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Among The Stars

Chapter Four

By Roofles

“Good thing you missed,” Cyclone raised his hands up, lowering his head, as his mechanical clamp snapping shut as he did so. Ears splaying out the cyborg Saberwolf offered him a small smile.

“I only have one arm, give me a break.” Isaac snapped back harshly. “My balance is thrown off.” He grumbled.

The laser rifle had discharged it’s energy over Cyclone’s left shoulder, scorching a mark in the wall above Isaac’s and Typhon’s shared bed. The smell filled the room, and a small siren went on overhead as the lights dimmed as the red light spun around.

“Fire detected,” Sphinx’s voice turned mechanical as he spoke. About to release the sprinkler system in the room.

“Cut that out!” Typhon growled at the AI, looking up at the ceiling. He was never sure where that AI was and it left his fur standing on end, hypervigilant for when Sphinx would spring out in his holographic form and scare the Saberwolf.

Sphinx snickered from somewhere in the corner and the emergency lights clicked off, the original replacing them once more.

“Why was the power turned down on this?” Isaac asked Juke, looking over a shoulder at the ‘Yote standing there, snickering to himself. Juke had been looking forward to this. He hadn’t expected Isaac to actually fire the laser weapon at the stowaway onboard their ship.

You normally don’t fire weapons inside a spacecraft in the middle of space. One stray discharge and you could end up killing everyone on board.

“Standard safety procedures,” Juke shrugged, resting within the doorframe. “Here,” he added on as he grabbed the rifle from Isaac’s hand and turned the dial to the maximum output. Knowing Samson, the Ursa Major had bypassed the safety lock on this weapon and the laser rifle would be able to fire far stronger blasts than it was designed for.

It’d kill them all but, damn, that would be one hell of a way to go as Juke handed the weapon back and watched. Waiting for the captain to choose.

Isaac awkwardly took the rifle back with one hand, needing to reposition it with his shoulder before lifting it back up. It was heavy and the barrel swayed side to side, preventing a clean shot on the cyborg Saberwolf. His arm was tired, he was tired. Isaac just wanted to sleep.

“Why in the hells are you here?” Isaac asked, demanding a clear answer this time around.

“Space hells,” Cyclone snorted, shaking his head. He didn’t dare lower his hands down. “I’m just an innocent passenger, trying to get away from those crazed zealots. That’s all. I won’t take up that much room,” he rolled his eye.

It was eerie how much Cyclone resembled Isaac and Typhon, in their own respectable ways. As a Saberwolf, he resembled Typhon, but his mechanical arm and eyepatch looked like Isaac. A warped reflection of the two looked back at them in the room.

“You seem awfully familiar with those reptilians. Figured you were all buddy buddy with them. Reptiles from space,” Isaac even added a creepy “ooo” after as if talking about some B-movie with aliens attacking from space.

“The Rii’Far aren’t exactly reptilians. At least not the ones you’re familiar with,” Cyclone felt the need to bring up and point out. He sounded a lot like Isaac. The know it all that reminded the others on the team the facts about who or what they were fighting against. Isaac hated being on the other end of it. “The closest resemblance to your people would be the mythological dragons of old. Without the wings. Well, some Rii’Far have wings.”

“Space dragon… people? Right.” Isaac lowered his arm down, the laser barrel hitting against the floor. He tried not to let it show, the strain of holding up the heavy metallic weapon. He was sweating profusely, smelled like a sewer drain and was still covered in that tar like sludge substance. “I don’t have the energy for this,” Isaac admitted, done with today.

Isaac gave the handle of the laser rifle to Typhon and headed for the washroom within the captain’s quarters of the ship. He washed his hands of this entire affair. Wanting to sleep a cycle away after the hell he’d been through.

“What do you want me to do with him?” Juke asked, thumbing over at Cyclone. The other three just watching Isaac go.

“Throw him into the brig.” Isaac shouted back from the bathroom; the door left open as he stripped down.

