Fuxer

Fuxer 6 - Zeal

One week after the battle:

Xander had gained a tiny bit more muscle. Time would tell if it stayed on but it kept him going to the gym.

He was on his way to the gym's scale when he saw Todd step onto it.

Coming in from behind, Xander slapped Todd's ass. "Hey B-boi, long time no talk."

Todd looked at himself in the mirror as he stepped off the scale. "Yeah, we never got the chance. I heard what happened on the mission. Good job."

Xander waved him off. "That snake would have eaten a village if we hadn't been there as fast thanks to you. See, being a hero is not about being first place. Everyone contributes."

He had quoted the opening words of Zeal's speech in issue #40 and stopped short of repeating the entire thing verbatim.

"Making good gains, I see," Xander said instead.

"Yeah," Todd said, looking shy. "I'm trying."

"You already fit in, don't worry. Any plans for the weekend?"

"Kinda," Todd said. "I've met a girl on the night out last week. We stayed in touch."

"Damn, you work fast. Are you sure you're not a speedster?"

Secretly Xander was shocked how easy it had been for not-so-handsome Todd when he himself had no clue how to approach meeting boys.

Their conversation petered out quickly.

Xander had gone to bed with a headache too often and instituted new rules. He could only watch one team mate jerk off per day.

Tonight was as exception because Bert's room was next to his and Garths room just beyond that and they were both fucking their fists at the same time.

Thick ginger Bert was jerking it slow and sensually in the shower, eyes closed, mouth half open. He liked to run his fingers through his hair and to trail the separation of his pecs and abs.

Curly, tan Garth jerked off almost lazily in his desk chair, watching interracial straight porn. He had an iron grip on his balls with the spare hand, although Xander couldn't tell if he was inflicting pain or just like to hold on to them.

Nothing in Garth's porn habits suggested the boy liked to have his balls tortured and Xander knew all his member's porn habits pretty well by now.

Garth liked mixed race couples of any variation. Bert had a thing for anal and bondage.

Akio consumed very little porn, preferring to look at videos his Japanese girlfriend sent him – and film some for her in return. Sometimes he even sent her pictures of his ass, though they were not true hole pics. On Fridays they either went on a date or video chatted, including a jerk off session.

Will loved to watch porn, including some freaky stuff, and jerked off at least twice a day, usually more, sometimes even slipping into his room for five minutes after a meeting just to rub one out.

Xander's sexual prowess had not changed when he had pulled mass from the 4th dimension, but he suspected that Will's `magically' altered body was flooded with sex hormones like someone of his size should be.

Bert cummed with a serene expression and continued to shower. Garth was nowhere near cumming. He got twitchy and trembled whenever he approached the edge. It was kind of cute.

Xander stopped watching and focused on rereading the Heroic Chronicles. He looked for a sliver of hope, a hint of what to do. There were no openly gay heroes. There was no one to turn to and Xander didn't want to come out to the team unless he knew somebody was going to be on his side.

He threw himself onto his bed, issue #35 open on a page-sized drawing of Zeal as lighting struck behind him.

One more week later:

The alarm made Xander almost fall out of bed. He slipped out of his brief and tried to put his legs into his singlet. It was the wrong hole. Ugh.

Aqua opened his door just as Xander found the leg holes. "You coming?"

"Yep," Xander said, on the move before he had even put on the mask.

They all met up in the elevator. Aqua was tapping a tablet. "It's a dark angel. Just appeared over Portland. There's only one so far but if it managed to slip out of the prison dimension, so can others."

"Bullocks," Garth said. "Are we getting help?"

Aqua swiped on the tablet. "Hero-U is sending someone but most are busy with Wave-o-tron rampaging in the Atlantic."

Bolt sighed. "Why does so much shit always go down at once?"

"Language."

They didn't make it to the Boi Wing.

With a vortex of white sparks, Ranger teleported into the hangar. The world's most powerful teleporter was the reason why the Manly League headquarters was a space station – they didn't need shuttles to get down.

Ranger wore a red bodysuit that covered his nicely muscled body like a layer of paint. Black utility belts were strapped across his chest and hip. His black mask was custom, giving him the illusion of a `face' even though it wouldn't have been based on his real one.

Other features were black armor pieces. Ranger was no flying brick, a B-Lister with immense powers.

Almost on instinct Xander took a look at the hairless, veiny cock and balls, tightly constrained in a protective cup. Ranger looked great naked but the costume was clearly padded around the shoulders.

"Akio, I'm here to grab you and your bois," he said with an Australian accent.

"Is it that bad?" the team captain asked.

"Could be," Ranger said and waved them closer. "Is that everyone? Zeal might be checking by if possible. I can't go underwater, so I'm not sure I can get a hold of him."

Xander didn't hear the rest of the conversation, too preoccupied with the idea of finally meeting Zeal.

Seconds later, the team and a few sidekicks teleported onto a skyscraper in Portland, getting blinded by the low sun.

While the team got set up, Xander stared at the dark angel. The creature had the shape of a human under a pure black, tattered blanket, but three times the size of one. And there was nobody underneath. It was `blanket' all the way through.

It hovered roughly level with the bois, a few blocks ahead. Occult symbols danced around it, dull sparks arching between them. Some sparks dropped the long way down. A house below had already caught fire.

"Todd, Filipe," Aqua said. "Get down there and get any civilians out who are right under it."

The dark angel noticed them, adjusted its position and sent a bright blue orb at the skyscraper.

"On it," Guard shouted.

The orb shattered Guard's shield and broke into many erratic, little projectiles that caused quickly dying fires on the concrete roof.

"Fuck," Wiz said. He had been caught in the blast and the fire had consumed the top of his singlet, exposing his chest. His face hood was singed.

"Are you hurt?" 4X asked.

