Resurrection

Crimson watched Party as they drove back.
He had never been a man that could hide his emotions and she could see the scowl as he rode the engine hard. A grim frown had never suited him and she knew that he was terrified for his brother, furious at BLI and helpless all at the same time. The cool desert air seemed to sing as she ran a hand down his cheek and he exhaled shakily.
“If he gets in trouble we can’t help.”
“He’s got the tracker and he’s smart. Kobra made it in Battery City undetected for months.”
Party knew she was right and liked the feeling of her fingers on his skin, still if felt wrong to have put Kobra in harm’s way. He forced his mind to concentrate as they crossed into Zone 2 and headed onto a back road. Two was more heavily patrolled than most and he didn’t want to run into trouble. It felt like he hadn’t been alone with Crim in forever and now a wicked idea came across his mind.
She glanced as he took another left, heading them off the road that would take them back towards the outer zones and home. There was little out this way, the radiation pockets tended to produce some big ass bugs and interesting mutations but not much else. For a moment she was mystified before a grin crossed her face.
“The Hole.”
“Is it still there?”
Crimson’s hand slid down his neck to his thigh as she shifted closer to him.
“Don’t see why not, nobody knows about it but you and me.”
Party liked the way she kissed his neck, the car swerving as he reached out a hand and dipped it into her shirt. A chain around her neck ended in a small brass key, a key that only the occupants of the car knew the secret of. Not that their friends hadn’t asked, begged, teased and demanded to know, it was just the one thing that Party and Crimson had kept for themselves. Not even Rainbow and Ghoul knew about The Hole.
The desert opened up, the Geiger counters beeping a little as Party headed along a little used track that lead into a crater. Maybe it had been a bomb hole, nobody really knew but nothing much grew there except for a mass of very prickly bushes and a few huge spiders. Crimson grabbed their jackets, leather would be some protection but not much against the thorns. The pain would be worth it.
Party twirled his gun on his fingers and ignored the pain from the bushes against his legs. He counted fifteen paces and kicked at the dirt. Clearly nobody had been here, the dust and sand was thick and it took both of them on hands and knees to finally locate the metal door in the ground. They were now dusty and hot but excited, his lips finding hers as he reached out and pulled the key chain from around her neck. Crimson threw a boulder at a spider that was getting a little too close as he unlocked a panel and slid back the handle. There was a blast of air and Party reached in and flicked on a switch inside the cover.
“Well we still have power.”
Crimson took his hand, kissing him again as she grabbed the rungs and climbed down the ladder that lead down for three or four metres. He followed, closing the hatch behind them and locking it. The air was cool and damp, considering it had been eighteen months since anyone had been there he expected it, pausing to turn on the air conditioning as Crimson reached the bottom.
“Home sweet home.”
The Hole had been a supply depot when they had found it and consisted of three rooms, one now a bathroom with reasonable hot water and a tub, the second a kitchen which was sadly empty apart from some bottles of cola and a very nicely aged bottle of whiskey and the main room. Crimson lit the candles and turned back to him as Party shrugged off his jacket and looked to see if everything was in place.
A huge bed dominated the room, still plush with blankets and pillows, the antique bed had been a real find, metal was what Party had required for his plans and it had taken weeks to get the parts together and assemble it. Now the brass shone in the flickering lights of the candles and illuminated the walls behind and around it. The picture above the bed was his own work, a picture of Crimson asleep that had been her birthday present one year, the other walls held different treasures.
One wall was devoted to restraints and blindfolds of different types from soft silks to metal and chain. Below that was a selection of toys, the amusing haul from a raid on a sexbot factory that had been carried out while under the influence of various illegal substances which still slept in a drawer by the bed. The opposite wall was devoted to whips and flails, paddles and more toys of the slightly more pain inducing variety. There had been a journey of exploration in this tiny desert hole that few would have been all that willing to take. Especially the last wall with its St Andrews cross, another find that Party had crafted from stolen wood.
He watched her for a moment, pouring them both a whiskey as Crimson ran her fingers down the silken ties and then over the more robust medical restraints before reaching the cuffs. She was crowded by memories and knew he was staring at her, the hunger in his eyes was evident and it was fun to make him wait. She leant back against the wall by the bed, her challenge in her smile as he crossed the small room and handed her the glass.
“To us.”
“To life.”
Party grinned, downing the shot and reaching for her in one movement. He took the glass from her hand and Crim shivered, his body now pressed against her as he lifted her chin. The kiss was slow, taking breath from both of them as her hands moved under his shirt and up his back. He was so warm under her fingers, his muscles rippling as a soft moan broke from him and his fingers dropped lower, one hand around her throat.
He knew she loved that, a moan making him smile. Slowly he pulled the shirt over her head before discarding his own. He had never worried about his body when with Crimson, she loved every scar, she knew the story of all of them and kissed them all before finally dropping to her knees to release him.
Now it was Party’s turn to moan, her kisses against his thighs and the sight of her breasts straining at her bra was enough to make him hard and he closed his eyes. Crim always found it amusing that she knelt for only him but he was putty in her hands when it came to this. An act of submission for both of them and she took her time, worshipping his cock with hands and mouth until his knees were shaking. Still he wouldn’t let her up, his grip on her hair was tight although he had turned them both and his back was against the wall. His self control was admirable as always and when he did growl and pull her up, Crimson was breathless and panting with need for him. Party paused, reaching for a silk blindfold that he placed over her eyes as she trembled.
