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Chapter 13

Speeding off through the hyperspace tunnel they had used for their escape, the crew of the wild comet gave a collective sigh of relief. Barnabus especially relieved that he had been able to get them all out of the little altercation with only a couple of pot marks lining his ship's hull and a few empty laser canisters. Turning to his second in command however his relaxed attitude instantly crumbled, Barnabus finding himself on the receiving end of a glare of disappointment mixed with a touch of anger.

"Barnabus..." Rana began as she flicked on the auto-pilot. "...We need to talk." That said the Middle-Eastern woman stood up from her seat and walked down the stairs to the observation deck, heading towards the common room after she gave Alfred and Moah a quick nod as she walked past them.

Barnabus watched as his second walked into the other room with a frown, this talk wasn't going to be pleasant he realized. Giving a sigh the Jack captain stood up and went to chase after her, before he could though a frustrated growl came from behind him. Knowing imminently who had made the noise Barnabus peered over his shoulder to Miktes who was still strapped to his seat, struggling to free himself from his entrapment. "Want me to help you over there buddy?" He asked allowing himself a small chuckle at the Verdomian's expense.

Miktes glared at the human ready to tell him that, no a warrior like him didn't need any help. But before he could his mate stepped forward and unlocked the straps holding him down anyway, moving back again with a wink and another smirk. Rubbing at the slightly reddened skin that was once under the seatbelt, Miktes looked up at the other man with a small childish pout on his face, embarrassed at the way he had to be helped. "Thanks I guess." He muttered lowly. He hated having to say something like that, but after everything that had just happened he didn't feel like having the bearded human shout at him again.

"Don't think anything of it Miktes." Barnabus said offhandedly. "At least I could fix your problem." After giving the red head another smirk the Jack captain quickly made his way down to the bridges first story and walked through the common room door.

Watching his mate as he left Miktes made a puzzled face. Despite his mouthy remarks and attitude the warrior had the sneaking suspicion that the human was upset, some dull ach in his chest telling him something was wrong. Looking down to the thin human and the hairy beast who was still in the room with him the green alien asked them. "What the hell's up with him?" Miktes got up from his seat and padded down the stairs with a huff. "We got away from those bastards back at your floating island didn't we?" He continued. "He acts like we lost the battle or something!"

"It's more than that Mister Miktes." Alfred said as he got off of the couch. Glancing over to the common room door the younger man gave a small frown and took his glasses off, cleaning them before he finished. "Barnabus always gets upset when Rana is angry with him."

Miktes raised an eyebrow ridge. "And why is that?"

"Barnabus hedjo graza gig nopah." Moah provided with a small toothy smile.

Alfred shook his head at whatever the hairy man said agreeing with him and gave a small laugh. "That's exactly right Moah; he cares when one of us isn't happy. He's a good captain that way."

{Miktes: More of that caring about what the servants think junk. I really don't get my unruly submissive sometimes. Why give a single shit about what those beneath you think? If you're the one in charge then all you gotta do is bark orders and watch happily as everyone does their best to please you. That's the way it was for me back in my parent's home. The servants knew their place there, quiet, obedient, and most of all more than eager to please the chief's firstborn son. Heh-heh I still remember the time I ordered three of them to join me in my bedroom for the night. Those two girls and that slutty male were all over ... ... ... Wa-wait... where was I? ... ...Oh, yeah the way my submissive lets his underlings boss him around. That's going to be the first thing that's going to go out the window when he finally accepts his place at my feet. No way I'm going to let some bossy woman scold me.}

Giving a snort to both of the men in the room with him Miktes walked over to the common room door and opened it. Stepping into the room beyond the Verdomian heard the tail end of the conversation that Rana and Barnabus were having. Both humans giving each other hard looks as they talked to one another.

"-so now what are we going to do?" Rana asked, giving her captain a sour look the Jack pilot placed her hands over her chest and turned away. It still puzzled her to no end how Barnabus could have gotten them into so much trouble. All he had to do as captain is secure nice legal missions for them and make sure the ship ran properly, but he had thrown both of those seemingly simple jobs away so that they could chase after some stupid "big payday".

"Heya, come one Rana we've been in worst muck before, haven't we?" Barnabus said as he stepped around his second, trying to get her to look him in the eyes again. "Remember the time we had to escape from that planet Fervon-6 in the middle of the night?"

Rana sighed into her hands, the memory of having to sneak back to the Wild Comet while being chased by Fervoniese gangsters haunting her a little. "Barnabus that was because we couldn't pay the rent on the pier we were docked at." She said in frustration. "This is very, very different and you know it. Ugh... I just knew that something like this was going to happen when you talked us into taking this job!"

"You honestly knew that all that was going to happen?" Barnabus asked with a raised eyebrow. "You must really smart of psychic or something, heh." The Jack captain waggled his eyebrows hoping to get a smile out of his female crew member. At first it didn't seem to be working but as he persisted she eventually cracked a small smile. Unfortunately the smile quickly vanished when she realized what he was trying to do.

"Will you stop doing that!" She snapped haughtily. "Every time you get me mad at you, you pull some crap like that. Well... I'll have you know that this time it won't work!"

Barnabus finally gave up his playful antics to give the other Jack a small sigh. "You right I know it." He said quietly. "We're on the run and we have no plan on how to prove our innocence." Scratching his chin, the Jack turned towards where Miktes was standing, watching as Alfred and Moah walked in behind the green alien and gently pushed their way past him. "...Do you guys got any ideas?"

Moah shook his head to the question. "Naoggho." this was one problem that the large hairy man didn't have an easy answer to.

"I can't think of anything either Captain." Alfred added with a said look.

Rana leaned against the back of the common room couch and stared down at her lap. He own mind going over any option to the trouble they found themselves in. "Maybe... maybe we should just get rid of that dammed artifact." She suggested. "I mean, that's the reason Clayworth is after us isn't it? If we didn't have it anymore maybe he'd just leave us be."

"You will not get rid of my people's sacred artifact." Miktes interrupted with a growl. "My father said that stupid thing is important and I won't allow you humans to just treat it like some piece of trash." The Verdomian held out his hand to Barnabus motioning for him to place it in his palm. "In fact you should hand it over to me for safe keeping. A bunch of submissives like you shouldn't be holding something so important."

Barnabus stared down at the other man's outstretched palm with an annoyed expression on his face, then with a snort of amusement he gently slapped it out of his face, Miktes recoiling as if he had seriously hurt his four fingered hand. "You know I hate to say it, but maybe Mr. Green over there is right." Barnabus reached into his pocket and pulled out the small statuette which had been the catalyst for everything that had happened in the last few hours. "Of course I'm not talking about all that tribal and submissive talk." He was quick to add. "I'm just saying that maybe we should try and find out why Clayworth wanted this dam thing in the first place instead of getting rid of it. It's obviously important to him if he'd go as far as to kill someone over it."

