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This chapter, unlike the others, is rated M for a good reason. My apologies if it offends you.

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War of the Fascists.

Revy woke up slowly, realising as she did she was naked and in the arms next to a warm body. A male body, but she remembered quickly she had slept with Rock. Snuggling into his side, Revy smiled contentedly as she remembered the first time she and Rock had made love. It was rare Revy had sex at the best of times; the memory and the trauma of how she'd been abused as a child had put her largely off of sex ever since.

That didn't mean she didn't occasionally indulge in it though. She did, she just didn't have it all the time. Contrary to what those said about her, basing their assumptions on her outfit, Revy was not some whore. She only wore her outfit because she wanted freedom of movement and she didn't want to be sweating to death in this slum. Besides, she had learnt not to take the insults of "whore" and "slut" seriously because they were just insults in her mind, and she didn't pay them much attention.

At first, Revy had wondered what being like with Rock would be like for her. He was a very attentive lover, and unlike many of her other partners and those bastards in New York who'd used her like a fucking toy, he was incredibly gentle with her. Oh, he wasn't a coward who was afraid she'd break if he went too fast, but she could see in his eyes that he would only go fast if she wanted him too.

It hadn't taken Revy long but she had come to realise as she and Rock were having sex that Rock must have deduced enough about her life and her past to know what not to do with her. Revy hated being so transparent but she didn't see anything she could do about it.

Although she hated to do it, Revy lifted herself up - wincing when she heard the man she loved groan in his sleep. She cursed when she realised it was still dark outside, but she lifted her torso upwards and adjusted her legs so she'd be more comfortable and she peered out through the windows.

Rock usually left the windows of his apartment open a touch to let in some air, so there was a cool, gentle breeze wafting through the window. As she sat up she looked out over the vista of what she could see of the city.

When the Lagoon company had returned to Roanapur after getting off of that freighter, they had immediately rejoined the fray and added their own firepower to fight off the remaining Nazis. The skinheads were arrogant and full of themselves, but even they weren't stupid enough to believe they were instantly going to win.

Stories about the fighting from the various districts of the city came to the Lagoon company; the word was Chinglish and Sawyer the Cleaner had carved a path of gore and murder through the Nazis, and that Sawyer even had a few of the survivors in her workplace, though God knew if that rumour was true. Revy was willing to bet it was since it was well known on the grapevine Sawyer liked to experiment with various and very very gruesome tortures. The hard part was finding the right people who were expendable enough to fill out the job. The Nazis would fill that role wonderfully.

Hotel Moscow was still standing which didn't surprise Revy or anybody else that much seeing as the Russian mafia that made up that particular gang in the city were trained and former professional soldiers, and no matter if some Nazi shithead took the time to quickly train a load of other skinheads on how to properly fight instead of trying to load an unnecessarily big machine gun or rant and rave about some gun that had a stylish paint job they were simply no match for Balalaika or her men. Hotel Moscow did not observe the boundaries when it came to fighting, that was one of the reasons why they had managed to carve out a large chunk of the city, making it clear to their enemies they wouldn't tolerate anyone trying to break into what they had.

The Triads were also standing, but that was a given since Chang was just as tenacious as Balalaika, if not more brutal. Besides, it wasn't as if neither Chang nor Balalaika hadn't expected the attack.

Chang may not have been a former soldier, but that didn't mean he wasn't dangerous.

Revy sighed as she became lost in her memories. After getting their weapons, she and the rest of the Lagoon company (all except Benny, that is since he still refused to fight) had gone out and started killing as many of the Nazis as they could. The first thing they'd done was cut off the retreat of a small group of Nazis and they had joined in with a group of one of their pirate rivals. Their unspoken truce was broken now, but with their combined firepower hey had made short work of the Nazis. It helped that the Lagoon company had surprised the Nazis before they could escape.

It seemed that the Nazis had been hoping to use some of the boats the different pirate crews used to get away from the carnage. When the Nazis had landed on Roanapur the boats they had used had apparently left and returned to the freighter which was how they'd managed to get into Roanapur at night.

Rock had asked aloud if their new boss had deliberately ordered their boats to just dump them in the harbour and then go back to the freighter and wait and see if any of the survivors made it back either by theft or simply by swimming out quite a distance as a kind of sick test which went hand in hand with the other things the sick bastard had done so far.

