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Borderlands -Siren Sight-

Written by Leo_Todrius

One planet, one ocean. It was the slogan of Aquator, a jewel of tourism and commerce. The planet had once been a paradise, but providing other planets with water had come at a price. Sea levels were at an all time low and the luxury vacation villas were on a barren sand bar. A warm tropical breeze blew across the white sands, whisking them up onto the pristine white boardwalk that ran between all of the homes, though some of the grains of sand came to a stop as they swirled around a pair of bare feet.

The feet belonged to a man in his mid twenties. His skin had been kissed by Aquator's sun, just enough to five him a faint tan. His legs were long and his body lithe. He wore nothing but a pair of turquoise swimming shorts that followed the curve of his ass and stopped just below his pierced belly button. Even his shapely chest and arms were bare, exposing the complex turquoise tattoos that covered his left shoulder, arm and pectoral. Icy blue eyes gazed out at the barren sands as he reached his tattooed hand up to brush his teal hair out of his eyes... his eyes that were soon glowing.

It had taken Liam years to master Phase Sight, but he had come to see it as the gift of being born a siren - the only male siren yet discovered. Scientists assumed only six could live at any one time and there had been roughly a dozen confirmed so far. In his youth Liam had entertained the notion of traveling to Athenas to visit the Order of the Impending Storm and see the Siren Maya, but by the time he was old enough to travel she had moved on... to Pandora...

The idea of that retched planet filled Liam with disgust and curiosity. The settling of Pandora had cost Aquator a substantial quantity of water, especially as the dust ball of a planet had entered its first summer. The export of water to Pandora had decreased as the planet figured out how to master basic sciences like hydroelectric dams and irrigation, but it was still present. What fascinated Liam the most, however, was Pandora's unnatural connection to the sirens. Commandant Steele, Lilith, Maya, even rumor of a fourth angel... all drawn to the one pathetic planet - though as Liam looked around Aquator, he knew that his own planet was quickly becoming pathetic as well.

Liam gazed out across the sands, expanding the range of his sight to its maximum, spotting an interstellar transport ship siphoning water from the ocean. The transport had seen better days, the hull dinged with asteroid impacts and even what appeared to be graffiti, including a circle with an upside down rounded v in it... The symbol of the vault. Liam took a breath before he started walking towards the transport. It was about time for him to see Pandora and find out what all the fuss was about. ****

Since the fall of Handsome Jack, Sanctuary hadn't been the loudest place. If anything, it seemed the citizens were catching up on years of sleep and rest frittered away in the first place by constant dread and fear. For most the silence was welcome, but for one merchant sitting behind the metal bars of his shop, explosions meant business and the silence was about as far from profit as Marcus could stand.

The grizzled weapons merchant stood at the counter, wiping the blood off of a Tediore E-tech spiker pistol. The hexagonal green petals around the barrel pulsed with energy as he cleansed it of any dirt and grime, making it look like new. Marcus let out a weary sigh before he heard someone coming down the stairs into his shop. He set the gun aside and flashed his largest smile, his metal filling glinting in the light.

"Ah, excellent, another valued customer! Come in, don't be shy. Have a look around. Maybe I got something for you, eh? If I can't find you what you need, it can't be found on Pandora." Marcus said with his thick accent, watching the shapely legs move down the steps, "And I don't think anything on this planet can compare to you, my lovely little-" Marcus froze as Liam came down the steps far enough to see the rest of him. Marcus grimaced, realizing his new customer was not a beautiful woman but rather a beautiful man. He cleared his throat, "You must be new here." Marcus said.

"How could you tell?" Liam asked.

"You look like a truxican wrestler getting ready for a swim... Don't get me wrong, not a bad thing in the slightest. There are many on Pandora that would love a piece of eye candy, just make sure they don't get too close, eh?" Marcus chuckled.

"I hear you're the man to come to when it comes to weaponry?" Liam asked, getting down to business.

"In a world of no guarantees, you can always count on Marcus guns! What are you interested in? SMG's, assault riffles, rocket launchers? You have money, yes?" Marcus said, eyeing the man over. If not for the siren tattoos, he would have assumed the man didn't even have enough money for clothing.

"Money is not an issue... I want weapons with long range, something that holds up. Sniper riffles, pistols with scopes, things like that." Liam replied.

"Well then, I don't advise Torgue. Their gyrojet bullets drop like a Zaford after a keg of Rakk Ale." Marcus said, lifting up the E-tech gun, "This, on the other hand... very special, very rare, veeeery expensive. The spikes have a delay, but the damage they do is a beautiful sight." Marcus said.

"I'll take two." Liam said with a slight smirk.

