Factor, Skids, Spiral, and Doc Samson.
Pairings: Rictor/Shatterstar, Longshot/Dazzler
Genre: AU, drama, romance, angst, humor.
Rated: NC-17 for extreme violence, language, and sexual situations.
Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing. I just play in the world of those who can't appreciate.
Story Summary: When X-Factor gets help in defeating Arcade, they get a new member of the team, Longshot. But in return for his assistance, Longshot needs some help with his own problems -- on Mojoworld. What they find there opens up a whole pile of old wounds for other members of the team, and they learn that sometimes memories are all that’s left to hold onto.

Chapter Summary: The fallout from Mojoworld; a fights break out, someone leaves, someone joins, and two others sort out their issues.

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty-One,
Prequel Pieces: One, Two, Three, Four.
Extra Scenes: Chap 9, Chap 14, Chap 16.

A/N: Continuation from 21 part one.

It had taken him a long time to fall asleep despite the day’s activities. The rest of the team had all gone to bed just around midnight or so, but Rictor had found himself down in the living room and stealing the television set to bring upstairs at around two. Some old eighties slasher flick had succeeded in putting him to sleep, but for some reason he found himself awake again just an hour and a half later.

He blinked tiredly into his pillow and tightened his grip around it as his eyes readjusted to the dull glow coming off of the screen. His sheets were wrapped around his waist and his hair hung messily in his eyes. Every inch of his body ached with exhaustion, and he had to wonder how he even managed to wake up when he felt that tired.

All it took was one small sound though to realize that he had actually been woken up, and did not do so on his own. Brown eyes darted to his door, and he cleared his throat softly before speaking. “You can come in.”

The door opened with a small creak and was closed again just seconds later. Shatterstar slid into the room and stared down at the mattress. His hair was down and he was wearing only a pair of flannel pants. He did not appear as though he had been sleeping, however. “Did I wake you up?”


“Are you mad?”

Rictor released his pillow, removing it from its spot under his chest and tossing it behind his head. “No, it’s all right. I’m already gonna be bitchy at work tomorrow anyways.”


The warrior paced slightly through the room, and Rictor could only watch him lazily. “What’s up, amigo? Somethin’ buggin’ you?”

One shoulder shrugged, and the movement was enough to confirm Ric’s suspicion. “No, I am fine, Julio.”

Yeah, right.

“So why you in here?”

“Because I knew you would be the only person in this place who would not tell me to get out.”

Rictor snorted at that, and tossed his arm over his face tiredly as he yawned. “Guess that memory of yours is startin’ to work well after all, huh?”

“You could say that,” he murmured and stepped closer to the bed. He stopped when he was about three feet away. “I’ve remembered a lot of different things the past two days. Random things from all different periods of my life.”

Rictor felt his heart rate speed up, and he suddenly remembered being out on the roof earlier in the day before Spiral had shown up. A strange occurrence of back and forth hinting and hiding had gone on between them. Why did that make him so nervous? For weeks he had been working on jogging Shatterstar’s memory of them, and now…well, now it was scary. Rictor had done everything from pushing him away, to quitting, to begging and pleading – the idea of getting what he wanted was almost farfetched at that point, and yet there it was. Right there in front of him in the middle of the night looking down at him as he lay in bed.

Yet, Shatterstar wasn’t just looking down at him. Shatterstar was staring down at him awkwardly, and it was obvious what was on his mind. Rictor had known him far too long not to know that look. However, it appeared as though he were troubled. Nervous, maybe. Such foreign emotions to Shatterstar were always so easy for Ric to pick up on; they were too hard to ignore.

Silver eyes could not decide where they wanted to stay; Shatty looked down at Ric’s face, starting from his eyes and jumping down to his mouth. They took quick a trip down to his bare chest, and then ‘Star averted his gaze completely. Almost like a blast through time Rictor recalled sitting on his bed with him and getting the exact same look. Shatty had just recently died then and the boys were sorting things out. Sorting each other out. Shatterstar was conflicted with his emotions then, and Ric had been able to pick up on it. Everything between them had picked up that day, and the fact that the present time mirrored it made Ric’s heart jump around in his chest like a jackhammer.

