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**Chapter 10: Onset

Newroads, Wolfe Residence**

It was their one-year anniversary.

Jason was feeling both giddy... and old.

Giddy because he couldn't believe he had been with Connor for a year now.

That year, of course, had been incredibly eventful. When Jason returned to school, everyone's outlook on him had drastically changed. Some were stereotyping him as 'that gay guy' but he really didn't care. Hell, he could beat them all down to a pulp if he wanted. Others just didn't care and continued to treat him as they normally did. There were some who tried to hit on him but his eyes were solely on Connor.

Connor had stopped playing the field as well. They were together now and with the reason for his hyperactive libido known to everyone that mattered, there was no longer any need for Connor to go around enticing people to sleep with him. Sure, occasionally Dan or Brett would join in the fun but Jason had Connor all to himself and making sure the tiger ejaculated every night became really fun.

Vice-Principal Norwood tried to use Jason's orientation as leverage to get him back into counselling. Too bad Coach Townes had rallied the teachers against him and behind Jason. They all reasoned that it was Jason's closeted status that had driven him to be somewhat of a 'delinquent' Now that he was out and proud - so to speak - he no longer felt the need to lash out at people. And any forced therapy based entirely on sexual orientation was a lawsuit waiting to happen.

That shot down Norwood.

The muscle had packed on rapidly as well as his powers came into fruition. Many people mistook him for someone on the wrestling team because of his size and the fact he hung around with Brett all the time.

Genesis was a unique weapon that R3 had forged just for him. It was apparently a perfect fusion of a person possessing superpowers from Enria and a No One. The weapon was a part of Jason's soul and would never dull or break. When slashed by Genesis, any form of matter would instantly dissipate into that shower of blue-white stars and feathers.

Anything.

It was the reason why he had managed to cause so much damage to both Titanitus and Flame Runner AKA Mr. Laurence. Even the blood of Titanitus would be destroyed at the slightest touch of Genesis and even Flame Runner's flames were banished.

With his sword in hand - no pun intended - Jason became known as the 'Seraphic Swordsman', shortened to 'Seraph Sword'. Whenever he went into battle, there were always stars and feathers about and it made for a breathtaking sight. He joined forces with Sniper - Robin - the Materialist - Dan - and a reformed Raging Tiger - Connor. The four of them made a super charged vigilante team that helped Blue Wolf, Red Rage and Warhorse from time to time.

They weren't full-time superheroes yet.

They still had to graduate first.

And speaking of graduation, Brett graduated and got into Skyscape College!

Unfortunately, he was forced to move closer to the College since his house was too far and driving to college was just a nightmare.

Interestingly, there were lodging available to him rather close to Skyscape... and that was the Wolfe Residence. Dan rebuilt the gym in the basement into a small room just for Brett and the Rottweiler was now staying with them.

The celebratory orgy that night was something Jason would remember for the rest of his life.

While Brett fretted over them every time they went out to save the day, he would always welcome them back home with open arms and an awesome dinner. Apparently, he was a very good cook as well - had to learn when his mother fell ill at one point.

But thinking of Brett made Jason realise he had his own College applications to look after...

"So, thought about what you're going to do?"

Jason looked up from the kitchen counter with a glass of milk in one hand. Brett strode in with only his red muscle shirt with the words 'Yiff Me' on the chest and his fur. Now that Jason was strictly off limits, Brett had been spending a lot of time with Dan. Apparently, Dan was a Triad man as well - having gone to Berform for his law degree. There was a degree of competitiveness between the two but that usually ended in them either in Dan's bed or Brett's.

"I'm thinking either biomedical sciences or medicine," Jason replied, sifting through the newspaper on the counter. There was a big announcement yesterday about the unveiling of Kevin's Project Descent. For the first time in history, media crews would be allowed on Reprieve as the project was finally put into fruition. A few delays had pushed the release date back a little - mostly due to supervillain activity - but now, Kevin was ready to equalise the world.

There was a picture of Kevin on the front page, grinning and waving at the camera. Beside him was his advisor, a tall, proud lion with a full mane possessing a few streaks of grey through it. Kevin was technically a little too young to really be running a company by himself and that was why Albert Denton was there. Denton apparently let Kevin make all the decisions but he was the one that made sure they were executed.

"Going for Skyscape or Cosmos?" Brett asked, scratching behind one ear with one hand and stroking his balls with the other.

Jason ignored the temptation. He had been getting better at that. He had to with his dad, Brett and Connor in the same house. The Blue Wolf visited often as well and in those times, it became really hard to fight off temptation.

"I don't know..." Jason murmured, switching to the comics part of the newspaper. "I don't have any extracurricular activities and I heard Triad Colleges really go for those. I doubt 'super powered vigilante' will count."

"Maybe you should join the soccer team next season."

It was tempting but he wasn't sure he could hold back his strength and powers if he played soccer. Even these days, he sometimes crushed a glass or bent a spoon in one hand by accident. He had to be careful around Brett as well as the Rottweiler had no powers and could easily be crushed by either Dan, Connor or himself. Even the simple act of shaking his hand could break every bone in his arm.

"Maybe just some other college that doesn't come with such a hefty label," Jason replied.

"Well, what do you want to do after you get your degree?"

How am I supposed to know!?

I'm struggling finding a college and now you're asking me what I want to do when I get my degree!?

It was a really sore topic between himself and the rest of the extended family. Jason was still unsure what profession he wanted to go into. Super-heroism seemed like an adequate job but with the onset of Project Descent, he knew that superheroes would soon be made obsolete. Everyone was going to have superpowers and statistics showed that while there was a high probability of increased super-related crimes, the probability they would succeed dropped to near-negligible levels.

With that option out of the picture...

Maybe I can go into medical research... or even chemical engineering... With my regeneration, I probably can't get infected by anything...

He glanced at the counter where four tickets to attend the grand unveiling of Project Descent in New Hope City sat. Descent was to be revealed today but the trip to Reprieve to activate it would occur the following day.

Maybe I can work for Kevin...

"I have no idea..." he admitted.

Brett sat down on the stool beside him, leaning forward and giving him those puppy-dog eyes. Temptation was kicking in again but Jason wasn't going to succumb to it. "Let me guess, your entire family is giving their two-cents, right?"

"If only you knew..." Jason groaned.

All the No Ones had been scoping out possibilities for him. V10 was suggesting work in law enforcement, offering her services as a mind-reader to help crack criminal minds. H2 was adamant about working in a construction company... as a demolitions expert. Hell, even R3 offered him a job as an inter-dimensional soldier.