“We don’t have a brig.” Juke reminded him and Isaac poked his head back out, now shirtless.

“What do you mean we don’t have a brig on this ship?” The Terran grew more annoyed with every passing second.

“Well, it is a scouting vessel.” Cyclone brought up.

“No!” Isaac pointed at him. “No, bad. No talk. You lost that privilege when you tried to assassinate Typhon.” Isaac felt the need to remind Cyclone. He was acting as if he hadn’t tried to murder his companion.

“Oh,” Typhon blinked a couple of times, ears perking up. “Right. He’s right! You did try to murder me. The fuck?” The Saberwolf turned on Cyclone, snarling at him now.

“How did you forget that?” Isaac questioned Typhon’s intelligence, before ducking into the washroom. “Throw him in a box or something. Because frankly? I don’t get a damn. I need a shower.” Isaac figured if Cyclone wasn’t trying anything, yet, he could at least take the five minutes necessary to wipe this stuff off his body.

It felt cold to the touch, numbing every place it was at. It was there. He could see it, but he couldn’t really feel it. It was an absence, like an empty piece of space with nothing in it on his skin. It was unnerving, uncomfortable, and disturbing to touch this substance. His mind unable to comprehend what it was. The nothingness of it.

Isaac wanted it off his body as he cranked up the heat on the shower.

“The sofa work for you?” Juke asked Cyclone and the Saberwolf nodded.

“Wait? He gets the sofa?” Typhon whined, upset that he hadn’t been offered it.

“Not the issue right now. Get in there,” Cyclone said and the next second Typhon was roughly shoved into the washroom behind Isaac. “Make sure you do the zappy zappy thing,” Cyclone snapped his fingers before pressing the door close button on the wall. Leaving Typhon and Isaac standing there, utterly confused as the two were shut in together.

“He acts like he’s captain.” Isaac almost laughed; a nervous sound escape him before he swallowed it down. Isaac hated the fact, if only for a single second, it was a relief. A relief to let someone else take charge so that he could rest and tend to his wounds.

Right now, Isaac didn’t feel like a captain. He’d been through one hell of an episode, feeling beat up and sore after the crazy ride. His eye was still acting up and his arm was missing. Isaac didn’t even dare to look into the mirror.

Samson, according to Sphinx over the commlink, was in the process of fixing his arm. “Upgrading it.” Isaac worried what that meant but left that to future Isaac to deal with. Sphinx was controlling the ship and keeping an eye on their “guest” that Sphinx claimed that Isaac had invited along.

“That’s why Cyclone said,” Sphinx finished over the speaker in the room.

“You did?” Typhon asked, eyes wide. “Why would you do that?”

“I didn’t invite him along!” Isaac groaned, dragging a hand down his face before shooting Typhon a look. “You need to stop believing everything you hear.” He shook his head before addressing Sphinx. “Sphinx, make sure to keep an eye on our… uninvited,” he glared over at Typhon. “Guest. Inform me the second he does anything suspicious.”

“Roger, roger.” Sphinx mimicked the voice from an old movie about stars and wars.

“Typhon,” Isaac started up. About to give Typhon another life lesson about the dos and don’ts of trusting strangers.

“I trust you. I believe what you have to say.” Typhon brought up and Isaac felt an ache in his chest as Typhon’s ears folded back and he twiddled his fingers, tail tucking in like a dog that had been admonished for misbehaving. “Even when we first met. Maybe not at first, but, you know, now I do. It’s been three years… I trust you.”

“Typhon,” Isaac was having a day. He almost went insane; the space station they were on he was pretty sure had been obliterated and now there was someone claiming to know him from the past he couldn’t remember. “Let’s just shower and call it a day. I’m just, done. That’s all. Need some rest, fresh coffee in the morning and then I’ll deal with all this.” He waved his hand towards the other room. “Out there. Right now? I just want some peace and quiet. That’s all.”