"What makes you think that's the reason why he killed Tworows?" Rana asked looking at the hunk of rock. "Maybe it was just something personal between them. Some stupid fight between rich people."

Barnabus glanced over to his second with a thoughtful frown. "I don't think that was it. Clayworth knew my name." He told everybody. "That rich old bastard knew who I was, where we were going to meet the professor apparently, and even had a recording of my voice. That means he had been spying on the professor specifically to find out about the mission he sent us on." He tossed the statue into the air and caught it again. "Then there was the way he stared at this little baby when I pulled it out. I've only ever seen that sort of look in a guy who's about to get some after a three month dry spell."

Alfred eagerly snatched the small relic from the older man's hand and began examining it closely. He was always excited to learn something about an indigenous people especially if it was something that no one else knew. But no matter which way he turned it nothing really stuck out. "Well... I don't get it, this statue while being priceless is just some old chachki like you'd find in any old museum."

"Maybe Clayworth's just a collector or something." Rana pointed out. It wouldn't be a stretch for an old rich guy like Clayworth to have a hobby like that.

"If that could be true, then why was that Warg interested in it?" Alfred reasoned. "I don't think those monsters really care about other cultures. Unless it has something to do with which sauces work best with the flavor of their prey."

Barnabus stood there for a few seconds trying to understand why the two men had wanted it so badly. There just had to be something to it some trick or some reason that it was so important. "Maybe... we should find someone who knows something about Verdomians?" The bearded man suggested. "You know one of those researchers that lived in that abandoned outpost we ransacked on Verdomo."

"What could these "researchers" know that I wouldn't?" Miktes said with an arrogant huff. With a snort the alien walked in-between the three humans and their hairy pet, making a show of how upset he was at being ignored the way he had been. The warrior hadn't been appreciating the way he was being kept out of the conversation about his people's sacred artifact. "You stupid humans should be asking me 'bout this stuff, I know more than enough 'bout everything Verdomian!"

"Ok then Mr. Green." Barnabus took the relic out of Alfred's hands and tossed it over to Miktes who frantically stumbled to catch it before it fell. "Tell us "stupid" humans what's up with the dammed thing."

Miktes growled quietly at the smart-assed tone his submissive had used to command him to answer him, but did what was asked of him anyway. "Father once told me when I was little that the sacred artifact was a gift from the Strangers that came to Verdomo a long time ago from the sky." He grimaced at the mention of Daleer. That lesson hadn't been exactly pleasant, Miktes having gotten a lump on the head after he had fallen asleep during the middle of it. "We also use it to make the sacred water which we use in our mating ceremonies too."

Ok now that was an interesting tidbit of information. There had to be something special about the rock given the way it had "magically" changed that clear water into that thick glowing blue liquid. But everything that Miktes had just said really didn't answer the question, there had to be a little bit more. "What else do you know about it?" Barnabus asked as he held out both his hands.

"No that's all the stuff I know 'bout it." Miktes said with a huff. When his admission earned him a collective sigh of frustration from the four strange creatures around him the Verdomian raised his fist at them, shaking it in challenge. "What that ain't good enough for you bastards!" He snapped. "I ain't lying if that's what ya think."

Barnabus rubbed his forehead. All that myth mumbo jumbo couldn't exactly tell then what was so special about the item in the other man's hands. "It isn't that Mickey I just wanted something more then-"

"-Barnabus!" Moah shouted suddenly, grabbing the human by the shoulder and shaking him. "Ganzoh gutta noply hotu no Rachel fenna gozza Verdomians!" Comically the Girunjh then began to search through the various pockets in his overalls, eventually producing an old magazine clipping from one of them which he stuffed into Barnabus' hand.

Barnabus stared up at Moah trying to process the sting of strange words just flung at him. No matter how many times he tried to explain it to the Girunjh he never seemed to understand that no one but Alfred could understand him most of the time. Thankfully said medic was always there to provide a quick translation. "Moah just said that he knows someone who can help us figure out why they wanted the artifact." Alfred helpfully provided. "Something about a woman named Rachel who was his..."Noply hotu" that knows a lot about Mister Miktes' people."

Unfolding the piece of paper in his hand, Barnabus took a closer look. On it was a picture of a matronly looking woman with gray hair dressed in a bright white lab coat. There was also a small article next to the photo, which after skimming through told Barnabus that the woman was named Rachel Bonnibel and that she had been the head of the expedition led to Verdomo years ago before she retired to some resort planet called Loma Prime. Quickly making a plan of action with this new information the Jack captain gave his crew one of his patented smirks. "Ok everyone looks like we got ourselves a meeting with this nice woman here."

The announcement seemed to please Moah, the large hairy man giving a large and slightly frightening smile before he cheered in his native language and he ran off towards his workshop talking a mile a minute. After having to jump out of the way to avoid being trampled under their mechanics clawed feet Rana gave a small awkward chuckle and watched as the hairy man's back disappeared through the door. "What the heck was that about?" She asked.

"All I got was something about taking a bath and finding some cologne and flowers." Alfred said just a puzzled.

"Never mind Casanova over there." Barnabus said with a wave of his hand. He had an inkling as to why their big friend was so excited about their new destination. "We got ourselves a place to be. The article says that this Bonnibel woman is living on Loma Prime." He turned to their pilot. "Can you get us there Rana?"

Rana thought about it for a few moments, referring to the mental map she had memorized of I.U.G. space, only nodding once she figured out all of the available courses they could possibly take. "Yeah, I can get us there, but it's going to take us awhile." She explained. "I wouldn't want to chance taking one of the official tunnels because the military use them too often and I'm sure they're looking for us by now too. We'll have to take the long way around through the... ugh unofficial passageways."

"That shouldn't be too bad." Barnabus said giving a shrug. "After all what's a few more days as long as we get there?" He was more than confident that their pilot could get them to their destination. In fact he was so sure of it he believed a nap was in order as she programmed in their coordinates, giving a yawn the heavyset man went over to the common room couch and flopped down on it getting comfortable. "How about you guys wake me up when dinner's ready?" He asked. "I could use a nap after- oomph!"

Barnabus received an answer to his question via a hard cuff to the back of his head, and an angry glare from his second in command. "Three things Comet, one: It's going to take us two weeks to get to Loma Prime" The Middle Eastern woman said flatly. "Two: you're not going to sleep right now; you're going to the cargo bay and reloading our turrets in case we have to shoot out way out of trouble again. And third: We never got a chance to restock the ship after our little trip to Verdomo so there's hardly any food on board."

Frowning up at his female friend and rubbing his head Barnabus gave a childish pout. "Ok, ok so we'll have to eat light the next two weeks we've done worst."

