Issue #28-A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp
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Pinpricks of bright lights begin to skip before Mikel`s silver eyes yet his body still pumps blood hotly to his groin. Not surprising he thinks with Gallo huffing moist breaths on his Adam`s apple, that he would die with a pulsing hard-on. Morthas had forewarned his downfall would come in just such a manner.

Although a seven hundred pound male lion hadn`t been included in the description the Guardian mulls as darkness overtakes the whirling lights. Without warning he can breathe, the pressure lessens on his throat and Mikel draws in as much musky air as he can.

Curious amber eyes look down on him as he chokes hoarsely. The claws dig in deeper making Rayvenwing hiss on a deep inward breath. Gallo retracts the lethal weapons then steps off the hulking Guardian, swatting the Glock to a dark corner with a rounded paw. Somehow Mikel forces himself to sit up, his hand rubbing his throat as he glares at the circling beast with livid mercury orbs.

“If you wish…..to discuss the proposal….you need be human,” Mikel mutters, sweeping his left hand over his head to clear his long hair from his vision. Gallo stops his pacing in a shaft of moving moonlight, the transformation coming instantaneously.

“Don`t tell me the Guardian can`t confer with a pussy,” the tall, lean black male says dropping down into a nude crouch to watch Mikel lift a lip at him.”We all know how you came to this dismal post Rayvenwing. Royal snatch wasn`t it? Did you make it bleed?”

“Fuck you animal!”

Gallo chuckles deeply, his wild mane of gray hair tipping to the side a mere inch.”You`d like to and that angers you even more. You mentioned a proposition?”

Mikel brings a long leg up to rest his arm upon his knee, his shoulders were on fire and blood ran down his chest and back from the puncture wounds.”I have need of your services. You`re the best tracker in the human realm.”

“In any realm!” Gallo snarls,”But why would I work for an Echelon whore like you? What do you offer me in return?”

“A favor if you ever need one,” Mikel counters in a raspy voice tugging the handkerchief off.

Gallo sways gently in the stark moonbeam, strong dark arms hanging between his splayed legs. Mikel keeps his silence by wondering which agony was worse, the hellfire in his shoulders or his turgid prick.

“My sister will not be pleased. Her call was not overflowing with praise for you Guardian.”

“Does Mary hold your balls THAT tightly Gallo?” Mikel asks. Another gruff laugh at him makes Mikel chafe inwardly.

“She has on occasion,” Gallo replies honestly.”Where do we meet?”

“The underpass gate,” Mikel answers coming to his feet warily as does his tracker.” One hour?”

Mikel ignores the ani-morph`s salacious snort of pleasure.”Have to stop at Peeping Thom`s to work off the need to breed Guardian?”

“That or take matters into my own hands.”