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Part 27b



	Raven woke to strong arms around her.

	"How are you feeling?" Peter whispered, smiling down 

at her.  She looked surprisingly vulnerable, not a bit the 

brave lady who had saved him before.

	"Confused," she admitted.  "Did you call to ask me to 

get on the service elevator and come visit you?"

	He shook his head, enjoying how she looked, how she 

felt in his arms, so close and accessible.

	She sighed.  "A trap.  I stupidly let myself get 

tricked into a trap."

	"You're safe now."  He stroked her shoulder, needing 

to touch her to reassure her and him.  How dare someone try 

to hurt one of his ladies!

	She smiled at him.  "You rescued me.  I guess we're 

even now."

	"Can't let my favorite author get kidnapped."  He 

kissed her lightly.  At least he meant it to be a light 

comforting kiss.  But as soon as his lips touched hers a 

shock ran through his body.  He could swear he smelled the 

jungle and musk.  His arms pulled her tight against him as 

his kiss grew in warmth.

	Raven felt his strong body against hers and her heart 

raced.  This couldn't be...She shouldn't...But she 

wanted...He felt so...

	She returned the kiss, passion for passion.

	"Raven?" he asked quietly, heart racing.

	"Yes," she answered in a soft whisper.

	They slowly undressed each other, initially just 

visually exploring each other's body but hands soon added 

their own tactile input.  

	He paused and picked up an object that dropped from 

her jeans pocket.  "Handcuffs?"

	She blushed.  "I was told to bring them with me.  I 

guess they wanted me to provide my own restraints too."

	He tossed them on the stand and smiled at her.  "I was 

afraid you thought you would have to handcuff me to the bed 

and force me to make love to you."

	She at first feared he would lose interest when he saw 

her body (she was no youthful beauty after all, and 

inexperienced), but the growing hunger in his eyes assured 

her he was very interested in her meager offer.  She knew 

his plans for her as he took something from the stand 

drawer and opened the packet.  Her body tingled in 

anticipation as she watched his preparations, a strange 

warmth lingering over her heart.

	"My raven," he chuckled.  "But I don't want you flying 

off.  So I better put my claim on you before the other guys 

get near you.  Gene has read your stories and swore he was 

going to convert you over to his demon lovers."  He was 

unsure why the word 'claim' seemed so right but he felt 

something inside him he could not identify stir at the 

thought.

	"Never," Raven promised, the word 'claim' waking 

something deep in her subconscious.  "I belong to the 

Catman and no one else."

	"Are you sure about this?" he asked.  "Last chance to 

say no."

	She smiled up at him.  "I want you to claim me, now."

	"Maybe I still better make sure you can't get away."  

He picked up the handcuffs and reached into the stand 

again.  Bless Eric for giving him one of those electronic 

lockpiks.  He opened the cuffs.  "You're mine now."  He 

snapped the cuff on her wrist.  "You don't get to leave 

until I say you can leave."  He snapped the other cuff on 

his own wrist.  "You don't do anything until I say you 

can."  The cold metal sent a strange sensation over his 

skin.  He fumbled towards the stand, knocking the telephone 

receiver off the hook and accidentally dropping the key 

down behind the piece of furniture.  He ignored it, all 

thought of the future need to remove the cuffs banished by 

a strange growing desire to dominate.

	"I am yours to command," Raven agreed, feeling an odd 

tingle from head to toe.  Was this anticipation?

	Peter gave a soft warning growl.  "You are mine."

	"I am yours," she agreed.

	He rubbed his face against hers, right side, left 

side.  He kissed her passionately and breathed against her 

lips, "You belong to me and me alone."

	"You alone," she whispered.

	"Mine, forever mine, and I will defend you from all 

rivals."

	They came together with a passion that swept

through them like a raging jungle storm.

	Raven lay panting, needing time to recover from the 

intense experience.

	Peter gazed down at her through half-closed eyes, a 

feeling of complete satisfaction purring through him.  He 

touched the small black and green design on her skin, 

seeing his Catman mask gazing up at him from over her 

heart.  He could have sworn she had no tattoo there.

	"Thank you," she whispered, feeling as if his 

satisfaction purred through her whole body.

	He smiled and kissed the design.  He must be getting 

old.  He promised himself a slow exacting examination of 

her whole body so he would miss no more details.  Looking 

in her eyes, he answered, "You are a lioness in my pride, 

mine to pleasure and protect.  You do not ever need to 

thank me.  I know what you feel."  And strangely enough he 

did and did not question how.  



	Shannon leaned on the hotel wall, panting.  "Okay, I 

think I'm finally getting the hang of this."

	The creature on her shoulder hissed.

