Between Walls of Steel

[Dust]

There was a lot of commotion going on around Dust, a lot more than one man could honestly commit to memory. Except this was Hokori Hoshi aka SW-808. Contractors, they were great at what they did.

Dust’s emotions had flooded him the moment he came to the Omniverse, like you would imagine six years of suppressed basic feelings would crash upon a man whose been ripped from time and space to be some man’s puppet of entertainment. Except, maybe not with the full knowledge of what is going on. He felt a great deal in all his days so far, all of them positive. So far, his experiences were good. Only recently when he lost Hoseki did he experience worry.

Now, as the man in his plastic looking armor bravely walked up to a subject that towered over him with cuffs that may not fit the thinner wrists on a man Dust’s size, there was a disturbance. Dust was unable to express his pain properly when he’d been 15. Captured with so much complacency that matched a lost child by the Russian government, Hokori had been lifted to his feet and pushed in the direction of the car. He went without judgment, with little thought if any. He’d sat down on the hard leather seats of the nicely cared for or new vehicle, blank stares and without feeling. He barely noticed the head had been removed from his lap, sparsely remembered what significance the woman’s expression meant to him. But now his red eyes pierce the armor of the man in front of him as easily has his claws could have.

A warning growl came from his throat at the officer’s approach, one not even he’d known would come out. He was swiftly elbowed by his fellow avenger’s, and quickly put back in place. He was not happy, but Wolf offered his hands just the same, glare set in the stone of his face. The stormtrooper that was tasked with putting cuffs on the largest man of the group didn’t even look up at him. If he did, he’d see a man with defiance flashing through his blood red eyes. Something he hadn’t been able to feel during his first or second time of capture. He held no amount of fear.

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Behind Lycan was a past full of abuse, as the trooper’s pushed his companions into their new homes and locked the doors behind, it was taking enormous amounts of restraint for the contractor to not bash their heads in. For the most part, his scrunched up nose went without notice by all but one person. Angel. She was enraged, and not ready to shut up. Even if her heart thumped crazily by the idea of all these hero’s she knew fact after fact about within arm’s length. She had been too busy freaking out at the black and white situation forced upon her for the time while they were being transported to fangirl, but when he heard the large man suck at his teeth in a very defiant way she had to stop.

Angel’s long blue hair moved as she looked up into the angry face of the usually emotional neutral vision that normally sat on contractor’s faces. She has long since confirmed this was Hokori Owari Hoshi, Star Dust the Russian Werewolf from his stand alone Darker than Black series. She has memorized his body, for cosplay purposes of course. All but one scar on his body matched perfectly with the various posters she had available to hang on her wall for buying all the special editions of his series. “SW-808?” Her voice came out in a whisper, soft and hesitant. And yet, as soon as her word’s left her lips, his eyes snapped to attention on her. Her heart began to flutter faster. “It is you!.” Her voice still hushed, but her excitement uncontainable.

“How do you know that name?” Dust’s Russian accent was fain, much fainter than Jakob’s. It mixed with the Danish in his blood, the Nipon in his tongue...

Angel looked down, blushing. Opening her mouth up to answer, only for the guard to grab her by the hair. She cried out as he began. “D869F, D834K, and DA389!” The guard got rough, yanking at the young girl, irritated that she was not paying attention. Unknown to him, Dust’s blood began to boil over, his claws showing signs of reforming at his fingertips, his mouth full of sharpened teeth snarl as he threatens to snap.

The young woman’s eyes widened fearfully. “COMRADE, NO!” She cried out, reaching for him. Dust’s blazing eyes came back down on her specifically, causing her to almost fall under the weight of his intimidation. She felt her shoe slid from under her and causing her to trip up, but she saw how it did not affect him the way she’d seen it several times in his series. But she got his attention all the same. She didn’t know what to follow up with however, and just followed the guard’s pushing.

The weight of the man they thought the could man-handle through the gate shifted and made itself known as he took a dry step closer to the appointed cell. Dick, D834K according to one of the many people they’ve been paraded in front of today, stepped up behind the larger man. His hand placed on the man’s shoulder. “Easy big guy, it is much wiser to go along with these things.” He tried.

Volk’s eyes narrowed down on the one who yanked Angel’s hair but walked past him and the other men. They would need all of the present to stop Dust if he had any nature in him to be more defiant than just stubborn. He bowed his head finally and followed Angel into the cell, no one pushing him other than the older man’s guiding hand. If he could take down a building by being thrown, on his own he must have scared those around him.

After all three were in the confined space, the bright orange lines stop them from escaping or changing their minds about their agreement of going into the cage on their own accord. Again, it very well would have taken everyone present on that hover disk for them to stop any number of these Primes, but the smug voice that mocked them said none of them understood that fully yet. “Have a nice stay.” He said, laughing with them as they rose higher.