"You mean you're going to eat light." Rana said with a wry smile. Sitting on the edge of the couch she smirked down at her captain. "Don't think I don't know about that massive stash of junk food you hide in your closet. All of it's going into our food stores and you're not getting a bite out of it."

Barnabus' pout turned into a full-fledged groan. "Fine..." He grouses as he gave the dark haired woman a mild glare. He should have known better than to think he could keep his reserves secret. "...But when we land I am so getting myself some beach food."

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Meanwhile back at Aquarii colony, a very angry looking Laird Clayworth sat inside of his lavish office, scowling down at the vid-phone which sat on top of his desk. "So you are telling me that they escaped?" He asked with a dangerous tone.

The person he was speaking to, a man wearing Aquarii police uniform visually took a gulp at his superior's question. "I-I'm sorry to report it sir but it's t-true." The officer responded. "Our scanners lost s-sight of their ship when they entered a hyperspace t-tunnel. Don't worry though, I'm sure we'll be able t-to-"

Before the stuttering man could finish his pitiful sounding excuse Laird slammed his fist down atop his desk, papers flying up from the force he used. "SILENCE!" the old man snapped. "I don't care about any of your excuses! All I wanted from you was results and you have failed utterly to deliver them to me!"

"I know sir but-"

"-But nothing!" Clayworth stood up and glared down at the man on the screen, fire in his eyes and a sneer on his wrinkled face. "I hope you enjoyed your time as the head commander of the Aquarii police Mr. Parksons, because after I have talk with my dear friend the commissioner of police you shall have to reevaluate you career path."

Before the poor police officer could respond to the threat the older man hit the end button on the vid-phone ending their conversation. "I swear... there are times when I wish I could just use my own personal police force in matters such as these." He fumed. Looking up from his desk the gray haired human let his eyes drift to the other occupants of the room, Ragno Warg-c45 and a trio of young scantily clad woman who the CEO had brought up to his office to entertain his guest while he was busy on the phone.

Meeting the human's eyed Ragno shook his head while giving Laird a sinister looking smirk. "You know with the fire you just displayed at talking to your underling there I would almost believe you were a Warg." He said with a dark sounding chuckle. Shifting his attention back to the barely dressed woman nearly sitting in his lap, the large purple alien tickled her under the chin, the girl giving a small giggle in response before she playfully slapped the large man on the chest. "Humm... such fire in you too my beauty." He chuckled. The races of the U.I.G. might be weak but they did have some pleasant qualities. "Maybe I should see if I can put it our later with my hose." Ragno said crudely, his indecent joke earning him another round of giggles from the three women seated around him.

Slowly making his way over to his business partner, Laird watched with a sneer as the Warg manhandled the women. He was shameless and lewd, unbefitting of how a proper man should act. Pushing aside his disgust however the human responded to Ragno's remark from earlier. "There are times when I truly wish I were a Warg." He said as he sat down in a char across from the couch and picked up the cup of tea he had been drinking from before his little phone conversation. "It would make things much easier for me in the long run. Especially when dealing with those who vex me, like Mr. Parksons or... those miscreants who have run off with our statue."

The mentioning of the failure to acquire what they had been seeking cause Ragno to let out a nasty sounding growl, a low terrible sound which made the three women next to him move back with startled gasps. "I told you we should have just handled it ourselves." He gave Laird a rage filled look. "I could have slashed the throats of all three of those runts and devoured their lower intes-"

"-Ragno!" Laird snapped before the other man could go further into his rant. Frowning at the Warg the older man motioned to the three women with them with a nod to his head. "Ladies... I believe that will be all we need from you as of now." He said excusing the trio. "I thank you for entertaining us during our meeting though."

Each of the three mutely bowed to the CEO's request and quietly left the room, Ragno giving one of them a playful slap on the bottom ash she passed. "You know... after all is said and done I might keep a few of you I.U.G. scum around." He said watching them leave. "Give me something to fuck on those long lonely nights' in-between scheduled breeding periods."

'Disgusting pig.' Laird thought as he watched the leer on his companions face. Out loud he was more amenable. "I'm sure we could arrange that later." He said aloud. "Now, back to the business at hand. The reason why I just couldn't allow you to kill those three is plainly obvious. Having to cover for that fool Tworows' death was trouble enough, I don't know how I would be able to keep my illegal affairs secret if I had to deal with four dead bodies. Especially given that one of them was of an illegal alien race"

"I could have handled all of the leftovers." Ragno snorted; annoyed the larger man leaned back in his seat and rested his feet on the coffee table in front of him. "I was curious about the green one, never had a Verdomian before."

Laird could feel himself becoming a little sick at the mention of his business partners cannibalistic tendencies. "Please let's just stick to the matter at hand Ragno." Laird implored. "Because of the incompetence of the police force on this colony we now have a problem! I'm afraid we're going to have to go with our contingency plan."

"You mean you're going to have to go with your contingency plan human." Giving Laird an unimpressed look the larger man stood up and flexed, making sure to show off the blades which extended from his forearms. Ragno's little show had the desired effect Clayworth giving the natural weapons sprouting from his elbows a worried look. "I for one don't see any reason to remain in this pact that my superiors made with you. The artifact if off that mud ball those green skins call home and now in the hands of fools. The empire no longer requires your help."

"I only failed once Warg and I know for a fact that your leader has more than enough faith in my connections." Laird was quick to point out. "He won't betray me." Standing the older man went back over to his desk and began to dial a number on his vid-phone. "I won't make the same mistake of trusting this job to the police."

"Who will your trust then?" Ragno said stepping up behind the human. How easy would it be to just strike now and end the human's life, he wondered as he watched Laird wait for whoever he was calling to answer. And he would too if it hadn't been for his clutch leader's orders. He wanted to kill the man in front of him but he in no way wanted the ire of that savage man.

Oblivious to what the large alien behind him was thinking about Laird causally answered the question asked of him. "I'm going to hire a Jack crew that I've employed in the past." He said with a sniff. "The man in charge of it is a trusted ally and considered the best in his field."

Hearing the plan Ragno gave a disgruntled growl and turned to walk away. "Bah, I don't have time to wait for this "Jack" of yours Clayworth!" He said as he gathered his cloak. "While you waste more time playing games I'm going to return to my home and speak with my clutch leader."

"Fine go then... but give my hellos to Jugulo Warg-C01, would you?" Laird asked with sickening sweetness, reminding Ragno of the personal relationship he had with the alien's master. "I'm sure he'll be more than happy to hear from me again and more than happy enough to tell you to show me the respect I deserve."

Ragno gave a dark craggily laugh. "Don't worry Mr. Clayworth I'm sure you'll be the headliner of the conversation when I get back home to my home world.

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A week and a half later...