All those seemed nice... except the pay sucked.

The one thing Jason was sure about once he got his degree and a job was to find a house somewhere in a quiet, open-minded community - maybe even somewhere here in Newroads - move in with Connor and then save up enough money for a ring...

Jason anxiously rubbed his fingers together. It seemed like eons away now but he knew that the years would just fly by. He was already making plans on how he'd propose. Maybe on a vista somewhere at sunrise - no, sun_set_. A picnic dinner and then the ring.

God I hope he says 'yes'.

"You've still got another year before you graduate," Brett said, patting his shoulders. "Two if you fail any subjects. But hey! If you wanted to kick the extracurricular points, why not join the wrestling team! I hear Coach Townes is looking for a new captain!"

Jason groaned.

"First, spandex," he said, lifting a finger. "Second" - he pointed at himself - "gay."

Brett laughed nudging him slightly. "Hey, you didn't see me give anyone the third-arm salute during my matches, did you?"

Of course the entire family went to see Brett in his matches. He was part of the family now. Naturally, he won everything but Jason didn't have the heart to tell him that some of those matches were influenced by the No Ones. It was a little funny seeing H2 - invisible to everyone else - go up to Brett's opponent with a feather and start tickling the poor guy so Brett could pin him.

He was sure Brett would've eventually won.

"Meh," Jason said with a shrug. "I'll worry about that when we get to it." He gave Brett a worried look. "You'll be okay here by yourself for the next three days while we're in New Hope City?"

The Rottweiler gave him a mischievous grin and Jason got the sinking feeling the term 'frat party' would be thrown in somewhere even if it was just between the lines. "Don't worry. I'll be fine."

"You won't be lonely?"

"Nope."

Yep... Frat party...

"Just don't break anything," he sighed. "I know my dad can mend anything he touches but it's the principal of it."

"Oh, I know."

The way Brett was grinning gave Jason the creeps.

A loud yawn made them both turn as Connor entered the kitchen wearing even less than Brett. Just in his warm, fluffy, striped fur, and his grandfather's dog tags, the tiger entered the room with his emerald eyes shining. Jason felt like his heart had just exploded into a burst of big, bright, radiant light, beckoning Connor closer.

Naturally, the tiger came over, bent over and kissed him. Their tongues danced for a few seconds before Connor pulled away and nestled into his arms and chest.

"That was fun last night, Jase."

"I'll say," Brett chuckled, getting up and starting to brew some coffee. "We could hear you all the way from the basement."

Another reason why Dan usually spent more time in the basement with Brett than in his room.

Jason and Connor could be very noisy.

Jason blushed slightly and finished off his milk. The classical 'milk moustache' planted itself against the top of his lip. He was about lick it off when Connor leaned in and did it for him.

"Second best tasting milk I've ever had," the tiger said, winking.

Jason didn't fight temptation this time and let Connor know.

"So what time are you guys leaving?" Brett asked as he leaned against the fridge, waiting for the coffee to percolate.

"Our flight is at 11:45," Jason answered, picking up the paper again.

The silence that followed made his heart sink.

Slowly, he peeked over the paper, seeing the dread-filled face of Brett.

"Uh... Jase..."

Oh please no...

"... It's already 10:45."

GAH!

"DAD!" he roared, leaping off the stool and zooming all the way upstairs.

What followed was a hectic scramble to make sure all of them were ready to leave - packed and everything - within fifteen minutes to make sure they got to the airport within thirty. Jason had no time to take a shower and just quickly changed out of his cum-soaked underwear and threw on a couple of clothes that were on the floor. Unfortunately, they all stank of tiger-and-wolf-love but he didn't care.

Flights to New Hope City only occurred every three hours since it took about five hours to fly to the distant capital city of Alderon. If they missed this flight, they would Kevin's opening speech and he didn't want to miss that.

Time check.

10:50

Ten minutes to go and he was barely packed!

Stupid steamy, hot sex!

If they hadn't spent the night exhausting each other, Jason was pretty darn sure he would've gotten up a lot earlier.

As for his luggage, he grabbed the big, red travelling bag from under his bed and threw in any unused clothes from his closet. Toiletries followed shortly afterwards.

Toothbrush, toothpaste, fur shampoo, floss, mouthwash, dildo -

... hold up.

Jason stood there for a moment holding the big, thick instrument recalling how he had used it the previous night. He wondered what would happen if he was asked to pull over at customs and the airport security pulled that out... Part of him couldn't imagine the embarrassment as all the people pointed and laughed. While he was open about his orientation, that was just plain humiliating.

Then Horndog kicked in.

"You know, I bet they'll drag you into an interrogation room, play good-cop, bad-cop on you and then pull down their pants and use your 'lethal weapon'."

Jason threw aside the dildo, hitting Horndog with it and sending the two crashing to the ground.

11:00

He slammed his suitcase shut and locked it. Then he remembered he would be gone for three days and he had only packed for two days. Cursing, he grabbed his large, black backpack and stuffed some clothes off the floor into it. He didn't care that they stank of sex. The last day would be spent just returning home and he could always get them cleaned before he headed back.

With all his bags set, he bolted down the stairs.

"Dad! Connor! Hurry up!"

Dan was already ready. Connor was bouncing down the stairs, one leg in a pair of pants and a toothbrush in his mouth. It took a couple more minutes before Connor was finished and packed. The trio hurried to shove their luggage into the back of Dan's sleek, black convertible. Jason buckled up with Connor beside him in the rear seats.

Dan lingered at the door and kissed Brett quickly before rushing over.

Huh... They seem to really like each other...

"Hey! Does that mean if they get married, Brett with be your step-father?" Horndog asked.

I thought I left you under that dildo.

"You did! And look what I brought!"

Purely in his imagination, of course, Horndog pulled out that dildo, showing it to Jason.

Flaming frying pans of doom!

Horndog was burned and buried.

Dan backed out of the driveway and drove at high speeds down the streets of Newroads towards the airport. As they sped past honking motorists, Jason leaned over to his father.

"So you and Brett are getting pretty serious, huh?"

Dan went rigid and nearly missed the exit into the freeway. "What!? No! He's... He's just... a... um..."

"A boyfriend?" Connor teased, leaning over on Dan's other side. "You know, Jason and I started as boyfriends and now, Jason is planning on proposing."

What!?

They both stared at Connor before all eyes flung to Jason.

Jason was lost for words.

"Wha -? But - I... How did you know!?"

