Heat Stress Burns and Cuts

Disclaimer: If you're looking for a short story to jack off to, this isn't it. This is a 3500 word story with one sex scene, the prime purpose of this is plot progression. If you don't like that, don't read. Same goes for those who don't like my writing style or the amount of time between installments of these chapters - writing is not my job, nor is editing. I write what I write, deal with it.

Note: To all those who have been waiting - I'm sorry - I have had obligations in life which have stopped my from publishing this installment until now. Hopefully you will enjoy this and accept the shortness of it - it's this or nothing. I will continue to write when the opportunity presents itself... Until then, enjoy this. Thank you for the continued support, hopefully this is as good as you want it to be.

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The thin wheels of the jet chirped on the Parisian asphalt with a ploom of smoke and exasperating G-Force. The jet taxied over to an area of departure. There sat a Rolls Royce for all of us to fit into. I opted to not have a motorcycle waiting for me, this was a business trip that was most certainly on a time crunch. My meeting with Odin was set, to take place in Boston only eight and a half days. We piled into the Rolls Royce and drove back to our old apartment. It was just as we left it, and it was so nostalgic.

The gentle trickle of the River Seine and the trembling trees being jostled by the wind signified I was indeed back at my previous home. It seems as though our neighbor made sure to keep the place clean as there wasn't a speck of dust anywhere. We all dropped our bags. I told Edward that he could take one of the two bedrooms. It had a pullout couch, however, he would need to contest with the grand piano that sat directly in the center of the room. But he was more than happy to come along. I made a mental note to find more work for Ed. It must be boring getting paid to do nothing but travel and hang out with friends, and occasionally protecting them, though the opportunity has only to arise once or twice. He seems to be like me, in that he needs to be doing something intellectual or physically stimulating in order to stay sane.

The Luc's were going to be sending their men to come and get us at 10:00pm tonight. So that gave us a little less than twelve hours to go and live it up in our city. We all got dressed and headed out to our favorite crepe shop for a late breakfast. Megan and I shared a couple of our favorites while Samantha and Ed each ordered sampler plates, per our recommendations.

After a filling and tasty treat, we split up. Sam, Megan, and Ed went to do some shopping. I went over to L'Ambroisiea to see Aldrich. Pushing open the tall, green doors I had moments of deja vú, it was less than a year since I had been full time here. The staff was prepping for tonight's service as I walked in, I saw some new faces and a lot of old ones. They all welcomed me back with handshakes and hugs. I saw there was a new head chef working. I asked my old friend, Jordan, where Aldrich was. He told me he now has an office on the other side of the restaurant and he is there now. I quickly made my way over, but not before picking a bottle of whiskey and two glasses from the bar. I walked through the archway to his office and set the whiskey down on his desk.

He glanced up quickly, and looked back down, as if it didn't register in his head that I was actually here. Not even a second after his head shot upwards and his eyes looked at me wide with joy, a massive grin came across his face. Without any words said he jogged over to me and enveloped me in a massive bear hug. He held me for a while, not wanting to let go - or so it seemed. He grabbed the whiskey and headed over to a couch that sat in the corner of his office. Poured us both a drink.

"To my prodigal son, returning for a short while." he toasted with a saddened smile on his face.

"You were more of a father than anyone else to me. If you ever need anything, you know I would come, don't you?" I asked.

"Of course, Daniel. And I, you." he said placing a hand on my knee. "Now, enough of this heartfelt shit, how's Megan's fine ass?" he asked.

"As fine as ever. She's gotten some new jewelry recently, in the form of a ring on her finger..." I said.

"You stupi... You lucky bastard!" he failed to stifle his grin, and laughed "Congratulations, Daniel!"

"She wants you to walk her down the aisle when we have the wedding. Don't ask me why she wants some old fuck to do that, it confuses me, honestly." I said with a chuckle, with a smile.

"Beats me too. But what really stuns me is how a solid 10 like Megan would want to marry an ugly asshole like you. Bewilders me, truely." He said, sipping his whiskey trying to remain straight faced, but failing miserably. "I would be honored to walk her down the aisle, do you know when the ceremony will be?" he asked.

