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Author's note -- This story originally appeared on another site for a Halloween contest, but on recommendation from a friend, I'm posting it here too. The first in a series of fanfics I've written, based on Biker Mice from Mars. Comments welcome!!

DISCLAIMER -- I don't own Biker Mice from Mars. All rights retained by their holders. Just borrowing the characters for some good dirty fun!

Trick 'er Treat, Bro?

The doorbell rang, startling Vinnie awake. His limbs flailed as he attempted to get up out of the easy chair, spilling the bowl of candy he had in his lap. This had not been his night.

It had started out so great. Charley had given him a sneak peek at her costume - they were going to head to this party as Aladdin and Jasmine, and he had to admit that the girl looked hot. Like a belly dancer with a faint aroma of engine grease. He was just glad that his own costume pants were so loose. If he were wearing his usual tight pants, he would have been in trouble. Sweet mother Mars, she was foxy.

But then Charley had gotten called away to babysit her niece or something, leaving Vinnie all alone manning the door on Halloween night. (Modo was up in Canada trying to score some parts for his bike, and Throttle... Vinnie wasn't sure he *wanted* to know what Throttle was up to.) The doorbell rang again.

"All right! I'm coming!" Sheesh! Who went trick-or-treating at 11 at night? He was sure he had turned the front light out before he started...resting his eyes in the chair. And was winter starting early this year? He could feel his nipples hardening under his stupid vest that didn't close all the way. Who wore a vest that didn't close all the way outside of a Disney cartoon? Well, there was Throttle. Maybe there was something to be said for vests that couldn't close all the way after all.

Vinnie blushed as that thought occurred to him. Now there was a can of worms he had suppressed since he and Charley started going out. It was around the same time Throttle started staying out late and not telling Modo or Vinnie where he was going. Like he was sore about him and Charley hooking up, but didn't want to mope around the garage. But hey, he had played it cool as long as he could. And anyway, the less Throttle was around, the less Vinnie had to fight off thoughts like...

The doorbell rang a third time, interrupting the white mouse's train of thoughts. "I said I was coming!" He fumbled with the deadbolt, and then the lock, and then the chain (this *was* Chicago, after all), and finally opened the door. "Shouldn't you be in bed...by...n-n-n..."

Vinnie's jaw dropped as the door opened, the plastic bowl in his hand hitting the floor. It was Throttle. But that wasn't what surprised him. Nor was it the fact that the tan mouse smelled of stale tobacco and even staler beer (and not the root beer kind either). From the waist up, Throttle was dressed as always, black vest, bandana, shades. (The mouse even wore his shades at night. And part of Vinnie was completely fine with that.) No, it was below the waist that had Vinnie speechless.

Black leather pants, so tight that Vinnie had no idea how Throttle had gotten into them, hugging every muscle of the tan mouse's legs. But there was no crotch to them! Instead, Throttle was wearing this tight black leather thong. Mars, those glimpses in the shower had been right. His bro was *hung*! Vinnie could feel his face burning in embarrassment.

"Trick 'er treat, bro?" The tan mouse's words were slurred slightly, and he seemed a little unsteady on his feet. Was Throttle drunk? Vinnie moved forward to help his bro inside. As he did so, Throttle stepped towards him, wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed him. Not a little peck on the cheek. Not a little bit of lip on lip. An honest-to-Mars, full blown kiss. Vinnie moaned softly as he felt Throttle's tongue touch his, and he closed his eyes. The tan mouse's hands were drifting down his back, rubbing his rump through the loose fabric of his costume pants. He could feel Throttle's chest next to his. It must be cold out there, the tan fur chill against his body. A shiver ran up the white mouse's spine. Throttle finally broke the kiss, leaving Vinnie panting.

"I knew you'd choose 'treat', bro..." Throttle smirked that little half-smile he had and pressed inside further, closing the door behind him with a foot. "Charley ditch you?"

"Yeah. I mean, she had this thing. I mean..." His emotions were getting in the way of his words.

"Shame for a sexy mouse like you to be all alone on Halloween."

Vinnie swallowed. Throttle...thought he was...sexy? *The* Throttle? The reason why he signed up for the Resistance in the first place? He had always thought that if you put a shirtless Throttle on the recruitment posters, the mice of Mars would be lining up for miles to enlist. Male or female. He had about made a mess of himself the day that he was told he was going to be assigned to Throttle's cell. But the tan mouse had always been so cool. I mean, he always had your back and everything, but you never knew what he was thinking. By the time the three bros had moved to Earth, Vinnie had just moved on. Especially when a hot human like Charley had...

