THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB Yul Written by Lady Poetess egiggles at moose-mail.com /~bbp Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive. ONE A swordsman and a gunman. Always take out the gunman first. The assassin under ordinary circumstances would have immediately gone for Julian McMahon first. It was common sense as if he tried to take down Hayden Christensen, Julian would have plenty of opportunities to riddle his back with bullets. Always take out the one who attacks from a distance first. Except in this situation, the assassin was well aware that Julian, unlike the run-of-the-mill snipers that he bore no fondness of, would play hard. Julian would do his damned best to keep a distance between him and the assassin until he had exhausted every fucking bullet in his three guns that he always carried on his body. It was unlikely that Julian would reach that point since he was a bloody good shot. Julian also deliberately made sure that the assassin ended up in a room where Julian had a few dozen items of his prized gun collection hanging from the wall within his reach. The assassin had no doubt that every gun was fully loaded and functional. Hayden would be easier to take out. The assassin knew that the younger man was a yumitori that was trained by his uncle, the eccentric Mackenzie Christensen that was considered one of the final last true samurais of the world. Hayden's hands however trembled slightly as he gripped his wakizashi - a slight tremor that would have unnoticed to all but a fellow ninja like the assassin who was said to be able to detect a stray grain of sand in a white floor from six feet away. Hayden was afraid of the assassin but he was trying very hard to put on a defiant front even as the slight tremor of his hands betrayed him. The assassin did not make any move. His face was unmasked. He had no need to hide his identity because the two men already knew him as well as he knew them. "None of us has to die today," the assassin said. "Is he worth losing your lives for?" "You can try to take the two of us down," said Julian. Unlike Hayden, he betrayed no fear. Unlike Hayden, like the assassin, Julian had spent years killing and fighting for his life, so he had made peace with death a long time ago. "Even if you succeed, Jeremy and Noam are with Andy." The assassin merely smiled insolently even if he cursed in his head. Jeremy Northam and Noam Jenkins would be even tougher to take down compared to Julian and his fresh-faced swordsman. A gunman and a swordsman were both predictable. Jeremy however was unpredictable as the man had this unusual ability to use any item at his disposal as a deadly weapon. Noam favored more conventional weapons - usually a pair of sai - but he was near superhuman in his agility and dexterity. Taking on two very fast men trained to kill and with unpredictable styles and movement pattern would test the assassin's abilities to the limit, especially when he knew that the two men, like Julian, would make sure that the room would be filled with all kinds of items stacked to Jeremy's benefit. When Jeremy could and had in the past snuffed out the life of a hulking four hundred pound (all muscle, not fat) bodyguard of a Vegas crime boss using only a ballpoint pen, the assassin could easily imagine that even a vase and a table in a room would prove deadly in Jeremy's hands. "He's our friend. We thought you were our friend!" Hayden said, his voice like his hands containing a barely detectable tremor that betrayed. no, not fear, like the assassin initially suspected, but anger. Hayden was angry that the assassin had betrayed their friendship. Knowing a little of Hayden's past with Julian, the assassin gave Hayden an amused look. "Don't tell me you're a hypocrite as well, Hayden. You know as much as me that friendship is a useful mean to get close to your target." "That barb is better off directed at me, Yul," Julian cut in with his low and icy voice. "I was the one who befriended Hayden to protect his target, not the other way around. And my friendship with Hayden is real." "Yeah? You've brought him here from his beloved's side to that he can die," Yul told the man, deliberately coating his words with cruel nonchalance. Julian didn't flinch but he noticeably swallowed. "I wanted to come. Andy is a friend of mine who must be protected from the likes of you," Hayden said. Despite his better judgment, Yul found himself envying his target for this protectiveness that Andy had with these people. So many friends willing to slay dragons and even die for Andy. Yul wondered whether Andy knew how lucky he was. "Don't be so dramatic," said Yul. He was loathed to harm even a hair on any one of these men - Julian, Hayden, Jeremy, and even Noam who had been slightly suspicious of him from the start. "My orders are to bring Andy back. I'm not going to harm him." "Who knows what they would do to Andy if you bring him back!" Hayden said defiantly. "I like Michael Weatherly but he can be a mean son of a bitch at the same time," came Jeremy's voice from above. Yul looked up and saw Jeremy standing at the balcony, a crossbow in his well-trained hands with the deadly barb of an arrow aimed straight at the center of Yul's forehead. "Sorry, I got tired of waiting for you to show up and play. Can't let Jules and Hayden have all the fun," Jeremy said with his usual good cheer that often had his opponents underestimating