"I'm always happy to take your money, but two words my friend: no refunds." Marcus said with a sly grin. ****

The sound of battle echoed across the hills, bullets flying in every direction. Muscled marauders dodged around cover and shot at the intruder, the blue eyes of their red cloth hoods glowing in contrast to the salmon pink sunset. Their thick navy blue coats seemed a terrible idea in the heat of the desert, but the fevered madness had served them well so far.

"Vault Hunters not welcome! Come on out, bitch, Shotty wants to say hi!" A marauder shouted with glee as he closed in on the unseen assailant. The air whistled before there was a slight thud in his chest. The marauder looked down, seeing three green darts that had stuck into his chest. He reached up for them, but before his hand reached them they exploded.

The marauder's lifeless body spun as it fell to the ground, the contents of his pockets spilling out as he crumpled. His shoddy bandit shotgun clattered to the ground, but so did a small rectangular device. Across the rocky clearing, Liam moved out from his cover, looking around. Silence had fallen with the last of his enemies... but it never hurt to be sure.

Liam's eyes began to glow as he used his phase sight, scanning the battle field. He peered through the rocky outcroppings, through the wood shacks, past the chests and metal cases that littered the area. The bandits had been taken care of. Liam blinked, letting his vision return to normal as he moved out from his cover. He'd taken on a sea blue vest and sky blue pants that showed off his assets. He moved with fluid and graceful strides through the bodies of his victims. It had taken him a while to get used to looting the dead, but after his trip to see where Commandant Steele had died, it was clear that there was no other way to survive.

After replenishing his ammunition reserves, Liam came to the body of the last marauder he had killed. He knelt down, picking up the strange black metal and plastic device. The screen flickered to life, showing three alternating yellow and red panels, the last flashing with the vault emblem. As Liam pulled the two sides apart, tiny scanning reticules were exposed that scanned Liam's body.

The screens on the device soon showed Liam from several angles, but the digital image looked different... quite different. The simulated Liam's teal hair was spiked up, earrings dangling from his ears. He wore a black choker necklace, a red leather harness and tight leather pants with spike toed boots. Liam was rather shocked by the image, though it was somewhat appealing.

As the siren's manhood started to harden, he closed the console and returned it to its dormant state, flipping it over. A small metal plate indicated that it was a Bandit skin. Liam had used a changing booth in Sanctuary to get his current clothes. He assumed that the skin was for use with such devices. It was an interesting find, but it wasn't time for him to be worried about fashion. He had a mission to do. He had to find out what had happened to the second fallen siren.

Liam placed the skin against his hip, the metal tablet dissolving into green and blue light as it was digistructed into his inventory. Liam brought his pistol back up and moved out through the rocks on his eternal quest. He moved past a Hyperion New-U console, the mechanism sliding up from the ground as the panels popped open, the teal eye scanning Liam's genetic structure to keep on file, the four digistruct emitters standing by on either side of the eye. Liam had gotten so used to them he hardly noticed anymore, though it was good to know that he had a fallback if he managed to get himself killed.

The heavens shifted from orange to pink and eventually violet as night spread. It was enough to give Liam pause. Pandora was dangerous when all enemies could be seen. Traveling at night could be a death sentence, presuming one didn't know what they were up against. The siren's irises began to glimmer as he gazed into the distance, his phase sight carrying his perception far beyond normal.

Liam peered across Thousand Cuts, checking out the numerous camps full of muscle bound bandits and the waiting garrisons of Hyperion loaders and Constructors. It was one of the densest regions of enemies he had come across, but it all seemed focused on the megalithic tower like structure... the bunker. Liam could see the spiraling path moving up the pinnacle, interspersed with barriers and turrets to dissuade the half hearted. It would have taken a grizzled veteran to make it past all the defenses... at least the conventional way.

Having grown up on an ocean planet, Liam understood how water worked... Go with the flow, the path of least resistance. Sometimes being indirect was the best strategy, something that everyone on Pandora seemed incapable of considering. If Liam wanted to uncover the mystery of his siren sisters he would have to reach the bunker, but he wasn't going to just walk up and knock on the front door. He was going to find himself another way. With a smile on his lips, Liam started making his way around the periphery of Thousand Cuts, heading for the back of the rocky spire. ****

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A soft wind whistled across the sheer rock face, blowing the dust out of the way as dirty fingers slipped over the edge, getting a grip before hoisting. Liam had been free climbing for hours, moving from hand hold to outcropping to rocky nook. His phase sight had come in handy but he had exhausted his ability and had to let it rest. Liam's teal whipped about in the wind as he tugged his own body upwards once more, finding a larger ledge than he had expected.

The siren peered up and saw the halo like outlines of the bunker garrison high above still. He had only made it two thirds of the way... but if he had reached a large enough ledge, he could rest and recover his stamina. Liam worked his foot into a small crevice long enough to hoist upwards, climbing up onto the ledge more. His head slipped over, then one shoulder, then his chest.