"There is so much shit going on, that I don't know when we will have the time. Plus, there are some people after me because of this new position I have. It makes the future very uncertain." Aldrich's face turned to concern.

"Who is after you, and why?" he asked, moving closer to me.

"As you already know, my biological father was a very influential man," he nodded his head, "but what neither of us knew was exactly how influential he was. Aldrich, he could of assassinated the president and would've gotten off scot-free. A certain group, who normally work as mercenaries have decided to come after me for some reason, and I don't know why."

"But if your father was the influential one, then why are they coming after you?" he asked, his eyes full of confusion.

"Well, my father's position in this organization was hereditary..." I gave it a second for him to realize what I just said.

"So, you..." he started.

"Yes." I interrupted, finishing his thought.

"Fuck me. That is some deep shit." He said guzzling the contents of his glass, I quickly reciprocated.

"Indeed, my friend, and that's only scratching the surface. In fact, even the reason why I am back in Paris is on business, I need to help some very influential people thwart an assassination."

"But the part that I don't get is why these assassins would come after you without any motive. Are you sure you didn't fuck one of their daughters or something? What are they getting out of it?" he asked, changing the subject back to the previous one.

"That's a question I've yet to find answers to. Hearing you say it out loud only makes my concerns grow larger."

"I won't mention anymore of it, besides for one thing: I've always told you, no one does anything without reason or something to gain. Be it monetarily, or to gain power, not even charities. In order to find out more about these adversaries, you must find their motivation. What do they get out of it. That, my son, is the question." He finished. I agreed with him on many levels, but before I was able to express that, he spoke again "Now, how about us two get back into the kitchen and cook like the old days, huh?" He said grabbing my shoulder and walking with me.

The kitchen was empty as all of the prep work was already done. Aldrich let me borrow his knives, as I had left mine at the apartment. The smell of fresh garlic, the sound of fizzling butter, and the aromatic aroma of seared lamb wafted through the kitchen. Accompanied by deep laughs of two people who were so lost in the art of cooking that they forgot it was only a fading moment in a world much bigger than they were. But it didn't matter, because in that moment; they were bigger than everything else. Though soon, the reverie faded and life came back to us. With that, Aldrich and I agreed to meet again within a month as well as to keep in better contact.

I reached out to a Collective friend who ran a private contracting company in Paris. I told him to assign his best guys to watch over Aldrich. What Aldrich had said started to bore a hole deeper and deeper into my head. I tasked Shinobi with a job, and hoped that would turn up something. I walked out of the restaurant and started walking towards my meeting point with the rest of the gang.

"I'm... Confused." He said. I turned to my right and I saw a burly man, dressed in a cloak, sitting on the steps that led to an apartment. I instantly knew him as the Conqueror of the Sea, however, I had never seen him before. He was a tall and buff man, looking about 6'4", he wore a long, full, and unkempt beard that went down to his collarbone. His hair was shaved on the sides and he sported a long ponytail with miscellaneous different ties and such that trail down his long locks. He had a large sweeping scar that went right across his right cheek, ranging from above his eye, at temple-level, spanning all the way down to below his lower lip. His right eye was devoid of color, only a dull grey, it was obvious he had no sight out of that eye.

"What are you confused about...Conqueror?" I asked, not know what to call him by.

"Call me Sigmund, it is my name of course. I am confused by you, Daniel. Why return to a land which you have already been? When there is so much more to see? When I left Norway, I never returned. Even in my sacrifice to the all father. That was done at sea."

"Here, take a look at this." I said while pulling out my cell phone and opening Google Earth, he got up and stood close to me. "In my time, the world has already been fully mapped, and there is no corner of the earth that has yet to be undiscovered. I return to my home to save a man's life. I will have plenty of exploration in my life, but some matters are more important to me than traveling. It is all politics." I said.

"He's right you know, Sigmund." Said the politician, with an audible sigh coming from Sigmund.

"Larsson, why must you always interject your opinions?" Sigmund asked, visibly annoyed.