He liked to look at her, standing before him and helpless yet willing to play any game he wanted. He undressed her carefully, lips and fingers ghosting along her skin before guiding her to the bed and pausing.
“Kneel up here for me baby.”
Crimson carefully complied, his hands steadying her. It was an aphrodisiac to wait now, the air conditioning raising goosebumps on her skin and cooling the burning between her legs as she listened to him move around. There could be anything to come, any mix of pleasure and pain that her man desired. He was a complicated, driven man and she knew that the tortured side of him could be violent although he never lost his love for her and would never go too far. The hand on the back of her neck was gentle as he pushed her forward onto hands and knees.
“Remember these?”
“Your favourites Gee, how could I forget?”
He smiled, cuffing her hands with the heavy padded leather and metal restraints. Crimson had been unwilling to use these at first, too many memories of psychiatric wards in the City but he had brought her through that fear and now he could cuff her this way and know that she was still wet for him. Party tested it, probing the damp lips of her pussy until she palm hard against her ass, the sound echoing around the room.
“You were a bad girl, I heard the stories.”
Crimson giggled, knowing he just loved to have an excuse.
“I had a lot of time on my hands and nobody to teach me a lesson.”
“BLI did the world a favour in bringing me back before you got out of hand.”
Party grinned as she stuck her tongue out at him and decided that his bitch had got even more cheeky while he had been away. He picked up the nearest cane, bending it as he enjoyed the view of her pert ass before smacking it hard against her pale skin. Crimson jumped at the pain, a great blossoming sting that was followed by a second harder blow. It was exquisite, the pain tempered by his hand against her wetness and the rough penetration of fingers before he pulled away.
The cane landed twice more, finally eliciting a cry of pain that Party enjoyed. He liked the reddened stripes against her skin and the way she had subconsciously dropped forward onto her forearms, her ass high in the air. His dominant and wild girl that only he could tame and he wondered if he had ever loved her more than at this moment. Crimson was breathing evenly through the pain, her body felt alive at his touch and she wanted more but knew better than to ask. He would give her what she craved but the control was his and his alone.
He replaced the cane and went looking for his other toys, again Crimson listening and trying to guess what might come next before feeling strong hands on her hips. Party pulled her back off the bed until she was standing, still bent over and restrained. She could feel how hard he was, his cock against her thighs as his thumbs ran circles around the forming bruises and he leant forward to pull on her hair. The chill feel of leather around her throat made her smile and Party did the collar up tight, wrapping the chain around his fist before pushing her back down.
Only now did he give her what they both craved, slowly pushing his way into her body and pausing, letting them both take a moment of enjoy being joined together and having this restored to them. The chain was pulled back a little, the other hand grasping Crim’s hip as Party resisted the urge to fuck her into the bed and instead picked up a deep, powerful rhythm that rocked them both. Her hands gripped at the sheets, her breathing limited by the collar that just added to the pleasure of feeling his heat inside her. She moaned his name, his breathy laugh a reward as he increased the pace and pushed her down so that his back was against hers. Party knew all the little tricks of her body and could feel how she pulsed around him as the angle made the friction all the more intense. He let her enjoy it for a while, her moans coming faster and faster until the tenseness in his stomach made him pull away. He let go of the chain, turning her onto her back and pulling her hips back towards him. There was no gentleness or control now and he liked it that way, to watch her face as he pounded her pussy, the blindfold still tight over her eyes until he was certain she could take no more.
“Well?”
His voice was hoarse, not waiting for her reply as he ground his hips into her. Crim could hardly breathe, hardly speak but she knew what he needed her to say to give them both release and whispered the words, her darkened vision seeing nothing but stars.
“Please, please let me cum.”
“Just for me baby, just for me…”
Party bit through his lip as she shuddered, her body racked with a pleasure that was almost as distinct as pain. He couldn’t hold it back, his body reacting to hers and exploding, the rush of feeling causing the air to leave his lungs and he let it out in a long moan that ended with her name and his arms gently pulling them both onto the bed. He removed all the cuffs and blindfold quickly, wanting to hold her until they could both talk again and their bodies had cooled down.
Crimson was at peace, she had missed this feeling of being safe in his arms and wondered again why they couldn’t just stay here and let the rest of the world above kill itself. He left her to rest and wondered into the bathroom. There was a surprising amount of warm water and he yelled at her to join him. Crimson wobbled that way, sinking into the hot water to rest against him.
“I missed you Gee.”
“I know. I’m sorry for all of it and you know that. Now all that matters is ending this.”
She swirled the water with her fingers, listening to his heartbeat.
“I found another bunker in six but the encryption is above my skill. If Jet can break it we may get some new toys. Anything with that much security is usually worth having.”
“We can head there tomorrow, Kobra won’t report for a day or so.”
Crimson nodded absently, Party would never stop worrying until his brother was safe.
She closed her eyes and hoped it wouldn’t mean that he died again or that they never found this peace. Party was consumed with his own thoughts, his love for her and his need to make sure that nothing parted them again.

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