[Barnabus: Stress can be a funny thing. There's the kind of stress that just sort of sneaks up on you all at once, something just sets you off and you just explode like Krakatoa with an eruption that obliterates whatever was unlucky enough to have upset you in the first place. Then there's that other kind of stress, you know the kind I'm talking about. The sort that slowly builds up little bit by little bit over time until you can't take it anymore and you just want to strangle their green neck... ... ... wa-wait... where was I? ... ...Oh, yeah I was talking about stress. Anyway, as we make our way at a snail's pace to Loma Prime I beginning to realize just how troubling that second kind of stress can be. And I'm pretty sure the other members of my crew are feeling it to in some way.

Everyone except for Moah that is, the big guy's been held up in his workshop for the last couple of days doing something or other. As for the others, Alfred has taken it upon himself to mindlessly shake and sputter whenever we bring up the fact that we are on the run. And Rana... well she's been giving me the occasional dirty look while she rereads the same magazine over and over. I really can't blame her for that I guess, but I know we'll be alright. After all I've put her through worst and she's stuck by my worthless ass. Speaking about my "worthless ass", I have more than my fair share of stress myself. Not only from having to keep everyone safe and free from the military police, but from a new little problem that's sort of just popped up, so to speak. And I got this terrible feeling that it's our little pet Verdomian is to blame. I really don't want to go into that right now, though. It's a little bit too embarrassing.]

A tired yawn echoed through the bridge of the Wild Comet, its source coming from a very sleepy looking Barnabus who sat slumped in the copilot's chair, his eyes bleary and disposition irritable. It had been his turn to keep watch at the helm for last forty-eight hours straight and he was looking forward to one and only one thing after such a long stretch, a decent cup of joe. Checking the watch on his wrist the bearded Jack gave a small relieved smile. It had just turned to six o'clock, finally his shift was over!

Getting to his feet and stretching, his bones giving a sickening crack. Barnabus slowly made his way down the stairs to the observation deck and then walked into the common room, the door sliding up with its usually wheeze. Stepping Inside of the room, he found in the presence of a perturbed Rana sitting and an always nervous looking Alfred who were seated on the couch. Giving the two younger people an idle wave as he passed, Barnabus sheepishly mumbled a quick "Heya guys.", his small greeting only earning him a brisk nod from Rana and a timid "Hello captain." from Alfred in return.

'Guess she's still mad at me.' Barnabus thought to himself grimly as he continued his trek over to their ancient looking coffee maker. Sighing, the Jack captain picked up his "I heart beer guts" mug and went to pour a nice, steaming, aromatic cup of coffee. Unfortunately instead of the sweet elixir of life all he got was a few specks of left over grinds which fluttered into his trusty mug. "Dam it; please don't tell me we're out of coffee!" He shouted.

"We drank the last of it yesterday." Rana responded flatly as she turned around in her seat to give him a frown. "And yes, I already checked every inch of the cargo bay so no there isn't any more."

"Great, just damned great!" Growing frustrated Barnabus slammed down his mug and stomped his way over to the cabinets on the far side of the common rooms small kitchenette. There just had to be some caffeine somewhere on board, hell at this point he'd even suck on a tea bag if he could get his fix. "All I wanted was one little sip of coffee and I come back here to find out you guys drank it all on me!"

"You guys? YOU GUYS!!" Giving a growl of her own Rana jumped to her feet and padded her way over to the ship's captain. "How dare you Comet! It's not our fault that our food stores are running out! It's yours!! Everything that's happened to us in the last couple of weeks has been you fault remember! If you hadn't insisted on taking that stupid illegal job and gotten us in all this trouble we'd be back at port having all the coffee we wanted!"

Barnabus went to open his mouth to shot back, but before he did he realized what his best friend had just said and burst out into a belly laugh. "We'd be having all the coffee we wanted?" He asked with a smirk. "Really Rana?"

Rana too realized how bizarre her argument was and gave a sigh coupled with a small laugh. "Yeah, yeah I know. I don't know where that came from either." She stopped for a moment, looking at a spot on the wall to avoid eye contact. It had felt good to let off some steam by yelling at the bearded man, but now it just made her feel awkward. "But you know I'm right. We'd be nice and comfortable back at home right now if we hadn't taken that mission from the professor."

Barnabus scratched at an imaginary itch on the back of his neck and joined his second in trying not to look the other in the eyes. "I know and I've said sorry about a million times." He said. "But there's nothing we can do about it now but sit here and wait for the ship to get to Loma prime. I'm sure Moah's friend will be able to help us in some way."

"And if she can't?" Alfred asked from his spot on the couch.

There was a terrible pregnant pause as the question wafted through the air. Both Rana and Barnabus realizing that Rachel Bonnibel really was their last option. If she proved to be of no help then there wouldn't be any way out of their predicament. Finally after what seemed like forever Barnabus spoke up. "Let's not think that way right now Doc, ok?" Giving the younger man what he hoped was a reassuring smile he went over to him and ruffled his hair. "I'm sure we'll get out of this eventually. For now though, I think it's time I get myself some sleep."

"Guess that means you're off to the storage room again." Rana remarked with a smirk. "Unless you'll actually try sleeping in the same bed as your dear green hubby tonight."

"Don't call him that!" Barnabus huffed. The Jack captain really didn't know why his second in command enjoyed his reaction to that hated word. "Just so you know, noooo.... I'm not setting one boot in that dammed room while he's in there. That horny bastard's got the whole place smelling like his gross Verdomian spunk."

Rana gave a grimace at the mention of what Miktes' activities in her captain's bedroom. "He's still doing that?"

"Yeah, for six days straight!" Barnabus said with a stomp of his foot. Miktes had commandeered their captain's private quarters nearly the entire trip for his own private uses and anyone unlucky enough to actually try and interrupt him was met with a very angry and not to mention stick green orc who had no time for annoying interlopers. The Jack captain still couldn't believe that anyone could masturbate for that long a period and not have their dick fall off. "Why the heck is he so worked up anyway!?"

Getting up from his seat Alfred gave Barnabus a sympathetic look. "It's not really his fault Captain." He began to explain. "Miktes is just going through what his people call the "fever lust". Apparently all Verdomians go through it when they first get mated. At least that's what the researcher's say in their notes."

Barnabus scratched his head at that one. "A fever lust? Come on that's way to cheesy, you have to be making this stuff up."

"I'm not making things up Captain. He's all hot and bothered cause of a natural mechanism." Alfred said his face heating up. "Mister Miktes has become so aroused that he's no longer able to help himself. The only way he's able to sate his sexual desire is by having sex with his mate or to... you know, handle it himself"

Barnabus raised an eyebrow at the younger man's use of words. He wondered if the doctor realized what he had said. Shaking that aside however he asked, "If that's true then why wasn't he like that when he snuck aboard? We've been..." Barnabus gave a groan. "...Mated for nearly two weeks now."