Connor just grinned sheepishly. "Remember how you used to moan about Brett at night? Well, these days you moan about something else... Mostly, 'Will you marry me, Connor?' You have your entire speech memorised." Connor glanced at the sky absently. "If I recall, you start off with reminding me about the day we first met, your raging stage, our first time together and then -"

"Okay! Okay!" Jason exclaimed, feeling slightly deflated. Then the anxiety started kicking in. "So... Um... Will you...?"

The tiger gave him a teasing look. "I don't know... It'll be a while until we can legally marry... and then you've got to get that double storey house with a Jacuzzi, a pool, a skylight, a Zen garden and a weights room..."

Crack.

Reality being shattered again.

"How did you know about that!?"

Connor was grinning again. "Jase, you've got the entire future planned out in the back of your Social Studies book. It's ten pages long!" He suddenly gave Jason a mocking look. "And we are not calling our daughter 'Amber' or our son 'Skye'."

"Why not?"

"Because I liked 'Andromeda' and 'Taylor'."

"But -"

Then something hit him.

"You're arguing about your kids' names..." Optimist whispered, his eyes widened.

"You're arguing about your kids' names..." Pessimist echoed.

"Holy crap! He's going to -"

"... you'll say 'yes'...?"

"No," Connor replied, turning away. Even with his face hidden, Jason could sense the big grin there. "I'm going to say 'Hell yes'!"

Jason couldn't help it. He lunged at Connor and caught him in a tight embrace, locking lips with his tiger and relishing the moment where they were one and the same. Hormones were starting to take over again and his hand was halfway down to his pants when -

"Guys," Dan coughed. "Speeding down a highway here. While it's totally hot thinking about you guys making out, not in my car."

Jason pulled away from Connor, staring into those beautiful, emerald eyes before grinning and turning to his dad. "Aw, come on, dad. We've done it before."

Dan rolled his eyes. "Still can't believe no one noticed during that drive-in movie..."

That killed the libido but not the interrogation.

"So are you and Brett really going to...?" Connor asked.

"I'm not sure yet, Connor," Dan answered, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "But as of now, the answer is 'no'. Brett is far too young for me."

"You're how many million?" Jason chimed in.

"That's different, Jason. But I don't think I could ever marry again... not since your mother. Besides, Brett is such a sub. I mean, I don't mind riding him here and there but when you ask him to top you..."

From memory, that was pretty true. Whenever he, Connor and Brett were in bed together, he was always the dominant one. It was hard to believe someone as big as Brett would be a bottom... Then again, it was hard to believe he was a genius and such a nice guy...

They arrived at the airport with twenty minutes to spare. Check in was a nightmare. They barely had five minutes before it was finally their turn to be served. Running all the way from the entrance to Gate 10 was like playing a racing video game with obstacles. Jason leapt over the old lady or two. They were the last to board but they made it just in time.

Robin was already seated in one of the middle isle seats. The four of them were arrayed in such way that Jason and Connor were on the sides while Dan and Robin were in the middle. Unfortunately, there was another person between them, sitting right next to Jason. Connor got the window seat.

His neighbour was a tall, athletic jaguar who looked like he was some sort of college sportsman. From his attire, a fan of the Alderon Timberwolves, a soccer team. As Jason placed his luggage in the overhead compartment, the bulging backpack's zipper came undone, spraying himself with its contents, mostly books, pens and Jason's SolarSystem Portable handheld game console.

"Ow..."

"Here, let me -" the jaguar began. Then the man sniffed the air... and slowly turned his eyes towards Jason.

Oh boy...

Grinning pleasantly, Jason pointed at Connor. "He's my boyfriend."

The jaguar instantly paled and his eyes snapped straight forward again, completely ignoring Jason's plight.

"The next five hours are going to be fun."

****

It was just about the time that lunch was being served that Jason realised something was terribly wrong. The jaguar kept throwing him and Connor dirty looks but Jason ignored it completely. As he watched an in flight movie about the Blue Wolf. He vaguely wondered if the Blue Wolf would be interested in rekindling an old flame in Dan when he got that feeling of impending doom.

What is it...? he wondered.

"You go on okay..." Optimist muttered, clearly puzzled as well. "Hmmm... You packed everything, right? Clothes, underwear, toiletries."

"He's just regretting not bringing the dildo!" Horndog announced. "You can have mine!"

CLANG!

Both Optimist and Pessimist slammed him with a flaming frying pan of doom.

"Wait a second..." Pessimist said, lowering the burning weapon. His eyes went wide.

"The tickets," Jason gasped.

Connor turned to him. "Huh?"

He spun to his boyfriend, dread dripping from every inch of his face. "Connor... The tickets!"

"We got on fine, Jase. There were no tickets. We booked online."

"No! The tickets to get into Reprieve for Descent!"

Connor's face was struck with horror. "Maybe Dan..."

Both of them flung around, turning towards Dan. Jason leaned over the jaguar who seemed about ready to faint from horror at the contact.

"Dad! Did you get the tickets on the bench?"

Dan snapped up and turned to them with eyes wide. "Didn't you?"

"No."

Stupid steamy hot sex...

Now what are we going to do.

A flight attendant came over and both him and Connor straightened. The jaguar let out a sigh of relief.

"Excuse me sir," the attendant said, handing him an envelope. "The man in the other window isle asked that I give this to you."

Jason took the envelope and thanked the attendant. It wasn't sealed so it was easy to flip it open and see four tickets to enter the Reprieve sitting in the envelope. His heart leapt in his chest and began doing the Cancan.

Turning towards the other window seat, he saw a man there dressed in a white and gold business suit with jet-black hair and wearing a pair of thick, silver, wrap-around glasses. The man turned slightly towards them and pulled his sunglasses down to the bridge of his nose. Sapphire-blue eyes with pupils shaped like eight-pointed stars stared back at him.

R3...

The man pulled the sunglasses back up to hide his alien eyes and returned to reading the gold and white book in his hand.

Sighing with relief, Jason waved the tickets towards Dan, showing them to him. Resolving to keep them safe, Jason asked the jaguar if he could just quickly get out to reach the overhead compartment. The jaguar let out a small 'meep' before leaping out of his seat and bolting for the toilets.

"Such a homophobe..." Pessimist muttered.

Optimist sighed heavily. "There are people like that in the world. If only Kevin's project could make everyone equal on all grounds instead of just superpowers..."

Jason put the tickets into his backpack, making sure they were tucked in tightly.

As he sat back down, he returned to his movie.

