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Subject 101. Part Four

Reply to Shelly and Sherri

Posted to the Roswell Slash list October 11, 2000

TITLE: Subject 101
AUTHOR: Shelly and Sherri
RATING: R
EMAIL: qemeraldus@aol.com
DISCLAIMER: Roswell characters don't belong to us; any other characters do...
FEEDBACK: thrive on it, makes us write more...LOL
AUTHORS NOTE: This is an Alternate Universe story so we're basically making up our history as it goes along. ALSO this story will feature GRAPHIC m/m sex, with a few non-consensual scenes thrown in. If you don't like that kind of stuff, then please don't read it. Chapters that contain graphic sex will be rated NC17.



Domino's limo took them to the upper east side, to a part of town that Max had only glimpsed through the window of a city bus, stopping at the curb of a luxurious high rise apartment building. There was even a red-coated doorman to come and open the door to the limo, greeting Domino with the same obsequious politeness that he would a member of a corporate board. Walking through the lobby with Domino's hand on his arm, Max felt dirty and grubby, certain that every eye was on him, condemning him.

It was somewhat of a relief to step into the elevator, even though he knew where it would take him, and Max pressed himself into one corner, trying to make himself as small as possible. Thankfully Domino was too preoccupied with speaking to someone over his cell phone to bother with him and once the doors slid open onto Domino's penthouse, Max stepped slowly out, Domino giving him a not too gentle push towards the front door as he laughed at something the person on the other line said.

The door opened for them and Max flinched back to see Cyrus standing there, the white skin of shaven head gleaming in the light, the grim set of thin features melting into a predatory grin at seeing Max. He ran a pink tongue over his lips and Max shivered, shying back from his touch. Anyone on the street knew Cyrus and knew to avoid him. Not very many were lucky enough to survive a first time with him more or less intact...

The clamp of Domino's hand on his shoulder prevented Max's retreat. "Clean him up." he ordered Cyrus, shifting attention briefly from his cell phone. "And behave yourself. He's mine... till I tell you different."

Cyrus pouted, light blue eyes greedily roaming over Max, as if he could tear away the shielding of bulky clothes to see what lay beneath, like stripping away from the wrapping paper from a present. He held out his hand to Max and reluctantly Max took his hand, shivering again as warm fingers curled tightly, possessively, around his. He let himself be led through the living room and to the master bedroom, to the rear of the bedroom where a spacious bathroom-nearly the size of the apartment that he had shared with his friends-was.

"Shower." ordered Cyrus, nodding to the glass enclosed stall, and leaned against the door, arms folded over his chest to watch Max with heavy lidded eyes.

There was no reason to be embarrassed, he couldn't count how many strangers had seen him strip, in the year that he had been on the streets, and yet Max didn't want to do it in front of Cyrus. In that year, he'd done a lot of things that he was ashamed of...but nothing made him feel as dirty as the crawl of Cyrus' eyes over him.

Cyrus laughed and pushed away from the door, grasping Max's chin to force his head up, so that amber eyes met blue. "Little whore's embarrassed to be seen, huh? That's okay, baby..." he whispered, leaning forward so that his lips nearly brushed Max's, his breath sickeningly sweet. "When he's done with you...I get you. I get to do *anything* I want to you." He ran the back of his hand down Max's cheek, Max mesmerized by dread awoken in him with the awful promise in Cyrus' huskily spoken words. "I get to open you up and see what makes you tick..." His other hand caught in Max's hair to pull his head forward as he mashed his lips against Max's.

Max brought hands up between them, to press palms against Cyrus' chest and push him away, hard enough to make the other man stumble. Blanched at his own action, at the use of a strength that he rarely let himself show, but once Cyrus had regained his balance, he merely laughed and blew Max a kiss before sauntering out of the bathroom, to let him have privacy for his shower.

* * *

Jack had spent a couple hours out looking for the street kid Max, without a lot of success. In this part of town people were leery of talking to cops...and even more leery of a cop that was a new face in town. So he found himself at a diner just at the end of Broadway, to get breakfast and a much needed jolt of coffee.

Early yet, just past dawn, and there weren't a lot of people in yet, mostly those stopping to grab a bagel or muffin to get them started. Behind the counter was a woman in her mid fifties, curly dark hair gone mostly gray, with a thick motherly figure and a friendly manner to go with it. She smiled in greeting and asked, "What can I get you?"

"Bacon and cheddar cheese omelet would be great. And coffee...lots of it..." added Jack as he stifled a yawn.

