An Agreement to Disagree On [[Ryker/ Apollo]] MA

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Apollo snarled back in the face of his uncle's fury as he watched the man sweep out of the room. Did Jeta honestly think he would sit back and watch Ryker be killed? Servants or no, Apollo ran to the windows, flinging them wide. Let them try and stop him. He'd kill them all.

With deadly intent, Apollo flung himself from the window, jumping with ease across the balconies and flying buttresses. He had to get to Ryker before everyone else and warn him! Damn his uncle to hell for this!

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Ryker stood after sometime making his way to his barracks with a smile on his face. He headed back to his room, feeling better than he had in ages. He'd shower, then go to see Gemeni. Gods, it just was good to be home.

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While Ryker was enjoying his stay home, Apollo was currently running his ass off trying to outrun that idiot Slade and the other Reapers that had been sent out. He scurried down the same pipeline that Ryker had scrambled through earlier, somhow following the male's old trail exactly.

Apollo distantly wondered how he was going to convince the Division not to kill him on sight, but he had to try! But first...he needed to find the Division.

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Ryker showered, making sure to wash his body of the last vestiges of sex and tiredness. He wrapped a towel around his waist, walking out of the bathroom and colliding with a broad chest.

"Oof--watch it!" he said frowning. "Ryker?" said the large male with long red hair.

"Garrison!" Ryker said, smilling. Garrison looked at Ryker. "VIPER!" he hollered. "You're alive!" he grinned, hugging the male.

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Apollo decided that the next chance he got, he was going to kill his uncle. Quick and clean. That's how it was going to go down. He blind sided a Reaper as he passed, the man hitting the ground, dead, never knowing what hit him.

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Ryker sighed as Garrison sat down on his bed, filling him in on what he'd missed in the span of the three days he'd been gone. Ryker got dressed, shaking his head as Garrison told him about the goings on. He frowned as he heard about the numerous deaths over in the westside. "Alright, I'll go investigate after I go see Gemeni." he nodded.

"I don't think that's such a good--" Garrison began, but Ryker was already gone.

Ryker walked down the familar subterranian halls, humming slightly to himself as he drew closer to Gemeni's room. He slowed as he heard muffled sounds coming from in the room. He drew his dagger, wondering if a struggle was going on. He stopped short when he heard a familiar moan.

"Ummm...deeper..." came the voice of someone he never wanted to hear outside of his bed....

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Apollo sat crouched on the top of a decrepit building, looking out to where he thought the Division base to be. He watched it, making sure that no was going in. If he had to, he'd take out every Reaper that approached the place. Feeling gruff and irritated, he sat there and just watched.

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Ryker shook--from fury, from betrayal, from sadness--he didn't know. It was an amalgamation of emotion as he stood outside of that door for what seemed like hours. He couldn't bring himself to open it--just stand there.

"AH! Gem..." came the moan from inside. Ryker clenched his jaw as hot tears trailed down his pale cheeks.

"I love you...Symion..." came the groan from inside as both cried out their orgasms. Ryker's eyes went wide, and he let out an anguished scream, plunging his dagger into the door with a force he didn't know he possessed. There was a start from inside of the room and a few moments later, Gemeni--a tall, handsome middle aged male with dark, short salt and pepper hair appeared in the hallway, naked, followed by a young male in his mid twenties who had dark hair that was normally tied in a ponytail but flooded over his shoulders and around his handsome tanned face. He had at least deigned to cover himself in a pair of loose pants.

They looked around, daggers and pistols in hand before their eyes landed on a figure they thought they'd never see again. Symion and Gemeni's eyes both widened as they looked at Ryker, his shaking, furious form, the clear, crystalline tears falling down his beautiful face.

They stared at each other for a long time, until Gemeni found his voice. "Ryker...I--" A lightening strike hit him, and he flew backwards, body covered in bruises from the flury of punches just delivered to him. Ryker stood shaking fists clenched, as he turned to Symion, tears falling down his face. "How could you?" he asked calmly--too calmly.

Symion looked about ready to cry himself. "Ry...I'm sor--"

"DON'T YOU DARE SAY YOU'RE FUCKING SORRY!" Ryker growled slamming the male against the wall, the male's feet dangling from the floor as Ryker held the taller bulkier male by the neck. "Do you even know half of the hell I put myself through trying to get back here--to you?!" he growled. "I've got fucking Reapers on my ass, and an Enforcer after me--all because I wanted to come back to you. But I see what the fuck you've been doing behind my back!!" He growled, tossing the male with all his strength. Symion groaned as his body collided with the floor.