A squeeze of his backside brought Vinnie back to the present. Sweet mother Mars, Throttle's hands were still on his ass! "Upstairs. Now. Before I sober up and start to have second thoughts..." Throttle released him and started walking up the stairs. To where the guys' bedrooms were. Ho-leee... Throttle's pants were ass-less too. Two luscious tan-furred bubbles of prime Grade A mouse butt shown through. He could even see those sexy little 'dimples'. Throttle's tail flicked up, exposing the cleft of his backside completely. Vinnie didn't know that he could fly up the stairs that fast.

He opened the door to his room. No one was there. Vinnie's heart was pounding. After having denied the feelings he had for his leader for so long, was this all some kind of candy-induced dream?

"Vincent. Over here."

Vinnie almost blushed again. Of course Throttle would be in his own room, not Vinnie's. The white mouse took a deep breath. He loved it when Throttle called him by his full name. Always had, ever since roll call that first day back on Mars. He slipped into Throttle's room.

Throttle had lit a few candle stubs and they shone a flickering light on the tan mouse as he lay in his bed. He had taken off his vest, but left on his bandana, those leather pants and the...leather jock strap? Had to be. Only way his ass could still be bare. Oh, and the shades. Of course he was still wearing the shades. He smiled at Vinnie again and tapped the spot on the bed next to him.

Vinnie hurried to join Throttle on the bed. "Bro, if this is a dream, don't wake me up..."

Throttle chuckled. "No dream, Vincent. What the hell are you supposed to be, anyway? You look like a harem boy."

Vinnie did blush again this time. "Aladdin. Me and Charley were going to go as Aladdin and Jasmine."

Throttle grinned. "Aladdin, hmm? Does that mean if I rub the right spot, I get three wishes?"

Vinnie blinked and then moaned as he felt Throttle rub his ass again. "I like that spot, but not quite right..." Warm paws slipped into Vinnie's vest and began to massage one of his pecs. The white mouse closed his eyes and gasped as he felt Throttle start to play with one of his nipples. "Love those little sounds you make, Vincent. But that's not quite the right spot either..."

Vinnie's eyes opened wide as he felt Throttle's hand start to slip down the front of his pants. And then he moaned as Throttle groped his balls through his underwear. (Blue bikini briefs. Gotta make sure your junk is securely stowed before you ride, after all.) Vinnie couldn't believe how hard he was already. This had to be a dream...

"There's the spot, Vincent." Throttle's voice almost purred, and he leaned in to kiss Vinnie again, rolling his slightly larger body over on top of the white mouse. Vinnie opened his mouth, moaning around Throttle's tongue as the tan mouse started to grope him harder, gently squeezing his balls, rubbing his shaft through his briefs. The material was already slick with Vinnie's precum. He could never remember producing so much. Well, save for those first nights back on Mars, when he had lain awake, fantasizing about a certain hunky tan mouse.

Vinnie felt his mousehood throb in his briefs. Mars, he was so close. He tried to say something, but as he did so, Throttle only snaked his tongue further into his mouth, bathing his tonsils. He could feel his own breath start to come more and more erratically. Throttle's muscular torso rubbed against Vinnie's, a thin sheen of sweat covering both tan and white fur. Oh fuck... Oh fuck... OH FUCK!!!

Vinnie's orgasm hit, making a royal mess of his royal blue briefs. Throttle continued to stroke him until the white mouse's load was spent. Only then did Throttle break the kiss and roll off him. If it weren't for the smile on the tan mouse's face, Vinnie would have thought that Throttle regretted what he had done.

"Gods, if you only knew how long I've waited to do that..."

Vinnie blinked. "How long...you... Huh?"

Throttle chuckled and gently traced his fingertips along the edge of Vinnie's faceplate. Sweet mother Mars, he was so sexy without hardly even trying! "I've probably been in love with you since the first time I saw you, Vincent. Been in lust with you even longer. One of the perks of being a cell leader. You get to watch the new recruits' physicals through a one-way mirror."