Suddenly, he was not very tired anymore.

“There something you wanna talk about, ‘Star?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

A swirling pit of nerves invaded Ric’s gut, and it took him a few moments to find his voice. “I…I didn’t think you’d believe me?”

“Why?” he demanded.

“Lots of reasons? I dunno, pick one.”

“That’s a poor excuse,” Shatterstar hissed, and rubbed his hands through his long hair. He began pacing again. “All this time I wondered how it was even possible for me to be that person. How I feel and how I handle being felt for. All you did was sit back and watch and you could’ve just saved us both the trouble and explained it.”

“Whatever, can you honestly see us having a conversation like that? Since when do we sit down like civilized gentlemen and discuss matters of the heart!? Shit, Shatty, with your memory fully in tact you’d barely admit you even had matters of the heart,” Rictor scoffed and dug his head back into his pillow. “Besides, it’s not like we were even speaking much when you got your mind wiped. It’d been months since I saw you.”

“That doesn’t change anything,” the warrior clenched his fists and stopped in front of the bed.

“Yes, it does,” Ric sighed tiredly. He did not want to argue about this, and he did not even want to think about the circumstances revolving around them breaking up. Everything that had happened in his life since the day Shatterstar left had only been a landslide down into hell for Ric, and whether or not they were best friends, it wasn’t something he was dying to talk about. If ‘Star realized exactly where they stood with one another before all this happened, he probably wouldn’t even be there still. He probably only stuck around because Ric was there for him as he tried to get his memories back.

Rictor still did not mean anything. They were broken up, and Shatty wanted to find something more. That was all there was to it.

“Go back to bed, we can talk about this in the morning,” Rictor muttered, and pulled his sheets up over his head.

“We talk about this now. I’m sick of waiting around for you to say it. You still have not admitted it throughout this entire conversation!”

Rictor blinked, and tossed his sheets down again. “Wait…how long have you even known about this exactly!?”

“Almost three days now.”

Rictor glared at him. “You’re an asshole! Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You cannot even be mad at me for that,” he scoffed. “I just asked you the same question not even five minutes ago.”

“This is ridiculous,” Rictor shook his head. “We’re not fighting about something so stupid.”

“It’s not stupid,” Shatterstar insisted. “It’s important to me that I know. I want to understand, Julio. Of everything that has come back to me, this is the one thing that troubles me most. It bothers me not to understand things and it bothers me to know that I’ve been nothing but one major disappointment after another for you since I’ve been here!” he shifted his weight and ran a hand through his hair again. “I’ve made you so miserable yet you continue to do this to yourself. It intrigues me. You do not have to do these things for me, and even though they make you sad you still do.”

“You’re not the disappointment,” Ric shook his head miserably. “You were the one who went on to do bigger and better things. You left me. I never stopped lo--”

“Stopped what?”

“I just like to be sad, that’s why I do it,” Julio mumbled, hoping that Shatty wouldn’t catch the topic change.

“I didn’t do any bigger or better things,” Shatterstar ignored him. “I know why I left; I remember. I also know how I felt after the fact. That’s not what concerns me. What concerns me is now and how you keep hiding from this.”

“I’m not hiding from anything.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Do you even understand how you feel right now? Do you even understand the concept of a relationship!? I’m not going to bull in on you when you’re confused. That’s fucked up, and that’s how you take advantage of someone. Yeah, I want you to remember us. Yeah, maybe I want things to work out. But they work out when they work out; you needed to remember on your own.”

“Like you could take advantage of me,” Shatterstar snorted arrogantly. “Do you honestly think I would do something that I would not want to do? That I’m stupid enough to risk everything with you by letting that happen? I already went through this at the club, I’m past that. I remember enough now to know.”

“It takes a whole lot more to make this work than just ‘knowing’,” Rictor sighed and rubbed at his eyes tiredly.

“Yes and there’s a whole lot more to this than just taking advantage. You would have to have something over me in order to do that, and I would not let that happen.”

