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The radio buzzed with static, a careful tuning getting it making sound. A tinny voice spoke through it amongst background music.
“Governments worldwide are being pressured into passing bills that would grant all human-like species human rights. The main source of this is the rising influx of terrorism, targeted mostly at borrower breeding farms and pet stores. In related news, the hunt is still ongoing for two particular terrorists involved at the heart of this dangerous movement. Any information about the terrorists is greatly appreciated, if you have any useful information, call us on-” A thick finger turned off the radio, balling into a tight fist. The man sat back on his large motorbike, a hand moving to rest on the pile of boxes in the sidecar, fingers splayed out. He waited patiently, the darkness of the night comforting to him. Night was when he could work without being disturbed, a blanket of stars swaddling him. There was a small noise and he turned his masked face toward it, seeing a tiny figure sprinting from the dark factory, limping and hopping. The man set down his boot, the tiny scaling his leg easily, as though he’d done it a thousand times. He strapped into a special seat welded just in front of the actual seat, getting settled.
“We were on the radio again.” Mako grunted, his voice a lot deeper now. Rumbling. “They really want to catch us.”
Jamie laughed, putting in his earplugs as Mako revved up the large motorcycle, beginning to drive away from the factory. “As if!” He giggled. “Nobody can catch us!” He pulled a detonator from his pocket, holding it tight, peering behind them at the factory. This thumb lingered above the red button for just a second before he pressed it. Mako felt the heat on his back, feeling as though he was being roasted alive, the massive explosion shaking the ground beneath the speeding bike, the contents of the boxes from beside him screaming in fright then cheering with joy. Mako watched in the wingmirror, flaming chunks of the breeding farm raining down, a few scattered on the road in front of him.
“Cutting it a bit close!” He yelled over the revs of the engine, picking up speed, the dust billowing from his tires being the only thing left as they rounded the corner and hurtled into the outback, leaving fire and destruction in their wake.
Nothing felt better than this. The boxes open, the tiny people feeling dirt, actual dirt beneath their feet for the first time. Mako didn't expect them to trust him. He expected them to hide in fear away from him. But as he and Jamie cooked their meal over the fire, Mako noticed his lap getting full, mostly children at first, but then adults too. They felt safer near him, knowing he could save them all.
Jamie was ravenous, stuffing his canned ravioli into his mouth as he spoke, spraying food everywhere. “Great fuckin’ place, New Zealand! They got entire villages now, just for us tiny people! Nobody else allowed in!” The people listening to him were awestruck. “Of course, it's hard to get everyone here over there, but me and this big bastard try our best, eh, Mako?”
“Mhm.” The fenced off areas of his home country were practically everything proof. Supervised by humans, they allowed tinies to live in peace. Mako was unsure if Australia would give tinies rights any time soon, but over there they were free.
Once the fire died down, the little people were safely put back in their boxes, stacked in the sidecar. Mako leant against a rock, hands moving up to push back his mask. He'd gained a scar between his teen years and then, a knife wielding anti-rights bastard. Mako had enjoyed feeling his neck crunch beneath his palm.
Jamie stretched as he stood on Mako's tummy, showing off his back. Where, before, he had a painful looking tattoo of his breeding number, 291, there was now a flaming skull tattoo. It suited him a lot more. “Pretty cold night, big guy.” Jamie grinned as he spun on his heel to face Mako. His tiny nose was scrunched in a naughty smile. “I might freeze to death if I don't go somewhere nice and warm.” He gyrated his hips a little, palms rubbing his chest in what he thought was a seductive way.
Mako shrugged. “I could roast you over the fire like a marshmallow. That would keep you warm.”
Jamie growled in protest and kicked one of Mako's nipple rings, yelping as he hurt his foot, hopping slightly. “You know what I mean!”
Rolling his eyes, Mako slipped a thumb beneath his waistband, pulling his trousers and underwear away from his body. That seemed what Jamie was looking for and he yawned and stretched on his way toward it. “Wake me when we go. Or don't, you know how I like being pinned.” He snickered as he crawled into Mako's pants, a little lump beneath the blue cloth as Mako moved his hand back to cradle the back of his head. The little movements tickled for just a moment before Jamie settled to sleep. It was a favourite spot of his and Mako didn't mind. It kept him close.
The morning was comfortable and Mako heaved himself to his feet, hoisting up his pants tight to his body, feeling Jamie wriggle around some. “Five more minutes…” He grumbled and Mako snorted with a smile, donning his mask and stoking the fire to make himself a coffee.
Once sufficiently caffeinated, Mako sat on his bike, feeling Jamie scramble to not be crushed, and laughed as he saved him, holding him in a loose fist. “You okay?”
Jamie scowled at him. “I only wanted a little more sleep!” He whined, wriggling to be put down to strap himself into his seat with a click.
Mako leant down, pushing up his mask so he could kiss Jamie's shoulder. They had a long way to go yet, it wouldn't do to dwell on upset.
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The bike roared into Sydney, panicked onlookers leaping out of the way as the pair barrelled toward the airport. They knew someone. They'd done this a thousand times.
“Why do you look so down, Jamison?” The woman asked as she made sure to put the tinies in special carriers so they wouldn't be hurt on the flight over. “Marital problems?”
Jamie squinted. “What does that mean? That M word?”
Mako smirked. “As in marriage? Being married?”
Jamie's face lit up. “Okay! Yeah, let's do that!”
“What…get married?” Mako was beaming under his mask.
“Yeah! Come on, let's go!”
Poor Jamie. Mako knew they couldn't get married anywhere. Not even in New Zealand. But he imagined taking him to meet his family, having a traditional wedding. He knew Jamie would probably die of lust if he did a wedding Haka.
The rest of the day was free to them and Mako decided to take Jamie for food. It was pretty simple, fish and chips with donuts for after, but they enjoyed sitting on the pier and eating together. Jamie was very greasy.
There was a moment of silence before Mako spoke. “Do you remember when we met? Seems so long ago now…” He didn't know if Jamie would remember. He'd been hurt by a human before, sustained head trauma that had scrambled his brains slightly. “At my sixteenth birthday.”
Jamie looked up at Mako with a smile. “You let me choose my own name. And I pissed in my bed!”
Mako huffed out a laugh. “I was more going for how far we've come, but okay.” He licked his greasy fingers and picked up another chip, staring out at the lapping waves.
“You okay, big guy?” Jamie asked after a pause, hand on Mako's finger. “You look sad.”
With a smile, Mako nodded. “Just thinking about hitting a pet shop while we're here.” He gestured behind himself. “What do you think? Up for it?”
Jamie paused. “...can we have sex after?”
Mako shrugged. “If you like.”
“Hell yeah! Let's go!”
When they finished their food, Mako threw the wrappers in the bin, walking toward his bike, rummaging for his gun and Jamie's explosives. They were quiet now, game faces on as Mako loaded his scrap and tightened his mask. A regular old holdup. He loved those. Setting Jamie on his shoulder, he parked the bike where it would be easiest to get to and smiled sideways at the tiny man in his shoulder, his wild grin warming his heart and making him flutter.
“You ready?”
“Let's fuckin’ go!”