Vinnie blushed. Not that he had minded being stroked off by that sexy doc. But how many other people had he been put on display for that day? He was more that a bit of an exhibitionist. But that was only fun if you knew that people were there to show off for.

"But I was...involved. You know that. And I didn't even know which way you swung. So I'd just pull a lot of late shifts and watch you while you slept. Then we came here, and you and Charley go this thing started." Throttle swallowed. "I thought I had lost you, Vincent..."

Vinnie didn't know what to do for a moment. He had never seen Throttle so choked up. Throttle was their *leader*, for Mars's sake! He didn't get choked up. He was always cool as ice. Then the white mouse realized that he knew exactly what to do. He leaned over and kissed Throttle as passionately as he knew how. One of the kisses that Charley always said made her toes start to curl. He felt the tip of his tail dancing with the tip of Throttle's before the kiss broke. Vinnie ran his fingertips down the curve of Throttle's neck, over his shoulder where his tattoo was.

"Bro... If you only knew how long I've been dreaming about *you*! Dreaming about you picking me up off my feet and...I don't know what all. You're why I got into the Resistance in the first place. Hell, the Plutarchians could have killed my ass for all I cared, right after the first day I saw you in the locker room! Not that I was brave enough to look... But you were always... I don't know... And you were...involved, like you said. But I mean... Look at you! Who *wouldn't* want you?"

Throttle chuckled and shook his head. "Gods, we're a sorry pair, aren't we, Vincent..." He leaned in and kissed Vinnie again, his broad chest seeming to fit so naturally against the white mouse's. "To think, that we could have been doing this for years now... Well, I for one plan on making up for lost time. I get three wishes for rubbing the magic lamp, don't I?"

Vinnie chuckled. "Well, I suppose you do..."

"Good. First wish. I want to see you naked, Vincent, and I want to be the one who gets you that way..."

Vinnie wasn't sure whether that was two wishes rather than one, but he wasn't about to correct Throttle. Vinnie got onto his knees on the bed and Throttle did the same. The tan mouse pulled him close, and then nuzzled into his neck. Vinnie blinked in surprise, not quite sure he expected Throttle to be so...gentle... But it was definitely the tan mouse that was in control. By the time Throttle began to nibble on his neck, Vinnie was panting and moaning. Strong yet gentle hands slipped into the vest of Vinnie's costume and pulled it off his shoulders. The garment fell to the floor.

Vinnie could feel himself pant harder as Throttle continued to nibble and kiss his way down the white mouse's chest. Who knew that a dude's collarbone was an erogenous zone? Fuck, everywhere Throttle's teeth and lips and tongue touched felt like heaven. That commanding tongue ran down his sternum, followed the cut of his pec, then played with his hidden nipple for a moment. "Oh fuck, bro! F-U-C-K, fuck!"

Throttle smiled that coy smile of his again and switched nipples. At the same time, he slipped his hands into Vinnie's pants again, this time looking for a way to undo the sash that held them up (but hey, if Vinnie got some free ass-grabs out of the deal, who was he to complain?). Throttle finally unwound the sash enough, and the loose pants simply pooled at Vinnie's knees. Leaving him clad in only a very wet, very stretched out pair of briefs.

Throttle placed his hands firmly on Vinnie's ass, the white mouse moaning as he did so. And then he began to lick his way down Vinnie's abs. He moaned as Throttle's tongue first circled and then dipped in and out of his navel. Holy mother Mars, Throttle was good at this! Wait... Was he...? He wasn't, was he? Oh Mars, he was!

Vinnie moaned and rested his hands on Throttle's head as the tan mouse started to lick his mousehood through his messed briefs. There was even a slight hiss as Throttle sucked the cum through the fabric. If Vinnie had deflated at all, he was hard as a rock again. Fuck, at this rate he was going to blow another load before Throttle finished! And maybe that was what his bro had in mind!

But Throttle backed off just before that happened, instead taking the waistband of Vinnie's briefs in his teeth and slowly working them down over the white mouse's thick pink cock. Vinnie just knelt there, panting. Charley had her kinky moments, sure, but *this*... Wow... Throttle rolled onto his back, a big smile on his face and a big bulge in the pouch of his jock. "You sure are one pretty mouse, Vincent. I've always thought so..."