“This is a physical and emotional relationship we’re talking about here! Not a fucking battle, ‘Star!”

“I want to try it.”

Rictor stared up at the ceiling unblinkingly, trying with every fibre of his being to figure out what to do. Shatterstar was a big boy, and he had jumped through some pretty huge hoops in the past couple of weeks to get to this point. Hell, it was almost like it was yesterday Rictor just had to tell him his name. Three days…Shatty had three days to think over this relationship stuff in his head; was he ready to do this? Did he actually know what he wanted? He had been so freaked out before, and now…

Ric swallowed and looked up at him. “You want to try it?”

“Yes. I think I remember the most important things, but you have to know…the more I work at this, the more I remember.”

Julio inwardly screamed at himself to do it. It was what he wanted, after all. They could make this work. If they tried, maybe they could jog 'Star's memory even further. Doc Samson had said arousing the brain of positive emotions and feelings worked best. Would ‘Star feel positive about such a thing? All Rictor was anymore was some useless, powerless human who was not as near as toned as he used to be. Would Shatterstar still even find that attractive?

Through his inner turmoil his stomach twisted into knots, and one more time Ric looked up to Shatterstar. His eyes were still darting all over the bed, but otherwise he was trying very hard to seem sure of himself. Again, a look that Rictor had seen before. A look that preceded similar events. History was practically repeating itself, yet Julio still felt terrified of the outcome.

However, the outcome hadn’t been bad last time.

Rictor propped himself up on his elbows and never took his eyes off of Shatterstar as he grabbed the bed sheet and tossed it off his body. He was still wearing his underwear, and his hair was a mess, but Rictor could tell the exposure seemed to do the trick. The warrior’s eyes widened and he fought to keep his gaze from wandering.

“You can look. This is what you wanted. It’s all I got, too, so…sorry.”

Shatterstar just shook his head and stepped closer to the bed as he took him in. He swallowed hard and winced a couple of times, and Rictor knew things were going on in his head. Memories, maybe…hopefully. But ‘Star still neared him and he did not run away screaming, so that was a good thing. The slight shake in his hands gave away his nervousness, however.

“Don’t be sorry,” he finally said moments later.

Rictor nodded and moved over on the mattress to allow him some room. Shatterstar stared down at the empty space as if it would jump up and bite him in the face, and it actually made Julio chuckle at him.

“Sit down.”

‘Star quickly did so, and moved his sight back to Ric’s body. He had been all talk before, but now he seemed a little overwhelmed. But he had insisted that it was what he wanted, and Julio knew he would have to make the first move or else they would end up sitting that way all night. So the Mexican reached over and grabbed Shatterstar’s hand. The warrior let him do so easily, so that was a good sign. Rictor lifted it and pressed it against the bare skin of his chest. The contact immediately made Shatty stiffen up and swallow.

“I’m okay.”

Rictor nodded. “I know.”

On that note, Julio slowly guided Shatty’s hand down toward his briefs and pressed it against his groin. Shatterstar stared down at it through thick lashes and remained perfectly still for a few moments as he felt Rictor beneath him. When he finally found the courage to move, he curled his fingers and looked down at him.

“We, uhm, did this many times?”

The Mexican nodded and slowly released Shatterstar’s wrist. “Yeah. For two years.”

Shatterstar swallowed, and the wiggling of his fingers almost forced a whimper out of Ric. “I—uhm, I’m sorry I forgot.”

“It’s not like it’s your fault.”


Rictor felt an odd sense of calm come over him, and he lifted his hand to curl his fingers around the curve of Shatty’s neck. It lingered there for a few moments before he decided to pull him closer and press their lips together. It was slow and chaste; gentle just for the purpose of hopefully helping him remember the forgotten physical contact. ‘Star kissed him back very hesitantly, but the small movement was enough to make Rictor’s chest swell with happiness. Such familiarity brought hope for something he had longed for, for many months. Even more so when all of this had started again just two weeks ago. Very few things tended to bring Julio Richter confidence, but that one little gesture was enough to make him feel like a million bucks.