him. Yul lunged for Hayden. At the same time something slammed into his back like the force of a bullet train. It could only be Noam, waiting for an opportunity to attack Yul from behind. At the same time, Julian fired. Yul staggered. He felt the touch of a blade against his neck. He closed his eyes and awaited death. He opened his eyes a few seconds later. His knee hurt like hell, although Yul could tolerate pain like he was trained to, since Julian had deliberately aimed at him there to prevent him from making any more sudden moves. Hayden pressed his blade against Yul's neck, drawing a thin slice of blood from the pressure while Noam pressed a blade against the back of Yul's neck. Jeremy hadn't fired his crossbow but he held it in a steady aim at Yul. The message was clear: he would fire if Yul even make any more sudden moves. "The only reason we haven't killed you is because Andy begged us not to," Noam whispered into Yul's right ear. "And we all know that your orders are to exterminate Andy, not to bring him back to the fold. Who do you think let us know of your moves?" Damn Michael Weatherly. Noam had deliberately told Yul in a few simple words that that man, who was known simply as Operations, one of the two shadowy leaders of the covert organization that Yul belonged to, had deliberately betrayed him. The reason was obvious: Yul was the tool of Oversight, Operations' most powerful nemesis. The ultimate heads of the organization deliberately put two men who hated each other in power so that one would never overshadow the other in terms of influence and become too powerful as a result. Operations had made it clear since the inception of transgenic research that he did not support the research and he would not lay a finger to contribute in any way to the research. This was all talk to Yul and the others at first since Operations' jurisdiction did not cover research and technology development. Yul knew now however that Michael Weatherly, that fucking bastard, would not hesitate to covertly sabotage the transgenic research program. "If you let me go, I'll go after Andy again. You cannot protect him all the time," Yul said. He closed his eyes as a familiar pain seized his heart. "If you value your friendship with Andy, kill me." "There's no need. We'll just set you up and get you put away," said Jeremy. "We don't do that rampant killing bullshit anymore, didn't I tell you that? Hear that? The cops are coming. For you, of course." Yul hissed as Julian unloaded a few more clips into his already damaged knees. "There, you're not even going to crawl anywhere," said Julian with satisfaction. "Shall we go, gentlemen?" asked Jeremy, his crossbow still aimed at Yul. ONE Three years later Yul walked along the corridor of the state-of-art detention facility. This place, unnamed and unmarked on any map of the United States of America, was designed to hold inconvenient killing machines like him. It housed the most inhuman - in some cases, literally inhuman - inmates that would make the most savage third-world country prison look like a playground in comparison. None dared to even look at Yul as he confidently walked along the hallway. No guards escorted him. From the moment three hulking brutes tried to rape Yul in the showers on Yul's first day in this prison to countless brutally attacked prisoners and guards later, Yul made it as clear as day that anyone who tried to mess with him would pay dearly for even trying to. As a result, Yul was left alone for the last three years. Yul was pleased. He didn't have to rape anyone to make a point, therefore he didn't have to risk contracting any diseases, and he on the whole could do pretty well what he wanted. He wasn't even that lonely because his dearest friend and enemy Oscar Roddick visited almost daily. Yul had three years to dwell on how he once tried to kill the man he had allowed to get under his skin and realized that he would not survive if he went ahead and destroy Andy. Initially this was an acceptable consequence as he was a tool of Oversight and he would simply put a gun to his head when he wanted to join Andy in death. Oversight allowed him to languish in this prison, however, so Yul considered his loyalty to that man pretty much done for. Today was his final day in this prison. It would be terrifying even for Yul to realize that he was free in more ways than one. He had no longer any loyalty to Oversight and therefore he was no longer a man living only to obey orders. He was. free to do whatever he wanted. He didn't know what he would do with so much terrifying freedom at his hands. But one thing he knew was clear. Andrew Stephen Roddick finally managed to get Operations to pull some strings to obtain Yul's freedom. Yul knew that Michael Weatherly had secured Yul's loyalty, which was clearly the man's intention behind his aid of Andy, but he didn't concern himself too much with that fact. He was used to being someone's tool and weapon, after all. One master was as good as another. Yul would pledge his loyalty to Michael without any grudge on his part, however, because Operations allowed him this second chance with Andy. And there was Andy, waiting in the parking lot, his boyish face giving Yul a grin as he leaned against his car. It was the very car in which Yul kissed Andy for the very first time. "My Harvard genius," Andy started to say. It was his way to tease Yul just as Yul would like to tease Andy during their