Vinnie blushed yet again. If anyone else -- even Modo! -- had the nerve to call him pretty, he would have decked them (Modo would have cleaned up the floor with him afterwards, but he would have at least gotten in a good first swing). But when Throttle said it, it made him feel warm all over inside. Vinnie kicked his pants and underwear onto the floor, kneeling on the edge of the bed completely naked. "What's your second wish...master?"

Throttle chuckled, Vinnie hoped at his little improvisation there at the end. But then again, there were worse things to happen to you than to be a slave of the sexiest mouse in the galaxy. "Wish number two. Blow me, bro..."

Vinnie swallowed. He had messed around with a few of the guys back on Mars, but it had never progressed much beyond jacking each other off. And then when he had seen Throttle, it was like he was saving himself for that one guy. Guy-guy stuff was one thing, guy-girl stuff was another... When it came to most guy-guy stuff...he was a virgin.

Throttle had to have seen most of this in his eyes. He reached out to stroke Vinnie's cheek. "Just watch your teeth, Vincent. I'm sure you'll do fine..."

Vinnie swallowed and nodded. He reached up and rested his hands on Throttle's hips. Mars, how could one guy be so soft and so hard at the same time? The tan fur was almost silky, and it covered muscles of steel. Vinnie rubbed his thumbs along the little 'cuts' of muscles under Throttle's hips. (Adonis lines? Is that what he had heard them called?) Throttle moaned. "Time for teasing later, Vincent. I need your mouth on me now..."

Vinnie smiled a little. Such a powerful male, and he was making him moan. Little Vinnie, the guy the old gang thought was never going to amount to anything. And here he was, about to blow the hero of the Martian Resistance. He suddenly blushed at the very thought. He...was about to...to do that to Throttle... Vinnie swallowed and went on with it before he could worry himself out of his courage.

He looked for a way to undo Throttle's pants (Mars, that ass felt nice!), but that earned him a quick look from the tan mouse. "Leave 'em on..." Vinnie blinked, wondering what he was supposed to do instead, finally hitting on the idea of simply sliding down the pouch of the leather jockstrap. It took him a while to get the thing worked free, and Throttle was moaning softly by the time he did. But when the pouch finally went down, Throttle's cock practically hit him in the face. Mars, he had never seen a cock that big! There was a musky smell, but not unpleasant. Vinnie didn't know if it was from the cock or the leather, or both. But he decided that he liked it.

He hooked the jockstrap under Throttle's...generous balls, to get it out of the way more than for anything else. And then he just stared at Throttle's prick for a moment. It was beautiful. The texture that the veins gave it. The big mushroom head, slick with pre. The thick rib of the urethra. He was panting before he knew it, hot pulses of breath steaming against Throttle's cock. The tan mouse moaned. "C'mon bro... Please..."

Vinnie hesitated again. To hear *Throttle* begging and pleading like that sent a pulse of power through his system. But he didn't want to get a reputation for being a cock-tease (well, at least no worse of a reputation than he already had). The first moment he put his tongue on that shaft though, he wondered why he ever hesitated. Throttle was delicious! He licked up and down the pink shaft, smiling a little at the way that Throttle moaned. Then he decided to tease his tongue along the ridge where glans met shaft. He could feel Throttle tense in a way that let him know he was pushing good buttons. Hell, maybe he was a natural cock-sucker!

He licked up to Throttle's cockhead, licking the helmet like he was licking an ice cream cone. Not that an ice cream cone was ever this salty, but heck, this was good... But he was so big. Was he ever going to get this in his mouth? Well, no use stalling any longer... Vinnie opened his mouth and took the head of Throttle's cock into it.

Throttle sucked in a hissing breath. "Teeth, Vincent! Teeth!" Vinnie blushed and used his lips to sheathe his teeth, trying to keep them from scraping against the sensitive member in his mouth. Mars, so much to remember. But he actually had Throttle in his mouth! He swallowed, and the tan mouth moaned. Hmm... Something else to experiment with. Vinnie bobbed his head down a little further and swallowed again. Another moan. He could get used to this.

He began to bob up and down Throttle's shaft, only pausing a little when he went down too far and almost gagged. "It's...ok...Vincent..." Throttle panted above him. "You're doing...great...bro..."

Vinnie backed off just a little bit, and then lashed his tongue at Throttle's cock. There was enough left over that he could also stroke the tan mouse near the root, the mixture of precum and saliva drooling out of Vinnie's mouth working as lube. With his free hand, Vinnie began to roll one of Throttle's balls around. Mother Mars, this was exciting! It was him. *He* was the one making Throttle moan like that! He wondering if Throttle was into people watching. Hell, they were a hot couple and Vinnie knew it!