Liam moved like a seal beaching himself onto the rock, no longer graceful or refined. He slid onto the rock and collapsed, finally able to rest his entire body in one place. He panted, his breath blowing dust back and forth as he recovered before turning his head... and pausing. Liam looked around in awe, shocked by what he had stumbled across. His icy blue eyes traced along the grayish purple stone and the faint pulsating veins of eridium that ran through it, forming a vaguely square opening to a cave.

Despite his fatigue, Liam pushed himself up, stumbling to his feet. He moved over and rested his hand on the stone, feeling a slight pulse of cool energy beneath his fingers. He closed his eyes and murmured gently before they opened, glowing for an instant. Liam got a brief flash of a network of cave tunnels that ran through the spire, some artificial and others natural... but as soon as it started, the vision faded again.

Liam groaned, feeling light headed. He still needed to rest, but his curiosity was too great. The siren moved through the stone archway, heading deeper into the cave. Most of the rock walls were simple rock, but every so often a stray cube of the eridium laced stone would jut out. Even the floor of the tunnel seemed paved with it. Liam walked along deeper and deeper into the cave, coming around a corner before he stopped in confusion.

Anchored in the cave floor was a rather simplistic looking antenna. The casing was yellow and black, Hyperion colors, but it looked rusted and far less sophisticated. Cables spiraled up around the inner core of the antenna and the tip was illuminated red... at least until Liam took another step. The red light turned green as the antenna tapped into Liam's echo. Instead of the customary teal icon, a simple white vault symbol flashed on his screen to indicate his genes had been uploaded.

"A New-U station?" Liam asked in surprise, moving over to rest his hand on the antenna. He had been used to the fully functioning stations that unfolded and showed their emitters. Liam wasn't even sure how the antenna could restore his body, but his echo had acted as if it was just another point of return for him. Liam looked around, realizing if he died he would be brought back to the cave rather than back in Thousand Cuts. Wherever this was, it seemed to be his new base camp.

The siren took one last look at the old Hyperion Antenna before he continued down the tunnel, following it to where the path opened up into a larger cave. The rock path was interrupted by a cascading waterfall and underground creek, an improvised bridge spanning the river to the other side. Liam found it rather charming... and a source of drinking water never hurt either. He moved over and crouched down, reaching out to collect water in his hand before sipping at it.

From above, two eyes watched Liam drink with great interest, peering out from behind an ancient stone mask. The mask was roughly human sized, but it had a far more alien origin. The stone had large tilted oval eye holes and sunken cheeks, no nose to speak of and a smooth curved edge covering the mouth. It was the mask of an Eridian Guardian, though it was strapped onto the head of a human.

The figure crouched on a slab of rock jutting out above the walkway, his hands resting between his bare feet. Aside from the mask he wore only a spiked collar and a Rakk leather cod piece stretched to its limit, the black material glistening with moisture from the water fall. The man's body was lithe and flexible, though his arms were shapely and thick with muscle. Thick metal rings hung from the man's nipples, small metal spikes sliding around on the rings. The man tilted his head sideways, watching Liam.

"Mommy?" he whispered to himself before realizing that Liam lacked certain features necessary for that distinction, "No, boy... Not mommy. Must be new daddy!" he said before he lunged from his position like some sort of humanoid frog. Liam was caught off guard as the hundred and ten pounds of man hit him, knocking him back. Liam grunted, reaching for his gun as he soon had leather clad crotch rubbing against his face. The stranger gave him a few humps before he rolled back and sat on Liam's lap.

Liam was stunned, but even more so as the stranger lifted his mask enough to reveal his lips, grabbed Liam by the collar and pulled him up into a kiss. Liam's resistance failed instantly as he felt another man's lips working against his. Liam was shocked at how rough and cracked the stranger's lips were and the alien feeling of metal rings against his lips, but he knew what to do with that tongue.

The siren returned the kiss without resistance, their lips melding tightly, saliva swapping between the two mouths. Tongues wrestled, they explored each other's mouths before finally the stranger pulled back, a string of saliva connecting their mouths. The man lifted his mask up the rest of the way, revealing the youthful face of an eighteen year old with sweat soaked brown hair that was combed up and away from his forehead and over the curve of his skull, shaved clean on the sides. In addition to the two silver rings in his lower lip, there was one silver ring around each nostril.

"I'm Eames... I have three balls." The stranger said with a smile. Liam sat there for a moment, thinking of that introduction... and the muscled man on his lap... and how it was the single most enjoyable thing that had happened to him since arriving on Pandora. Liam licked the saliva from his lips, panting gently.