Dick was the only person who seemed to be paying them the respectful attention they demanded. Inside, Angel was being corned against the back wall by Hokori’s mere look. “Who are you?” He asked he demanded. It shook her core.

“Angel, Angel Fisher.”

“That name means nothing to me.” Dust said, bluntly, looking more like his wolf than his man.

“You don’t know me.” Angel stuttered.

“But you know me?”

“I know of you.” Angel said, offering something more than just a back and forth. “I know you are a contractor, that you become a fearsome beast for the price of a kiss.” Dust looked more alarmed than usual about this information, the fact that emotions weighed on his face so freely alarmed her. She tried to look at his chest instead. His.. Naked chest. His arms and legs shook. “And I know that if you don’t make out with someone soon, you're going to be in a bad place.” She said, pointing at his legs. “Look, you can barely stand!” Her voice suddenly grew more bold. The terrified has vanished. “How many kisses have you skipped!?”

Dust’s eyes glance backward at Dick without looking at him. There was a long moment of silence despite the angry banging on one of the cell doors, then he turned back to her. Admitting with honesty. “Too many.”

“I flippin’ bet!” Angel said, sounding more and more like herself. “Now you come over here and we can talk about it after you are taken care of.” She pointed to the bed in the corner, her other hand finding purchase on her hip. She looked very stern and very serious. “Sit.” She demanded.

Dust stood there, then took a long breath through his nose before buckling under her pressure. He moved over to the bottom bunk, the prison-issued springs not strong enough for the likes of the werewolf prime. He struggled between leaning back and looking like a douche, and leaning forward only to look uncomfortable. He decided to just sit forward and hang his tired head, rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyes. She was right, he was on the verge of breaking down, he knew he couldn’t stall that long without repercussion.

Angel nodded triumphantly. “Good boy.” She said, then turned to Dick. She wanted to say something equally as impressive or smart to him, but came up blank. Instead, she just turned hot in the face and ducked off into the bottom bunk with Dust. For a bit, her bravery was put aside as she realized what position she put herself into. It was a bit late to stop and think about things though, wasn’t it? “C’mon. I don’t know what happens when a contractor doesn’t complete his payment, and I don’t want to find out this way.” She said, giving him a soft smack on the bare shoulder. She then swallowed hard before continuing. “It's just a kiss.”

The much taller prime looked up and back at her as she pushed further behind his shadow. Dust looked back at Dick, ashamed of himself, but the older Prime has taken the clues to look away and inspect the device that was ‘holding’ them here.

Ookami sighed, shook his head and tried to ignore how different this felt. He twisted as best he could in the lower bunk, the wimpy springs straining under his weight. He had to curl his back and neck to come closer, hover over her practically. He watched her cautiously as he positioned himself close enough, she seemed nervous despite her demands. Normally - before the Omniverse - he wouldn’t be able to hesitate the way he did. He wouldn’t be able to care the way he did. “You tremble like a child…” He said, not exactly sure of her age.

“I’m fine.” She said, without thinking again, her voice quieter than before. She sat back, against the railing in the head of the bed, looking up at him, hands in her lap, sitting stiffly.

He didn’t believe her, but he had to in order to kiss her like she told him to. He reached up to touch her cheek gently, cup it to hold her in place. She pushed her face into his hand and closed her eyes, striking him with how trusting she was a stranger like him so close. However, Angel sounded like she understood completely what and why it had to happen. Maybe he was just overthinking things.

With the thought of how he should just do as he was told, a familiar thought mind you, he finally leaned down and touched his lips with her’s. Brushing against them, he could already feel relief at the edges of his mind. This is how he imagined drug addicts felt when they finally are able to take a pill or a hit after being too long without their fix. He pressed harder.

He thought he would just be kissing her, but after a moment he felt her pressing her lips to his. Relief pooled towards the base of his skull, the point where the neck and head meet. Every second of her kissing him brought on more and more relaxation to his muscles. Instinctively he twisted his head and wrapped his arm around her, kissing her more passionately. She did nothing to stop him, and he only barely noticed. His fingertips dug into her soft flesh, stroking her shoulder absently.

If anyone timed it, it would have still seemed really long. Kiss after kiss adding up to the payment he owed. When it felt less like an obligation, more like a pleasure, and more empowering to him specifically, he realized he should pull away. He hesitated to do so, but finally was able to will himself out of it. When he did, they were both breathing just slightly heavier. He forced himself to withdraw gently, not wanting to rip himself from her grip when she’d been so helpful.

He noticed the soft blush on her cheeks, reached up to brush it off before realizing it wasn’t that easy. “How do you know me…?” He asked again, whispering so Dick didn’t have to listen.