	"Oh muzzle it, Meatball."  Shannon combed her fingers 

through her hair.  "That cop won't say anything or they'll 

lock him up in the nut house; and I wasn't the one who 

tried to bite President Roosevelt, now was I?"  She smiled.  

"And it's a little useful sometimes to overshoot the 

target."  It let you find out what room someone was in and 

when security would have a big gap in it.  She hoped she 

had the right door as she knocked loudly.  There was a 

moment of silence before she heard the dead bolt being 

turned and the door opened.  

	Gene stared at her in surprise.  "Shannon!  What are 

you doing here?" he asked, looking out into the hallway to 

see if anyone else was with her.

	"I came to see you," she said with a smile.  Gene 

stepped aside and motioned her to come in.

	"What the hell is that thing?" asked Gene pointing to 

the strange winged creature sitting comfortably on her 

shoulder.

	"This is Meatball," she said petting it.  Gene reached 

out to pet it, and it hissed and snapped at him.  

"Uh...he's kinda temperamental," she said.

	"I can tell," replied Gene.  Shannon urged Meatball to 

find a quiet corner and then sat down on the bed.  She was 

nervous being alone with Gene.  It had been a long time 

since she had talked to him and she wasn't quite sure what 

to say.  Gene sat down next to her and she couldn't help 

but notice how good he smelled.  He must have just come 

from the shower, she thought to herself.  "How have you 

been?  It's been a while," said Gene.

	"Yeah, it has.  I've been good.  Been doing a lot of 

traveling...which is how I picked up Meatball," she said.

	"Where DID you get him?" asked Gene.

	"Uh, you don't really want to know," she said.  She 

rested her head on Gene's shoulder, sighing with a mixture 

of contentment and fatigue.  She was surprised when she 

felt Gene's hand under her chin and then his lips firmly on 

hers.  

	"I've missed you," he said as he released her.

	"I've missed you too," she said. 

	Gene pulled her to him, kissing her again.  It had 

been a long time since he had been with Shannon and it 

wasn't until he had her in his arms that he realized how 

much he missed her... how much he wanted her at that 

moment.  He couldn't explain the sensations he was feeling 

but he felt as though he HAD to make love to her.  And just 

to make sure he was not interrupted:  He reached over and 

took the telephone off the hook before he hit the special 

button.

	His hands began wandering her body, slowly removing 

her clothes as he went.  She sighed softly, obviously 

enjoying what he was doing to her.  He had missed 

Shannon...and tonight he would make her his again.

	Shannon began undressing Gene, knowing what she was 

about to do was going to change her life forever, but she 

didn't care.  She knew what she wanted and knew that 

nothing was going to stop it from happening.

	Gene got up for a moment and pulled the blankets back 

on the bed before climbing in and beckoning Shannon to join 

him under the covers.  She dutifully obeyed and crawled 

across the bed to him.  He kissed her again before quickly 

pushing her down on the bed and gripping her hands, holding 

them down.  She had gotten away before.  She wouldn't get 

away again.

	"Make love to me," she whispered.

	"Not yet," he said and Shannon pouted.

	"Please," she begged and Gene took hold of her hair, 

pulling on it slightly.

	"When I say it's time, then I will make love to 

you...but it's not time yet," he said with a growl that 

sent shivers of desire though Shannon's body. 

	Shannon had been a very passionate lover when they had 

known one another, but tonight he felt like dominating 

her.  He wasn't usually a dominating bed partner, 

preferring to share in the delights, but this time was 

different.  This time he would claim her as his and she 

would know to whom she belonged.  

	"Do you belong to me?" he asked.

	"Yes," she whispered.

	"What?  I didn't hear that," he said.

	"Yes, I belong to you," she said, louder this time.

	"Who do you belong to?" he growled.

	"I belong to you, Gene Simmons," she said.

	"Yesss, you do.  You're mine and mine alone," he said.  

"You're mine to do with as I please.  Mine."  And he 

claimed her with a passion that burned through them both 

like a raging volcano barely contained.

	"You're incredible," he said as he curled up next to 

her, resting her head on his chest as he began to doze.  

Shannon smiled and snuggled closer.

	Which was when someone started pounding on the door.

	"This better be damn important," Gene growled, 

crawling from bed and grabbing his bathrobe.  "You better 

get dressed, in case it's some nosey reporter."

	Normally Shannon would have just ignored him and 

pulled the covers up over her; but instead she meekly 

climbed out of bed and started dressing.

	Gene yanked the door open, ready to deliver a scathing 

comment.  Then he saw who it was.  "Val?  What are you 

doing here?"

	Val explained, "I tried calling but your phone was off 

the hook, just like Peter's and several others.  I can't 

find Paul.  He's not in his room.  I was hoping he was over 

here."

	"He's not here," Gene assured her.

