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Safe, in hell, was apparently a relative term. Yeah, sure, Nick was safe from the shadow bastards but.. he wasn't safe from occupants. The leader of the small clan out of Warehouse #3 on the docks, was a mean motherfucker named Jask, and a wolf no less. His first day here, he learned that Dex was the only one that he couldn't control, but the rest of them were his slaves. He'd fuck them, beat them, claw them, all because he was "a superior breed." He saw all that just on his first day, and everyday after.

Two years had passed since Dex had taken him there, and everyday he hung out with the brooding doberman. Knowing that he provided some protection from that sicko, but how long would it last? Did you stay in hell permanently? Oh no, as nick found out from the others, you cycled in and out. Dex had only a few days left... and Nick's feelings for the doberman was consuming him. Not once did he think of himself gay, but for that doberman he would kill for... A fist flashed by just inches from his face, he had been drifting off in thought again during his daily sparring matches with Dex. He quickly rebounded and threw a swift punch to the gut that made solid contact, not enough to harm but enough to stun the doberman. A swooping kick that landed on his shoulder then thrusted him down to the floor.

He wiped away some blood from the re-ripped cut on his maw; Nick was proud of that hit, too. "You're getting really good at this."

Nick offered his hand to the doberman, "Only because you've been training me so hard."

"So hard?" His chiseled thighs threw a kick so hard that it knocked Nick on his back. "This is easy, kid."

Kid. He hated that name. What made him hate it was that Dex viewed him as a kid, and nothing else. He WANTED to be his equal, as well as lover. Rage fueled his movements, and he threw his legs with such strength that the momentum brought him back to standing, but alert for another sneak attack.

"You want hard?" Somewhere Dex had hidden a switchblade on him, and he snapped it open. "You won't ever survive here, kid."

"Don't call me Kid!" Nick merely took the stance that Dex had taught him. No fear. Dex expected him to be afraid, like every other human before him. To see his eyes widen in shock. To see him waiver in his stance from the sharp weapon... It was him, he'd know those eyes anywhere. He'd seen them before...

"Interesting..." He snapped it back and grabbed his towel, "Fine... Nick. I got to get cleaned up, and this cut needs bandaged. This is our last session: I gotta cycle out." He walked to the door, "By the way," he looked back. "You smell like an ugly bitch in heat. Clean up." There was the military talk he had gotten used to (or at least he thought Dex was military.)

A cold mist of fear floated down upon Nick as the Doberman left the room. His protection was gone and that meant that it was only a matter of time for Jask to attempt to "convince" him to do things. He grabbed the towel, and the switchblade fell to the ground snapping open. He wondered for a moment if Dex had left it for him knowing that he'd have to defend himself temporarily. Did he really have that little of confidence in his fighting abilities?

You won't ever survive here, kid. Those words echoed in his head, and he squeezed his fists in anger. He had his fists and Dex's training. It seemed that if he was to even be considered mate-able he would have to show Jask (and Dex) that he could be as manly as them. He slipped the blade into his back pocket. "I'll show you somethin'." He threw the towel down and barged out of the room to be, predictably, intercepted by Jask and a few of his bitches. The towering grey wolf was leaning against the wall next to the door. "Heya, buddy." He crossed his arms.

Nick snapped his eyes over to him; emotions cold, he had to be cold to survive here, but he felt the growing heat of his anger before finally erupting. "Yeah, what do you want you fucker?" He marched over and shoved him backwards. It wasn't enough to topple him but he moved his arms to balance himself and that had left his chest exposed. Now was the time to push his advance! His focus became complete on bringing down this monster that no one would stand against.

His palm shot out like a viper striking the breath from the wolf. Yet he still stood! With the madness of courage, he leaped upon wolf! His knee extended and struck him like lightening, sending them falling to the ground. He straddled Jask's chest, his legs holding down his arms.

Blood. He could taste it before he realized he was striking Jask's face so hard that he was staining his fur in blood; splattering it upon himself. "DO YOU." He struck him in the left eye, "UNDERSTAND", then the right, "I AM NOT YOURS TO FUCK WITH!" He could feel the wolf cowering beneath him, and whimpering in pain from his broken ribs which were being squeezed by Nick's legs.