"Remember when you hugged Mister Miktes back at the spaceport?" The medic waited for the older man to nod to his question. "Well you sort of jump started the whole process when you pushed his face into your chest. He inhaled your scent from its source and ta-da."

His scent was what was causing their alien pet to act like a horny teenager? Thinking back to that fateful day they had meant it actually made sense he realized. When he had found Miktes in his room the Verdomian had been sniffing at his bedding. It also made sense how he was always able to find him. The bug jerk was worst then a blood hound when he wanted to bother him. "Whatever it is, I just hope that the green lug gets over this "fever lust" soon so that I can clean my sheets." The Jack eventually said with a sigh. "I really, really miss my bed."

"It shouldn't last more than a few more days Captain." Alfred assured, then giving a questioning look he added. "Have you been feeling alright by the way? The fever is supposed to affect both mates."

Being asked that simple question caused a strange expression to cross Barnabus' face, the older man instantly turning away from both Rana and Alfred as he tried to hide a small blush rising in his cheeks. "No, I don't feel anything." He said a little too loudly. "In fact ever since I've walked in on our alien stowaway up in my room a few days ago I haven't even had a wiggle down there."

"Thanks for that little bit imagery Comet." Rana quipped, her little joke earning her a raspberry from the ever mature Barnabus. "Then again it's not like we didn't see worst at that Christmas party last year."

"You know I still have a printout of the news webpage where they talk about how the Captain had to be rescued down from the top of that billboard." Alfred said as he tried and utterly failed to keep his growing laughter down.

"Really?" Rana asked, a sadistic looking smile crossing her face. She remembered clearly how embarrassing it had been for Barnabus to have to be rescued by a pair of snickering firemen, the Jack captain only dressed in a Santa's hat, elf shoes, and a strategically placed bundle of mistletoe. "I thought Barnabus deleted every copy from here to the Sol system."

"He tried but... I sort of kept my copy in my personal files." Alfred informed her. "You want to see it again?"

Rana looked over her shoulder to Barnabus, taking a great amount of joy in the frown which he gave her in return. A little bit of revenge was just what the pilot was in the mood for after everything he had put them through. "Dam right I want to see it Alfred. Maybe we could even frame it."

As his two crewmates broke out into a fit of snickers and all too pleased smiles Barnabus, having enough of being made fun of, gave a huff and stormed out of the room. Of course as soon as the door closed behind him, his bad mood instantly vanished and he himself began to chuckle. Happy that his humiliation had caused the cloud of despair which had settled on his ship to lighten even if just a little. Having them laughing was the best way to put aside the direness of their situation. He only wished that the other little problem he had was just as easy to take care of.

[Barnabus: Remember that little problem I said Miktes was responsible for earlier? Well... I wasn't exactly referring to him being the usual pain in the ass he's always been. I'm talking about the little problem I developed since that stupid headlock I put him in back when I told Ekkar that pseudo-lie about our marriage. Seems I'm not as immune to that dammed "fever lust" as I claimed. For nearly a week I've been harder than a rock, the stiffness in my cargo pants only adding to the pressure that I'm feeling from being on the run. I can't tell you how much I wish I could just relieve myself, like Mickey is doing upstairs. Unfortunately I can't seem to find myself a place to jack off in. Forget about going to the store room or cargo bay! Every time I go in there for some private time someone walks in and interrupts me before I can even unbuckle my belt. And don't you dare suggest that I go hide in the bathroom to rub one out like some sort of pubescence teenager. No... it's obvious what I have to do to solve this problem and I know it isn't going to be pleasant.]

Gritting his teeth Barnabus made a decision then and there to kick out his uninvited roommate and retake his sleeping chamber. Turning towards the stairs and ascending upwards the Jack quickly went over his strategy. He knew that what he was about to walk into wasn't going to be a walk in the park. As soon as he went into his bedroom and ordered the Verdomian to get the hell out he knew Miktes would start right in with that, "I'm the dominate I ain't gotta do anything you want submissive!", crap. But he had to remain strong! After all, this was his ship and if that primitive wanted to fight about it than the Jack would be more than happy to kick some green colored ass like he did on that first day. Arriving at his bedroom door, Barnabus checked his weapon and then readied himself for what was on the other side. Confidently he pressed his hand against the flat metal surface and waited for the door to slid open ready for the fight of his life.

However what he found on the other side of the metal barrier was the complete opposite of what he had expected. Instead of a surly orc stampeding at him demanding that he leave he found a very naked and very aroused Miktes. The younger man lying on his back on the bed as he feverishly fisted his large erection, grunting and oddly squealing in unabashed pleasure. For a moment Barnabus found himself unable to move his legs, so entranced by the erotic and obscene display before him. Then strangely as if pulled by some unknown force he began to slowly walk towards the Verdomian, his eyes never once leaving Miktes' writing form as he came closer. Barnabus had never seen someone get so into the act of masturbating before, throwing away all caution and shame as they groped and moaned themselves into an orgasm. The whole thing was in a way almost mesmerizing to the voyeuristic human. Almost being the key word here.

After several minutes of Barnabus eventually remembered why he had come into the room in the first place. He needed to take care of his own problem. A problem which he might add had only grown worst from having watched his stowaway play with himself. Giving a cough older man tried to gain the Verdomian's attention. His attempt was clearly ignored however, because as soon as he made the noise Miktes let out a deafening roar and lurched upward, his lower body supported in the air by his legs while his lower half continued to rest on the bed as he suddenly came hard. Thick yellowish seed spraying from the tip of his engorged cock in four tremendous spurts which sent the volleys arching high into the air before they fell back down like rainfall onto his sweaty and panting olive skinned body.

"Wow..." Barnabus said, mouth agape. Taking a few tentative steps towards the bed the Jack observed as Miktes slumped back down onto his bed with a shuddering sigh and a small whimper, obviously worn out from his exertion. "You a-alright over there Mickey?" He asked with growing concerned.

Hearing the question and realizing that he wasn't alone in the room any more, Miktes snapped up into a seated position and let out a deep bestial growl ready to eviscerate whoever had dared to spy on him. At seeing that the intruder was only his stubborn little mate however his rage filled expression quickly changed into an annoyed sneer. "Oh it's you." Miktes huffed. "What the hell are you doing here submissive?"

Barnabus could feel the vein on his forehead twitch at the rude greeting. "I'm here because this is my dammed room you horny jackass." He said trying to keep his temper in check. Barnabus was truly getting really tired of having to constantly remind the younger man that the room he was currently residing in belong to him and him alone. "And might I add that's also my bed you're getting all sticky too! Do you know how long it took me to find those Flash Gordon bed sheets?" The Jack went over and examined the ruined state his vintage bedding was in. "I'm going to have to wash these a thousand times to get this stink of yours out of them."

