Chapter One-hundred Twenty-Six: Opposing Sides

Chapter 126

Opposing Sides

Jaxon sat in the lounge room, gazing at the midnight sky, and wondered how Celeste, Tristan, and Deimos would find him or where they were going. He looked down at his big toes tied together and tried to shift his feet to loosen the ties. The door swung open, and Minverva entered. Jaxon’s heart hammered in his chest, and he knit his eyebrows.

Jaxon: “D-Don’t tickle me anymore!”

He pleaded.

Minerva: “Have you thought about my offer, Jiro?”

She stood over him. Jaxon glared at her.

Jaxon: “The offer for you to tickle me endlessly?! NO! I hate being tickled!”

He whined. She tickled his neck and he jerked back laughing.

Jaxon: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DOHOHOHOHONON’T!”

He whined. He panted and glared at her with pure hatred.

She untied his toe ties and started unbuckling his belt.

Jaxon: “HEY! Don’t you dare!”

He hissed. She slid off his jeans and pulled his boxer briefs down, revealing his penis. Jaxon reddened with embarrassment.

Jaxon: “HEY!”

He snapped. She wrapped tape around his knees, securing them. She grabbed him from the couch to stand with her. Jaxon’s heart hammered in his chest. He panted with fury and frustration.

Minerva laughed softly and embraced him from behind, kissing his neck.

Jaxon: “STOP!”

He screamed. She unbuttoned his shirt and left it open. She rubbed her hands all over his bare chest and torso. Jaxon shuddered and clenched his teeth.

Jaxon: “Don’t touch me!”

He hissed through clenched teeth.

Minerva: “But you have such a sexy body…”

She whispered.

Jaxon: “I know that, but it doesn’t give you the right to touch me.”

He snapped.

She ran her hands all over Jaxon’s torso, hips, and chest. Jaxon shuddered and gritted his teeth, feeling his fury and frustration soar. Celeste, hurry up, and save me from this crazy bitch, he thought.

Minerva smirked and waved a feather in his face. Jaxon’s heart thundered, and the color drained from his face. He turned to her slowly.

Jaxon: “Don’t you DARE!”

He growled.

Minerva: “Tickle, tickle, tickle, sexy boy…”

She wrapped her arm around him and brushed the feather over his penis. Jaxon groaned and burst out laughing.

Jaxon: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!! THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT’S FOHOHOHOHOR MY GREHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEN QUEHEHEHEHEEEHEEN!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He laughed furiously, wiggled his hips, and thrashed around as the feather brushed over his gentlemanly parts. Minerva twirled the feather over the tip of his manhood, and Jaxon laughed and groaned. Tears welled in his eyes and then streamed down his cheeks.

Jaxon: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAAA!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAA!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!! ARRRRRGHHH!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!”

He laughed between moans and hated every moment of this. He gasped for air in between laughing as his fury and frustration soared. His breathing hitched when she brushed the feather over his testicles.

Jaxon: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA FUCKING STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

He pleaded through furious, frustrated laughter, heaving and wheezing between laughs. Jaxon’s feet overlapped, and his toes curled.

Minerva clamped her hand over his mouth. Jaxon’s screams were muffled by her hand as she vigorously tickled his member. His toes fanned out and curled as his feet overlapped. His face was red as his hair streak, and he hated his laughter being stifled.

Jaxon: “RHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRRHRHRHR HHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRH!!! NRHRHRHRHRH HHMHMHMHMHMHMHMRM!!!”

He laughed hard as tears streamed down his cheeks. He tried to shake her hand from his mouth and thrashed around. She laughed as stroked the feather all over his penis.

Jaxon: “MRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRR!! HHRH!! HHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRHRH! HRMHMHMHMHMHMHMRHM! HRMRHM!!! NRHRHRHR MRHRHRRM!!”

He wailed and laughed hard through her hand clamped over his mouth.

She stopped tickling him and undid his knee and wrist bonds, shoving him onto the sofa where he panted widely. Jaxon wheezed and wiped his eyes.

Minerva: “I want you to pole dance for me.”