Isaac fumbled with his pants and Typhon had to assist him out of it. He was thankful that Typhon didn’t mention that. No matter how embarrassed Isaac was getting help like this from someone, Typhon had done it without a second thought or concern. To Typhon, helping Isaac came as natural as breathing did. Isaac was sure that whatever he asked of Typhon, the Saberwolf would try his best to do it.

It warmed the aching pit in his chest and the steaming hot water helped with the rest.

The rushing water was a blessing that Isaac desperately needed. It washed over his body, running down his skin and removing the uncomfortable feel of that sludge. Cleansing him of the filth. It pooled around his feet, refusing to go down the drain no matter how many times Isaac tried to push it down with a foot.

That black sludge lingering on the water’s surface like scum on a pond.

“Why won’t it…” Isaac was getting frustrated, and Typhon had to place a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

“Let me,” Typhon nosed Isaac’s cheek affectionately, before roughly shoving him aside. Pushing Isaac up and against the wall, face first, as the Saberwolf swapped places with him.

Crouching down, Typhon shoved his ass into Isaac’s front making the tired, sore, beat up and somewhat traumatized Terran blush even more than he already was as the much larger Saberwolf bent over.

“You could’ve just asked,” Isaac mumbled, holding Typhon’s ass now for support. That azure colored, blue fur ran between his fingers. The ends of each strand of fur was dark tip and it gave Typhon an impressive silhouette, outlining his body perfectly.

Isaac, guiltily, drank in his form. The curves of his rear, to his muscular thighs and over his strong back that had support him throughout these years. Isaac was only able to get this far thanks to having Typhon on his side.

Typhon wasn’t just the first mate on the ship, he was Isaac’s friend, companion, and the lifeline the Terran desperately needed to keep sane in space. Even without being void-touched, Isaac would’ve surely gone mad if he’d been alone out here.

Humans, like Saberwolves, weren’t made to be alone. Trapped in a tin can, hurtling through space. No wonder why every spacer out there called it “Space Madness.” Being thousands of lightyears away from another living soul would drive anyone mad…

“Now listen here, ya’ little shit.” Typhon said, most likely learning the phrase from Juke as he jabbed a finger at the gunk floating on top of the water. “Time for shock therapy!”

His fur sparks at the contact with the dark substance and with a nail, Typhon disintegrated it into nothingness. Bits and pieces floated up like the charred remains of something burned until only ash remained.

Then, those too, disappeared.

Leaving nothing behind. No residue. No smell. Just… nothing.

“How did you…” Isaac wanted to ask, wanted to know but he was too tired to truly care. All he wanted to do was curl up in bed and sleep the next week away. Typhon would mostly likely be there the entire time and the thought was extremely comforting.

Typhon’s tail slipped between Isaac’s legs and the Terran quickly realized the Saberwolf hadn’t gotten back up, yet. Typhon was busy rubbing his butt over Isaac’s front.

“Uh, what’s up?” Isaac asked, giving Typhon a quizzical look when the Saberwolf looked back at him. Typhon gave a toothy smile.

“I know things have been a bit crazy lately.” Typhon stood up slowly. He grabbed some soap, sudding up his fur until bubbles foamed in a frothy mixture over the blue fur. He ran his fingers through it, letting the water hit his back as he looked at Isaac. Typhon was so large and wide he blocked the shower completely from the smaller Terran in front of him. “But, another mission was successfully done… I think I deserve a reward.”

Typhon wiggled his eyebrows at Isaac and the Terran wanted to throw the luffa at his cheeky face.

It had been decided that after every successful mission – which mostly meant they came away alive and with all their limbs – the two of them would fool around together. It was a limitation that Isaac needed to quickly set after Typhon got his first taste of what Isaac could do with him.

“This is why we need a companion.” Typhon had said the first time he rutted against Isaac. Holding the naked Terran before him as he grinded against his leg like a dog in heat.

Isaac was just glad they were compatible.