"I'm... Liam. I see things..." Liam murmured back. Eames grinned and caressed Liam's cheek.

"You're nice, I like you. Want some food?" Eames asked.

"I... sure, that'd be great." Liam said in surprise. Eames grinned brightly before he sprung to his feet and bounded down the pathway. He ducked down under some metal scrap and broken neon signs, turning on a Jakobs hot plate before he cracked some Rakk eggs into a crimson lance helmet he was using as a cooking pan, though he soon added a few dashes of what looked like spices before he pulled out a can of Atlas Engorge. He popped the top and began drizzling the contents into the pan to mix with the eggs.

Liam moved past the creek and into the smaller cave, peering around. There were Hyperion crates, tools, a generator, even a stock pile of ammunition. There also was a large collection of warning signs bolted to the walls, ranging from 'safety first' to thresher signs to skag crossings. With the exception of the signs, it certainly seemed like every other home on Pandora... except that it was in a cave half way up a mountainous spire with no conventional way to access it. Liam looked down at some magazines and reached for them, though he soon heard a fluttering. Liam turned just in time to see the sunlight from outside blotted out as a screech of rakk came.

As the siren reached for his firearm, the air echoed with the sound of gun fire. The rakk hissed and fluttered back out with a few new holes in its wings. Liam turned and looked, seeing Eames with a helmet of eggs in one hand and an old orange Vladof machine pistol in the other, a sharp blade curving down from the muzzle. Eames smiled brightly.

"Eggs are done!" he said. Liam looked at the gun and reminded himself that it was a part of every day life on the rugged planet.

"So is this your home?" Liam asked, moving to sit down. Eames nodded, dropping two spoons into the helmet.

"Yeah. I tried getting to slab town but they were just like the bandits back home... Too dumb and crazy to appreciate life." Eames said, taking a spoon full of eggs. Liam dug in and did the same, bringing the eggs to his mouth. They were a bit creamy and quite salty, though the unexpected musk was a nice touch... It also reminded him how hungry he was.

"Where did you live before?" Liam asked with a full mouth. Eames took another bite as he considered.

"I lived with my mother out in the Arid Nexus by what used to be Skag Gully before it got flooded with slag, but when she mutated into a hideous beast that could shoot lasers out of her eyes I thought it was time to move on." Eames said simply.

"Is that... um... where your third ball came from?" Liam asked. Eames laughed at that with a wide grin.

"Don't be silly, I got that from my dad." Eames said, scooping several bites of eggs into his mouth at one time before he looked at Liam.

"What about you? Did you come here to see me?" he asked hopefully. Liam shifted a bit.

"I am really happy I met you, but I came here to find out about the Siren that was here." Liam admitted. Eames suddenly looked sad.

"She was nice... I liked her." He said gently.

"Do you know how to get where she was?" Liam asked. Eames shook his head.

"She tried to guide me to her a couple times, but I kept dying... And then it was such a long climb up. I brought that New U pole from the scrap yards to make the trip shorter but I couldn't make it... But we talked to each other on the Echo." Eames said, hoping he wasn't disappointing his guest.

"Well... I can appreciate the cause for that, that's a very long... climb..." Liam muttered, pausing as he felt his manhood snaking its way down his leg, swelling and throbbing in time with his heart. His pants tightened, barely having any room for the erection as it grew and grew. Liam looked down at it in shock before Eames reached out, running a hand back and forth over the bulge.

"Very long..." Eames whispered before he set the eggs aside and crouched down between Liam's legs, moving to nuzzle the bulge. Liam groaned sharply, not resisting. Eames unzipped the siren's pants and reached in, curling his calloused, dirty fingers around the clean, hard cock. Eames panted as he got the cock free and felt it in his hands. The engorge was working, stretching Liam's manhood to new lengths, pushing past eight inches to ten and then eleven.

Liam said nothing, watching as Eames opened his mouth and began to lick at the cock. Eames' saliva was thick as he slathered up and down the length before he closed his mouth around the head, sucking and bobbing before lowering down deeper. Liam tangled his fingers in the boy's hair, holding his head close. Eames moved his head up and down, sucking harder and taking in more. He soon relaxed his throat and took Liam down all the way.

As the siren felt his cock engulfed in a hot, pulsating throat, he tipped his head back and grunted sharply. Eames moved up and down, using his throat as a fuck sleeve, bringing his new friend as much pleasure as possible. Liam tried to hold on, but it had been so long since he had a good lay that he soon shuddered and let loose his load. Eames smiled ear to ear as he guzzled the sperm down, licking Liam clean until there wasn't a drop left. At last Eames pulled back with a grin.

"You taste like water!" he giggled.

"I did come from a water world." Liam said, moving to lie back on the floor, feeling quite groggy in his after glow. Eames tilted his head, watching Liam for a moment.