happier days for being the tennis pro. Yul wanted to say, "Hello, my tennis coach," but he couldn't. He pressed his lips against Andy's in a kiss and his pent- up lust exploded forth. Andy had the door opened for Yul to get it but Yul only pushed Andy onto the backseat. Andy wanted it as badly as Yul too, so he was only happy to pull down his jeans just in time for Yul to pull down his zip and drove his hard cock into Andy's tight hot ass and pumped that man hard and furiously. "We didn't even close the door!" Andy laughed as he sat back against his seat and let the breeze cool his bare torso. "Was it a new record? I came in five seconds and I think you came just a few seconds after!" "Well, I'll be much less quick in the future," promised Yul with a grin. "You'd better. I'd hate to imagine that I worked this hard to get you out only to get a premature ejaculator. Might as well let you kill me the last time if that is the case." Andy caught Yul's look. "Hey, I'm just teasing, Yul," he hastened to tell Yul as he reached out his hand to lightly caress Yul's cheek. "You were doing your job, I understand. I hope that you know that I have no hard feelings, man, which is why I am here with you." Yul had to know. "Why are you here with me, Andy?" "Because I love you, you silly ass," Andy said. He might as well hit Yul in the chest with a hammer. He might as well been discussing the weather, given his light tone when he made the announcement. "You l-l-l-love me?" Yul had never stammered in his life until now. "Of course. But if you're sure you love me back, you don't have to force yourself to tell me anything until you're ready to do so," said Andy. He grinned at Yul. "Yul, you love me too, you know. It's one of those things that just happened when we met each other and hit off so easily." "I was pretending to be your friend to get close to you," Yul started to say. "And you eventually realized that you were not pretending anymore," Andy told him. "I understand." "How can you understand?" asked Yul. He was getting frustrated now. "I don't really understand what I am feeling nowadays." "Hey, I'm a robot, remember?" Andy reminded the other man. "I'm programmed to analyze emotions accurately." TWO Andy Roddick was a robot. As Yul kissed the supple skin along Andy's back reverently, he knew that Andy might appear human to the people around him, underneath Andy's very human skin and muscles were circuitry and components designed by the most elite of human intelligence to allow Andy to move and act with speed and strength beyond human capabilities. Andy's human brain allowed him to remain human enough to fit in this world, but the brain was modified and enhanced with chips and wires. Andy didn't eat or drink since he had no digestive system. Instead, he obtained his fuel from gas stations and drank it the way a human would drink coffee. Yul teased a purr of pleasure from Andy as he let the tip of his tongue trace the faint square outline of the fleshy panel at the lowest point of Andy's back. Earlier, Andy had allowed the panel to come loose so that Yul could reattach a wire that had come loose during a particularly intense orgasm of Andy. Andy could still feel pleasure as his skin still had all the necessary nerve ends and G-spots. While Andy's cock could be programmed into becoming erect, Andy couldn't really experience orgasm when he was using his cock on another person. However, with Yul, Andy learned that he could experience sexual pleasure by letting Yul fuck him in the ass. His anus was especially sensitive to contact and friction so every time Yul's cock filled and emptied his anus, Andy's nerves were set on fire until his entire body threatened to heat up from the unbelievably pleasurable sensations that seized his body. As Yul plunged his thick cock into Andy's anus, Andy arched his back and cried Yul's name out in joy. His beautiful green-blue eyes were tinged with red as his system was sent into overdrive. Yul didn't care if he was fucking a man who was more machine than man. His cock was in a hot and tight ass, but the veins in his cock burned as that cock plunged in and out of an anus that was clearly different from that of Yul's previous human lovers. The muscular walls of Andy's anus were unnaturally smooth as if they were made from plastic-like material. Yul didn't mind the differences at all because Andy's insides heat up as Andy approached orgasm and the increasing heat only stimulated Yul's cock to an intense degree. When Andy came, his anus would release a jolt of electrical energy that would cause every nerve end on Yul's cock to be aroused to breaking point, causing Yul to experience an orgasm that was so intense every time that he was sure his heart would explode during his ecstasy. "Yul! Oh yes, I'm coming! Give it to me, love!" Andy cried out as Yul fucked him harder until the motel room echoed with the sounds of their loud slapping flesh and the violent creaks of the bed. And then there was a shocking release of electrical energy on Yul's cock that caused his pubic hair to stand on their ends. Yul's already sensitized cock swelled even harder as Yul cried out in pleasure. He was pouring every drop he had to offer into his lover until his balls ached and he felt drained to the very core of his being. Because Andy's rectum was not continuous with any part of his body, it became a pleasant after-fuck routine for Andy to spread the cheeks of his asshole