She commanded. Jaxon raised his head to her.

Jaxon: “I’m fucking exhausted, lady…!”

He said in between ragged breaths. Minerva held up a remote control that played a high-frequency sound. Jaxon cupped his ears and screamed as the ringing pierced through his ears. Minerva smirked and stopped playing it.

Jaxon pursed his lips and broke down sobbing.

Minerva: “Get on the stage, Jiro. Dance for me.”

She looked down at him as he sobbed into his hands.

Minerva: “Jiro, if you don’t, I will play this more.”

She held up the device. Jaxon wept and embraced himself.

Minerva: “Okay, we can skip and go to bed.”

She purred. Jaxon shook his head as his bottom lip trembled.

Jaxon swallowed hard and rose to his feet. I have to get away from this bitch, he thought.

Minerva: “Well, Jiro?”

She embraced him from behind and kissed his neck. Jaxon swallowed hard again. She started to brush his shirt past his shoulders.

Jaxon: “Wait…”

He glanced at her.

Jaxon: “I’ll do it myself.”

He brushed the shirt past his shoulders, and Minerva smiled.

Minerva sat on her bed, gazing at Jaxon.

Minerva: “What a lovely sight to behold…”

Jaxon smiled at her. He then lay on her bed, and she hovered over him.

Minerva: “You are so lovely and sexy, Jiro.”

She cupped his face. Jaxon smiled.

Jaxon: “I know.”

He sat up, baring his body to her.

He then delivered an uppercut to her jaw, knocking the wind out. He threw on the floor, wrapped the sheet around his torso, and blew a raspberry at her.

Jaxon: “Gotcha, bitch!”

He ran out of the room with the sheet around his waist.

~

Victor came downstairs in his red pajamas, wearing a red plaid robe over himself. He held Francis in his arms.

Victor: “Frankie woke me up. What’s going on?”

He asked and yawned.

Tristan: “Papa, this is nothing to concern yourself about. We’re trying to find Jaxon.”

He knit his eyebrows.

Celeste: “Vic, you’re back!”

Victor turned to Celeste.

Victor: “Nice to see you again, Celeste! I wanted to apologize to you and Jaxon for how irrationally I behaved.”

He bowed his head.

Celeste: “Look, don’t worry! No hard feelings. We have to find Jax, though.”

She knit her eyebrows.

Francis: “Grandpa, the cell phone! I have to touch it again!”

Victor looked down at Francis.

Victor: “He wants to touch Jaxon’s cell phone.”

Tristan: “Oh?”

He raised an eyebrow.

He handed Francis Jaxon’s cell phone. Francis put his paw on it and closed his eyes. He snapped his eyes open.

Francis: “He’s on the ‘Princess Sapphire’! It’s a big ship owned by Minerva Marzilli! Her dead fiancé, Armando, gave it to her, and she kidnapped Jaxon! He’s on it! It’s over the Pink Keys now!”

He exclaimed. Victor cupped his mouth.

Tristan: “What did he say, Papa?”

He locked his gaze on him.

Victor: “Jaxon is the ‘Princess Sapphire’! It’s a superyacht owned by Minerva Marzilli, and it’s over the Pink Keys!”

He repeated.

Celeste: “Trevor, can you teleport us?!”

She asked tersely. Trevor held up his garbage can lid, his plastic baseball bat, and wore a football helmet.

Trevor: “I’m born ready!”

Deimos glared at him.

Tristan: “Let’s not waste time. Take us there now, Trevor.”

Deimos: “How did Francis know where Jaxon was? Is he like Oliver? Where did Ashley and Blair get that kitten?”

Celeste: “Does it fucking matter, Deimos?! Let’s get Jaxon and worry about that never ‘cause no one fucking cares!”

She spat.

Trevor held them close and teleported them out of there.

~

Jaxon ran through the foyer and tried to look around corners so no one would catch him. He heard the clicking of a gun and slowly turned around to see Desiree pointing her Beretta 84 Cheetah at him.

Desiree: “Going somewhere?”

Jaxon bared his teeth at her.

Jaxon: “YOU!”

