Okay, after a few reviews and some due consideration, I decided to go for some yaoi, sorta. Just trust me, you'll like it.

I sort of went full circle and put the P.O.V. back to Vinnie. Hope it all flows well. This is only my second slash fic and my last one was a bit of PWP to see if I could do it. So I really hope this turned out good.

I do not own Biker Mice from Mars the show, but I do own some tapes, some action figures that I've had since I was a kid (and have kept even after my stupid little sister broke one of Vinnie's antenna's clear off, though she was just four at the time I'm still pissed off whenever I think about it) and the very first comic book. If I owned the rights to the show I think I'd make a series of them exclusively on Mars. It could be pretty cool.

Show Time!

Don't Worry

A soft clatter sounding as two bandoleers fell to the floor was hardly a distraction as Vinnie felt very warm lips meet his own for the second time and he still couldn't move. Throttle was kissing him.

Throttle.

Kissing.

Vinnie.

Okay, he'd obviously fallen asleep on the couch and was having a dream. He hadn't dreamed about this since he was a teenager, but that conversation with Modo must have put him in a bad place in his own mind. There was just no way Throttle was kissing him.

There was definitely no way Throttle had just put his hand practically on top of a very private place!

"Whoa!" he yelled as he wrenched his face away. Yes, yelled. He definitely hadn't just squeaked. Vinnie Van Wham did not squeak!

Throttle squeezed lightly at his inner thigh and Vinnie squeaked.

Hands planted on Throttle's chest and pushed him away.

"No," he said firmly, both to his friend and also to his tingling stomach. "This isn't happening."

He was going to be firm on this. He was not going to think about how warm Throttle's chest felt.

"I thought this is what you wanted?" Throttle asked. He sounded rejected, hurt.

Vinnie had hurt him.

"This is…" Vinnie desperately thought of reason why this shouldn't happen. He knew it shouldn't, though his mind was not coming up with any reasons why.

"Carbine!" he said suddenly. "You're still caught up in that whole… thing."

"And wasn't it you that wanted me to move on?" he asked.

"With Charley," Vinnie said. "Not with me."

"Why not you?"

Throttle was not pushing him, physically at least. He seemed to know enough to back off, to give Vinnie some room. It didn't seem right. Wasn't he, the baddest mama jama in the universe, suppose to be the one that locked lips with no reservations, that leapt in with no fear, that loved with no reservation?

He didn't know why, but he suddenly imagined Stoker laughing at his cowardice.

"What happens afterwards?" he asked softly, trying to tell himself that he didn't mind the fact that he sounded just like a blushing girl about to give up her virginity. In a way, he kind of was. "We both know you just didn't fall in love with me within the last five minutes, no matter how mouth watering my fab bod is."

Humor was the way to get out of this situation. If he could get Throttle to laugh or comment on his over-healthy ego than he'd be freedom bound.

He tried not to shiver at the feeling of Throttle softly tracing his cheek. Tried and failed.

"I do care about you Vinnie," Throttle said calmly. "Not exactly like that, I'll admit, but I'm not above trying. You keep telling me I'm a great guy, but I guess I don't see it anymore. I want someone who cares. And if you just happen to be one of my best friends, well that's just a bonus, now isn't it?"

Vinnie let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. Throttle was really willing to go through with this, and Vinnie wasn't entirely sure he was that scared. The whole morning after deal was a consideration, sure, but Vinnie knew deep down his bro wouldn't hurt him like that. He knew what it felt like to be rejected, to be told to hit the road. Even if this didn't work out, Vinnie knew they'd probably just laugh the whole thing off and move on.

He must have given some kind of indication that he was okay with this because Throttle was kissing him again. But this time it was a little less sudden. A little softer, a little sweeter. Vinnie pressed back and let his hands move over the other mouse's chest, exploring.

Of course, Vinnie being who he was, he wanted more. Deep down, he'd always been kind of shy, a little more insecure than he'd ever wanted to let on. But he had been with others before, all women of course but that wasn't the point. He knew he was good in this aspect in life, and he wasn't about to let Throttle take the lead so easily.

His tail whipped around the tan mouse's ankles and a quick shove caused Throttle to fall, surprised, on the couch.

"Sorry Sweetheart," he said with a grin as he straddled the other Martian. "But you didn't think I'd go all passive on you, did ya?"

"Not really," he received as an answer as Throttle propped up on his elbows. "You gonna do something, or were all those stories just talk?"

"Ooh, a nonbeliever," he chuckled. "Don't worry, you're going to be singing my praises by the time I'm through with you."

Vinnie made fast work of going in for a kiss. His tongue dipped into Throttle's mouth, earning him a groan. He would have been happier with a slower pace, but he didn't really have that much self-control at the moment. His hands clasped around Throttle's wrist, keeping him from being able to move, though the leader wasn't putting up much resistance.

It was strangely erotic, sitting on top of him and just kissing him to his heart's content. He had wanted this ever since he'd understood what sex was, had had quite a few dreams in his adolescence that had left him waking up in the middle of the night aching so hard it was almost painful. The urges had faded away after a while, with the knowledge that it was just a fantasy, but it seemed the little ember was still there, and it was quickly bursting back into flame again.

Vinnie let go of Throttle, eager to explore. Hands ran up and down his chest and sides, rumpling fur as he went. Nails, blunted by Vinnie's jeans, dug into his ass. He jumped and groaned, wrapping his arms around a not so slender waist and sliding his hands under the leather vest and over his tanned fur. Throttle arched off the couch slightly to allow the article to be removed, sweeping his tongue over Vinnie's mouth, an invitation to play.