and knelt over Yul's head as Yul hungrily lapped at his semen that he had deposited up Andy's ass. Sometimes Andy would lay back and Yul would eat out of his ass instead. Yul would lap and suck at Andy's well-fucked ass until he had a mouthful of come, which he then shared with Andy with lusty kisses. Andy couldn't taste the come but he could feel the pleasurable sensations of being kissed and having Yul's cock plunging in and out of his mouth. Being a robot, he didn't have a gag reflex so he could take Yul in his mouth all the way to Yul's balls without any effort. Now that they both no longer had to hide their real identities from each other, Andy opened his mouth wide and effortlessly took every inch Yul had to give until Yul was fucking his mouth violently the way he could never do with another man. Andy deliberately made swallowing sounds and his throat moved accordingly in its peristaltic rhythm just to keep up the human pretense, but his pleasure was genuine. He loved the feel of a cock in his mouth and the nerve ends along his throat and in his mouth were on fire. Sure enough, he experienced an intense orgasm just from sucking Yul's cock. When Yul ejaculated down his throat with a masculine roar, Andy effortlessly swallowed every drop. However, he made sure he acted like he was having at least a little difficulty in handling Yul's huge load for the sake of realism. And then Yul was kissing Andy again, his tongue sensually rubbing and teasing Andy's as the man drank some of the juices still in Andy's mouth. Yul's cock was still hard despite his orgasm. Andy pushed Yul back down on the bed and straddled the man. As he rode Yul's cock, he didn't mind for once that he was not completely human. He could go on and on for as long as Yul wanted, and as a result, he'd bet Yul would never settle for a mere human lover again after having experienced him. "What are you thinking?" asked Yul quietly from where he was lying on the bed, watching Andy. "About me. You." Andy sighed and turned to look at Yul. The room was dark but he could active night vision and see Yul's face perfectly. "Mostly me and my wires." Yul didn't misunderstand. "You're good enough for me. Remember how we first met? You and me, in that club, with you teaching me how to play tennis? I thought you were so cute back then." "And you were such a terrible player. You still are," said Andy with a chuckle. "Yeah? Maybe if I can analyze the speed of the ball and all that, I would be as good as you," Yul said. Andy laughed. It was only with Yul that he was relaxed enough to laugh about Yul's teasings about his robotic aspects. Ever since he was created, he realized that he was different from the men who performed tests on him and later gave him missions to carry out. He realized that he preferred being with people rather than killing them. When he discovered that he was being targeted for termination due to his "system flaws", he ran. He had been running until he met the rogue transgenic James Hyde who introduced him to Michael Weatherly. Michael had been protecting him ever since. It was Michael who warned Andy about Yul but Andy ignored his warnings, knowing even then that Yul was his destiny. It wasn't just mathematics, it was how his still human heart beat faster when he was with Yul, just like how he felt as if he was at home finally when he was with Yul. He knew Yul felt the same way too. They were both outsiders who found a place to belong in each other's arms. "I didn't know who my parents are. So to me, you're my father, brother, and lover," Yul had told him a few weeks after Andy began visiting the man in his prison. Yul placed his palm against the glass, against Andy's palm on the other side, and they both cursed the glass pane from preventing them from touching. "And my friend." He looked at Andy, confusion clear on his face. "And I tried to kill you. because I was trained to follow orders above all. You should have been above all, Andy. I know that now. Can you forgive me?" "Sure," Andy told Yul. He understood. He had been trained to follow orders above everything. Only, maybe because he was a robot, he quickly realized the fallacy of such a way to live. Yul was teaching Andy a lot about accepting and even appreciating the non-human aspects of himself. Yul however didn't have the same advantages as Andy so Andy couldn't blame the man for being human. He had deliberately played the weak and terrified victim to Jeremy and Julian who had become his friends through Michael and those men along with their friends came to Andy's "rescue" like he and Michael thought they would. Everything worked out well, Andy thought, pleased, as he reached over to give Yul a sleepy kiss. THREE Yul rammed his elbow into Noam's stomach. As Noam fell back, Yul followed with a roundhouse kick that saw the sole of his foot pinning Noam by the neck against wall. He exerted enough force to hold the man against the wall some inches off the floor but not enough to cut off Noam's breathing or cause any pain. "I am starting to believe that your legendary speed is overrated," said Yul as he removed his foot. "Or are you deliberately holding back on me?" "Shut up, Yul. No need to rub it in," Noam said as he rubbed his neck. "I was caught unaware, that was all." "Yeah, just like I was when you hit me in the back those years ago," Yul couldn't resist saying. "Fuck you," Noam said, but his voice lacked any heat. "I probably deserved