He hissed. She slammed him against the wall, pressing her gun to his neck. Jaxon swallowed hard.

Desiree: “You’re not goin’ anywhere, boy! I’d shoot ya dead if my boss didn’t want your ass so badly!”

She hissed at him.

Jaxon: “I can’t wait for my Green Queen to shoot you dead!”

He countered. She pistol-whipped him. Jaxon fell and cupped his face as a red glow emitted from his hand, healing himself.

Desiree glared at him and was going to strike, but she was walloped and fell back into the wall, creating a dent. Desiree winced, and Celeste charged after her, clobbering her.

Celeste: “FUCK YOU FOR HITTING HIM! I WILL DESTROY YOU!”

She bellowed. Tristan and Deimos rushed to Jaxon.

Tristan: “Are you okay, Jaxon?!”

Jaxon: “I am now that my Green Queen and you guys are here!”

He nodded.

Blood and bruises covered Desiree. Her nose was broken, and she had missing teeth and a swollen eye. Celeste raised her fist. Tristan shot his hand out.

Tristan: “Celeste, watch out!”

He formed an ice dome over her as a lightning bolt struck it. Jordi stood before them.

Jordi: “Don’t you dare raise another hand at her.”

He warned her.

Celeste: “Or WHAT?! She hurt Jaxon!”

She snapped.

Jordi: “Uh, who’s Jaxon?”

He asked her. Jaxon pouted.

Jaxon: “I am?!”

He said sharply. Jordi looked at Jaxon with confusion.

Jordi: “Why did Minerva call you Jiro?”

He asked gently.

Tristan: “It’s his legal name. We call him by his preferred name.”

He nodded.

Jordi: “Oh, sorry about that, Jaxon!”

He waved his hand and turned to Celeste.

Jordi: “Don’t raise another hand at Desiree!”

He warned her.

Celeste: “Or WHAT!?”

She hissed.

Tristan blinked when he heard that name.

Tristan: “Minerva? Didn’t she kidnap Jaxon before?”

Jordi: “Of course, she did! Don’t ask me what she wants with him!”

He said irritably and knelt to Desiree.

Jaxon: “That creepy lady tickled me all over!”

He embraced himself.

Celeste knit her eyebrows and growled.

Celeste: “Where the fuck is this old bitch at?!”

She marched to Jordi, and a lightning bolt struck in front of her. Celeste jumped back and glared.

Jordi: “Stay away from Desiree!”

He snapped at her.

Tristan: “Interesting how you’re not defending Minerva.”

He smirked. Deimos glanced at Tristan.

Jaxon: “She probably got weird with him.”

He muttered. Jordi heard him and rose, glaring at him.

Jordi: “You don’t know what bullshit I have to endure to pay for something to care for a loved one!”

He snapped and waved his hand as lightning bolts struck the floor before them. Tristan formed an ice wall, and one of the bolts shattered it.

Tristan raised an eyebrow. So what Jaxon said made him tick, he thought. Celeste turned to Jaxon, and he was gone.

Celeste: “Jaxon?!”

Deimos: “Where did he go?!”

They looked around frantically for him.

Jaxon: “CELESTE!”

He screamed out. The ship’s captain, Skully, held Jaxon with a knife to his throat.

Celeste: “GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HIM!”

She bellowed, charging after him. Skully held Jaxon close, slitting his cheek and drawing blood. Celeste gasped and stopped dead in her tracks. Jaxon winced in pain, and a red glow surrounded him as he healed his wound. Skully cupped Jaxon’s ass and kissed his head. Jaxon gritted his teeth and shuddered.

Skully: “One move from any of ya, and it’s off with his sexy head!”

He barked. Jaxon shut his eyes and swallowed hard.

Skully lifted the bed sheet wrapped around Jaxon’s waist to caress his inner thigh. Jaxon’s breathing hitched as his heart hammered in his chest, unable to move or react with the blade pressed against his neck. Celeste felt her fury soar, but didn’t want to risk Jaxon being hurt.

A lightning bolt hit the rope securing the barrels, and they came tumbling down on Skully.