"Get him off me!" His playthings started to move in to defend.

Nick snapped out the blade, and they cowered back. "Do you..." Then, he slid it along his maw, "Understand?"

"Yes, god," He grasped the wolf's maw and forced it back, and held the blade tight against the throbbing artery in his throat.

Knowing his life was close to ending, he stopped whimpering. "Do it. After being defeated by you again, I have no dignity."

Again? "Do you know the difference between you and me is, I'm not a monster."

The wolf grinned and coughed up a little blood. "You're a bigger monster than any of us." He saw the surprise in Nick's eyes. "Dex never told you did he?"

"Jask, No!" Dex approached, but Nick raised the knife; He didn't need to see to know where the doberman was at, and those wolf eye's held spite. No doubt what he was saying was the truth but how?

"What didn't he tell me?"

"You don't remember? At all?! Your deathcamps, your executions, your senseless wars!" The wolf was spatting out his words with such hate that it couldn't be a lie. "I fought against you. For the free world.. or what was left of it!"

"The vis--"A stabbing pain caused him to jerk back, clamoring off of the wolf just in time. The... memories. Fragments. They were coming back.

Jask was on his knees in trembling fear... "Leave me my diginity. Let me live, and perhaps we can make this a better place. The people--"

"SHUT UP! Do you remember what you used to call me, Mister President?" He looked down to the gun, he held to Jask's head. He pushed hard forcing the wolf's head to one side. "'You're an inferior breed to our kind... by the looks of it, a half-breed as well.' DO YOU REMEMBER?" He pistol-whipped the side of his face.

"Yes..." The wolf looked up to him, his eyes narrowed. "You have no intention to let me live like all the other before me that have died by your brutal hand. Now there is no-one to stand against you, I don't want to live in a world ran by you."

"Kommandar, he was a valuable kommandar and valuable president... sparing him would be wise." Dex voiced over his shoulder, "And a valuable morale booster to calm the riots, and--"

A loud blast cut him off. The bullet shattered the front, then back of Jask's skull, blood, and brain tissue rained down upon the flag tiled into the floor. Calmly, he slid the gun back into the holster, "There is only one general, one leader, remember that or you will end in the same way, Dex. Just because you have been my friend, does not give you the right to dictate my actions."

"I meant no disrespect, sir, so what shall we do about the rioting citizens in Sans Dios? They demanded him back."

"I wanted to show the world, that I wouldn't tolerate the resistance of the cleansing." He walked over to the chair of the, now 'retired', president and picked up a folder stamped in red ink: 'For the President only.' His dobie paw picked up the blue phone beside him, while simultaneously opening the folder, "This is Kommandar Nick Valaretti. The operation was successful. The orbital code is: Alpha - Alpha - One - Three - Two - Charlie - Foxtrot - Golf - Tango - Uniform - X-ray - Yankee - Zulu. Initialize test strike on Ranport, make it a crater. Verify it with sat." He hung up the phone.

The horrified look across Nick's face was all the satisfaction Jask needed. The wolf had a wide grin across his own as he sat up, touching his aching ribs gingerly; he saw the way Nick was looking at Dex.

Nick stormed out of the warehouse with Dex after him.

"Was it true?!" He shouted at the dobie whom he had only contempt and hate for.

"Yes, but there was more." He rushed up to him, knowing that he was still armed. "You tried to undo what you did, but it was too late!"

"I don't remember doing anything, except ordering mass murders."

"Don't you remember us?" His paw rested upon the back of his neck.

He remembered that touch, wanting it every night. "Only fragments, but--" He felt both arms wrapping around him, hugging him tightly in those muscular arms. Then he did remember.

"They want your execution, sir." Dex said as the sounds of gun fire in the corridor of their bunker, grew closer, all-the-while Nick sat upon his desk, his hands clasped together, and his head resting upon the them. His long dobie ear's flickered in agitation.

The shouts of his fellow countrymen echoed as they ordered a regroup then retreat, over and over. It was over... He pulled the middle drawer out and handed from it a passport to Dex. "I knew this day was coming..." He stood up and walked over the tiled flag where twenty years prior he had killed the former president. "So I had that passport made for you to flee." He bent over and flipped one of the tiles of the floor up, revealing a small button which he pushed.