that," he said. "You did the right thing though," Yul told him. "I'm always grateful for you and the others for protecting Andy from me." "He's a nice kid. Doesn't deserve whatever shit your boss had in mind for him." "Ex-boss." Yul dusted some dirt from his dark trousers. He and Noam were at the roof of a building in the city. He didn't know which building. He followed Noam without really caring where they were going, intending only to deliver some playful payback on Noam. "So, what are you doing at this time of the night? You were supposed to be a quiet shareholder and harmless society fop by day. and Batman by night?" "None of your business, Yul." "Andy is away and I'm bored. My neat little office job only keeps me occupied from nine to five. You could use a little help, I'm sure." Yul blinked when he realized that he was addressing the empty air. He caught a brief sight of the top of Noam's head as the man leapt off the roof. "You're not getting away so easily," Yul said, enjoying himself now, as he leapt off the building after Noam. While Yul was giving chase to Noam thousands of feet from the ground, Andrew Roddick was playing chess with the man known as Oversight. "Check mate," Oversight said, moving his queen in place. "You lose, Andy." "So you've got me," Andy said. "Damn." "You have some fucking nerves walking in here as if you own this place," Oversight said as he placed his pieces back in place on the board. "Another game?" "Sure," Andy said with regards to the game. "You offered me an open invitation to come back here. I just happened to come back here alive rather than in pieces like you expected." "So Yul failed me." Oversight shrugged as if he couldn't care much about the problem. "I'll just kill him and then you." "Yul assumed from Noam's words that Operations betrayed him," said Andy. He took a deep breath. "It was you, not Operations, who betrayed Yul. Am I right?" Oversight smiled and studied Andy's face. "You're only part human. I remembered how they brought in the body of the man that you once were. You were the sole survivor of a car crash that took out your family members - oh, don't look at me like that, none of us had anything to do with the accident. I ordered them to fix you up. Because of him." "Him?" "Yul," Oversight said bluntly. "My son." Andy took a harsh intake of breath, shocked. "Yul didn't know, of course. He's my son. His mother was once of the best spies we've ever had, until she died for the cause." Oversight calmly moved his pawn forward on the chessboard. "I would probably never forgive her for not telling me about our son. But I can understand why she chose to do so. Our lives were harsh and we rarely find our happy endings in this life. If Madeline told me that she wanted our son to live as a normal person, I'd agree with her. She just didn't trust me after all I did for her." Andy couldn't bear to watch the pained emotions flicker on the face of the man he had considered his enemy for so long. "Why are you telling me this? And why did you betray Yul?" he had to ask. "You came here looking for answers. You are thinking of Yul and not yourself when you first came here, am I right? You are hoping that I would consider sparing Yul's life, perhaps even bargain for Yul's life with yours." "Actually, I came here hoping to kill you," confessed Andy. He moved his pawn across the board. Oversight laughed. "I like you. I always thought it was a pity that we couldn't eradicate the last of your humanity. But when I saw you with him." He paused, to capture Andy's knight with his bishop and to think before he speak next. "Or perhaps Madeline knew that I am not as strong as I believe I am," he said finally, "because I am also a father to Yul as much as I am Oversight. You're the expert in human emotions here, Andy. Tell me, how do you think I felt when I saw a video transmission of Yul laughing when he was with you? I've never heard Yul laugh all the time I knew him until you came along. The father in me wanted Yul to keep laughing with you while as the Oversight I know I must order your termination and make Yul follow through with his orders." "So you deliberately let Operations solve your dilemma for you." Oversight chuckled. "You came here looking for answers, Andy. You've got it. Now leave." Andy stood up and hesitated. "As far as I'm concerned, you've been terminated. Operations had filed a claim on Yul to the board, and I'm letting Yul go to him. You're both free of me." "That's all?" "That's all," said the man. "And Andy, I will be keeping tabs on my son. If I hear that you've broken his heart, you'll be hearing from me. Make him happy. That's an order." Andy smiled. "Should I tell Yul?" he asked. Oversight smiled shrewdly at Andy. "What do you think, Andy?" Stupid robot, the man known as Operations thought with uncharacteristic pettiness as he watched the door close behind Andy. He waited for a few heartbeats, aware of the heavy silence in his house now that Andy had left. He didn't have to wait long before he felt the vibration of the communication chip in his brain. He only had to think of activating it to do so. At the other end, the person contacting him had a similar device implanted in his brain. It was a link that none of their superiors were aware of. "Did it go well?" came the thought of the person at the other end. "Yeah, just like you said, Michael." Oversight said begrudgingly. He hated it when Operations was right.