The flight attendant returned a short while later.

"Good afternoon, sirs. Will you have the chicken or the fish today?"

"Chicken please," Jason responded.

"I'll get the chicken too," Connor answered.

The flight attendant gave them a bright smile as she fished out the two meals for them. "Are you two travelling together?"

"Absolutely," Connor answered, grabbing Jason's hand and giving it a tight squeeze.

"Aw, you're absolutely adorable together," she said, her smile broadening. "Would you like anything to drink?"

"Milk," Connor said, winking at Jason who just rolled his eyes. "No, I'll have some lemonade please."

"Lemon lime bitters, please."

Their meals were set down before them and the attendant moved on.

"There are also people like her in the world," Optimist said, beaming.

Jason was halfway through his when he realised that the jaguar had yet to return. That sense of impending doom filled him again. Knowing it was really none of his business, Jason still couldn't help but imagine the possibilities of the jaguar's fate.

What if... What if he's in there right now cutting himself for touching a 'gay'...?

What if he's throwing up?

What if he's dead!?

Jason glanced around, looking for the jaguar.

Nothing.

Okay... Five more minutes.

He could just be constipated or something.

Yeah...

Five minutes ticked by and Jason finished his meal.

Still no jaguar...

Okay...

Jason stood up. "I'm going to hit the can for a sec."

"Don't take too long, handsome," Connor replied.

Giving Connor a shaky smile, he turned... but forgot in which direction the jaguar went. He envisioned himself banging down every toilet on the plane exposing screaming women and yelling men... Maybe even the occasional airline romping session...

Gah... Maybe I'm being stupid...

His eyes scanned the plane for a second time. They found R3 who was still reading his book. R3 slowly lifted the pen in his hand and swung it in the direction of the nose in a very subtle gesture.

Hmmm...

Jason headed towards the toilets near the nose. Both were unoccupied... but... Above the roar of the engines, he could hear some strange noises coming from inside one of them... It sounded like someone was fanning themselves while playing with some silly putty.

What the...?

He pushed the stall open -

"Holy -"

He slammed it shut again, unable to believe his eyes.

Was that... Was that that guy with my underwear...?

There was no mistaking his underwear either. It was the blue boxer shorts with lightning bolts decorating it.

How did he -?

Memories of the morning came flooding back into his mind. He had been in such a rush to pack that he had stuffed cum-soaked clothes into his backpack, not being bothered to open his main bag and repack. Then, as they were boarding, his backpack and exploded and...

No...

"Jason?"

He yelped as Connor rounded the corner.

"What's wrong?"

Jason pulled the tiger close and spoke in a harsh whisper. "There's a guy in there with my underwear pawing off!"

Connor gave him a stern look and pushed the stall open.

There was the jaguar, one hand on his throbbing cock and the other hand holding Jason's underwear to his nose with eyes wide as saucers.

Of all the scenarios Jason thought of, he never would've guessed he'd be having sex on a plane. The terrible thing was, he was getting really turned on. Public places, his boyfriend and this total strange with his underwear not to mention the musky aroma... Yeah, he was excited.

"Do it! Do it! Do it!" Horndog cried.

"What's the harm?" Optimist said with a shrug. "I mean, he's clearly closeted... You'll be performing a public service!"

"Dude!" Pessimist cried. "You're going to get married soon! Don't!"

"He's not married yet! I'm sure Connor wouldn't mind."

Connor stepped forward and yanked Jason's underwear from the jaguar. "This is mine," he growled. Grabbing Jason's hand, he yanked the wolf back down the aisle, into their seats.

Jason tried hard to fight his raging hard-on but was losing badly.

"Um..." he began softly.

Connor sighed at him before leaning in and nuzzling his neck. "I understand. Public place. Me. Hot jaguar. Yeah, I get it. Still, you have any idea how bad it would be if we got caught? The toilets, the back of movie theatres and even in some dusty alleyway somewhere is fine because there's really no one watching. But on an aeroplane?"

"Y - y - yeah..." Jason stammered, the blood refusing to rush anywhere else except his cock. "Y - y - You're right..."

Connor then reached down and slipped his paw into Jason's pants. "But... No sense in letting this go to waste, huh?"

Hallelujah!

Jason slowly pulled out the complimentary blanket and draped it over himself to hide the fact that his boyfriend was stroking him off. They were right in the middle of the plane and anyone could see or find them. That only made him ache more for Connor to proceed. He felt the tiger's warm paw across his cock and he shuddered at the feeling. Connor's tongue slowly drew across his neck, purring softly.

He glanced over to his right.

Dan was smirking and probably knew.

Robin rolled her eyes and returned to her movie.

R3 was just reading.

"C - Connor..." he stammered.

"Yeah, big wolf?"

Jason reached over and slipped his own hand down Connor's pants. His tiger let out a soft grunt.

"I love you."

"I love you too, big wolf."

They shared one, long kiss, their strokes growing faster and faster with each passing second. Jason wasn't going to resist his climax. Sweat began dripping off him and he could already detect the faint, peppery musk from Connor. He relished that smell. He wanted ever molecule of his tiger's scent to permeated every one of his pores and for it to always cling onto him.

It just made him feel closer...

"A - ah!"

He gasped and shuddered, fighting back the howl as he sprayed his seed all over Connor's hands and his shirt. Connor wasn't far behind and his aim was frightfully accurate as a drop of his semen hit Jason's nose.

They sat there grinning at each other for a moment.

Then, in utter unison, they touched noses, Connor's cum being the glue that held them together.

****

"We will be landing in New Hope City airport shortly."

Jason started awake. He hadn't even noticed he had dropped off to sleep. Connor's dry cum remained on his nose and his tiger lay sleeping on his shoulder, their arms wrapped around each other. He licked the dried semen off his nose, loving the taste and yearning for more.

However, this was hardly the time.

He nudged Connor awake and the tiger yawned before straightening.

"The time is currently 4:50 PM. The weather is a mild, sunny day. Welcome to New Hope City, folks."

Jason straightened himself, hearing a soft 'meep' from his right.

The jaguar had returned.

Connor nudged him, urging him to speak to the young college man.

Jason mentally sighed. He turned to the jaguar and held out his hand. "Hey, I'm Jason Wolfe."

The feline stared at his hand... then into his eyes before turning away, completely frozen and his lips quivering. Jason knew that look. He had worn it for a good majority of his life. There as probably a voice somewhere deep within the jaguar's subconscious constantly uttering the mantra, 'I am not gay'.