Skully: “WHAT THE?!”

He released Jaxon as the barrels crashed on him. Celeste grabbed Jaxon and held him tightly.

Jaxon: “BABE!”

He cried.

Celeste: “JAXON!”

She raked her fingers through his hair.

The high-frequency sound played over the ship’s speakers. Celeste, Jaxon, Tristan, Deimos, Trevor, and Jordi cupped their ears as they cried in pain. Minerva stepped out with her robe open, exposing her sheer lingerie. The sound stopped playing when she grabbed Jaxon’s arm. Everyone else tried to stagger up.

Jaxon: “HEY! LET ME GO!”

Minerva: “You’re going to really get it for that trick you pulled, Jiro…”

She said coolly.

Celeste: “YOU FUCKING BITCH! LET HIM GO!”

She roared and charged after her. Minerva shot her with something, hitting her neck. Celeste collapsed to the floor.

Jaxon: “CELESTE!”

He screamed and reached out to her. Minerva cupped Jaxon’s jaw and squeezed it.

Minerva: “You’ve been a very naughty boy, Jiro…”

She purred and locked her lips on his. Jaxon shut his eyes and screamed into her mouth as he tried to escape this mad woman.

Celeste saw red when she saw this crazy woman assault her little prince. She staggered up and wobbled as she stood. Minerva turned to Celeste with a sneer.

Minerva: “Was that dose not strong enough?!”

She hissed and raised her pistol to aim at her. Jaxon grabbed her arm.

Jaxon: “Don’t you dare touch her!”

He snapped. Minerva tickled his neck, disarming him.

Jaxon: “NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”

He wailed as he fell to his knees. Minerva snaked Jaxon around her arm and smirked at him. Jaxon glared hatefully at her.

Celeste delivered a sucker punch to Minverva’s jaw, the impact sending her crashing to the floor. Jaxon rushed to Celeste and put his arms around her as he healed her. A purple glow surrounded the rest as Deimos healed them and they rose.

Celeste: “Are you okay, Jaxon?!”

She cupped his face.

Jaxon: “Yeah, babe, I am now!”

The two kissed.

Skully charged after them, brandishing a knife.

Skully: “Now, you’re gonna get it!”

Tristan formed a sheet of ice under his feet. Skully skidded and slipped on the ice.

Skully: “WHOOOOOOAH!!!!”

Deimos delivered a roundhouse kick, sending him crashing into Alfie, who rushed to Minerva and crashed into her.

Alfie: “AUGH! MINERVAAAAAAAAAA!”

They fell, and Tristan formed a path of ice so the three slid away and into the yacht, tumbling down the stairs.

Trevor showed up with Jaxon’s clothes.

Trevor: “I sniffed these and they smell like your sexy cologne!”

He giggled. Jaxon pulled a disgusted face and snatched them away.

Jaxon: “Why is he here?!”

He huffed.

Deimos: “To teleport us. Trust me, I want to break his fucking head badly.”

He growled. Tristan glanced at Jordi and gave him a slight nod to thank him earlier.

Tristan: “Let’s go.”

Trevor: “Tristan is dominating me.”

He laughed. Tristan rolled his eyes, and they teleported away.

~

Later that night, Jaxon was in the shower, relieved to be in his and Celeste’s home and in Celeste’s arms, where he felt safe. After this, he wanted nothing more than to be in bed with his Green Queen.

He stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. Celeste waited for him and waved at him with her fingers when she saw him. Excitement shone in Jaxon’s eyes as he saw his ladylove in their bed, in her lingerie, lying there, waiting for him.

Jaxon climbed into bed, and they gazed into each other’s eyes. His mouth brushed against the curve of her throat. Celeste clasped her hands against his face and kissed him deeply. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and explored him. He tasted her passion and her need. Her groan reverberated deep in her chest. Desire flared between them, burning bright, as the kiss grew stronger and harder.

Jaxon’s hands trailed over her soft body as the two kissed, and on her back as he slid her bra straps down. He glided his hands up to her bra and unclipped it with ease. With the flick of his wrist, her bra fell.