Taking issue to the insult to his scent Miktes shifted into a cross legged position with both his hands in his lap and gave the human a pout to rival any spoiled child's. "I don't stink." He muttered sulkily. "If anyone stinks around here it's you. Damned smell is making me so horny that I gotta keep tugging myself. Not that doing it is doing me any good." He gave Barnabus an angry look. "You know if you're so worried 'bout these dammed sheets then how about you just let me fuck you instead? We can do it on the floor so we won't make a mess on the bed."

"Or how about you go and fuck a pair of bricks." Barnabus countered with a smirk. Nearly two and a half weeks since they had known each other and the other man was still trying to get him to have sex with him. If Barnabus had been a different man he might have been flattered by the devotion the orc was showing in trying to get him into the sack. Of course with the way Miktes was going on about the dominate/submissive stuff maybe he wouldn't be all that flattered. "Anyway kiddo I want you to get out of here for a while. I got something to do in here private and I don't want you as an audience."

Miktes only snorted at the request. "I ain't moving." He growled back petulantly. "Miktes, firstborn of the Hestry clan does not take orders from his submissive. He's the one who gives them!" A slight redness crept up the orc's green cheeks. "And besides... last time I tried tugging in one of the other rooms your female servant got real pissy about it. Hit me with one of those dammed paper things she always reads."

"Who said you had to go and rub one out while you were out of my room Mickey?" Barnabus responded with a smile. He almost forgot about that little incident from two days ago. Served Miktes right though, it had been Rana's room he had chosen to use for his special alone time. Getting back on the subject at hand, Barnabus realized that talking with the younger man wasn't going to work. If he wanted some peace and quiet he would have to get if by force. Reaching to his unwanted roommate Barnabus grabbed the Verdomian by the arm and tried to pull him up from the bed.

His plan didn't work however because as soon as they made contact, Miktes instantly rolled away from his touch acting as if it had burned him. "Don't touch me bastard!" He growled.

"Stop fighting me kid!" Barnabus huffed. "Like I said I want you out."

"I already told ya that I ain't moving!" Miktes repeated. Getting off of the other side of the bed the alien glowered across the piece of furniture at his mate. "And like I said don't you touch me again! Every time you do my dick just gets harder."

Barnabus gave the other man a questioning look. "It does?" Getting onto his tiptoes for a second the human peered over the bed and down at the heavy cock that the Verdomian sported. To his shock it had already began to recover from the climax Miktes had just had, it's dull red head rising upwards. "My touch really made you get hard again?" He asked feeling a little bit flattered. The older man hadn't been able to get that sort of reaction out of someone since he was a high school senior.

"Don't go getting a big head about this human." Miktes snapped. Reaching down with both of his hands the larger man cupped himself under his balls and lifted his entire package up a little. "The only reason this happened is cause I'm going through the fever. It's the same way for every pair of soul bounded mates. The fever lust gets to us and the only way we can solve it is by fucking." He gave his mate a puzzled expression. "So just submit already will ya! You gotta be feeling how awful the burning in your crotch is too."

Barnabus let his eyes snap down to Miktes' erection again for a moment before he answered. "Yeah I feel it a little." He admitted. There was no reason to lie to the younger man like he had done to his crew. Especially since he was standing there naked and covered in cum. "But, I'm not a Verdomian like you are though. Why am I being affected by this stupid fever?"

"Hell if I know." Miktes put his arms over his chest and looked away with a pout. "All I know is that I need to tug myself again now so I want you to get out."

Hearing his own demand shot back at him caused Barnabus to give his own growl. It seemed that the longer he interacted with a Verdomian the more he was becoming one "I'm not leaving!" He told the other man sternly. "You get the hell out!"

"No you get out!" Miktes said back haughtily. How dare his mate raise his voice at him. Taking a sturdy stance the warrior crossed his arms over his chest and stuck his nose up at the human.

Barnabus slammed both his hands on the bed and leaned forward staring right into Miktes' red eyes. He'd show the younger man who was boss on his ship. "No you get out!" He repeated

The red head copied his mate leaned down until they were nose to nose. If his submissive wanted a fight then he was sure as hell going to get one. "No you!"

"You!"

"You!"

"You!"

"YOU!!"

"I said get the hell... you know what FINE!" Having had more than enough of fighting with the stubborn man in front of him Barnabus turned around and began stomping over towards his bedroom recliner, plopping down into the comfortable piece of furniture as he glared over to Miktes in disgust. "I don't care if you're here or not anymore! I'm going to get some relief and I'm going to get it now!!" Without any further words the middle aged man unzipped the front of his cargo pants and pulled out his half erect cock, slowly starting to stroke the half hard organ with purpose. As he began to manipulate himself Barnabus let his head rest against the back of the chair he was sitting in, enjoying himself as the mind numbing sensations and friction brought him to full hardness in a matter of seconds. He had almost forgotten that he had someone else in the room with him until he heard a gasp coming from his unwanted roommate.

Standing across the room, Miktes was frozen in place as he watched his mate bare himself so obscenely. It was a pleasant surprised to say the least. From what the warrior had seen human's from were unnecessarily bashful about being naked unlike Verdomians. But he was his human mate openly playing with himself right in front of him almost teasingly. Seeing that weighty shaft disappear and reappear as Barnabus' hand moved up and down was so incredibly arousing to Miktes. It also made him realize that there was yet another way humans were different from his own kind. "Hey, why don't you got a hood over yer dick like normal?" Miktes asked not realizing that he had asked the question until it was too late.

Barnabus peeled open an eye when he heard the other man speak, then looking down at himself and then to Miktes' member he realized why he had asked him such a strange question. "I'm circumcised Mickey." He explained in annoyance. Couldn't he enjoy anything without that man bothering him? "They got rid of it long ago."

The large Verdomian warrior visibly cringed at the thought of getting rid of anything down between one's legs. "That some sort of rite of passage or something?" He asked.

"Naw we get it done when we're babies." Barnabus laughed. "It's a tradition from old earth or something. Never really so much use in it thought." Really he should have expected a question like that from Miktes eventually. After all he was from a primitive planet and wouldn't know about that certain practice. Looking down at the hard cock the other man had Barnabus was actually a little bit jealous he had always found uncut men kind of attractive. Of course that wasn't when said men were watching him like he was some sort of porn star. "Heya now that I answered your dumb question how about you leave now?" He asked. "I really don't like being watched when I'm doing this."

Miktes, realizing that he had been openly staring at the human instantly turned away, suddenly finding a very interesting spot on the nearby wall. 'Get a hold of yourself dammit!' He chided himself silently. 'Not like you ain't seen another male's dick before. You've actually seen lots of'um! In fact you..." As he had been trying to convince himself to ignore his insolent mate across the room Miktes had been idly scenting the air out of habit, it was halfway through his rationalization that he came across a new scent. This one ten times more powerful than the ones he had smelled before since he had entered his mate's flying house. 'What the... that smell... ahhhhhh... oh by the strangers that smell. It's so good, ahh!' Surveying the room the surly man frantically tried to find this alluring scent, but it was only when he came back to Barnabus did he realize where it had come from.