"Look," he said, "I know what it's like. I know how it feels to see a totally hot guy, start thinking what you're going to do together and then smack yourself silly for ever having those thoughts. I've been there. Trust me, things only got a whole lot worse when I kept denying the fact that I am who I am. I hurt the people around me and those that I cared about. I was only able to pull through it all because I had good people that stood by me who helped me realise that being 'gay' isn't all that I am and that there's more to life than worrying about what everyone else thinks. Work for the benefit of all, love for the sake others but live for yourself."

He finished with Brett's favourite maxim.

Jason picked up one of the in flight magazines, tore a corner off and wrote on it, handing it to the jaguar.

"The least I could do is help out someone who's in the same boat," he finished. "If you ever need a friend or you're in Newroads, give me a call."

The jaguar regarded the piece of paper and looked stiffy away.

Sighing, Jason fastened his seatbelt as the plane began to descend down into New Hope City.

When they plane had successfully landed and finished taxiing, the jaguar got up and hurried to retrieve his carry-on belongings. Jason smiled briefly at Connor - a 'I tried my best' smile.

"Here."

He jerked towards the jaguar who was handing him his bag.

"My name is David, by the way. David Storm."

****

New Hope City was unlike the rainy, perpetually cold Newroads. It was much larger and so far inland that it the only source of water nearby were the rivers coming down from the mountains that formed a tight right around the city. In ancient times, New Hope City was constructed as a refuge for Animarians who were being persecuted by the humans. The natural defences of the city provided by the right of sheer, towering mountains and the flat planes that followed ensured that New Hope City was very hard to get to.

Eventually, New Hope City became the capital of Alderon once peace was brought between humans and Animarians. The city flourished as countless cultures from around the world congregated for the monumental occasion. Those cultures made their impact and New Hope City became more than just a place of peace but a location where one could find the entire world within a few steps.

The skyscrapers almost substituted for the overcast of Newroads and highways and freeways criss-crossed within the city's limits. Everyone was busy, noisy but all very friendly. When Jason bumped into a person on the street, they apologised and asked if he was okay. In Newroads, bumping into someone was a challenge on that person's manhood if they were male or assault if they were female.

I like it here, Jason thought, as the limo that had been hired to pick them up brought them to the location for Kevin's groundbreaking speech.

"What do you say to moving here?" he asked Connor.

"I think I'll miss the rain," Connor answered, his face pressed up against the glass as he took in all the sights and sounds of the city. "There's an advantage of having a thick coat of fur in cold places like Newroads."

"Not so much on my end," Jason replied.

"You should try having no fur," Robin scoffed. Her eyes turned towards the passing businesses. "You do know, however, that the larger the population and the more well-known the city, the more crime is present, right?"

New Hope City was probably one of the most dangerous cities in the world purely based on supervillain attacks. The city was a symbol of peace and many villains thought it would be a symbolic victory to destroy the city once and for all. Countless superheroes were stationed around New Hope City in order to protect it. It was also in New Hope City that the United Governing Bodies had their main building and thus where the world's - and the Reprieve's - diplomats congregated. An attack on them would cripple the world greatly.

"That's why they have the Force Cannon," Connor said, peering out the window. "Look! I can see it now!"

Jason and Robin leaned over to where Connor was pointing.

Perched on the tallest tower in New Hope City was a titanic cannon that was capable of emitting a powerful, continuous kinetic blast. Once before, a supervillain by the name of Armageddon summoned a titanic meteorite to come crashing straight down upon New Hope City. The Justice Guard managed to stop him but the meteorite was coming in too fast to be stopped.

The Force Cannon was an invention by a human - non-powered scientist. He built it to combat the meteorite and when unleashed, it knocked the flaming piece of space rock back out of Enria's atmosphere and far away. That one action went a long way in closing the gap between supers and civilians.

To this day, the Force Cannon has stood over New Hope City as a symbol of just what those without powers are capable of.

"Besides, I'm sure the people of New Hope City wouldn't mind having a few extra supers to help them defend the city," Dan said, winking slyly.

"That depends, dad," Jason said, leaning back in his chair. "I mean, when everyone gets powers from Descent there won't be a need for supers. We can all live our lives normally."

"As normal as our powers will allow us, anyway," Connor said, peeling his face away from the window. He left an imprint of his features on the glass. "You really think this is such a wise move?"

Jason still remembered L4's warning about people who played with a lot of power... There was a high risk Kevin could get burned.

"If Kevin can pull it off," Dan said, "it'll be great... But I don't think it'll be as easy as people just lining up to get their powers. There will be people who would rather remain normal and not become 'freaks'. Conversely, there will be supers who would prefer not to share their 'gifts' and be on the same level as others. Lastly, there will be villains who will try to abuse the system. The thing about being supers is that there are very few of them. Imagine if someone raised an army of supers..."

As Dan ticked off his points, Jason was starting to doubt more and more that Project Descent was such a good idea. However, he had to stand by Kevin's decisions. They were friends and he knew Kevin had been fighting very hard to ensure that he could rise to his father's shining example.

Vale Riley was a very proud and very successful man who changed much of the world. When a financial crisis hit the world, Vale expended billions of his personal funds to help the economy, injecting it back into the economy. He built countless orphanages and schools in less fortunate countries. He personally headed the push for global nuclear weapons disarmament.

That left Kevin with huge footsteps to follow... and being a strong, independent man, Kevin wanted more than anything to make his mark on the world without being compared to his father.

Maybe he's trying too much too soon...

The limo ground to a halt behind New Hope City's town hall. There was already a huge crowd gathered in front with news crews, bodyguards and dignitaries all waiting apprehensively for Kevin's address to the public. Chauffers opened their doors and Jason stepped out into the warm sun of New Hope City.

Kevin was pacing not too far away.

He looks nervous...

"Kevin!" he shouted, waving.

Kevin looked up and instantly brightened. "Jase!" They approached each other and Kevin shook all of their hands. "Glad you could make it! You have no idea what it means to me to have you all here."

"You look a little tense," Dan observed. "Is everything alright?"

"Albert isn't here," Kevin answered shakily. "He's always been around. He's been my support through all of this."

"What about your mom?"

Kevin scoffed. "She's too busy taking a cruise around the world to even bother."

That seemed unusually cold. Here Kevin was, about to change the world as they knew it and Mrs. Riley didn't even bother to turn up. Jason knew Kevin never really got along that well with his parents. While Vale Riley was kind, caring and even a little patronising, Amanda Riley was cold, uncaring and just concerning with languishing in her riches. She was apparently a highly successful fashion designer that had her hand in the cosmetics industry and had countless well-known publications under her belt.