The woman chuckled as she called his order to the cook and set up a coffee mug for him, turning to snag a pot and fill the cup for him. Closer to her now Jack could see the name tag pinned on her blue uniform top identifying her as Dotty and he thanked her by name, blowing on the coffee before he took a sip of it. Sighed in pleasure at its taste, strong but not bitter, with a pleasing, almost spicy flavor to it, and he could feel it going through his bloodstream, like a hit directly to the veins, bringing him to something like life.

As he drank his coffee, the door to the diner opened and a couple kids came slowly inside, street kids, from the scruffy, patched clothes. Dotty reached down behind the counter and presented them with a bag, the girl of the two flashing her a smile of gratitude before they hurriedly fled the diner, shooting him a sidelong glance.

"You get a lot of street kids through here?" asked Jack casually as he added sugar and just a touch of cream to his coffee.

Dotty shrugged. "A few. Seems a shame to throw out all the pastries and such...so I'll save them instead." she said as she measured out coffee grounds for a fresh pot of coffee.

"Ever see one come through here by the name of Max?" Jack raised the mug to his lips, watching the woman for her reaction.

Dotty turned to face him, motherly features taking on a stern expression. "What would you be wanting with Max?" she asked, setting hands on her hips.

Jack held up a placating hand. "Just curious about him. Had a little run-in with him last night..." Literally, he thought with a touch of humor as he dug in his pocket for his badge to show the woman. She looked only a little bit mollified by the knowledge that he was a cop, suspicion still touching her eyes. "Name's Jack Dixon. I wanted to find him, make sure he's okay. You know where he hangs out?"

"He came by this morning..." said Dotty slowly. "Usually does. But I can't tell you where he stays. I don't rightly know...just somewhere in the neighborhood..."

"What about any kids he hangs with?" persisted Jack.

Dotty gave a sigh. "Mr. Dixon,"

"Jack." interjected Jack, getting a flicker of a smile from her.

"Jack. It's hard to get these kids to trust you." she said softly. "Most of them, they come from a bad place. If I'm to keep their trust...I can't be telling folks about them. You understand that?" she asked over her shoulder, as she went to pick up his order.

"Yeah..." admitted Jack, shoulders slumping a little. Would have been nice to get something from her, save him from doing a lot of legwork, but that was what detective work was all about.

Dotty set his plate down in front of him and he took up a fork to eat, a bite already in his mouth when she said abruptly, "There's a girl named Jinx that I've seen him come in her with. About sixteen, tall, thin, violet hair." She shook her head at herself and regarded him with a stern eye. "You cause that boy any trouble, you'll hear from me about it."

"Yes, ma'am." said Jack around his mouthful of egg and cheese, offering her as earnest an expression as he could. She snorted, looking just a little bit mollified, and turned away from him to greet the couple that entered the diner. Just a name but it was more than he'd had before and he ate his breakfast with enthusiasm, ready to get to work and see what he could learn from official sources.

* * *

Once Max stepped out of the shower, scoured clean, he found clothes sitting on the sink's counter and the door that he had locked left mockingly half open, to let Max know that Cyrus had stolen in here when he'd been showering. He shivered despite the warmth of the bathroom and hurriedly dried off so he could dress. Black silk bikini briefs that revealed as much as they covered and black silk trousers, with a red silk shirt, its plunging V neckline showing off the smooth skin of his chest. Nicer clothing than he was used to, *much* nicer; he dressed more for warmth than comfort, except when he was trying to pick up a john.

Combing the tangles from ebony hair, he stood for a moment staring blankly into the mirror, not so much looking at the reflection he cast there as he was avoiding going out of the bathroom. But a knock to the door let him know that Cyrus was aware he was done and Max drew in a deep breath to steady himself before he went out of the bathroom. He wasn't a virgin, far from it, and all he had to do was just see this as another trick...

But he was trembling all the same as he exited the bathroom, to let Cyrus lead him out to where Domino waited. Tried to ignore Cyrus but he could feel the other's eyes on him, making his skin crawl in reaction, as he went back to the living room. Domino rose from his leather chair, dark eyes gleaming with appreciation as he paced a slow circle around Max to admire his newfound position. Ran a hand over one buttock and gave it a squeeze, enjoying the feel of taut firm flesh filling his hand. Wanted to throw the boy down on the couch and take him here and now...but first things first. Doc Patterson needed to examine him first and it would probably be a good idea to give the kid a few days to heal up.

Anticipation only sweetened the conquest...

End of part 4

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