When they pulled apart, Shatterstar’s eyes were wide and glossy. Rictor could not help the crooked grin that spread across his lips, and he traced his hand along the curve of Shatty’s jaw until he reached his chin. “How was that? Okay?”

“Of course.”

“You look a little surprised.”

Shatterstar nodded slightly and licked his lips. “I did not expect that to…”

Rictor leaned forward and kissed him again. “To what?”

“Would it make sense if I told you it made me feel silly?”

Rictor dropped down on his back and stared up at him disbelievingly. “What!?”

The warrior’s cheeks pinkened very slightly and he averted his gaze. “I feel silly this even happened. I should not have forgotten this.”

Julio frowned at the confession, and yet he never felt so flattered. Shatterstar remembered, that much was obvious; he just needed to feel and to experience. To make it all real again. Back at the club he had claimed that the old Shatterstar was long gone and not coming back, but seeing him here this way – it brought Ric’s faith back. The old Shatty was still in there, he was just trying to claw his way back out. Rictor wanted to get him there more than anything; despite any breaking up or fights or depressing grief that had come between them after all the years of their friendship, Julio was still in love with him. He said from the start that he would do anything for him, and it always came back to that no matter the time or circumstances.

“Don’t feel bad.”

Shatterstar nodded and began getting curious with that hand in Ric’s lap. The nervous shake was still apparent throughout his body, but ‘Star was never one to allow such a thing to get the better of him. Following Ric’s lead, the warrior leaned down and pressed his lips against Julio’s once again. That time it was a little more urgent, and the boys were able to get their tongues into it. The rush that came between the caressing fingers against his cock and the lips against his mouth made Rictor near delirious. He needed more of it; grabbing the back of Shatty’s hair with one hand, he let the other roam around that powerful chest. He trailed along the curves of his collar bones and the muscles of his pectorals, instinctively searching for the rapid kick of his heart and the laboured changes in his breathing. Each touch was like another puzzle piece clicking together for ‘Star, allowing him to grow more comfortable in his own movements.

The warrior slowly ceased the massaging of Rictor’s balls and dug his fingers below the waistband of his briefs. Shatterstar pushed through the course hair below until his fingertips brushed along the head of his stiffening cock. Ric whimpered softly against his lips, and pulled away, watching wordlessly as Shatty moved around against him. He shuffled around with his other arm until he was able to tug down on Ric’s briefs with it, and stole a glance at him.

“Am I allowed to…?”

“Yeah, you do whatever you want,” Rictor choked out.

Shatterstar swallowed and worked on removing them completely, not once taking his eyes off of the exposed flesh as he did. Rictor mirrored his movements, lowering his own hands to the waistband of the warrior’s pants. He slid his fingers beneath it and could not help but just linger against the warm feel of the belly underneath.

“I’m stealing yours too then,” Ric mumbled before going for another kiss. Shatterstar nodded slightly against him, so Julio worked on getting him undressed. Once they were both free of their clothing, Ric pulled him down the rest of the way so they were pressed together. Naked skin pushed against naked skin, Julio could only bask in the heat radiating off of his friend’s body. Again, familiarity and security slipping him into a comfort zone that was enough to remove insecurities.

Rictor grabbed at the previously discarded bed sheet and wrapped it around their bodies as he rolled them over; the Mexican on top of the larger body as they continued to move their mouths in unison. Shatterstar only easily complied with all the movements, which only assured Ric that he was doing all right.

“I missed you,” Julio felt himself blurting out, as he ran a hand through long red locks.

'Star gazed up at him through heavy lidded eyes. “Why?”

He just shrugged slightly and pressed his lips along the curves of his jaw and down the front of his throat. There were a million reasons why he missed him, and a whole lot less that he could force himself to say. Shatterstar never really understood Ric’s hopeless neediness despite the fact that he had been through similar things himself, so Ric felt it pointless to explain. Talking was hard anyways and action was much more to the point, especially with Shatty.