"You should go to sleep, you climbed a long way." Eames said. Liam hesitated.

"I should help you clean up or... something." Liam said, though it was quite true that he was exhausted. Eames lifted the helmet of eggs and gulped down the last before he ran his tongue all over the interior surface and then showed it to Liam.

"See, all clean." He smirked, "I have to go do chores." Eames said, springing to his feet and bounding away. Liam gave the stranger one last glance before he let his eyes slip shut. He was simply too tired to do anymore. Eames watched Liam fall asleep for a long moment before he scurried back along the path, padding across the metal bridge, approaching the old New-U pole.

Eames reached down and pulled his Echo unit off of the strap of his cod piece, slipped open a small panel and pulled out an uplink cable. It was easy enough to pop the cable into one of the waiting ports on the Hyperion pole. The echo screen shimmered green for a moment as it interfaced.

"Willow tree software activated. Reminder: Hyperion does not approve of this illegal software." The automated voice stated.

"I know, I know... Show me the genetic save data." Eames whispered. The air flickered above the echo unit as a holographic readout loaded, one showing Eames and one showing Liam. Eames opened Liam's files and started sifting through the data before he checked his inventory. Liam's attention was drawn to the bandit skin pack Liam had picked up.

With careful fingers, Eames started to rewrite the code, setting the skin as Liam's default appearance as far as the pole was concerned, but that wasn't enough. Eames wanted to make Liam even happier to stay. He opened up the advanced settings and started flipping through the options, rewriting code, grinning wider and wider as he worked, licking his lips with anticipation.

"There, now I'm not the only one with three balls..." he whispered, reaching down to grope himself before he glanced over his shoulder. The only downside was that Liam would have to die for the changes to take effect, but if he was trying to get to the command core where the siren had been kept, that wasn't going to be a problem... he just needed a little push in the right direction. ****

Liam groaned gently as he started to return to consciousness. He felt like he'd slept on a rock, but as he sat up slowly he realized that he had. He looked down and saw his cock lying across his leg, still fatter than usual but soft. Then Liam remembered where he was, what had happened. He looked around in shock and fear, realizing he had fallen asleep with a crazy man... but he still had all his toes, all his fingers, all his organs. He checked his inventory with his heads up display and found nothing missing. It seemed that Eames had turned out to be a fairly good host after all.

"You're up, yay!" Eames smiled from where he sat cross legged on a crate, taking a screw driver to a grenade modification.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be so boring... Come to your house; pass out on your floor." Liam replied.

"You forgot the part where you let me drink your man seed." Eames said happily.

"I did at that, a mistake I won't make again. So... you had plenty to do while I was asleep?" Liam asked. Eames nodded.

"I know you want to get to the command core so I loaded all the information I had about the way there to your echo... and I knew you'd need some help getting there, so I decided to fix up this Tesla grenade. I boosted the damage significantly, though the fuse is a little shoddy." Eames said.

"You really are going to help me get in there? Thank you so much..." Liam whispered. Eames smiled.

"I'll help you try, as many times as it takes to get the objective." Eames replied. Liam leaned over and kissed the bandit boy's cheek in appreciation. Eames merely smiled, thinking of how glorious Liam could become. ****

The ductwork running through the command core was tight and complex, but even more than that it was highly secured; laser grids, electrified panels, spinning blades. It seemed that Handsome Jack had wanted to protect his investment from the outside world - but still needed to provide the facility with air. Liam was thankful for Eames' directions, though it seemed at times to neglect certain details. No doubt that was why Eames had so many problems on his attempts.

Liam hoisted himself up and over the last sensor before kicking the grating in, jumping down onto a metal grill. He seemed to be in a narrow hallway, but the amount of cabling and tubing seemed to indicate that he was in the walls of the facility rather than the points designed for human access. Liam brought his gun up and started moving forward, ducking under low pipes and stepping over tall cable bundles, but as he tried to navigate through both, he heard a slight chirping of a sensor being disrupted. Liam's eyes closed for a moment in realization of what he did.

Two panels slipped open, one in front of him and one behind him, as blue energy began spilling out into the narrow corridor. The metallic legs of two loaders were building up on either side of him. Liam opened fire, trying to hit the incomplete loaders and the emitters they were coming from, but it was no use. Every bit of damage was repaired as they were built up, holograms for various elemental symbols appearing around them as they were constructed.

As the digistructing reached the shoulders, the shoulders widened significantly as an arsenal of weaponry was added to each. Liam's heart sank. They were ware loaders. The siren gave up trying to fight them and began running, trying to duck under the arm, but before he could reach them, the loader finished building. A metal arm came down and struck him in the chest, knocking him back. Liam's lithe, thin body arched through the air, landing roughly between the two.