One of the many things people seem to forget was that each and every culture and race across the vast universe had their own standards and customs for sex. Some did it only as a means of procreation, seeing it as filthy or disgusting otherwise. For those races? It actually was and Isaac had quickly learned that they, and many others around the universe were not physically compatible with Terran biology. They could even be lethal to try and procreate with.

Saberwolves on the other hand were one of the few that weren’t. Out of the thousands of different cultures and species in the universe, somehow Isaac had found a companion he matched with.

Where some races did it once every several cycles of their planet around their star, Saberwolves were far more like Terrans than any other race was. In other words, Typhon and Isaac could do it every single day if they liked. Sometimes multiple times in the same day.

Typhon had tried to crack open pandora’s sex box and Isaac had to quickly put several restraints and clauses down before Typhon could get fully drunk off it. He could be sated but never filled and Isaac was only one sweaty, exhaustedly spent man after each romp in the sack. He needed to write down an agreement before Typhon ended up squeezing him dry.

At times, literally.

Getting two witnesses on the ship, Isaac had Sphinx draw up a contract for Typhon and him to sign in order to “keep the peace” on the ship. Though Juke tried to slip in a “Freebie” ever third mission, they managed to agree to let Juke have his booze instead. The ‘Yote real lover.

“Article seven, page four, segment three…” Typhon had memorized the only important part of the contract he truly cared about. “After we successfully come back alive from a mission, with or without pay, and all of our limbs… I get to have sex.” He grinned toothily in the shower, tail wagging back and forth. It hit the curtain, then the wall. Repeating the action several times as he shrugged his shoulders. “Not my fault. It’s part of the contract. Rules are rules.”

Isaac couldn’t help but laugh at that. He was tired, exhausted, sore, and just overall beat up and here Typhon was… making him smile. It was such a rarity; how much Typhon could affect him like this.

Every day he felt lucky, truly blessed because Typhon was there in his life with him. Through it all. The good, the bad, and the ugly…

The Terran on the other hand, couldn’t just let Typhon have all the fun.

“Say that again.” Isaac waited for Typhon to repeat it, covering his mouth, and hiding his smile at the Saberwolf’s playful antics.

“What? Did I say it wrong? I’m sure it’s correct. Sphinx!” Typhon shouted and a small holographic lion appeared in the corner of the shower with them.

“Really wish you wouldn’t call me when you skin sacks aren’t wrapped up,” Sphinx grumbled with a roll of his eyes.

“It’s article seven, right?” Typhon whispered, glancing at Isaac as if afraid the Terran would hear him asking. “I didn’t get that, wrong, again did I…?”

“Yes. You were correct,” Sphinx nodded, floating on his back as he did his nails with a nailfile. “You are missing something, however, for the contractual agreement to be processed.” The hologram didn’t elaborate at first.

“I am?” Typhon tilted his head. “I’m pretty sure we did the job.” He counted things off on his fingers. “We survived, we blew up another ship, had delicious space kabobs.” Typhon tilted his head, thinking that over.

“Stop saying space in front of everything! Everything is in space. There is no need to add that in,” Sphinx’s glowing blue body turned red as he angrily said that to Typhon. “It’s not funny! Stop saying space.”

“I’m pretty, space, sure we, space, did every, space, thing.” Typhon said with a perfect neutral expression on his face as Sphinx’s eye twitched at that.

“It’s Isaac! Isaac is missing something…” Sphinx begrudgingly looked at the naked Terran standing there in the shower. Isaac had taken the time to finish washing his hair and body off while the two argued.

It wasn’t like this was the first time. Sphinx got bored, easily, and would often drop in to annoy Isaac, even if Typhon was around. It usually ended up with the two of them arguing while Isaac did his own thing.

“He is?” Typhon’s diamond shaped ears perked up and he quickly looked over at Isaac. His eyes hungrily roamed over his naked form. “I don’t see it.” He stated dumbly, jaw hanging open ever so slightly.

“The captain only has one arm.” Sphinx’s blue holographic body turned red as he growl out the words between clenched teeth. “Only. One. Arm! The contract specifically states that all members of the crew have to come back with all his limbs.”