He hesitated for only the briefest of moments when he felt Throttle's hands going for his belt. The two had seen each other naked before, though never under theses circumstances. Privacy wasn't always a luxury on Mars because of the war, and they had changed in front of each other so often Vinnie had lost count. He'd always done his best not to look, more out of fear of being discovered than modesty, but he'd seen enough over the years to know what was there. There wasn't going to be any surprises for either of them.

He nearly jumped when a hand slipped into his unzipped jeans and touched him. Heat swirled in his lower stomach, and he couldn't hold in the gasp as Throttle started to pull him out and stroke him. He clenched his eyes shut, trying to calm down, trying to force himself to breathe.

"Vincent," Throttle whispered. "Vincent, look at me."

He opened his eyes and saw that Throttle had removed his sunglasses, staring right at him. The cybernetic eyes didn't really look any different than regular eyes, and Vinnie could only imagine what it would be like to have such sight problems like his. It must be so frustrating, to not be able to see normally without the aid of his glasses.

Throttle's hand stroked slowly, making his body burn, before moving to the base and gripping lightly. Vinnie stopped thinking.

His own hands moved from Throttle's upper torso to his pants, fumbling in a very uncool way with Throttle's belt before getting it off and sliding the pants off of his hips just low enough to free Throttle of the uncomfortable pressure he knew the mouse had to be feeling.

"Gods Vincent," Throttle hissed when and let his head fall back on the arm of the couch. Vinnie let a single eyebrow arch. Throttle had been calling him by his proper name quite a lot lately.

He reached down and gripped Throttle's occupied hand and forced him to stop, even while his own brain was telling him that the wonderful hand job he'd been receiving didn't deserve to be viscously cut off in the middle. But he had something he wanted even more. Something he knew the tan mouse would appreciate.

He lowered himself onto Throttle, giving him a slow, but very sensual kiss. Once he was sure he had him preoccupied and wouldn't see it coming, he brought his hips down against Throttle's and literally dragged himself against him. Throttle's cry of shock and pleasure reverberated into Vinnie's throat and he jerked his hips.

Vinnie didn't think he'd ever felt so much pleasure in his life as he began to grind against him. He could barely think straight as his fingers dug into Throttle's hair, ravaging his mouth as he continue to move his hips. Keeping him mouth to him was the only thing that was keeping him from screaming out and losing control.

Throttle jerked underneath him, adding to the rhythm himself and Vinnie felt that oh so familiar ache in his loins. He usually had such excellent control of himself, but he knew that this wasn't one of those times. He pulled his lips away with a groan and laid his head in the crook of Throttle's shoulder.

"Throttle," he whimpered. "Throttle, I… I…"

"I know," his leader whispered and Vinnie felt Throttle's tail twisting lovingly around his own and a soft, completely chaste kiss on his cheek before he lost it.

White haze seemed to flash in his mind as he convulsed. Pleasure that was so unbearable it was almost pain was surging in him and all he could do was clutch onto Throttle and hope he wasn't swept away by it. After a while his body started to relax with the sweet aftertaste, and ever bone in his body felt like it had been turned to mush.

"Mmm," he heard Throttle moan out softly. "That felt good."
Vinnie just nodded his head against the other mouse's shoulder. There would be enough time for boasting later.

"We should move," Throttle noted.

"No," Vinnie pouted much like a kid being told he needed to go to school and wrapped his arms around Throttle's chest.

"We need to get cleaned up," Throttle said, and to Vinnie's annoyance he had more resolution than before.

"Fine," he muttered and stood up slowly, fixing himself and zipping his pants back up, watching Throttle as he did so as well. Honestly they were both a mess, and he knew it they let it dry it would be mortifying to try to get it out of their fur later on. "Well time is kinda of the essence here. Wanna shower together?"

This earned him an arched eyebrow before Throttle pulled him in a hug and gave him such a soft kiss Vinnie swore his knees would buckle.

"Sure," he breathed against his nose and pulled him gently to the bathroom.

As Vinnie enjoyed himself he wasn't aware of Modo outside the scoreboard door, blushing a deeper shade of red than Mars. Thank goodness that he had overheard them before he'd gone in or he didn't think any of them would ever live it down.

"Modo?" he heard a female ask and he looked over to see Charley.

"Charley Ma'am?" he asked. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see if Throttle and Vinnie were doing all right," she said and bit her lip in nervousness. "I sorta overheard you two talking earlier and sent Throttle over to talk to him. You know if they sorted things out?"

"Yes ma'am, I believe they did," he said as he averted his gaze. There were just some things you didn't discuss in public, with a lady no less.

Fortunately Charley seemed to get the point and she blushed too.

"Oh!" she said and swallowed. "Good for them then."

"Yes, good for them."

"Modo?" she asked.

"Yes, Charley ma'am?"

"You want to get some hotdogs?"

"Oh thank my momma, I thought you'd never ask," he said quickly and hightailed it away with her in tow.

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Hee hee, call it what you will but I loved that last little bit. Really, is there any other way for Modo to react in a situation like that?

Uh, I'm thinking this is probably the last chapter. There isn't much more I can think of for this story without making it way too mushy. Don't get me wrong, I adore fluff, but I find it a little hard to write it with these two. Chances are they'd just act normally and get on with this new aspect in their lives and I don't want this story to get to the point where it becomes superfluous.

Keep in mind I said probably. If there's something you'd like to see and I didn't put in I there, by all means, review and say so. I mean, this was intended as a one-shot, so if there's more to add, then I'll be happy to. I'm just out of ideas at the moment.

There was one review that requested he talk with Carbine. Anyone else think this is a good idea? 'Cause I'm half and half on it myself.

Oh and let me know if you liked the yaoi. I tried to keep it, and I know this is going to sound crazy, tame considering it was their first time. My roommates were all looking at me weird as I was writing, probably from all the giggling and blushing I was doing.