"I am a political advocate, dear boy, it is indeed in - if not encapsulating my job description. Hello Daniel, we've yet to meet. I am Larsson." he said extending his hand.

"Good to meet you Larsson. I take it you and Sigmund don't get along too well?" I asked both of them.

"No." they said in unison. Larsson spoke next "Different life views is all, champ. I like social power, he hates society as a whole. He would rather be sailing on his raft or whatever."

"It is a ship, you oaf." Sigmund said angrily.

"Rich, coming from you." Larsson snorted is retort.

"Larsson, Sigmund and I were having a chat before, could we please continue that in private? You and I will have plenty of time to talk, and I'm sure your skills and knowledge will come in very handy at a later date." I said, trying to tell him to fuck off diplomatically.

"Why of course, I look forward to speaking with you again, bub." he said, and in a flash, Larsson was gone. Leaving Sigmund and I alone.

"Sigmund, walk with me, will you? I must go meet my fiance and sister over at the Eiffel tower, you'll love to see it. You've never been here have you?" I asked.

"No I have not." he said.

"Great! So it is an adventure for you then. Let's go!" I said as I started to walk.

It was quite funny to see how much the hustle and bustle of Paris threw Sigmund off his game. He seemed to be a quiet man, he didn't talk much unless it was to either speak his mind on a hot button topic or satiate his unending curiosity. He stared at the architecture of the Parisian streets in awe. He finally spoke.

"I made it as far of the Mediterranean before my death. I heard rumors of Paris. They were all true. The Christian's can build cities as good as we can conquer them. Ha." he laughed dryly at his introspection.

"What happened? Your death, I mean." I asked, realizing that maybe my bluntness wasn't the greatest way to go about probing.

"An at-sea ambush. Because of my past of conquering and wartime victory, my seamen told me to sacrifice myself in the glory of Odin. We were so close." He said, still entranced in contemplation.

We headed back to find the rest of the gang. They were at the Eiffel Tower - certainly due to Samantha's incessant requests, as Megan and I both hate the grounds around the tower due to overpopulation of tourists. I found them all chilling on some benches just chatting, they were waiting for me to come over as well.

"Well, Sigmund, feel free to stick around and keep me company, or if you have any other questions feel free to ask. But, I need to go and see my girls for right now."

"Understood." He said reaching his hand out "Until next time, Daniel."

"Very soon, friend." I said, reciprocating his handshake.

I walked over and was welcomed by a peck on the lips from both girls. We decided that before we were to do anything else, we had to go and drop the shopping bags off back at our apartment. We all went to our favorite bar after sitting down to a dinner at L'Ambroisiea, Aldrich's said that we've no need to pay. We all sat at a corner booth, sipping drinks and enjoying our time in Paris. The dimly lit booth set the mood just right as I had my two dates underneath both of my arms. Edward was looking up and down the bar trying to find a target. He quickly zeroed in on his target, she was around five foot even, with beautiful shoulder length hair, she was busty in all the right places. We all encouraged him to go and talk with her. I even offered to wingman. However, when I made my proposition, he turned to see me sitting in a booth with two drop dead bombshells who each had a hand on either of my thighs, he snorted a laugh, hoisted his drink, and marched to the bar. I raised my drink in return and we watched him go to work.

He was good, he had her laughing in under a minute and was making physical contact in under three. I lost interest in the event when I started to feel the hands that were on my legs snake up to my inner thighs and eventually found their target in my crotch. Megan hooked her index finger onto the opposite side of my chin, and pulled it towards her, she kissed me deeply as I felt shuffling on the other side of me, and the ungraceful thump of someone getting under the clothed table. The gentle buzz on my fly unzipping was a warmly greeted surprise. Ripping my eyes away from Megan, I glanced over at Edward to see that he had began to make a B-line for the restroom with his companion. We locked eyes as I shot him a thumbs up and went back to kissing Megan, he reciprocated the thumbs up and headed into the Men's room. I felt hands around my dick as it started to harden in Samantha's skilled hands. She dipped her mouth onto it as I moaned into Megan's mouth.