"Don't think so," Wiz said. "Only the angel's green fire can hurt the invulnerable, right?"

"I know," 4X said, remembering issue #19 when the dark angels had first invaded.

"Okay," Aqua said. "Alternating hits. Bolt, stay at a distance. Go."

Wiz mumbled and sharp patterns danced up his arms as he flew toward the angel.

The creature from the prison dimension prepared for them. It unfolded itself, giving its body a winged appearance. Blue fire came their way.

They evaded but 4X had to admit he was not maneuverable enough to dodge reliably if the angel picked him as a target.

He told himself `It's only blue fire, it can't hurt me.'

Aqua made first contact, punching the angel in the chest with little effect and retreated. From this close up, the sheer size of the pitch black being was terrifying.

4X reached the angel, punched it in the head with all his super strength, twirled and gave it a kick, too. The angel wobbled briefly and sent blue fire at him from a `wing' tip.

The flames sizzled past his face and hit Guard's shield. Again the shield broke and Guard was hit, losing a strap of his singlet and his utility belt that dropped off him in tatters.

A volley of purple comets peppered the angel's body, seeming to douse its blue fire.

Meanwhile, the symbols dancing above the enemy had doubled and the sparks falling now inflicted light shocks even on 4X' invulnerable skin. This was a bad sign.

Wiz dropped down and rammed his boots into the angel's head, before regaining height.

Aqua was back for another punch. 4X went in at the same time.

The angel swiped at them with its pseudo-wing and smashed their heads together. 4X' visor got shattered and little shards fell into his eyes. His eyeballs were invulnerable and couldn't get cut but it still meant having something in both eyes.

He pulled his hood off and let it fall. While blinking and rubbing his eyes 4X used his vision to see through himself and keep an eye on the angel.

Green fire.

4X rushed toward Aqua and pulled the leader out of the path of the flames.

The temporarily blind Aqua managed to pull his own hood off as they tumbled away from the enemy.

"Here we go," Wiz shouted over the com.

His massive arms and naked torso crackled with lighting and metal chains appeared around the dark angel, constricting its wings. The green fire on its wingtips died down and it struggled in the grip.

Aqua freed the shard that had been lodged in his eye socket and blinked heavily. "Ah, that hurt. What's the status?"

"I see only black inside the angel," 4X said. "I have no idea if we're making progress."

"Not looking like it," Aqua said and gestured at the sparking ring that still rained onto the city. It had grown.

A whirl of white flashed atop the skyscraper they had come from. Ranger was back and he had brought Omen.

The golden cape fluttered as Omen raced toward them. "We're in trouble," the man spoke right into their minds.

"We know," Aqua said.

In that moment, the angel shattered the chains and summoned rings of green flames.

"It's not creating a portal to the prison dimension," Omen said. "I can't see what will happen if it succeeds but the city will be doomed."

"What can we do?" Bolt asked through the coms.

"Keep it busy until help arrives," came the telepathic answer.

The ginger boi got back to throwing his power orbs at the creature but it hardly seemed to matter.

Omen flew in, evaded a wing flap, and rammed his fist into the angel's chest. His armor got shredded, exposing his hand and forearm. He followed up with a hit from the other hand and shredded the other sleeve just as much.

4X flew at the angel feet first and landed on its face, kicking out for good measure. The weight made the angel tumble but it caught itself and 4X had to fly aside as green fire shot vaguely his way.

Aqua and Wiz hit the enemy in the head from opposite sides, crushing it between their fists. The flames died, but only for a second, giving the bois enough time to escape but not to land more punches.

A flash of white on the roof. Ranger had brought...

"Zeal!" 4X shouted.

The captain of the Manly League wore the chest and hip utility belts of his club but no skin tight suit. His weathered, adult muscles were on full display - veins, sweat and scars. The only clothing were his black mask, shorts and boots.

He had a true comic book physique, at 185mc/6' with an estimated weight around 90kg/200lbs. He didn't have the pretty shape of a teen bodybuilder but the toned, massive body of an adult muscle god. His abs were a thick barrel, his pecs sat on top of his body like two firm melons and his limbs were cut through by big, sharp veins.

He carried a bomb.

"Out of the way," Omen shouted into everybody's mind.

4X flew backward, to keep looking at his super crush.

Zeal evaded an assault of green fireballs with an ease and elegance that made it look choreographed. He stopped in midair as if momentum didn't exist and sent the bomb forward with his telekinesis, giving it such speed that it blurred as soon as it left his hand.

The blast was blinding.

Blue sparks exploded within the summoning ring and vanished. The creature's cloth-like body was tattered.

Zeal followed it up without hesitation, pummeling the angel's chest at two beats per second. At the same time, he stared at the enemy's head, using his heat vision, eyes aglow.

The angel burst apart like a storm of ash, mixing with the remaining occult symbols circling above.

Zeal flew away.

"Move!" Omen urged telepathically.

The creature's remains turned into a twister of black and blue, rapidly gaining length until it touched the ground and seemingly the clouds.

4X fought to escape but felt himself pulled in.

The heroes shouted to each other for help but only Zeal was able to grab someone. He caught Bolt and threw the boi telekinetically towards safety, then was sucked in himself.

The closer 4X was sucked, the faster he fell in. Before he knew it, he crashed into it and-

Floating serenely, Xander shook his head to clear it. Wasn't he... in danger? He was forgetting something... right?

There was nothing but magenta fog around him. Beautiful, glowing, pink clouds.

Then Todd fell past him, screaming for his life.

"Oh."

Xander dove after the sidekick. Not down, exactly – there didn't seem to be gravity.

He caught the shocked Todd and brought them to a halt, relative to... something. There was no up or down. Nothing but magenta fog. Nothing at all.

Chapter 7: The Rift