As he pleasured himself, the human had begun to leak precum. The sweet sticky liquid coating the blunt head of his modest but still somehow impressive cock with a wet looking sheen. Licking his lips at the sight of it Miktes climbed over the bed, watching as the older man continued what he was doing not noticing what he was doing. It was almost as if he was drawn to that smell, almost like he couldn't help but want to get closer and closer. The warrior was so entranced by his desire to get a up close look that he didn't realize how close he was to the other edge of the bed until it was too late, his large green body falling over the side and onto the thick shag carpet lining the floor with a thud.

Hearing the noise coming from across the room, Barnabus glanced up from what he was doing and over to Miktes, instantly becoming amused when he realized that the younger man had taken a tumble off of his bed. "Be careful over there will you?" He said while continuing to stroke himself. "I really don't feel like kicking your clumsy ass today because you broke more of my furniture." Not getting an answer from the other man Barnabus came to a slow stop and leaned forward in his seat, trying to see if something was wrong. Maybe the big lug had accidentally knocked himself out when he had fallen. If that were true then maybe he'd be able to jerk off in peace.

The Jack captain quickly found out however that his hope was for naught as Miktes scrambled up onto all fours and slowly started to stalk towards stalking him like a hungry predator. "I-Is there something wrong with you over there Miktes?" Barnabus asked a little taken aback now that the green alien was crawling towards him. He suddenly felt like he should try and run out of the room, the way that the Verdomian was snorting and growling at him making him fearful that he was about to be eaten or something.

"Shut up." Miktes growled as he came ever closer. "Just shut up and keep tugging on your dick submissive!" He really didn't want to hear what the older man was saying anymore. All the warrior wanted was for him to continue to jerk off. To make more of that slick precum leak down that fat and tasty looking cock so that I could get more of that smell. He needed more of that smell.

{Miktes: I know I should be ashamed of myself. To think that a mighty warrior and dominate like me, Miktes the firstborn of Hestry clan would act like some sort of pitiful submissive, craving to wrap his lips around another man's member. It's disgusting! If anyone from the village was here to witness the way I was losing control over these smells and sights I'd have to beat the crap outta them to keep them quiet. But right now... right now the truly sick thing about it is that I just don't give a fuck. All I want is to taste my mate. No... I needed a taste. I needed to burry my face into the human's hairy crouch, I needed to run my tongue up and down that thick rod, I needed to take him into my mouth and suck him dry until my human... (By the strangers did he just call Barnabus "his human"?) ...my human came and was reduced to a screaming gasping mess while I swallowed his seed.}

Growing nervous Barnabus was about to get up when Miktes finally came to a stop in front of him and shifted into a squatting position, moving quickly he then held Barnabus down by the legs and lent forward, sticking out his tongue so that he could languidly drag it across the head of the human's erection as both men let out a pleased and primal sounding growls as they both got pleasure from the action.

"SON-OF-A-BITCH!" Barnabus shouted around a moan. It had been weeks since he had proper head, that blow job from Sal back at the strip joint not really satisfying him. But as good as it felt he just couldn't let the alien between his legs have what he wanted, especially without asking. With great strength Barnabus place his palm against Miktes' green forehead and push the redhead away, fighting him as the orc tried to push back to get at his dick. "Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute there kiddo." He panted. "I-I didn't g-give you permission to come at me like that."

Miktes peered over to the pillar of flesh that was being denied to him his desire to taste it again evident in the way he was hard and aching from just that one little lick. Pushing Barnabus' hand away from his face he growled dangerously at the other man, giving the human his best display of dominance he could muster in his sexual daze. "Don't fight me submissive or you'll be sorry." He threatened.

Unfortunately for the kneeling man his attempt to scare his mate into giving him what he wanted didn't work, Barnabus glaring down at him and covering himself up so that Miktes couldn't see his cock any more. "What about that rule you had about forcing me." The Jack reminded with a grim tone. "Cause if you even think about trying it you'll be the one sorry."

Rolling back on his heels to sit on his haunches Miktes glared down at the floor. His stupid mate was right; he couldn't force the older man to give him what he wanted no matter how much he wanted to. The warrior didn't take stock in most of what his people believed but he was in no way a rapist. He had his honor and he would not take from another what was not offered. But it was just so frustrating, he wanted it so bad.

Miktes had never had this problem back home. Even if someone did refuse his advances there was always someone nearby to relieve the ach in his balls. Like what had happened before he had become mated when Ocher had rebuked him, the warrior had easily found the more than willing Nyroh to fuck afterwards. But now all he had... all he wanted was Barnabus and if Miktes was going to sate this appetite he'd have to say something that he had never done before. Mostly because the thought of saying this particular phrase made his stomach twist from the implication of his submissiveness.

Looking up slowly to meet his mate's eyes, Miktes said in a voice barely above a whisper. "Please... let me suck you."

"What?" Barnabus asked his eyes growing wide. He had never thought he would actually hear the other man say the word please. Especially when it was attached to such as the Verdomian himself would have put it, such a "submissive" request. "Are you being serious Mickey?"

Face heating up Miktes glared down at the floor in front of him. Completely and utterly embarrassed at the words which had only moments ago had come out of his tusked mouth. He was sounding like some sort of submissive and that nearly made him want to cry. "Don't make me repeat myself human." He said quietly. "Just agree to it and let me suck your cock, alright? Pa... ... please let me do it."

Barnabus watched as the various emotions crossed the green man's face. He knew that it had to a terrible blow to the alien's pride to say something like that. Ever since he had come aboard, Miktes had said, at nauseam how he was going to be the top and aggressive partner during any sort of sexual activity, not that he was going to be involved in any. This fever lust must have really been messing with his mind for him to actually offer to give him head. And as much as Barnabus wanted to get some relief he just couldn't take advantage of the red head when he was like this, even if that one lick had felt amazing. "Look Mick I don't think it's a good idea to-"

"-I said please!" Miktes interrupted in a pleading tone, all respect crumbling. The human couldn't keep denying him like this, it was just too cruel. "P-Please let me do it! I... I haven't done it before yes, but I want to do it now, I want to taste you."

Hearing that heartfelt admission Barnabus' last wall of defense crumbled as well and he gave a long sigh. He knew he'd hate himself in the morning for doing what he was about to do, but how could he refuse anymore. Especially after the way the orc had so cutely said what he had just said. Plus Barnabus too was feeling the need to get off, the fever running through his body just as it was the other man's. "Fine... go ahead kiddo, but just this once."