Megan reached her hand down under Samantha's head and started massaging my balls, which didn't exactly help my stamina, however, I had Freyja's gift to enact, but I wasn't ready to introduce that just yet. They were really trying to get me to cum fast. Megan was practically dry humping one of my legs enthralled within our fling, and I could feel Samantha's masturbatory moans reverberating through my cock. I was getting really close to cumming, and they both knew that. Megan broke her kiss and put her face close to my ear.

"Go ahead, cum in her mouth, she'll catch every drop and you'll feel soooooo much better after releasing your pent up load. Come on Danny, cum for us." She moaned.

That's all it took for me, as I convulsed and twitched as a massive orgasm overcame me. I felt Sam let out a big moan as she felt my cum hit the back of her throat. After she was done swallowing my load she made her way back up from under the table and took her previous spot under my arm. It was only then I happened to look her up and down, to notice she was wearing a skirt. I whispered something into her ear, and she smiled in return. I turned to Megan and whispered in her ear as well.

"Sam is wearing a skirt and a g-string, you know what to do, right babe?" I asked, giving her an immediate peck on the lips after I posed the rhetorical question. She smirked and disappeared under the table. A couple seconds later I heard a gasp from Samantha.

I pulled her in for a kiss and played the same role that Megan did for me just moments ago. Seeing Samantha squirm was half the fun, but Megan was an expert at getting her off at this point. It wasn't long until I could feel her starting to fidget more, she was nearly ready to burst. As the true showmen I am, I gave her a motivation speech only she could hear.

"My fiance is under a table, at a public bar, and you're about to cum all over her fingers and tongue. You filthy slut, go ahead and cum already, make sure to look around the bar to see if anybody is watching you climax. Cum for us." I whispered as her head went on a swivel looking for people. She soon found that one guy had his eyes affixed to her and was watching with lust in his eyes, she kept her eyes on him as she went over the edge. This excited a deep and quite audible moan from Samantha as she came. In the throes of her climax she failed to notice that Edward had returned from his own escapades and was watching the entire thing. As soon as she came down from her mind numbing orgasm and broke eye contact with the random dude, she looked across the table and her cheeks started to redden. I guess it's different cumming in front of a bar full of strangers versus someone you're friends with. Not that the sentiment ever affected me...

I checked my watch and it read 9:28pm. We all headed out of the bar, piled into our town car, and headed back to the apartment. As soon packed the little amount of things that we had unpacked, I was informed by Vitur that the car was here to take us to Lake Como. The car drove us to a private helipad in the outskirts of Charles De Gaulle International, from there we took off and flew the two and a half hour flight to Domaso, Italy, where the Luc's lakeside manor was located.

The view of Lake Como was perhaps only overshadowed but the glooming promise of the alps to guard us. The contrast of the sea's flatness, and the mountains insane size was a site that could keep anyone entranced for hours. However - we have work to do. Jean Luc greeted us at the front door of his estate. His house was Mediterranean in styling, however it was taller than expected, at three stories. Large stone walls barricaded the driveway and the house; it was truly a fortress of regal sorts. The car which chauffeured us pulled into one of the arched garage bays and brought us into the fortress - it felt safe, in an unsafe kind of way. It is hard to explain, it is the kind of safety which I had in Boston - only the true inhabitants of the building feel safe, not the guests; it felt like the guests were fair game to the inhabitants if they so choose - it was frightening, not for me, but my companions. Megan and Samantha were by my side as we made our way into the living room. Standing in front of us was the Luc family; Jean, Alexis, and Abigail were there to greet us (Vitur narrated their names to me as I walked in). As far as first impressions went, Jean looked tough - the kind of person who Hiro would have me fight, he looked physically strong, however there was something off about him - but I couldn't place it. Alexis is his daughter, she is quite good looking, and she had something about her, it was written all over her face, she was trouble and peace rolled into one. His wife, Abigail had some attributes of Alexis' expression, but looked more tame - perhaps regal. The view of Lake Como was almost as stunning as the view of my bride-to-be. Though the looks might have not been as beautiful, the view was certainly more distracting. As I stared out to the blue unknown, Jean Luc spoke:

"Daniel, it is about time we met. We've got a lot to discuss."