She arched back as he covered her nipple with his lips and drew her into his mouth. She moaned as the fierce tug went straight to her core. Jaxon chuckled and sat up.

Jaxon cupped her sex, and she bucked against his hand. She stretched against the bed as the lust scorched her from head to toe; she murmured, rocking her hips as he teased her, thrusting his finger in and out. She placed her hand on his arm, and he gazed at her lovingly as he slid his fingers into her, pleasuring her.

Jaxon placed his hands on her knees as he settled between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his hips tightly and put her hands on his slender, toned body. Celeste’s fingertips gently dug into Jaxon’s skin when he was against her entrance. Jaxon placed his hands under her hips when he entered her in one stroke. She gasped.

Jaxon’s even, powerful thrusts drove her wild. She didn’t hide that. The pleasure built higher and higher. Jaxon thrust her harder and deeper, hitting her G-spot. She couldn’t fight it any longer. Celeste surrendered to her little prince, her love for him, and the sensations.

The climax flashed hot and bright as it ricocheted through her. Jaxon groaned as her pulsating body triggered his release. With one final thrust, he tumbled on top of her.

Celeste wrapped her arms around him. He was warm against her. She didn’t want to let him go.

Celeste: “Jaxon?”

She whispered.

Jaxon: “Mmm?”

He didn’t lift his head but instead nestled his face against her throat. She paused and took his hand, intertwining their fingers. She took his hand and kissed each of his fingers. She felt his chuckle vibrate against her throat.

He lifted his head to lock his gaze on hers. Celeste gazed into his almond brown eyes as she cupped Jaxon’s face. Jaxon took her hand and leaned into it. Celeste smiled.

Celeste: “I…I…I’m glad you’re home and you’re safe.”

She sighed. Jaxon laughed softly.

Jaxon: “In other words, you love me?”

He teased. Celeste reddened.

Celeste: “Well, I-I’m glad you’re safe from that witch and her little simps!”

She waved her hands frantically and stammered.

Jaxon: “You can’t even say you love me!”

He teased and blew a raspberry. Celeste felt the blood rise to her face.

Celeste: “I just said I was glad you’re safe!”

She said quickly.

Jaxon: “Admit it, you love me!”

He pressed his forefinger against her button nose and stuck his tongue out at her. She reached out and tickled his sides. Jaxon erupted into laughter.

Jaxon: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

He fell onto the bed laughing.

She stopped tickling him, and he lay back panting. She gazed into his eyes, brushing her fingers against his face. He smiled at her and leaned over to kiss her. The two kissed, and she rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He put his arms over her and reached over to turn off the lights.

~

Tristan and Deimos lay in Tristan’s bed. Tristan wore his white silk pajamas, and Deimos wore his gray plaid pajamas. He was spooned Tristan and buried his face into his soft, snow white hair. Deimos grasped Tristan’s slender hands.

Deimos: “Tristan?”

Tristen peered over his shoulder.

Tristan: “Yes?”

Deimos: “So what did you think of what happened tonight with that weird lady kidnapping Tristan and her hired mook helping us?”

Tristan paused.

Tristan: “I don’t know what her purpose with Jaxon is, but we learned a lot about our powers and what we are because of her. As for her minion helping us, it’s simple: she mistreats him. If you mistreat a cat, he won’t purr when he sees you or rub against you. He mentioned doing it to support a loved one, so I suppose that a spouse, a partner, a friend, or a family member needs some medical attention, and serving her is the only way he could afford it. Healthcare is unfortunately very expensive.”

He explained.

Deimos: “Do you think he’s our enemy or ally?”

Tristan: “Hard to say. We’re on opposing sides, but I don’t think his loyalty lies with her, and understandably so. As for Jaxon, my guess is she wants him as a sex slave. That yacht belonged to her former fiancé, and she tossed him aside for Jaxon.”

He pursed his lips.

Tristan: “I fail to see why else she would want him.”

Deimos: “What if she wants him as a human guinea pig, too?”

Tristan shrugged slightly.

Tristan: “That isn’t outside the realm of possibility.”