"You don't need her, Kev," Jason said, grinning encouragingly. "You're about to make your mark on the world! I bet your father would be proud."

Kevin's eyes darted away as he let out a short, critical laugh. "My father," he muttered darkly. "Listen, Jason... Can I speak to you in private?"

Jason glanced over his shoulder at his three companions.

"We'll be in the crowd," Connor said, smiling cheerily. "Come find us when you're done!"

As they headed away, Kevin made a circular gesture and the guards around them drifted away into other locations. They were alone behind the large town hall.

"Listen... about Descent..." Kevin began, locking gazes with him. "What do you think of it?"

Uh-oh...

What do I say?

Part of him didn't want Kevin to go through with it. The past year of being a superhero himself had given him a sense of power and responsibility that he was hesitant to give up. Living by Brett's maxim, he worked for the benefit of all but lived for himself. Saving people and seeing their smiles or hearing their gratitude lifted his heart to a point on Connor's love could rival.

The other part however, knew that a lot of the world's problems could be solved if Project Descent was successful. Sure others may rise but that was just how mortals were. Solve one problem with a solution and people will find ways to abuse that solution. Such was the case with dynamite.

So what can I say...?

He decided to go with the truth.

If his experiences have taught him anything, it was that telling the truth - no matter how painful it was - would be better than lying.

"I have my doubts," he admitted. "People, both supers and civilians, won't want to make the transition. Supervillains are likely to try making crazy super-powered armies and god knows what will happen if a riot breaks out. But, I know you have the best of intentions, Kevin." He rested his hands on his friend's shoulders. "And if anything, we all have to respect that. In times like these, we have to believe in the good of mortals because we can't spend all our time looking at the bad or we'll just end up killing each other."

Kevin chuckled and nodded slowly. "Yeah... You know, you've gotten really philosophical, Jase."

"Comes from living with a psychology major."

"Huh?"

"Oh, Brett Sykes, my dad's latest fling is living with us. He was a senior in my school."

Kevin rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Your life is royally screwed up, Jason."

"Yeah but I make the most of it and move on."

"Good motto." He turned towards the town hall and sighed. "Thing is... Remember my father's funeral? You asked me if I wanted to say something?"

Jason remembered that day. He had seen Kevin was trying to hide something. Kevin never did profess what he was keeping inside.

"Yeah."

"I wanted to tell my dad that I hated him."

Hell of a thing to tell a dead guy at his funeral...

... I suppose it was best that he kept it in...

"I hated him for leaving such a big hole for me to fill," Kevin continued. "I was afraid everyone would just keep comparing me to my father, trying to make me fit a mould that I could never be." Kevin's eyes turned to Jason, full of sorrow and anger. "Do you know what he said to me on his death bed?"

Something terrible, I bet...

"No..."

"'I didn't want you'."

Ouch...

Kevin shook his head, glowering at the town hall. "Vale Riley didn't want his only son... He spent his time making sure that the world order that we coddle and nurture remains the same. Poor remain poor, rich remain rich and the empowered remain empowered. I dream of a world where we are all equal, Jason. Where, it doesn't matter if you were born the son of a common whore or the daughter of a multimillionaire because you can make it on your own with the gifts that are granted to you.

"That is what Project Descent is about. Everyone will have these powers that the supers cherish so much and we can finally bring Reprieve down to our level so that we can be one. Those on Reprieve don't have to feel like their 'freaks' and those down here don't have to feel like we're nothing compared to them. No one has to be shaped into a mould because you can forge yourself the way you want to.

"No one has to ever be afraid of becoming something they're not."

Jason wasn't sure what to say.

That did sound like a great world but... Was it truly possible?

The journey of discovering himself was just as important as realising he couldn't live by the stereotypes those around him tried to label himself as. It was the laughs, the tears and the shouts that had forged him into the person he was now.

It seemed that Kevin was just fitting people into a bigger, larger mould instead of giving them the freedom to get their own hammer and shape their path through life.

But... This isn't about freedom or free will...

... It's about not being afraid of who you are...

"Put that way," Jason said, smiling slightly, "it sounds awesome."

"Superheroes don't have to wear masks anymore," Kevin said, chuckling. "We'll all be one, under the same sky and living on the sample planet."

"People will find a way around it, you know."

Kevin sighed and nodded grimly. "I know... It's not perfect... But... I guess if this is just the first stepping stone in a much, larger journey." A smile crossed his features and the shine returned to his eyes. "Thanks for having this talk with me, Jase. You really helped me get my confidence back."

Jason grinned and patted Kevin's shoulders. "Just don't be afraid, Kev. It'd be stupid if the guy trying to make sure we don't fear who we are is afraid himself."

Jason quickly gave Kevin a hug before wishing him luck and hurrying into the crowd. He caught Connor's scent and followed it easily to where his tiger, his dad and Robin were standing near the front of the barrier that separated them from the where Kevin was about to make his address. Since they were VIPs, they were allowed to rub shoulders with several dignitaries and even some superheroes. The Blue Wolf was there as was Warhorse.

Kevin took the podium and a loud roar erupted from the crowd. As Jason glanced around, he was amused to see a lot of women holding up 'Will you marry me?' signs. It reminded him that one time when he held up a sign to catch the attention of the one he cared for.

Hmmm... There's an idea for my proposal...

Better not write it down though or Connor will find it...

Kevin cleared his throat.

"Ladies and gentlemen, people from all races, all countries, superheroes and civilians alike... I give you, Project Descent!"

****

"Kevin sure had some pretty good stage presence," Connor said, lounging about on the big bed. He was flicking through channels and shut the TV off in disgust as there was nothing on but more coverage about Kevin's announcement.

"He was a lot more confident as the speech went on," Jason replied, shifting through his clothes to find something decent to wear to tomorrow's visit to Reprieve. He had packed so hastily he had forgotten to get his suit. Not that he wanted to get his suit smelling of sex anyway.

"What did you tell him?"

"Nothing really. He sorta talked himself into being more confident. Pretty much told me exactly what he said on the speech itself."

Kevin did go into more detail on Descent during his speech, however. He explained that they had successfully isolated the superpower gene and found that it produced a special substance that would attach itself to the host's DNA while giving off special energies depending on its proximity with other molecules of its type, what part of the body the DNA strand governed and which type of DNA molecule it was bonded to. Since DNA was unique to every person, it explained why superheroes and supervillains seldom had the same powers.