“We brought the limb back,” Typhon blinked at the hologram, still not seeing the issue here.

“Attached! All limbs attached!” Sphinx yelled, shaking as he huffed and panted as if he needed to breathe after that.

“Oh. Oh!” Typhon looked at Sphinx then back at Isaac. “Are you alright?” He asked. Isaac rolled his eyes.

“How can you not notice that?” Isaac left him in the shower, stepping out to dry. Typhon was quick to follow after, Sphinx needing to turn the water off behind the Saberwolf. The ship had built in air dryers and the entire room filled with the sound of them blowing before the floor heated up and Isaac walked over to the mirror.

He wiped off the built-up steam off the front of it and looked at his cracked, shattered reflection. It was hard to shave when you couldn’t use a reflection. Being void-touched sucked. He couldn’t even see his damn reflection and had to rely on Typhon’s opinion, with Sphinx’s help, to see if he looked alright or not.

Typhon always said he looked perfect, while Sphinx always said he didn’t. The two of them, together, helped Isaac meet a happy middle between the two. Something he’d always done in life. Being in the middle of things.

“I’m literally missing an arm, Typhon. I’m… incomplete.” Isaac winced at the word, looking over at the Saberwolf. Typhon had stepped back into the shower to shake himself off, getting an extra dose from the air dryer to help with his fur. Sphinx loved to torment Typhon with it.

The Saberwolf looked him up and down, before focusing on Isaac’s face. His head tilted slightly, a smile forming on his black lipped muzzle as his ears perked up. Typhon’s eyes smiled at Isaac as much as his lips did.

“You look perfect to me.” Typhon said with a wag of his tail, stepping back out into the washroom to join Isaac.

It was simple. Those words, his words. Just like Typhon was. A simple man, with simple wants and needs in life. Isaac could’ve taken those words the wrong way, to lash out at him for not noticing the obvious disability that Isaac was suffering from. That Typhon was purposefully ignoring just how broken Isaac was after what had happened to him, what he did to himself…

But that wasn’t Typhon.

No matter where such feelings were coming from, Isaac had to grip hold of them… and release them. Let it all go and as he did, he felt better. That dread inside that built up and churned, bubbled, and toiled inside him like a cauldron about to spill over… could be emptied and drained, as long as Typhon looked at him like that.

As long as Isaac had Typhon, none of that mattered in the end and, Isaac knew, that was also how Typhon saw things. Saw them.

Being wanted? Didn’t matter. Dealing with all this unknown void crap or religious zealots or stowaways on their ship? None of it mattered at the end of the day. For as long as they had each other, the two of them knew they could get through anything.

“Thanks.” Isaac smiled at him, sighing as he shook his head. “You are the only one who could ever look at me with such an honest face and say something like that to me. And mean it…” Isaac smile faltered, and he looked away.

Resting a hand against the smooth counter top, Isaac glanced up at his broken, cracked reflection in the mirror.

“I can hardly say such words to myself,” Isaac muttered looking at the cracked reflection in the mirror. “I can’t even see myself to say them.” He sighed, shaking his head.

It was remarkable how different the two were from each other. Isaac glancing over as Typhon brushed his teeth, preparing for tonight. The Saberwolf flossing as Isaac just watched him.

Typhon had the shit beat out of him and was still walking around without the limp that Isaac had. He seemed to be naturally immune to the dark substance that so easily infected the Terran and others. Typhon could discharge electricity from his body and quickly recovered from any wound he received. Half the wounds Typhon had gotten over the years would’ve killed Isaac or even one of the other members of the crew.

Not him though. Typhon was special.

That much was clear. He was… so much more than what Isaac could ever even hope to become. That’s why he hated it when Typhon looked at him with those eyes. Standing there next to him as the fans blew and the towel around his waisted flopped in the hot air as Sphinx tried to torment the space wolf further.