"Murderer detected. Lethal force authorized." One of the loaders uttered in a deeply mechanical voice.

"Increasing aggression." The other parroted back before they both opened fire. Liam rolled onto his hands and knees to get up, watching his shield drop like a lead balloon. The air around him fizzled as the shield collapsed... and then he felt it, the bullets hitting him. Hot searing penetrations, pain so intense his body started to numb as blood splattered out from his wounds. Liam staggered to his feet, being buffeted back and forth, but he wasn't going down without a fight. He opened fire, his own bullets launching out.

"Ouch. Nonono. Stop. Hey. Medic." The loader chirped, refocusing its fire. The injuries grew more severe as Liam felt his major organs impacted. It was not a fight he was going to win. He staggered gently before he fell forward onto his knees and then crumpled to the ground, his body a seething mass of heat and pain.

"Mission success." The loader behind Liam muttered. Liam felt the metal digging into his cheek for a moment, but all sensation started to fade as the life drained out of him. He was dying, he was slipping away, but before it was all gone... the process started. His body tingled as if he had stuck his tongue into a light socket, and then it began to deconstruct. His shirt and chest began dissolving into digital data, the blue and white light spreading outward.

As Liam's body came apart, the pain disappeared. The loaders seemed uninterested as their target eroded into nothing but light. As the last vestiges of Liam's body dissolved, he felt his essence funneled through a data stream, a proverbial tunnel of digital light. Some said it was the soul attempting to return to the new body, others said it was merely an impulse of the reconstruction process. Liam felt that he would never get used to it... especially given how much it felt like the great light after death.

Back near the waterfall, the old Hyperion New-U station snapped to life. The green lights turned blue as it began its work. Liam's save data was loaded and his body began the reconstruction... but not as he remembered. The ground fizzled as large, black boots began to form, built from the ground up. Block by block of the leather came into existence, building up around larger, broader feet. The flesh inside the boots was tougher, more seasoned than Liam's had been before. Long metal spikes pushed out from the toes of the boots, making them look far more menacing.

The digistructing continued, moving upwards. Strong, powerful legs formed beneath tight black leather pants, creeping upward past the knees and the thighs, forming the hips before the energy moved in on the groin... and the most profound changes. As Liam's hips solidified, they too had changed. No longer did he have the slight, effeminate waist of an Aquator male. His hips were straight, his ass cheeks muscled, his waist broad. It was quite a difference, but nothing compared to his groin.

Inside the rounded pouch of the leather pants, Liam's own pouch formed. The skin of his balls built out and around before his testicles formed - one, then another, then a third. The three large spheres of masculinity were tucked tight in the sack, each connected to the rest of his body. The blue and white energy fizzled above the groin as his manhood formed, a long curving cock draped over his plump balls. It had to be eight inches completely limp... and a glistening silver ring appeared at the tip, anchored through the flesh.

The digistructing continued to creep upwards, rebuilding his body to the designs loaded into the New-U pole. His abdomen was packed tight with muscle, his pectorals were thick and meaty, his ribs wide and his shoulders broader. A metal ring fizzled into existence between Liam's pecs before long, red leather straps looped around his ribs and shoulders, lacing up in the back on another ring. His nipples seemed wider, thicker and longer than before, weighed down by two heavy rings, each with a single dangling spike.

From his shoulders, two huge arms started to form. The biceps and triceps rivaled any badass psycho, though Liam's swirling turquoise tattoos remained the same - all be it larger. The digistructing moved down into his fingers, each long and thick... Even his fingernails had been altered in the file, painted turquoise and stretched into short pointed tips. The fingers flexed from the energy in the pole as his weapon formed in his hands, rebuilt in the same manner his body was, even before the machine went to work on his head.

A wide, strong neck formed upwards from the shoulders before the energy spread out to build Liam's skull. His jaw line seemed a bit more rugged as it appeared, his face quite similar to before... only a touch more masculine. As his chin fully formed, teal hair grew out from the chin, hanging down a few inches into a goatee. Liam's mouth formed next, his lips just as soft and moist as before, but now adorned with a silver ring on each side of his lower lip.

The siren's upper lip formed next, and above that a split teal mustache on either side of his nose. Liam's ears formed with earrings in them, the tips of his ears slightly pointed... and then the shag of his teal hair came next, wilder than before. The energy closed in on the top of his head before the pole snapped off, having completed its work. Liam stood before the pole, taking in an instinctive gasp for air as he lifted his gun.

It took a moment for everything to reconnect, but soon Liam let out a deep moan. His body felt powerful, rugged, masculine, dangerous and lusty. Vastly higher amounts of testosterone pumped through his body. His nipples were erect, his muscles massaged by his clothing... and soon his cock began to harden, slipping down the leg of his pants like a massive sand worm. Liam groaned and reached down to grope himself, but when his changed hand touched his leather pants, it all clicked into place.