It made little difference since the Nazis had made a big mistake. When the pirates realised what the Nazis were trying to do, they instantly went out to get their boats back but like everyone else, Revy was surprised by the unexpected outcome, though she guessed it made sense they couldn't get them all.

Some of the Nazis had apparently learnt their lesson in coming to Roanapur, but then a whole day of seeing their buddies be shot up, run over, pulverized, or cut up with either a pair of large knives like the ones Chinglish used or having chainsaws shoved into their faces straight out of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre would make them grow a pair of balls each. While the pirates had managed to kill some of the Nazis, some of the surviving members of the union had turned the tables on the pirates with the weapons on each boat. It wasn't as if they were hard to find since many of the pirate boats would need guns at a moments notice.

So, in the end only a few of the boats managed to escape with some of the Nazis on them and they had travelled quickly to freighter where they would be out of range of the guns and safe from any more of the residents of Roanapur though it was possible some of the survivors from the union had tried to escape on foot, though Revy didn't fancy their chances of getting out of the city alive since she was sure Chang or at least one of the minor gang lords, pissed off because of the attack on the city and their own businesses would make short work out of the survivors.

Personally, Revy didn't really care, nor did she really give a damn what happened to the Aryan Socialist Union, though she had to admit their new boss' tactic of taking away their only means of escape to see if they'd fight or die was neat and cold.

Rock said something she could not understand, and she smiled in the dark. Turning away from the glass and the sight of Roanapur, Revy snuggled back into his arms and he immediately wrapped his arms around her torso again.

"I love you Rock," Revy whispered as she hugged the former Japanese businessman gently.

When Revy woke up again in the morning, she snorted with laughter when she saw Rock was still asleep. For a few minutes, she watched as he slept while the light outside the window of the room they were in gradually grew brighter.

As she watched him sleeping peacefully, Revy had an idea of how to wake him up.

With a smirk, she found his cock. Using her fingers to gently rub the soft skin, Revy listened as she heard her lover while she used the fingers on her free hand to rub her cunt.

When he was fully erect and moaning softly, Revy got on top of Rock and straddled him before she came crashing down on him. Revy closed her eyes as the pleasure washed through her system, and she lifted herself up and repeated the movement again and again. She felt Rock's hands on her hips and she opened her eyes and saw him looking up at her with lusty exhaustion.

"Morning Rock," she tried to say, but she moaned it instead.

Rock didn't reply. Instead, he just thrust his hips into her, again and again.

Revy responded by bucking her own hips, and the double movement made her pant breathlessly.

When Revy had been younger, she had been disappointed when she had seen the first Terminator movie. From an action point of view, the movie had been flawless, but when you watched the sex scene between Sarah Connor and Reese, you were left fucking disappointed.

Revy had always wanted to re-enact the same scene, but only with the right guy. Rock was that guy and she loved him with all her heart.

Revy groaned. "Fuck me, Rock," she moaned quietly while she tried to contain her energy, her eyes becoming hazy through pleasure.

Rock gaped in awe at the sweating, sexy body on top of him. With a growl, he rolled Revy underneath him, not stopping as he thrust in and out of her...


An hour later, following another round of sex in the shower, Rock watched as Revy got dressed before he switched on the TV.

Rock had been in a good mood thanks to Revy's ministrations, but the moment he saw what was on the news, he lost his good mood. He felt Revy come up behind him and he felt her own grim mood encapsulate her earlier good mood.

On the screen was a classic picture of New Times Square in New York City, showing buildings on fire, cars smouldering through sheer heat, blacked with smoke and fire. All around police were trying to keep the crowd at bay while firefighters worked to put out the flames and paramedics were either bending down over injured people that were covered deliberately so the image would not be shown worldwide or were lifting up the bodies and taking them to the nearby parked ambulances.

"... reports are coming in now of scenes all across the country of similar attacks, with printed leaflets calling out about the right organisation, the Aryan Socialist Union being responsible."

The scene changed, this time showing two men armed with machine guns, shooting at a number of black students at a school.

The scene changed again, this one showing a home camera footage of a man wearing a black ski mask on his face while he proudly wore the Nazi-style uniform of the Aryan Socialist Union, the armband proudly displayed for the viewing public, while he fired a bazooka at a mosque.

"Jesus," Rock whispered.

It was all he could say.


See you later until my next Black Lagoon story..