A hidden escape hatch popped open beneath his desk; Just as a large metal plate fell over the entrance to where they stood and fused shut, a sign that the final officer had died.

"Where's yours?"

"Men, like me Dex, are condemned. It is my fate to die here, better a fallen Kommandar than a coward."

"You aren't condemned! After all you tried to change, you stopped the policy of cleansing, you aided your citizens who were sick from radiation from the Ranport incident, You--"

Nick pulled his gun and pointed it at Dex.

Dex didn't flinch, "That might've worked ten years ago, but we both know you could never pull the trigger."

"You're right, but our time is short." He said as he walked over to a bookshelf pulling it out, creating a mist of cool fog that rolled out. He walked in for a moment only to return from it, with a body and threw it on the floor. It looked just like Dex, and it was still bleeding.

"Now go. So few people know you were my right hand man, that you'd might be able to make a life somewhere else."

Dex pulled the chair back, that had partially lodged itself in the escape hatch. "You know, we're both condemned, but I'll always remember the times we spent together."

"You changed me for the better Dex, just too little, too late. I love you."

"I will love you in this life and the next." He slid through the escape hatch.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't keep my promise, but I could never have guessed you'd be a... human. And never would've I have guessed this place to be so brutal..." Warm tears dripped upon Nick's shoulder. "I imagined something better for a doberman who tried so hard to repent for what he'd done, who died trying to save... me."

"You don't love me because.. I'm human."

"No, it's not like that. I still feel love for you! I also feel pride to have been your mate, but... I can't be with a human. I've tired so hard to want to but I couldn't. It's my time to leave here shortly, so I have to go before I attract the banshees." He pulled back, then wiped the tears from his eyes. "Maybe next time, my beloved Kommandar. We always have eternity... to make this work."

Dex turned and left, slowly shuffling away, knowing that he had failed his soulmate because of his own prejudices. Nick only stood there watching until he turned a corner, then he went back to his room in Warehouse #3 and occasionally a few tears would run down his face, after all he never knew when he'd get the chance to see Dex again.

The thought of him being alone out there, soon to be consumed by those bastards. It outweighed any care he had about his own life. He said he would die for that doberman, and dying is what he was going to do.

He marched out into the common room, where everyone ignored him. "Look, I know you all hate me for what I did, but I'm begging you! Where did Dex go to wait for them?"

No response from any of them.

" GOD DAMN IT! You all have someone special in your lives, but mine's out there about to die alone, and I can't have that."

Jask crossed his arms, careful to not place too much pressure on his ribs. "Why should I tell you?"

"Look, Jask, I let your people rebel against me! Dex made me want to be held accountable for what I did, and I'll cycle to hell for every person I killed if I have to. But... Dex, he's the only person who can make me feel anything! Please. I... what I did to you was wrong, but we're here for second chances right? So give me one." They both looked at each other for a few moments. "Jask... please."

"Go down the streets where you first ran into him, he's on the roof looking up at the sky." The wolf looked down, "It was inevitable anyway."

Nick didn't care what that meant, and took off sprinting. His endurance had been so enhanced by Dex that he easily out ran one or two banshee's that had taken to searching for Dex. Skidding around another corner he recognized the skyscraper that he saw the first time he'd been there, and the fire escape. Rushing up to the top, heaving heavy breaths, he saw Dex lying there looking up into the sky.

He immediately turned his head to Nick. "Son of a bitch." He jumped up and ran to him, "Get out here! They'll be on us in a matter of seconds."

"I know." Swiftly, he slid his hand behind the doberman's neck, and bit softly into his skin. "But this time we go together..." He whispered, as he felt Dex groan, and wrapped his arms around him.

He finally understood what Jask meant by, 'inevitably'. "We'll always love each other... in this place, and the next place. It doesn't matter, as long as I have you, Hell isn't as bad a place." He said softly.

"Then hold on to me tightly," Dex said as he saw a shadow rise up from the ground to where they stood, and Nick saw it in his eye. "I love you, Nick," He said as the banshee hovered towards them.

"I will love you in this life and the next." Nick returned. "Always, Dex."