"EAMES!" Liam shouted, looking around. There was a moan from above and then the sound of something splattering on the ground. Liam looked up to see Eames on his perch, having masturbated to Liam's digistructing. Liam bore his sharper than normal teeth before a feral grin crossed his lips, "Did you do this?" Liam asked. Eames nodded, panting softly, covered in a sheen of sweat.

"Sorry..." he whispered. Liam shook his head.

"No you're not... Now get down here." Liam said. Eames obediently dropped down onto his feet and moved over, his shoulders hunched and his head lowered. He came to a stop in front of Liam, expecting to be chastised. Liam reached out with his clawed hand, tangling his fingers in Eames' brown hair, forcing him into a kiss. To Liam's surprise, Eames now had to lean up to kiss Liam. He was taller as well.

Their lips came together tightly, their snake bite piercings clattering as they kissed. Their tongues tangled more furiously than before and Liam felt the power of his muscles. He pushed Eames back against the pole, pinning him in place as he started to hump and grind against him. Liam broke the kiss and moved to nip at Eames' neck, biting and sucking the flesh. Eames called out in delight, drooling a bit.

"I... I didn't change your mind, you like this?" Eames panted.

"You changed my body... You didn't have to change my mind. I feel so fucking powerful, so horny..." Liam moaned. Eames shivered in delight.

"Like any bandit lord should... Fuck me like the king you are." Eames moaned, turning around to expose his naked ass, hugging the Hyperion pole. Liam let out a guttural groan of delight before he tugged at his zipper and withdrew his achingly hard, massive pierced cock. He brought it to Eames' ass cheeks, sliding it up and down between, the muscled cheeks squeezing the siren's precum out. The pre dribbled down and slicked Eames' ass a bit. It was the only lubrication he would get.

With a skilled tilt of his hips, Liam brought his cock down and plunged it into Eames ass, spearing into him. Eames body shook forward and back with each thrust of the siren behind him, his young body looking even younger in comparison. After Liam's change, Eames looked like a boy being mounted by a man... just as Eames had wanted. Liam reached around Eames with both hands, one wrapping around the bandit's cock and the other latching onto a nipple ring. Liam started to tug both mercilessly, causing Eames to cry out in bliss.

While Liam had been experienced with sex before coming to Pandora, it was a lot different with his new body. He was more forceful, more selfish, more crude and rough... but he was still a siren, a siren with a gift. His eyes began to glimmer as he focused on Eames, looking into his body. With his power turned entirely onto one target, he could see everything inside of him. Liam could see his cock in Eames' ass, the man's prostate, his nerve endings... especially the nerve endings he wanted to target.

Liam's thrusting shifted as he started to target Eames' most sensitive points, hitting g-spots like critical hits. Eames thrashed and screamed out in bliss as wave after wave of pleasure rocked his body. Soon he wasn't able to hold back before he was spraying his cum all over the cave floor, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. The pleasure was so intense that the bandit prince started to collapse, but Liam wasn't done yet.

The siren let go of Eames' cock and wrapped his arms around his waist, holding him up. Liam focused back to pleasuring himself and fucked Eames' ass raw, sliding in and out before he tipped his head back and growled in lust. A surprisingly large, thick, hot load of sperm erupted out of his huge cock, pumping deep into Eames, filling him steadily before the load finally subsided.

Liam staggered back from the pole before he flopped onto the metal bridge, lying with Eames on top of him. Eames was as limp as a rag doll, sexually exhausted with a euphoric look on his face. Liam simply enjoyed the after glow, one large hand draped over the side of the bridge to dangle in the creek. Life was good... and with his tougher body it might be even easier to get to the command core. ****

Silence pervaded the Hyperion facility. It was an asset that no longer had any function... at least for the moment. The company was scrambling to regroup its assets, to recovery from the machinations of Jack... and so the command core had been left on automatic defense mode. The long silence came to an end as a chunk of the wall exploded, allowing Liam to lunge through into the wide open, circular room... a room that had seen its fair share of damage. The floor was covered in debris - broken loaders, bullet casing, puddles of slag and pipes, even dried blood... It was clear he had made it to the right place.

Sensing an intruder, turrets opened up along the floor while Loaders began charging into the room. Liam's focus was split. He'd made it past the outer defenses, he'd made it to the core, he'd gotten to his target, to find out what had happened. Liam opened fire and started cutting into the loaders, finding the recoil much easier to handle with extra muscle. Liam made his way over to a computer console and activated the interface, using his phase sight to see which buttons had been used most.