A couple... That's what they were now. No going back from this night. Well, he had been trying to talk Charlie into a threeway -- only he had imagined it with another girl! But he had caught her eying both of his bros from time to time. She would probably go for it.

"G-getting close, Vincent..." Throttle's gasp brought Vinnie back to the present. Time to work out the details later. Right now he was having way too much fucking fun. Literally fucking. Vinnie pulled back until just the tip of Throttle's cock was in his mouth, then he teased the tip of his tongue at the slit on the end...

Throttle let out a holler as he came. Sweet mother Mars, he was a screamer! Jet after jet of thick, hot cum began to spray down his throat. It was somehow...stronger than his own (hell, every guy had to at least try his own, right?). But it was good! He did his best to swallow it all, but there was simply too much. Vinnie spluttered a little as he pulled off the cock, the last few spurts landing streamers of cum across his white fur.

He looked up to see Throttle leaning back on the bed, eyes closed, a *big* smile on his face. "Gods, Vincent. You're good... You could show the guys at the--" Throttle cut himself off, as if he had been about to say something that he shouldn't have. Instead he reached up to stroke Vinnie's cheek. A bit of his own cum came off on his thumb. He brought it to his mouth and licked it clean. Then he stroked Vinnie's cheek again, this time offering his thumb to Vinnie.

Vinnie smiled and licked the salty treat off the thumb. He could talk to Throttle about his secrets some other time. Tonight was a night for treats, after all. And here he thought the best he was going to get tonight was a major chocolate rush and perhaps a date with Mother Palm and her Five Friendly Daughters...

"Time for wish three, Vincent. If you want to..."

Vinnie smiled and ran a hand along Throttle's side. The tan mouse's sweat made the fur seem even slicker, as well as adding to that attractive, *very* male odor of his. "Hey, I chose 'treat', bro. Don't want the fun to stop now!"

Throttle smiled and kissed Vinnie again. Then he leaned in close. Even the feel of Throttle's breath right against the curve of his ear sent shivers up Vinnie's spine. And then he whispered those words in a husky, almost breathless voice. "Wish three. I wanna fuck you, Vincent..."

Vinnie froze for a moment. He had been having fun all night, but that was... That was pretty woah... And he realized that he wanted it. He wanted to go all the way with this studmouse. "B-be gentle, bro... First time with a guy..."

Throttle chuckled softly and pecked Vinnie on his furry cheek. "And here I thought you would have had to be fighting the guys off... Hell, if you had gone anywhere except the root beer bars, you probably *would* have to... You have a sweet ass, bro..." Vinnie eeped as Throttle gave his furry ass a playful pinch. "But I'll be gentle, Vincent. Trust me..."

Vinnie nodded. "Your wish is my command then, master..."

"On your hands and knees then, Vincent." Vinnie nodded and 'assumed the position'. Throttle reached around him for something under his pillow. A bottle of KY it looked like. (He and Charlie *did* know how to have fun, after all...) "Might hurt a little at first. But you'll love it. Trust me..."

Vinnie nodded again, looking over his shoulder to watch Throttle work. Mars, he was sexy. So damn sexy. Vinnie moaned just from the commanding way Throttle touched his ass. The tan mouse chuckled. "You always were too eager for your own good, Vincent." Vinnie felt some of the lube run down his asscleft, and he shivered at the coolness. "Ok... Here goes..."

A fingertip circled around Vinnie's pucker, and he tensed on instinct. A strong hand stroked his side. "Relax, Vincent... Relax..." Mars, that sexy voice could just about melt him. He flicked his tail over his shoulder and out of the way, closing his eyes as Throttle tried again. This time the fingertip slipped into his ass. Vinnie moaned.

"Sensitive, aren't you, bro..." Throttle chuckled and slowly worked his finger in further. It took a while, but soon he was even stroking his finger in and out relatively effortlessly. The lube seemed to be warming up as things progressed, perhaps a new feature. Vinnie was going to have to ask Throttle about it lat--

"Oh FUCK! What was that?"

Throttle chuckled. "That's called your prostate, Vincent. You remember that from your physical on Mars, right?"