Typhon didn’t even seem to notice the AI attempts to being annoying. He just looked at Isaac with those eyes that resembled miniature galaxies. Swirling stars within them as they stared at Isaac, and no other.

“Am I…” Isaac wasn’t even able to finish the sentence, to finish the thought, as his words choked in his throat. He cleared it quickly before Typhon could ask. The Saberwolf’s ear twitched and those starry eyes looked at him. “You tired? I feel like I could sleep an entire cycle!” Isaac forced an exhausted laugh from his body and looked at Typhon watching him.

Sometimes, it was just easier to lie to Typhon than to tell him the truth. Isaac didn’t want to be the one to take away that warmth he radiated. Typhon deserved better than that. Better than someone like Isaac…

“If you do? I’d be sure to join you.” Typhon’s tail wagged and he got the door for Isaac. “Just like when we were in the hibernation chamber together!” His smile grew wider, and his tail began to hit the counter top. Still looking at Isaac with those warm, caring eyes. His entire focus, his entire universe was the man that stood before him. Even being the one out of this world… “Shall we?”

“Yeah, but can we, uh, can still… If you want.” Isaac scratched his cheek. “I know this is a little off-putting,” Isaac said, feeling self-conscious as he looked at the spot his left arm should’ve been.

It was strange, at times, Isaac could swear he could still feel it. Phantom limb syndrome was still a mysterious occurrence that wasn’t abled to be fully explained, only theorized.

Isaac was distracted by the spot, staring at it as he tried to clench and unclench the hand he didn’t have any longer. Still, he felt something…

“You look perfect to me,” Typhon said, drawing Isaac’s attention. Typhon was staring at Isaac’s body, unashamed of how that might come across.

Standing there naked, Typhon looked the Terran over. His body fur, as Typhon called it, had a reddish tint to it. Like his hair. Matching Isaac’s father side of the family. Over the years, Isaac’s hair had turned darker and darker until it was almost black, resembling his mother’s side of the family. A strange mix of red and black that Isaac couldn’t explain.

Most Terrans were extremely diverse these galactic years. After what happened to Home-Earth, the entire nations, those that remained after the attack, had banded together to fight against the alien invaders. Half the world’s population had been wiped out. It was only with the help of the Tigron warfleet in the zone that repelled the invaders.

It had become common for every nationality to mix over the following years that passed by. Every Terran forced to interact with each other for survival. Being treated by the Tigeron Empire and introduced to the Galactic Union.

Those who didn’t or refused to play along? Didn’t last long.

For Earth was only a small speck in the vast cosmos of space, a little dot in the universe and their personal demands or wants had gone ignored by the rest. Others not willing for their pride or hubris to cost them any more lives lost.

Unless they agreed to band together, they were doomed to vanish in star dust.

Some didn’t make it, but others, like Isaac’s parents, had. A Chinese woman and an Irish man fell in love when there were no more borders or languages to divide them. The two stationed together during the aftermath of the war.

Coming together, just as Isaac and Typhon had in a way. Forced together because of the situation but falling for each other anyway.

It wasn’t his mixed heritage that bothered the Terran. It was the metal socket connected to his left shoulder that was so off-putting even Isaac hated looking at it in the mirror. Metallic clamps connected to his skin, buried deep into it, and drilled into his shoulder blades. The metal fused with his bone. The black spider veins from earlier were gone and his skin had returned to the naturally pale it normally was. The connector for his cybernetic arm was still there. Clearly visible, on full display when he wasn’t wearing anything like this.

Isaac turned away, not wanting Typhon to see it, and be repulsed by how it made him look or feel. The action only showed off the other implants he had to get to be part of the military.

As an ex-pilot for the Terran Fleet, the universally accepted Terran military branch of their people, he had ports drilled into his spine. On the back of his neck, going down to just above the coccyx, the tail bone, were seven ports spread out from one another. It allowed him to directly connect into Terran systems and pilot their ships. It was a means of preventing raiders or pirates from stealing their vessels, using their technology in the future.