Entering the right codes, Liam began transferring the files to his echo... but his shields were dropping again. Liam pulled out a grenade and went to toss it, but before it had even left his hand it exploded. Electricity arced across his shield before it collapsed. Liam twitched a bit as the last of the electricity danced through his muscles. Liam's lips curled into a snarl.

"Eames, you bastard... You were trying to get me killed before." Liam muttered to himself, ducking behind cover. He had to admit, he was delighted with how his body had turned out, but he was trying to accomplish an objective. Liam watched the file transfer on his screen. He just had to stay alive long enough to complete the transfer, the echo data could survive a digistructing. Normally it would have been a great time to lob grenades from cover but the grenades he had were faulty.

Liam started crawling around behind the cover, trying to avoid the loaders hunting for him. Explosions riddled the wall above him but he was just below the radius of the damage. Liam ducked down under a broken pipe and continued forward, but as his hand came down into the slag, a bolt of energy ripped through him. Liam gasped sharply as his tattoos started to glow, pulsing with light.

It was as if his body was absorbing the eridium from the slag, powering up from it. Liam's phase sight kicked in stronger than before. He saw through the command core, he saw Eames at the Hyperion pole, Thousand Cuts, the highlands, soon he saw all of Pandora and the stars beyond. Liam groaned sharply as his muscles tightened and his cock went rigid. The power was undeniable... and he wanted more.

Liam leaned down, cupping the slag in his hands, bringing it up. He tipped it back and drank the rough slurry, feeling it energize him from within. His body nearly started to glow as he stood up, ready to inflict his wrath on the loaders... at least until a carefully placed bullet cut right through him. Liam coughed and sputtered, blood and slag leaking from the corner of his mouth before he collapsed again. It only took a moment before his body started to deconstruct, the data transmitted back through the rock to the Hyperion pole.

Eames squeaked in surprise and backed up, his echo still plugged into the New-U station. He watched as Liam's boots formed with their spikes, his strong legs, his firm ass... but it seemed that the bandit prince had made more modifications. Liam's leather pants had a dedicated pouch to hold his enormous package, his muscles were even larger and his leather harness had spikes on it over the shoulder blades. Liam also had leather cuffs around his wrists, his right cuff with a thick D-ring to hook a leash to.

The blue and white light washed up Liam's neck before forming his jaw, but the jaw was dominated by teal facial hair. The goatee was much wider and thicker, curving out away from his jaw, dropping down four inches, six, eight, then ten. It was a curved beard forming into a pointed tip, rough and thick and luxurious. Liam's split mustache came down on either side of his lips, hanging down past his chin as well... both details visible beneath the edge of a modified psycho mask that started to form.

The upper portion of the psycho mask was largely unchanged. Orange glowing eyes peered out from behind the white plastic with the silver vault arch emblazoned on it, but another arch had been cut out of the mask. The mouth piece was gone, as was everything below the nose, making enough room for Liam's mighty teal beard to be visible. The leather straps digistructed under his messy hair and as the mask finished forming; two curved horns lifted up from the temples of the mask, making Liam look even more demonic.

Eames shuddered and groaned as cum started soaking through his cod piece as he looked at his creation. The New-U station snapped off and Liam stood there, adjusting to his new body once more. He turned, looking at Eames before he bore his fangs, lunging to grab the bandit boy and kiss him fiercely. Eames molded his body to Liam's, humping and grinding with mad, insane lust.

Liam sucked and even nipped at Eames' tongue, growling even louder as Eames reached up to pet his beard. It was as if the bandit prince was worshipping his masculinity and Liam liked that very much. He tilted his head and kissed Eames possessively before he broke the kiss, gazing at him through the camera eyes of the mask. Eames panted, looking up at his master with desire.

"Did you get everything you wanted?" Eames whispered. Liam paused, checking his Echo. The file transfer had been cut off at ninety three percent.

"Close enough... I have what I need to continue my search, though I'm not so sure about staying here. It's pretty nice, but we deserve more... We deserve somewhere special. I think it's time we head to the Arid Nexus, reclaim your heritage." Liam whispered. Eames' eyes widened.

"But... But Willow Tree, the mod... It won't work with the mark two Hyperion stations." Eames whispered. Liam reached out and caressed Eames' cheek.

"Do you think you need to improve me any more love?" Liam whispered. Eames seemed reassured before he shook his head.

"The sight of the siren I behold is the only sight I ever want to see..." Eames said.

"Then we'll travel to the Arid Nexus; reclaim Skag Gully... in the name of the Siren King and Ten Toes... Who both have three balls." Liam grinned. Eames practically melted in his arms, leaning in to kiss him. Liam returned the kiss, slurping their tongues together messily as their lip rings blushed. It was good to be a bandit king.