Ryker turned, "Since you want me gone--fuckers that what I'll do. But the next time I see you, I'll kill you both with my bare hands." he said coldly as he walked back to his room, angrily wiping at the tears. Garrison stood in his room, his duffle bag on the bed, packed.

Ryker just looked at him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he snapped.

"I'm going with you, little bro. There's some things you need to know." he said. Ryker turned on Garrison. "You knew about them?!" he said loudly.

Garrison shook his head. "No! Not until you disappeared anyway--I heard them talking. I'll tell you about it later, after you've calmed down, alright?" Garrison said, looking at the little male.

Ryker just stared at him, long and hard until he just sighed--all of his energy just--gone. He turned to his few things and began to pack them.

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Apollo grew more and more irritated. He couldn't sit and watch the entrance all day, nor could he make sure Reapers stayed away from the Division. However, he didn't want Ryker's death. The Reaper felt himself at an impasse. He had just risen to pace when he was jumped from behind, pinned to the ground by some unknown Reaper.

"You were told not to leave for the Radantion dog and yet here you are." The man sneered. "Who knew you'd sink so slow." Apollo raged in fury at the male. Before the Reaper knew it, the tables had been turned.

"And you talk to much." In one quick movement, Apollo had slit the Reaper's throat in a spray of blood. Frown as he was splattered with red, Apollo ripped the two-way at the male's belt. "Breaker, breaker." Apollo rasped. "Anyone who tries for the escaped Radantion dies." He shut off the frequency before he could get a reply. He was through playing.

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Ryker sighed as he and Garrison made their way away from the Division. They would stay the night in a secret apartment in Radaa, before heading away from the city for good. Ryker couldn't take it anymore, and Garrison would follow the boy to the ends of the earth.

Ryker looked out at the battle scene, grabbing his laser pistol but still keeping his daggers close. Garrison had wrapped his ankle and injected him with a Healer, so the pain lessened.

They headed out into the thick smoke, Ryker leading his larger friend around most of the fray, murdering unsuspecting Reapers as they went.

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Whoever set off that smoke bomb was so in trouble! Apollo coughed, covered from head to toe in black soot. As he was killing off his own men, he thought he saw a flash of blond hair along with a pair of familiar legs. Ryker?

Apollo was off like a shot, running swiftly and low to the ground as he chased after the male he had seen only hours earlier.

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Garrison had just snapped the neck of a Reaper that had launched himself at Ryker. "GO, Now!" he cried, as another Reaper fought him head on. Ryker spun on his heel, drawing his daggers and spinning them expertly, jumping on the Reaper and slashing his neck from behind. The male's head fell forward, a fountain of gushing blood spurting from his nearly severed neck.

Ryker leapt backwards. "Garrison, let's move it!" he said to the male, as the redhead nodded, adjusting his pack before following after Ryker.

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Apollo tried to keep the Reapers off of Ryker as best he could, sword cutting appendages in smooth arcs. That's when he saw it. A slight gap in the smoke. He wasn't sure where Ryker and his companion were running, but it was the wrong way as another group of Reapers surged to the forefront.

Gritting his teeth, he charged both Ryker and Garrison, knocking them both out of harm's way. He sprawled after the two, all three of them tumbling through a hidden crack in the street. Someone's basement perhaps. At any rate, the Reapers were now a long way off, as was the smoke. That was a small blessing since Apollo had landed atop Ryker, trying to couch through the dust they had disturbed.

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Ryker grunted at the weight on top of him, crushing him into his bag. Garrison was a few few away, standing swiftly and hauling Apollo off of Ryker, a sword to his neck. Ryker sat up, coughing as he looked at Garrison. His eyes registered familiar blue eyes in the darkness and he stood.

"Garrison--no!" he said forcefully. "Leave him be."

Garrison looked confused. "He's a Reaper." he said plainly.

"No shit, sherlock." Ryker said deadpanned. "Let him go. He's...an ally." he said, looking at Apollo.Garrison looked at Apollo with a scathing glare, before letting the male go, gruffly.

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Apollo didn't so much as twitch when he felt the sword at his neck, simply blinked soot from his eyes. "Sorry about that." The male stumbled when he was letting go. He coughed, clearing his throat to speak. "I had to find you Ryker. They're coming for you. Jeta is more pissed than I had anticipated." He gave a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.