Deimos: “I mean, Jaxon acquired these powers a few months ago, whereas the rest of us had them for years. She never sought any of us out.”

He stated.

Tristan: “I didn’t know she existed until she kidnapped Jaxon… or what we were even called. The rabbit hole to this gets deeper and deeper.”

He sighed.

Deimos leaned over and kissed Tristan’s neck. Tristan shivered.

Deimos: “I won’t let anyone hurt you, Tristan…”

He whispered in his ear. Tristan giggled a bit as it tickled him slightly.

Tristan: “I know…”

Deimos: “...How do you feel about your father returning?”

He finally asked. Tristan’s eyelids dipped.

Tristan: “Papa was very helpful in locating Jaxon… I love having him around, and he has improved, but I wish he had stayed where he was until we dealt with Ichiro.”

He shifted his eyes and drew a long breath.

Tristan: “But when would that be? And like he said, he doesn’t want to spend less time around me because he missed so much of my formative years… I understand that. I’m in two minds, but I don’t want to hurt him. He already endured so much trauma from that… thing… and Ivy.”

He turned to face Deimos. Deimos wrapped his arms around Tristan and held him close.

Deimos: “I get it… I understand.”

He whispered and caressed his hair. Tristan raised his emerald eyes to gaze into Deimos’ violet eyes. He leaned up and kissed him deeply. Deimos thrust his tongue into Tristan’s mouth, tasting him, and raked his fingers through his hair.

~

Percy’s bedroom was a large bedroom with black walls with glitter, dark pink carpets and his bedroom space was on a platform. Neon pink lights outlining lips, hearts, and demons were on the walls, giving the room a neon pink glow.

In each corner of the room were red martini glass floor lamps. Mirrors covered the walls on each side of the queen-size canopy bed with black curtains. The bed had a neon pink bedspread with an upholstered purple headboard with a rose etched into it. Under the bed was a white tiger-striped carpet.

Percy was on top of someone thrusting into them. Trevor teleported into the room. He saluted with the garbage lid in his head, slamming it against his football helmet, making a loud clank.

Trevor: “Trevor Hinkley, reporting for duty, sir! I have rescued your pepper prince and ice prince! And I will not tell them you’re sleeping with someone else!”

Percy rose and glanced at Trevor. Olivia was in bed with him and put the sheets over herself.

Olivia: “GET OUT, PERVERT!”

She screamed.

Trevor: “Donut worry, Madame! I don’t play for that team! I couldn’t take my eyes off Tristan’s or Jaxon’s asses if you must know!”

Percy sat up in bed and drew a long breath.

Percy: “Thank you for your service, Trevor. As you can see, love, it’s not a good time.”

He waved his hand.

Trevor: “Well, I have nothing to do, so can I watch?”

He asked and scratched his ass.

Percy: “You have work tomorrow, correct? You don’t need your ass manager, Larry, on your case now, do you, darling?”

He clasped his hands together. Trevor pouted and folded his arms.

Trevor: “I guess not!”

Percy waved his hand. ‘

Percy: “Have a good night, Trevor.”

Trevor: “Sure, Percy! Night! Have fun and I won’t tell Tristan or Jaxon!”

He waved and teleported out of there.

Percy lay on his stomach, resting his head on his folded arms.

Percy: “Sure you won’t.”

He snickered. Olivia put her arms on him and rested her head on his back.

Olivia: “Are ya gonna leave me hanging?”

She asked in a baby voice.

Percy: “My apologies, darling. I’m tired.”

He drew a long breath. Olivia pouted.

Olivia: “No, I deserve to cum.”

She pounded his back. Percy drew a gusty breath. Olivia flicked her gaze at his rear and smirked.

Olivia: “Maaaaaybe you need a boost.”

She purred as she trailed her fingers down his spine. Percy shivered.

Percy: “Boost?”

He jolted when she put two fingers up his ass.

Percy: “Jesus!”

He turned over and grabbed.

Percy: “All right, I give in, love!”

Olivia: “Yay!”

She wrapped her legs around him as he thrust into her.