So Ric just wordlessly slid down his body, pressing his mouth against the curves and contours of the powerful chest and belly beneath him. Every single spot already embedded into his brain from so many times before, but still Rictor needed to reacquaint. He ran his tongue along the ridges of ‘Star’s sternum and followed the curve of his muscle until he was met with a pert nipple. He took the tiny bud into his mouth, nipping gently with his teeth as he simultaneously teased it with his tongue. The action was enough to illicit a tiny whimper from ‘Star, and brown eyes peered up at him amusedly.

“Still ticklish?”

“A little.”

Rictor could not help but grin and kiss the nipple before moving down the ripples of ‘Star’s abdominals and straight to his navel. He snuck his tongue out again and teased around the area before dipping his it in completely, gathering the taste of his friend and welcoming it as it invaded all of his senses. Just touching him and exploring him was as incredible as being touched in return – maybe even better. The way ‘Star shivered and sweat beneath him made Rictor so hot he could barely focus on anything in front of him. Everything turned into instinct, and his hand went for the hardened erection below his chin.

One touch was enough to make Shatty jolt. His hips bucked off the mattress, and he stared down at Rictor with wild, glazed over eyes. Julio stared back at him just as intensely, words spilling between them silently.

“Just relax.”

Shatterstar only swallowed as Rictor lowered his face and flicked his tongue out to taste the tip of the head. The feel of it against his mouth was divine, and the shock of excitement it sent through the Mexican’s body was just as good. Brown eyes fluttered closed as he brought his lips around it in a tight suck.

“Za’s Vid…” Shatterstar sighed shakily, and again he was bucking his hips. Rictor placed a hand there to hold him in place, and opened his eyes to send him another reassuring look. He kept his movements slow despite the fact that he wanted nothing more than to just lick, kiss, suck, fuck and touch him every possible place and way. Rictor was hungry and desperate to just catch up on so much lost time, yet he wanted to play it out as long as possible; to not rush a thing or intimidate Shatterstar. He needed to be careful and play his cards right.

Fast or slow though, he would enjoy it.

Thankfully, Shatterstar seemed to as well. His jaw went slack as he watched Rictor with intensity; silver eyes followed every movement the Mexican made, but Julio did not mind. He wanted Shatty to know that he could trust him. Brown eyes remained locked on the warrior’s face as he bobbed his head along the length of his shaft, swirled his tongue around the underside of his head, and pumped his hand slowly at the base. ‘Star shivered the further down Ric managed to go, and he found the will to lift his hands and place them on either side of Rictor’s face. Shatterstar’s fingers curled around his ears and through his hair while his thumbs lightly caressed his cheeks. The tender touches made Rictor’s heart race.

“I don’t know if I…” ‘Star swallowed again as he panted, and Ric could not help but smile around his dick. He continued his slow paced bobbing, and all was well until he used his free hand to cup Shatty’s balls. He massaged them gently for only a few seconds before Shatterstar thrusted forward with a startled moan and emptied himself into Rictor’s mouth. The Mexican swallowed awkwardly at the sudden intrusion, and had to keep himself from gagging. Thankfully he managed to compose himself, and he slowly eased off of the spent cock as he swallowed and watched Shatterstar’s shocked face.

“You okay?”

He nodded wildly. “Uhm, yes. You can say that.”

Rictor laughed. “Just makin’ sure.”

Shatterstar just blinked his way back to coherency, and the sight of it just made Rictor beam. He was all right. There was no apparent fear or uncertainty, nor had he told him to stop or slow down. Shatty just fought to level his breathing out, and never took his eyes off his friend. “I had a thought.”

“Hmmm?” Rictor pressed a kiss against ‘Star’s thigh and belly as he slowly made his way back up the long body. “Something bad?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I just remembered that…”

Rictor sighed contentedly and interrupted him with a kiss. “What?”

Through the dim lighting he could see ‘Star’s face flush slightly. “You liked to…uhm, I remember spending a night with you outside.”

The Mexican nodded and kissed him again, moving along his face and back toward his ear. “Uh huh.”