Something the Terran’s themselves had done to get as far as they had, needing to catch up with all the other alien races out there that had discovered space travel.

Isaac’s body was a reflection of all the things he had endured. Of the Terrans tumultuous history. His body was a reflection of it. The trauma their people had been through, the numerous surgeries he had undergone, the countless efforts to better himself… To keep up with the rest of the galaxy.

Isaac didn’t regret them. He just didn’t expect Typhon, or anyone who wasn’t a Terran, to understand the lengths they, as such a weak race, had to go through just to keep up.

Typhon, even with all these flaws, still looked at him with those eyes.

“You look perfect to me,” Typhon said as he took a step forward, turning Isaac back around gently to look at him. “You still look like Isaac to me,” his smile met his eyes and his tail wagged. “My Isaac.”

Bending down, Typhon nuzzled Isaac’s face with his snout, placing a single hand on his shoulder. The shoulder with the missing arm. His finger brushed the cool metal. Typhon didn’t even flinch or react to it as Isaac had. Just holding the Terran firmly in place so he could nuzzle him.

“You look as perfect as the day I met you,” Typhon growled softly.

“You aren’t, uh, like into this are you?” Isaac mumbled, trying to joke away his embarrassment. Three years with the guy and, still, somehow Typhon could get to him. To make him feel this warm and special.

Despite knowing otherwise…

“Oh, space hells no.” Typhon laughed, standing back up and looking down at Isaac. Isaac only came up to Typhon’s chest now that the Saberwolf had matured and grown. Keeping a hand on Isaac’s shoulder, he led the Terran out of the washroom and into the bedroom to rest. “But, it’s whatever in the end.” Typhon shrugged, seemingly unbothered by it.

It had only taken three years for the Saberwolf not to look at his implants with disgust. Progress, he supposed. Isaac had quickly learned how much his people hated any kind of implants or piercing in their body. Seeing their bodies as a temple, not to be ruined by even getting their ears pierced.

If you lost a limb? Sucks to be you, that was your life now. Unlike Terrans who always tried to fix what was broken. Sometimes to a fault.

“Whatever?” Isaac lifted an eyebrow at that. Typhon didn’t need to pick him up, but the naked Saberwolf did anyways.

Picking Isaac up with ease, Typhon turned him around, so they were face to face. Sitting on the bed, Typhon placed Isaac on his lap. His hands roamed over Isaac’s body, feeling every curve and every scar that marred his body. Typhon’s dull nails dragged over one of the scars, looking down at the cut Isaac had gotten on a previous mission.

Isaac was so fragile compared to someone like Typhon.

“Being with you, is all that matters. Every day is a gift.” Typhon said as he looked down at that scar. Tracing it up to another. “I know Saber culture says this stuff,” he touched one of the mechanical ports on Isaac’s back with a finger. “Is unnatural. That such things aren’t acceptable back home, but we aren’t back at home, are we?” Typhon wiggled his ears, tail wagging as he nosed his chest, ruffling the hair there. “Are we?” He asked again, glancing up at Isaac’s face and wagging until he answered.

Typhon refused to let him go.

“No,” Isaac chuckled as Typhon nosed at him, sniffing over his body now. That cold bumpy black nose bumped into his cheek, dragging down under his chin and sniffed at his neck. His tongue soon followed, licking it lovingly.

“Exactly.” Typhon’s hold on the Terran tightened, squeezing Isaac once before easing up. “We aren’t there. We are here. Us. In the middle of nowhere!” He cracked a smiled, nosing at the Terran playfully, making him squirm and try and push Typhon’s face away. “We have no funds; we’re running out of food. We spent most of our money and still haven’t gotten paid yet for our last job!” Typhon went on, laughing about it at the end.

“Wow, great way to pick up my self-esteem there.” Isaac rolled his eyes. “Some captain I make.”