Well, yeah. But the doctor on Mars hadn't touched it so...possessively. Wow. Oh wow.

"Here comes a second finger, bro..."

Vinnie groaned and did his best not to tense up as Throttle stretched him bit by bit, loosening him up with two, then three fingers. Finally Throttle declared him ready. His fingers slid out with a slick squelch. And then he felt Throttle's cock against his asscleft.

Nuts. He was fucking nuts! There was no fucking way that that thing was going to fit up his ass! "Um, hey, Throttle? Bro?"

"Shh... Don't talk, Vincent. Just relax..." Lube-slicked hands rubbed his lats. Well, that would help him relax. He wondered if Throttle gave massages. Mmm... A full body massage from a hunky mou--

Vinnie's eyes bulged as he felt Throttle insert his cockhead. He gave a kind of stifled cry and Throttle moaned out. "Relax, Vincent! Gods, so tight! Relax!!"

"So big. Damn, bro. You're so big!" He could feel sweat beginning to form on his body already.

"Almost past the worst part... Gonna thrust again, bro. Just relax... Let go..." Throttle thrust in further, and Vinnie moaned. But somehow, bit by bit, he took it. Took all of that monster cock Throttle had between his legs. The tan mouse just rested for a moment, caging Vinnie with his body. It would almost be like spooning. Save they were doggy style. And Throttle's cock was balls-deep in Vinnie.

After a moment the pain became a dull throb. And then a kind of...warmth. A nice warmth. It felt good being this full. *Really* good. Vinnie gave an experimental squeeze, one that caused Throttle to moan. "Oh, so you're going to get playful on me, Vincent?" Throttle started to pull out.

"Hey! Wait, bro! I was just-- Woah!" Vinnie had thought that Throttle was going to call it quits, but he had just been pulling back so he could thrust in again. The tan mouth chuckled.

"Serves ya right, motormouth. You deserve a few surprises from time to time." From where Vinnie was, he couldn't agree more. A shock of pleasure went up his spine as Throttle's cock brushed against his prostate.

"Fuck, bro. Fuck... Fuck me. Fuck me! Harder!" The words tumbled out, a mixture of a plea and a command.

"What's the magic word?" Throttle picked up the pace slightly, but Vinnie still wanted more. Wanted everything the musclemouse behind him had to offer.

"Please?" Throttle chuckled and reached around Vinnie's body to play with his hidden nipples.

"Close, but not quite."

Vinnie racked his brain (something hard to do with that cock pounding in and out of his ass). His cock throbbed and dripped precum onto the bedding. What did Throttle want him to say? Then he remembered the little game they had been playing thanks to his costume.

"Please, master. Please pound my ass..."

Throttle leaned in and nipped Vinnie's neck. "Your wish is my command, my sexy genie..."

And then he began to fuck Vinnie. Really fuck him. What they had been doing before was only messing around compared to this. Throttle was build solid, and he seemed to be using every one of his muscles as he plowed in and out of Vinnie's ass. But it wasn't just raw strength. There was technique too. The way he rolled his hips to make sure to stroke everywhere inside Vinnie. The way he would make sure to hit the button of Vinnie's prostate. The way he would vary fast and slow strokes. Sweet Mother Mars, he was seeing stars!

He didn't have a chance to give Throttle any warning. With a loud cry, Vinnie climaxed, the orgasm seeming to start somewhere near the tips of his toes, and carrying on until it seemed like his antennae were vibrating with it too. He had never cum so much in his life! There had to be a gallon of the stuff painting the sheets underneath them.

Throttle howled over him and thrust in hard and deep. And then he could feel something wet and hot and thick start to jet into him. Throttle was filling him with his cum. Throttle was claiming Vinnie's ass as his own. That was the last thought Vinnie had as he blacked out from an excess of pleasure.

As Vinnie gradually came to again, he heard a clock beginning to chime. He was laying against Throttle now, the sheets pulled up over the two of them. Throttle's arm was draped possessively over Vinnie. He smiled and kissed his sleeping bro's cheek.

Part of his mind had started counting the chimes as they sounded. Odd. Thirteen chimes. Must be somebody's idea of a Halloween joke. Or 'trick', rather. That thought made him think back to how this whole incredible evening had started. Vinnie smiled wider and nuzzled against Throttle's chest. Wow, what a Halloween treat!

The End.