Mason:Inked Reapers MC(110)

"Shame," Smith raised his good arm to order another beer.



"So what are we going to do about this asshole stirring stuff up in  Colridge?" Sylar demanded, his nostrils flaring. He'd normally be more  relaxed about such things but Brea being there made the intrusion feel  personal.



"Nothing for now."



"If we do nothing, we look weak."



"If we react too swiftly and cry over spilled milk we look weak."



"Mmm," Sylar mumbled half in agreement and half in frustration as he  drank more of his beer. The Blood Pact was always consumed with towing a  fine line between being threatened and threatening. Disputes between  the Reapers could turn deadly and neither pack wanted to lose members  over something trivial.



"So you think this guy is nothing to worry about?" Sylar questioned, wiping a hand across his mouth.



"He's just one guy," Smith shrugged and tilted his head up towards the  television which was showing a cage fighting match. The powerhouse  fighter Jasper Duboix was just stepping into the ring.



"What can one guy do?" Smith asked. "Unless, of course, he's me," he added with a cheeky grin.



Sylar patted his friend on the back and laughed. "You are a one-man whirlwind."



"You bet."



They sat in silence for a few minutes, just watching the fight and  drinking their beers. Sylar could still remember the night Smith and he  were attacked. Sylar was only seventeen, Smith a few years older but not  many. They were still new to the pack and didn't understand the fragile  territories. They went to watch a rock band play at a bar a few miles  outside of town. It pained Sylar to remember what a good time they had.  The beer had been flowing, the music was great and the small venue  pulsated with energy. But when they stepped out into the parking lot  everything changed.                       
       
           



       



A group of burly men were waiting for them, their motorcycles circled  behind them. Sylar knew immediately who they were and how much trouble  they were in. The men flew at the young pair. Sylar was pinned down and  severely beaten. He didn't trouble himself with fighting back too  fiercely, he knew he was out numbered. But Smith fought. He clawed at  everyone who came near him and even ripped out a nose stud with his  teeth. The man who had lost his stud clutched desperately at his nose,  wailing, while another stalked back to his bike. He came back holding a  small jug of something which omitted smoke and a strange odor. By the  time, Sylar realized what was happening it was too late. He screamed as  the acid was poured onto Smith's face as four men held him down,  laughing wickedly. Smith screamed in agony as the air turned foul with  the stench of his burning flesh.



Sylar had done everything he could for Smith. He'd rushed him to the  nearest hospital and sat with him as the doctors painstakingly did their  best to remove the worst of the acid. But the damage had been done.  Though Smith had been lucky to live, he would be scarred for the rest of  his life. He'd been a handsome, impulsive young guy and now he'd  forever be a gruesome reminder of how fiercely the Reapers would protect  their territory.



"I think I might pay my sister a visit," Sylar declared suddenly, the  anger from that night burning hot in his veins once more. "Ask a few  questions around town, see if I can't root out this snake that's causing  trouble."



"Just be careful," Smith offered cautiously.



"Don't worry, I will be."





Chapter 26



"You're coming to visit?" Brea was a heady mixture of excitement and  nerves at the prospect as she talked to Sylar, pacing around her  apartment as she kept the cell phone wedged against her ear with her  shoulder.



"I was thinking this weekend," Sylar replied.



"Does this have anything to do with Gina?" Brea teased.



"No," Sylar insisted sharply. "I just want to spend time with my little sister, is that okay?"



"Of course it's okay," Brea laughed nervously. She could feel Miles  watching her from where he sat on the sofa, his long, muscular arms  spread out across the back of it. "I can't wait to see you."



Plans were made, times decided upon and then the call was ended. Brea  exhaled deeply and shoved her phone back into her jeans pocket.



"So your brother is coming to visit," Miles noted after a few moments pause.



"Uh huh," Brea nodded nervously.



"Maybe we could all … get together?" Miles suggested casually. Brea smiled  in gratitude at the offer. She knew that he was just being kind, was  making an effort to get to know her brother, but she also knew Sylar.  Springing a boyfriend on him would only make him mad and their new found  dynamic was still so fragile. She didn't want to go and drive a wedge  between them when he'd so far been so good about her living away in  Colridge.



"Maybe next time," Brea gave Miles her sweetest smile, hoping it was enough to deter him from the subject. It wasn't.



"Why not this time?" Miles pressed. "I'd really like to meet him."



"My brother is just … " Brea looked down helplessly at her hands. "He can  be so over protective. I think it's better if you hold off meeting him,  just for now."



Miles nodded gravely with understanding.



"Okay. But I do want to meet him."



"I know."



Miles was standing up and striding over to her, a cheeky smile now fixed upon his face.



"Because I'm such a loving boyfriend that it really matters to me that my girlfriend is happy."



"I know." He was now standing directly before her. His presence was  enough to make Brea's heart skip beats in her chest. She felt breathless  and lightheaded. She was amazed that a man can do that to her.



"Come here," Miles reached out for her, scooping her up into his  powerful arms and carrying her over to the small kitchen table in the  center of the room. She gasped as he laid her down on it and began  removing her jeans.



"I'm such a loving boyfriend," Miles continued flirtatiously. "Always making sure you're happy."



"I'm a lucky girl," Brea gasped as he removed her panties with a  flourish and dropped them to the floor. With her bottom half exposed to  him she panted heavily in anticipation of what would come next. She was  surprised when Miles bowed his head and squatted towards the floor. She  shuddered with uncontrollable desire when his tongue brushed up against  her aching clit.                       
       
           



       



"Am I the best boyfriend in the world?" he breathed teasingly before parting his lips to gently suckle Brea's engorged clit.



"The best!" she insisted desperately. "The best!" He was making her so wet and excited that she could barely think straight.



Miles pressed his knees against the floor and reached for Brea's hips,  guiding himself closer to her warm pussy. He expertly slid his tongue  between her lips, savoring how she tasted. He felt her body flex and  shudder beneath him which made him hard.



"Oh, Miles," Brea helplessly flailed against the table, feeling like fireworks were about to explode within her.



"Miles!" she panted his name as she came over and over, his mouth hot and amazing against her.





Chapter 27



"It's a nice place," Sylar commented amicably as he sat at the table  eating the noodles Brea had made for him. She had to suppress the smirk  which threatened to bloom across her lips when she thought about what  had happened on that very table just a few hours earlier.



"Are you settling in okay?" Sylar wondered. He seemed tenser than he had  during his last visit. His shoulders were hunched as he sat over his  dinner and he jumped at the slightest sound. Brea wondered if he was  sleeping okay. At first she'd struggled to sleep alone in her apartment  at night, but now most nights she was curled up beside Miles, which  meant that she slept soundly.



"It feels more like home now," Brea admitted honestly with a soft smile.



"Hmm," Sylar frowned.



"Of course I still really miss our real home," Brea quickly added.



"It's different without you there," Sylar said quietly.



"Different how?"



"I don't know," her brother bristled at the question. "Just different."



For a few minutes, they just ate in silence.



"Have you made many friends?" Sylar wondered.



"A few."



"Anyone outside of the tattoo parlor?"



Brea tensed but managed to fix a pleasant smile upon her face. Did Sylar  know about Miles? Was he trying to trick her into making some sort of  admission about him?