	"He promised me he would stay in the room," she 

muttered to herself.  She frowned at Gene.  "And your 

security are a bunch of idiots.  I had to get rid of 

several of them just to get back on the floor, and I was 

right there with Paul when he told them I had permission to 

come and go as I please up here."  She saw his concerned 

look.  "I didn't do anything permanent.  Although I was 

tempted.  But I need you to help me get EVERYONE of KISS 

together so we can protect all of you and Girltalk.  As 

much as you hate it, we need to track down Vinnie.  He was 

a part of KISS.  He could be the backdoor Buttercup can use 

to gain control of all of you.  But first let's track down 

Paul and make sure none of us ladies unexpectedly develop 

little tattoos over our hearts."  She saw Gene's confusion.  

"Let me in and I'll explain everything.  I promise."

	"In?"  Gene fidgeted slightly.  "Let me get dressed 

first.  Why don't you go knock on some of the other doors 

and I'll catch up to you down in the meeting room."

	"They're putting the final touches on the meeting room 

for your 'Welcome to the Show' party tonight," Val reminded 

Gene.  "Let's go in your room and start making some phone 

calls."

	"I had a problem with my planner earlier and it got 

its memory scrambled.  Go see if you can round up the rest 

of the band while I get dressed."  Gene quickly tried to 

close the door.

	Val pushed it open and squeezed past him, suspicious.

	Shannon was half dressed.  She grabbed for her top, 

blushing slightly.  Val snatched the clothing away from 

her.  Shannon bowed her head in shame.  He told her to get 

dressed.  She had failed to follow his command.

	Val made her turn so the light fell on her chest.  The 

small black and red Demon mark centered over Shannon's 

heart was very visible.  "You Claimed her!  You idiot!"

	"We're both adults and what we do is none of your 

business," Gene said, half angry to have Val push her way 

into his room.

	Shannon slipped from Val's grasp and quickly shrugged 

into her top.  She searched for her shoes.

	"You just gave Buttercup the perfect means to destroy 

KISS!"  Val exclaimed.  "If he gets his hands on Shannon 

he's got a direct route past any protection you or I or 

anyone could create and through you he's got KISS!"

	"What are you talking about?" Gene asked.

	Shannon sighed in relief; having completed the task He 

set her.  

	"You Enslaved her!"  Val answered, angry at what had 

happened to a KISSter.  "There's now a permanent 

unbreakable bond between you and Shannon.  I sincerely hope 

she's not a Delicate because if she's an untrained Delicate 

she could play havoc with every single one of you!"

	"Shannon isn't very delicate," Gene answered with a 

smirk.

	Val turned to Shannon.  "Do you have any idea what 

your Power is?"

	"Power?"  Shannon looked at Gene.

	"Answer any questions she asks."  Gene was getting a 

bad feeling about this.  Val seemed very upset.

	Shannon smiled, happy to obey.  "I can go anywhere in 

Time."

	Gene looked at Meatball.  "Time?  You mean that's..."

	Meatball hissed and flew over to Shannon's shoulder.

	"You're a time traveler," Val said with obvious 

relief.  "Thank goodness.  I had a terrible premonition 

that Gene had Claimed the probability manipulator.  Time 

travel we can handle.  It's the probability manipulator 

that could have us facing totally unpredictable situations 

wherever any member of KISS went if she got Claimed by one 

of the Guys.  I don't suppose either of you know who or 

where she is?"

	Shannon fidgeted.  Overshooting into the future meant 

you learned things you normally would not know.  She hated 

to rat on a KISSter but He said to answer any questions Val 

asked.  "Raven's in Peter's room."

	Val closed her eyes, afraid to ask but having to.  

"What's she doing in Peter's room?"

	"Having sex with Peter."

	Val thought about a Claimed (and possibly untrained) 

probability manipulator and bowed her head.  "And we are so 

screwed."  It could not get any worse than this.  "Come on!  

We might not be too late!"  She ran out the door, never 

bothering to see if they followed.



	"Well well."  Buttercup chuckled evilly, watching the 

three people leave the room.  Those bodyguards had finally 

earned their pay.  And bless Gene Simmons for videotaping 

his bedroom visitors with a machine ridiculously easy to 

remotely tap into once the guard slipped in the tiny bug.  

"This isn't the disaster I thought it was.  At least not 

for me.  Sweet Shannon.  Dear Raven.  I have such wonderful 

plans for you.  And KISS."

	

	A locked hotel door was no barrier for Val, not when 

she was determined and willing to use her own special 

abilities.  The door hit the wall with a loud thud as she 

strode into Peter's room.  She stopped as the bed came into 

view.

	"Peter!"  Gene pushed past her and seized the drummer 

by the shoulder, yanking him off the bed and into the 

floor.  The handcuffs binding Peter and Raven pulled taut 

and dragged her to the edge of the bed.