There were times concerning blood relations when the powers were the same but even then, there were great differences.

Descent aimed to distribute a serum containing the substance to all the people of the world, giving them all powers and thus closing the gap between superheroes and civilians permanently. Kevin assured them that it was impossible to obtain more powers as the substance only bonded to DNA and consuming more of it would only end with the excess being expelled from the body.

Representatives from various countries stepped up and offered their views as well. Even superheroes came in and threw in their opinions.

By the end of the announcement, everyone was brimming with excitement at tomorrow's release of Project Descent.

"What do you think I should wear tomorrow?" Jason asked over his shoulder.

"Your costume."

He spun to face Connor incredulously. "What!?"

"You won't need it after tomorrow. Everyone will be a super."

Good point...

Ding-dong!

Both of them glanced towards the door.

"Room service!" a deep, familiar voice announced.

"Room service?" Jason asked, turning to Connor. "I didn't order any room service."

Connor was grinning from ear to ear... a mischievous grin that suddenly had Jason on edge. It was that 'I'm going to sex you up' grin that the tiger wore when he was about to go Raging Tiger on Jason back at home.

"That'd be the pizza I ordered. Extra spicy."

Jason narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend. "This had better not be some prank, Connor. I don't think Kevin will pay for strippers."

Connor lifted his hand solemnly. "I swear on my life that is not a stripper."

"Better not be," Jason growled, grasping the doorknob. A second passed when he considered looking through the peephole but he wasn't that suspicious of Connor.

Wait... should I be...?

Too late.

He turned the knob and swung the door open.

Three things happened in rapid succession.

Firstly, Jason took in the cute, puppy-dog face grinning at him.

Second, he exclaimed in his high-pitched horrified voice, "Brett!?"

And thirdly, he noticed that Brett was holding two boxes of large pizzas in his hand, below his waist with his dick out resting on the steaming hot boxes.

"Did someone order two large pizzas, extra spicy?" The Rottweiler asked.

GAH!

Jason yanked the Rottweiler inside and slammed the door shut. "What the hell are you doing here!?"

"Connor invited me," Brett said, grinning from ear to ear. He turned to the tiger. "You owe me fourteen bucks by the way."

Somehow, Connor had obtained a lollipop and was licking at it suggestively. "Put it on my tab."

"T - Tab!?" Jason stammered.

Brett set down the pizzas on the room's table and began unbuttoning his shirt. Jason's mind went blank and his cock began building in his pants.

"We're throwing you a bachelor party," Brett said, showing off his huge muscles that bulged beneath that singlet that seemed all too tight for him. His hard nipples were pushing hard against the fabric making Jason shudder.

"Wh - What...? But - But I'm not - "

Then it hit him.

He had practically proposed to Connor on the trip here!

It was basically a proposal just without the ring!

This is not happening!

This is a dream! Wake up, damnit! Wake up!

"Aw, I think it's sweet," Optimist said.

"Don't bachelor parties where the groom ends up sleeping with someone else causes the wedding to cancel?" Pessimist asked.

Horndog drooled. "Hmmm... Extra spicy pizza..."

"But - But..." Jason stammered, backing away as far as he could. Brett advanced, a grin on his face to match Connor's. "You - me - we can't -"

Brett suddenly cupped the back of his head with one, meaty hand and pulled them together, their lips locking. Jason expected Brett to start shoving his tongue into Jason's muzzle but strangely, that didn't happen. It was a soft kiss...

Slowly, the Rottweiler pulled away, leaving Jason stunned. The big dog pulled him towards the bed were Connor was waiting, already out of his clothes.

"Bachelor... party..." Jason stammered, his mind quickly going into overload. He did a quick system shutdown and reboot. "Wait! Isn't a bachelor party meant to occur closer to the wedding date!? Sometimes even the night before!"

Connor winked at him just as he felt Brett's thick, throbbing dog meat against the small of his back. "Think of this as a three-year bachelor party."

"Th - Th - three year!?"

He moaned as Brett lights bit down on his shoulder.

His resistances were rapidly degrading. A huge wall with 'Resistance' scrawled on its surface was quickly being knocked down by a mini-Connor and a mini-Brett with hammers conveniently shaped as penises. Optimist and Pessimist where rapidly trying to repair it from their end. It didn't help that Horndog had sided with the mini-Connor and mini-Brett.

"No... stripper..." Jason whined as Brett ran his tongue up his neck while Connor leaned forward and began unbuckling his pants.

"He's not a stripper," Connor responded, winking with those Heart-Melting emerald eyes. "But he does like to take his clothes of and have sex with you."

His mind was blurring and his cock was taking over. Brett pulled his shirt over his head and feeling the big, brawny dog's arms around his chest just sent him over the moon. Connor's raspy tongue began drawing across his dick.

The wall was crumbling fast.

There was one last thing he could try.

"One... man... guy..." he gasped as Brett began playing with his nipples. Connor pulled him down onto the bed and he collapsed, twitching in anticipation.

"Yeah," Brett replied, still grinning. "You're one man." He winked at Connor who shared the same, hormone charged grin. "And we're both guys."

In his daze and desperation, Jason managed to mutter, "Pizza... getting... cold...!"

"Oh... right."

Jason's brain instantly snapped back into full throttle as he watched Connor pull away and regard the pizza. He breathed a sigh of relief as Brett shrugged and abandoned his assault.

Oh thank god...

"NOOOOOOO!" Horndog wailed.

"So how much was that again?" Connor asked Brett.

"Fourteen."

"You mean it's not sixty-nine something?"

Connor winked.

Jason's heart plummeted.

Oh no...

Brett's grin returned. "Yeah. That could work."

Jason jumped back. "NO!"

WHAM!

The two tackled him back onto the bed, Connor taking him low and Brett taking him high. If he had been struck by twin, flaming hot meteorites, they would not have compared to the burning sensation he got as Brett finally shoved that hot, long tongue into his muzzle and Connor wrapped those succulent, wet lips around his cock.

Oh, and the wall of resistance shattered.

Jason wrapped one hand around Brett's shoulders and the other shifted behind Connor's head. He thrust with his hips while contesting with Brett's tongue for ground. His moans were forming a lustful chorus with Brett and Connor.

Slowly, Brett pulled away, still grinning. He licked the tip of Jason's nose.

"I got something else in mind for that muzzle of yours, big wolf."