“How did I forget? How…”

Ric pressed his lips against the soft skin behind Shatty’s earlobe and nuzzled his nose through long, wonderful smelling hair. “I told you that it’s not your fault. It’s not like you can be mad at yourself for that shit. C’mon, amigo…”

‘Star craned his head back and gazed at Rictor through sad silver eyes. “I loved you.”

For just a split second Rictor thought he felt his heart stop. “I know you did.”

Shatterstar dropped his gaze down to the bed as he struggled with his thoughts, but Rictor was not about to let him worry himself to death. The Mojoworlder had done enough struggling and grieving and feeling angry; Mojo and Spiral had put him through enough, and there was absolutely no need for him to be giving himself shit about something as lame as…well, Rictor. There was no letting them win – not anymore.

Julio raised his hand to Shatty’s chin and lifted his face to press their lips together. It was deeper that time, hard and pressing as Rictor just wanted to force all the problems away and just make things right for his friend. Slipping his thighs over either side of Shatterstar’s hips, he hovered over him protectively and held him close. ‘Star wrapped his hands around Ric’s waist and slid his tongue into his mouth to quicken their pace. The close proximity combined with the intensifying movements only made Rictor more painfully aroused. And despite the fact the foreplay had gotten ‘Star off rather quickly, his enhanced endurance – like usual – didn’t fail in getting him hard again as well. They grinded against each other as they held onto one another, and Rictor could not ever remember needing to be with him so badly.

Reaching down between his legs, Julio grabbed hold of ‘Star’s erection and slowly ran his hand up and down the length. That time the Mojoworlder seemed more relaxed and slowly thrusted his hips along in rhythm with his hand. So much more tranquil ‘Star seemed that he began to run his own hands along the contours of Rictor’s body. He started at his bent knees and worked his way up the tops of his thighs until he reached his hip bones. The hands on his skin almost felt unbearable to Rictor, and yet he could not help but lean in closer to them. Every millimetre of flesh on his body craved Shatty’s touch, and it nearly drove him mad.

Ric could not think of anything else; he dropped his free hand over the mattress and dug through the pile of junk in the box next to his bed. He clumsily rummaged around inside of it until he found his small stash of condoms and a pillow of lube. Quickly he got to work getting them onto Shatterstar, and it was then the warrior finally pulled his mouth away from Ric’s and looked at him.

“You want me to...?”

Rictor looked down and that craving returned. “Yeah. Uhm, I mean…is that okay?”

“What if I don’t…?”

“You will,” Rictor reassured him and pressed another quick kiss on his lips before straightening his legs and positioning himself over ‘Star’s cock. But again, Shatty stopped him.

“I never stopped either.”

“What?” Rictor scrunched up his face in confusion, staring down at him from behind a messy curtain of hair.

“You said earlier that you ‘never stopped’…” Shatty swallowed, and ran his hand up Rictor’s belly and back down again. “I think I know what you meant, and I just-- I don’t think I ever stopped either.”

Ric remained glued in his place as he gazed down at him, expression softening. “I, uh—really?”

Shatterstar nodded, and gently pushed down on Rictor’s hips. Despite the rigid erection pushing against his opening, Julio could not help but stare down at the warrior completely stunned. But for the first time since Shatty had even entered the room that night, he gave Rictor a small smile before it quickly disappeared again. “Really,” he insisted.

His heart thumped around in his chest like a jack rabbit, and again a sense of elation came over Rictor. Madre de Dios, Shatterstar never ceased to amaze him. Swallowing, he relaxed himself and slid down the erection slowly, making both men moan. Shatterstar dug his fingers into the flesh of Ric’s hips, and followed his rhythm; only a few seconds of adjustment were needed for ‘Star to follow Rictor’s lead and move his hips in unison.

“Dios,” Rictor groaned, and tilted his head back as he slid himself up and down the length of Shatty’s cock. It completely filled him, reaching up deep inside and sending explosive tremors of pleasure through his entire body. All thoughts were completely delirious, and Ric could not focus on a single thing in front of him. Every muscle in his body clenched tightly as energy flowed through him like electricity. For a few white hot minutes it was almost as though he could make the Earth move in his glory.