Miktes gave a happy growl at being given permission and instantly lurched forward, opening his tusked mouth and taking the human down to the hairy root in one felled swoop. Then with a loud slurp he began to work the pillar of meat in his maw with his tongue and lips like a madman. It was just so good, his mate was delicious and he wanted to get every single bit of that gamy musky taste.

Barnabus was in a similar state of euphoria as he was sloppily sucked on, rolling his head back against the back of his chair and letting out a strangled groan. For someone who had never suckled on another man before it seemed that the thickset man' between his legs had some sort of sixth sense for giving blow jobs. No one had ever taken him in so deep or been so enthusiastic as they gave him head. Miktes was acting like a starving man who had just been offered a steak dinner.

Eventually the younger man grew tired of just sucking on his pud though and pulled off. But before his mate could complain at the lack of activity down below Miktes began to run his tongue up and down Barnabus' weeping shaft, wrapping his slippery tongue around the shaft and tracing the pulsing veins crisscrossing the steel hard surface. "By the stranger's why am I enjoying do this!" Miktes said in-between slurps and lick. "This should be your job submissive, not mine. But I can't stop myself!"

"I... ahh ....I don't know kiddo but please keep doing!" Barnabus responded as he squirmed. Without realizing it the older man placed his hand on the back of the Verdomian's red haired head, giving him a gentle rub as the orc continued. "W-watch the teeth though, you'll snag the skin of you don't"

'Stupid submissive, imagine giving me orders and petting my head as I do this obscene thing for him.' Miktes thought idly to himself. He should just stop right now and leave the man high and dry. But as much as he wanted to show his mate who was boss, he just couldn't allow that he needed to run his tongue across every square inch of his smaller mate's hairy lower half. Growing bold Miktes put his hands under the human's thighs and lifted up as he began to nibble on his ball sack, sucking on the round orbs which dwelled within for a few moments before he moved even lower. The scent was even strong down here, all the sweat and musk gathering in the dark recesses of Barnabus' taint. Frantically he lapped against the sensitive skin, smirking to himself when his pointed ears were treated to the wanton grown he has elicited from the man above him. The Verdomian warrior realized then that he might have been acting submissive by pleasuring the older male the way he was, but in some strange way he was still in control. He decided how much pleasure to give the human and apparently the human was grateful for what he was getting.

Feeling that naughty tongue teasing his most private of areas Barnabus couldn't help the sounds which escaped from his mouth. No one had ever gone this far and when Miktes finally came to his furry furrow, slipping his alien tongue between his ass cheeks and touching his winking hole with just the very tip the Jack lost the last of his control. "Oh god, Mickey I'm about to cum!" Barnabus shouted at the top of his lungs. "I'M ABOUT TO CUM KIDDO!!"

Miktes' eyes flashed with an odd blue light when he heard his mate's heated announcement. The human was about to cum for him? If that were true then he just had to have a taste of it. Letting the bearded man's legs fall back down to the ground, the warrior took the human back into his mouth again and hummed in pleasure at the sensation as Barnabus came, the shaft of meat between his green lips giving pulse after pulse as it unloaded it's thick creamy emission down his greedy mouth. With that sweet flavor dancing across his tongue Miktes closed his eyes, his whole being vibrating as he swallowed what was given to him. He could drink down this elixir for the rest of his days and never grow tired of it, unfortunately as with all good things it came to an end much too soon.

His cock growing sensitive, Barnabus gave a tired chuckle and pushed the young man off of his cock, his amusement only growing as Miktes darted his tongue out to try and give one last lick. "Come one get off or you're going to bruise me or something." He said softly. Having to use a little bit of strength to move himself the Jack captain gave the dazed younger man's a few very light taps on the cheek trying to get his attention. "You... you ok kid?" He asked.

Reality slowly coming back to him as he licked his chops of the remaining seed, Miktes gave a huff as his face grew beet red. "Yeah I guess I am." He muttered. Growling the warrior peered down past his belly to his still very prominent erection. Guess he'd just have to take care of it himself, like most submissives that didn't cum during sex had to do. He never realized how frustrating it was to be left height and dry,

Following the other man's gaze Barnabus instantly noticed why he had got such a rude response to his question. He had forgotten his own motto when it came to being in bed with someone. Smirking, the dark haired man reached forward and pressed his palm against Miktes' green face, giving the alien a hard push which left him sprawled on the floor on his back. Then before the other man could react, Barnabus stood up, stepped to the side, and got down onto his knees. "Now just hold still." He ordered. "I'm about to give you a little bit of a "quid pro quo"."

"What the hell is "quid pro quo" 'spose to mean?" Miktes asked as he peered up at the human from his spread eagle position. The younger man quickly got his answer when, with a grunt the human lowered his head and swallowed his aching cock, fellating the organ expertly. The Verdomian he was pleasuring giving a pleased growl as his orchood was enveloped in warm wetness.

'Doesn't taste too bad.' Barnabus mused to himself as he started to suck and tease. 'Actually it sort of tastes really good. And I'm really liking all those small squealing sounds he's making.'

Being suckled upon the way he was caused Miktes to descend into a haze of pleasure and confusion. He had submitted to the human first, throwing away his pride as a dominate. Why was his mate now pleasuring him with his mouth? As the temporary alpha in their rutting session, Barnabus was supposed to remain on top so to speak. Making Miktes do all the work and then only after he was please allowing him to see to himself. But here he was acting like the submissive he was supposed to be. It was so un-Verdomian and in a way it made him a little angry, Miktes not knowing what to make out of this new behavior.

Thankfully for the bewildered red head his confusion didn't last long, because in only a few minutes of being blown he came yet again, his body tingling as his orgasm coursed through him. As the first of the onslaught came Barnabus pulled off of the orc he had been pleasing with his mouth, and began to stroke Miktes as his seed shot out in six hard jets, thick spunk coating the human's hand. "Dam it just keeps coming don't it." Barnabus laughed as he watched the other man. "You feel better now?"

Miktes pouted, he really didn't appreciate being talked to like a child getting over a tantrum. "Shut it human." He warned. Sitting up the red head gave his mate a push and then got to his feet. "I'm not sleeping in this room tonight." The Verdomian announced as he walked to the door and stomped out of the room still naked.

Listening as Rana who had apparently been walking down the hallway give a startled shout, Barnabus shook his head and let out a small laugh. Despite being a pain in the ass that grumpy ass alien had his charms the bearded man supposed. If only they could kee... 'No don't even think that Comet.' Barnabus quickly told himself when he realized what he was saying. 'Don't go getting attached. He's going back home as soon as we break this mating thing. All... all we did just now was help each other out.'

[Barnabus: I hate to say it, but even as I said that to myself I began to wonder if I was really being honest with myself. I... I guess I'll just have to reassert my distance in the future. All this was, was a little slip up. And I'm sure it won't happen again.]