Jason blinked in confusion as Brett slipped off his chest and rolled him to his side. He felt Connor moving but was mesmerised by Brett's cock to really pay any attention. Some part of his brain was calculating the distance between him and that red, throbbing piece of meat and his mouth was starting to water in anticipation. Brett lowered himself onto the bed, his furry balls bouncing on the tip of Jason's muzzle.

That tender aroma of finely spiced steak filled Jason's ever mind and a soft, lustful rumble rose from his chest.

Then Connor started sucking

"Aaaah!"

Jason felt the cum start jostling in his balls, rising to meet Connor like they were being attracted by some supreme magnet. Connor's hand began massaging his testicle, coaxing every drop of semen in them to become active and ready for launch. The other hand travelled around Jason's hip and slowly began prodding the tight, virgin as with a slick, finger.

"Oh god!" Jason whined.

"Show off," Brett chuckled. "Come 'ere!" The bit Rottweiler's muscles bunched as he yanked Connor off Jason - a soft 'pop' erupting as Connors lips came free of Jason's cock. Brett flipped Connor upside down, displaying his immense, arousing strength and greedily wrapping his lips around Connor's dick.

Just seeing that made Jason whimper.

Connor didn't forget about him and reached forward, drawing Jason's cock into his lips once more and coating the throbbing organ in that comforting warmth.

As gasp escaped Jason, dragging in more of Brett's lovely scent. A small drop of Brett's pre-cum slipped down into Jason's muzzle. It was like eating the salty juices of that heavily spiced steak. Jason wanted more. He leaned forward, burring his muzzle right between the Rottweiler's tennis-ball sized testicles and breathing in more and more of that scent.

He heart Brett moaned, unable to truly speak with Connor's dick in his mouth. Grinning, Jason drew his tongue across Brett's cock, feeling every vein pulse against his sensitive taste buds and relishing the smooth, slick, texture. Wasting no time, he gobbled the cock and felt its tip rub down against his tongue.

Brett suddenly bucked, shoving his dick right down Jason's throat.

Jason gagged and pulled out, spluttering.

"Take it easy on my wolf, Brett," Connor said, taking a moment to pull away from Jason. "It's he's first time sucking cock."

Jason saw Brett's grin.

"Really? Well, we'll have the next three years to make sure he gets really good at it."

Just thinking of the next three years made him plunged back in, taking every inch of Brett's eight inch cock. As of in cue, Brett and Connor wrapped their lips around their respective targets. Jason's moaned were muffled as a slow rhythm began building between the three of them. It was a chain of thrusts and sucks. Connor would suck on Jason, causing Jason to buck and suck on Brett who returned the favour to Connor.

Connor began twisting his tongue every which way around Jason's cock and Jason tried followed in example. He looped his tongue around Brett's dick, wrapping it completely around and squeezing as much as he could. Brett's moans became loudest.

As if sensing the competition, Connor prodded Jason's cum-slit with his tongue, forcing his tongue as far as it would go and sending a burning sensation all through Jason.

Jason's moans overtook Brett's.

"Mmmmhmm - Mmmmmm!"

Then, Connor suddenly pulled out of Jason, squealing in delight. "Wuuugh! Wow..." He was panting hard. "My, my, big dog. Didn't know you could do that."

Brett just winked and took every part of Connor's cock down his throat. Jason's eyes boggled as he saw a slight bulge against the dog's throat. Connor wrapped his lips around Jason again and the latter continued his assault against Brett.

Their trusts and sucks began more and more feverish. Jason felt his knot start to form and Brett was on the verge as well. He pressed against Brett's knot, urging the dog closer and closer to that blissful climax. Their moans began replaced by rapid pants and animalistic grunts or growls.

Jason could feel himself drawing close... very close.

N - No! Not - Not me first!

G - Gotta -

He held on but Connor seemed to sense his resistance and pulled out his secret weapon.

The tiger wrapped his tongue around Jason's cock and pulled.

LIFT OFF!

Jason pulled out of Brett at that instant and howled. Another howl accompanied him as Brett's thick cock jerked and shot what seemed like gallons of hot, sticky, white cum all over his face. But unlike Jason, Brett didn't pull out of Connor as the tiger reached his climax. Jason was vaguely aware of watching Connor's meat spasm deep inside Brett's throat and the dog just drinking it all up.

That brought him another three spasms from his cock, blasting Connor and covering the tiger's entire face with his cum. Brett's scent filled Jason's world and he lay there, in a daze just breathing in the mixed aromas of himself, the Rottweiler and his mate, Connor.

There was a lot of shifting and moving before he found himself cuddled right up next to Brett and Connor, the two of them wrapping their arms around him and nuzzling is neck. Brett seemed to cleanest of them all though a bit of Connor's cum was leaking out from the corners of his lips.

"You've got to teach me that trick," Connor chuckled.

"Takes years, stripes," Brett answered, grinning. "But hey, we got three of them, right?"

Three years...

Hmmm...

"Let's make it five," Jason suggested.

His last thought before drifting off into blissful sleep was...

Stupid steamy, hot sex...

****

It was unfortunate that Brett didn't have a ticket to get on the Reprieve. Jason felt bad having to leave the Rottweiler back on Enria while he, Connor, Dan and Robin all travelled to the massive space station for Kevin's greatest triumph. Memories of the previous night flooded him and he had to admit, he was looking forward to the next five years. Kevin and his retinue were in the same shuttle.

Brett was pretty much family now and while Jason and Connor were to be married eventually, they weren't yet. There was a lot both of them could learn from Brett and Jason was pretty damn excited to find out.

"We should find Brett a boyfriend," Jason suggested as their shuttle docked with the Reprieve.

"You think that jaguar we met on the plane would be interested?" Connor replied.

Thinking of David, Jason could definitely see a possibility there.

Hmmm...

Seems like David likes big, muscled guys...

I wonder if he's a top or bottom...

The doors to the shuttle opened.

Jason closed his eyes and brought up images of what Reprieve looked like. On the few occasions that pictures were released, he remembered seeing massive, silver towers and a titanic, artificial garden with that looked just like a rainforest down on Enria. Statues of the greatest heroes flanked a single path leading to the silver mini-city and, at the very end of the path on a circular plaza was the biggest statue of them all.

The statue of Negative X.

Just thinking about meeting the legendary hero made Jason giddy.

What revulsion he had on superheroes had long gone and he felt like a fan boy to meet his favourite movie star.

He was first out of the shuttle -

... but he froze on the first step.

Mr. Laurence - Flame Runner - stood there waiting for them, grinning from ear to ear.

"Hello, Wolfe."