“Es bueno,” Shatterstar croaked. He ran his hands down Rictor’s chest and belly and followed the curves of the muscles there until he stopped just above the Mexican’s cock. The pause made Rictor focus his gaze on him, and he nodded.

“You can.”

Shatterstar eyed him hesitantly for a few moments before finally wrapping his hand around the painfully stiff erection. Rictor’s eyes rolled back in his head at the feel, and he dropped his head back again. Still, he maintained the movement of his hips; the more Shatterstar touched him, the more he quickened his pace. He slid himself all the way up to the tip of his cock, and raced back down again. Both bodies crashed together roughly as they finally let everything else go and just concentrated solely on each other. Shatty pumped his hand up and down Ric’s cock as they fucked, and all of the attention on his body made the Mexican sweat and pant wildly.

It had been a very long time since he had felt like that.

Not with buddy at the club, not with Rahne, not with anyone. Shatterstar had only ever been the one to bring that out of Ric – to bring everything out in Ric. He was the only person who could have him racing in fear, wallowing in sorrow, exploding with happiness, melting in adoration, and raging with anger within a matter of seconds. He was the only person who would follow him to the ends of the Earth and back for just a simple answer to life’s problems, and then be putting him in his place the very next moment. There was nothing else like it – or no one else like him.

To have his body against his made everything better. Relief brought upon from weeks of problems was like medicine. To see his face gaze up at him as he rode his cock as hard as his thighs would let him move was nearly enough to make him explode.

Rictor trembled. His body was completely overwhelmed by the attention, and he fumbled around with his hands as he struggled to compose himself. One arm shot out to balance himself on Shatty’s chest, while the other fumbled around with the rest of the lube before snaking back behind his body and between the Mojoworlder’s legs. Wet fingers slid behind Shatterstar’s balls and continued downward until he reached his opening, and very lightly he began to tease it with his fingertips.

“Fekt,” Shatty whimpered as he threw his head back into the pillow beneath him. His hair clung damp against his forehead and he squeezed his eyes closed. The muscles of his abdomen contracted tightly, and Rictor’s breath hitched at the sight of it. He slowed his hips slightly as he gently slid his fingers up inside of the warrior and watched his face.

Madre de Dios, usted es hermoso,” Rictor mumbled.

“No, usted es,” Shatterstar hissed through clenched teeth.


“Never,” Shatty countered, and arched his back as Rictor crooked his fingers and slid in and out of him. The movements of their hips almost stopped completely as they both focused on getting each other off. Rictor succumbed first as Shatty jerked him off, and he came with a loud groan against the Mojoworlder’s chest and belly. ‘Star watched him through heavy lidded eyes. “Fekt, Julio…”

Rictor’s body shook as he came off the high of the orgasm, and fought to keep working on Shatterstar. He slowly bounced along the length of his cock, and quickened the pace of his fingers. The tight contractions of the muscles in his own body were enough to help as well; Shatterstar grunted and pressed the balls of his hands into his eyes as he too released. He bucked his hips and clutched onto Rictor as he shook, and the Mexican could not even help but smile stupidly at it.

Slowly he removed his hand and body from Shatterstar, and lazily slumped down against his chest. They laid in silence as they breathed against each other, just coming down and trying to relax. Rictor wrapped his arms around Shatty’s waist and held him in place, and ‘Star, in turn, fisted the hair at the back of Julio’s head and gently kissed him there.

“You were right,” the Mojoworlder murmured low and deep after a few moments.


“There was a whole lot more to that than just knowing. That made it more real.”

Julio perked an eyebrow and tightened his hold subconsciously. “That a good thing, amigo?” When Shatterstar nodded, a relieved smile touched Rictor’s lips and he brushed them against the solid chest beneath him. He was content enough just to hear that, and hopefully it was enough to make things work.

A/N: Save a horse. Ride a Shatterstar.
8D Go to chapter twenty-two.

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