	Raven gave a startled scream and grabbed the sheet, 

trying to cover herself.

	A ceiling tile unexpectedly fell to the floor.	

	"DAMN IT!" Peter roared, breaking out of Gene's grip 

and rising to his feet to face him.  "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU 

DOING?"

	"Trying to stop you from making a mistake!" Gene 

answered.

	Shannon stopped beside Val, her face pale.  Meatball 

folded his wings down and settled comfortably on her 

shoulder to watch the scene.

	Raven tried to cover herself with the sheet.  Her 

status as Claimed was blatantly visible in the black and 

green Catman mask on her bosom.

	"What gives you the right to bust into my room and try 

to tell me how to run my sex life?!" Peter demanded.  "It's 

not enough you have to control everything about the band, 

NOW you want to tell me who I can screw?!"

	"Gene, back off!" Val warned, wishing she had left the 

bass player behind.  At the time she had not wanted Gene or 

Shannon out of her sight.  She had not considered how 

volatile the situation would be when they got here.

	"GET OUT!" Peter roared inches from Gene's face, free 

hand pointing at the door.

	Shannon ran forward to supply whatever support she 

could to Gene, wishing she had not opened her mouth and put 

him into this predicament, wishing with all her heart she 

could go back and change it.

	Raven slid to her feet beside Peter, one hand holding 

the sheet in place while with the other she gripped the 

hand cuffed to her own.  His anger burn through her and she 

wished things would change.

	Val suddenly found herself alone in the room.  "Oh 

shit," she whispered, face losing all color.

	They were gone.  Gene.  Peter.  Shannon.  Raven.  Two 

members of KISS.  A time traveler.  A probability 

manipulator.  And those last two newly Claimed.  With that 

combination, where they went was anyone's guess.  The odds 

of finding them were astronomical.

	She turned and ran for the door.  If she could find 

Paul, maybe he could help her find them.  Or Ace.  Or maybe 

Bruce or Eric Singer or even Mark St John.  Everything 

pointed to ALL members of KISS having Powers.  Perhaps one 

of those last three had a Power that could undo this 

disaster she had caused.

	She remembered thinking things could not get worse and 

kicked herself.

	Just minutes after Val disappeared from Peter's room, 

four people and a small creature suddenly appeared.  All 

four people were dressed in leather and hand-woven clothing 

of Iroquois Confederation design, handmade moccasins on 

their feet.  Their hair was longer, Peter and Raven's a 

pure silver gray.  The biggest change though was in the air 

of confidence about them.

	Meatball looked very well fed.

	Peter glanced at the clock.  "Almost dead on, 

Shannon."

	Gene nodded.  "Good job, Time Walker.  Your Teacher 

would be proud of you."

	Shannon smiled, eyes sparkling with pleasure and 

mischief.  "Thank you, oh great and powerful Fire Warrior."

	Gene chuckled and nodded towards the bathroom.  

"Peter, you better go re-dye your hair before you go out.  

And do Raven's while you're at it.  We'll go see what we 

can find out as soon as we get into some normal clothes."  

He glanced at Meatball.  "And Shannon, leave Meatball on 

guard duty in your room.  We'll get you ladies moved up on 

this floor as soon as we can."

	"It might be better if me and Shannon stay off this 

floor," Raven said.  "We could move around more freely.  

Attract less attention."

	Shannon grinned.  "Although if we stay up here with 

our Masters we can make sure they don't get themselves in 

trouble.  Again."

	Peter chuckled and glanced at Gene.  "We should have 

never ordered them to argue with us whenever they felt they 

were in the right."

	"I like my ladies to be more than mindless sex toys."  

Gene cautiously checked the hallway.  "Come on.  We better 

go before someone shows up."

	"Maybe you should let Son of the Cat do the scouting," 

Shannon suggested.  "Subtle isn't your strong point."

	"I'll just trust that our Fate Wind Caller will give 

us a little breeze to help us on our way," Gene answered.

	"And probably get you caught in less than a minute," 

Raven commented.  "I still can only control the strength, 

not the direction.  So it's still flip a coin to see if its 

good luck or bad."

	"Keep the coin in your pocket," Gene suggested.  

"You'll probably need it to buy Peter lunch."  He followed 

Shannon into the hallway.

	Peter closed the door after Gene and Shannon slipped 

out.  He sighed and head for the bathroom.  "All I have is 

black dye."

	Raven shrugged.  "I've always wondered what I'd look 

like with black hair."

	Peter almost regretted re-dying his hair.  He had 

gotten used to the natural gray.  But there was one thing 

he was very much looking forward to.  "As soon as we're 

sure everyone is okay," Peter stated firmly as he pulled 

his shirt over his head, "I'm getting me a beer.  Two years 

without a beer is too long."