“All I’m saying is that… There is nowhere else out there that I rather be, than here with you.” Typhon pulled back just enough so he could look Isaac in the eye. “These scars?” Typhon said the word, glancing at Isaac’s arm. A part of the Saberwolf still seeing them as wounds instead of improvements. “Might be what you are now, but it’s not who you are. You,” Typhon traced a finger over Isaac’s cheek before placing that hand against his chest. He could feel the soft thud of the Terran’s heartbeat underneath his palm. “You are here,” he closed his eyes, ears folding back. “I can feel it. Feel you, beating underneath my palm. Feel you breathing and hear your breaths… this. This is you. This is real, and I love it. I love you…”

Typhon opened his eyes to see Isaac watching him. A mixture of emotions played over the Terrans face before he just laughed. Laughed as Isaac hugged the larger male and pressed into that cool fur that smelled like ozone. Squeezing him so tightly, his arm hurt after.

Typhon gladly returned the hug. Hugging Isaac to him with both arms, wrapping them around the smaller male and keeping him close. Turning to the side, Typhon plopped back down on the bed as the two cuddled with Isaac on top of him.

“I’m going to need some help,” Isaac admitted. It was always hard to ask for help. From experience, he was used to never getting it if he ever did. Only mockery. From his family, from those at the academy or even out in space. No other alien race looked at the Terran’s with favor, only scornful or greedy eyes.

Not like Typhon did.

Sitting up, Isaac placed his hand down on the side of Typhon’s head. Looking down at the Saberwolf underneath him as he straddled Typhon’s stomach. Isaac’s still damp hair fell on the sides of his face, smiling at him.

“Help?” One of Typhon’s diamond shaped ears jumped up at that. “You know I’ll do anything for you, Isaac.”

“That’s what I was hoping to hear,” Isaac bent forward, turning his head to the side before placing his lips on Typhon’s. Typhon gladly reciprocated the action as their lips met, forming together in perfect harmony. Typhon pushed against Isaac, pressing his lips firmly against the smaller male and drinking him in.

Typhon reached up slowly, delicately, as he ran his fingers through Isaac’s head fur, as he liked to call it. Feeling it run between his fingers until his hand drifted down, over Isaac’s back, along his ports before curving over his rear end and took hold of it with strong, needy fingers. Typhon’s large hand encompassed the entirety of Isaac’s ass cheek, with plenty of room left for those fingers to dip in between to tease at his tail hole with.

He loved how much smaller Isaac was than him. Able to do these things with the smaller male. It always made his tail wag, guiltily enjoying when Isaac got on him. The smaller man, shouting up at the larger Saberwolf. It was strange to an outsider, but perfect for them. Typhon still relied on Isaac for other things while Typhon could be the muscle man. They were a perfect pair, covering for each other’s weaknesses.

Two pieces of a puzzle able to fill their missing parts, he thought eying Isaac’s arm. If Isaac needed a hand? Typhon had two to give.

“You know,” Typhon panted as their lips broke apart and they shared their heated breaths with one another, pressing their foreheads together in a very Saber manner. “I brushed my teeth,” he grinned, showing off his fangs.

“Did you now?” Isaac cocked an eyebrow, suppressing a laugh at Typhon’s hinting. The Saberwolf wasn’t subtle.

“I know the contract says I don’t get a reward if you’re missing a limb,” Typhon rubbed up and down Isaac’s ass with his hand. He growled lustfully, humping the air a bit. “I was still hoping, if you like, I can, uh, make sure you are extra… clean?” He stuck the tip of his blue tinted tongue out.

“Why, Typhon? If I didn’t know any better,” Isaac wiggled his butt in the air. “I’d think you were flirting with me.”

“I am.” Typhon bluntly said, and Isaac snorted a laugh against the Saberwolf’s chest. “I was trying to be all cute and sexy like you do,” the Saberwolf fidgeted, splaying his ears. “Did I do it wrong? Should I be more… direct?” Those eyes slowly drifted back over to look Isaac’s face. He smirked at the thought. “I can be very direct, if you like Isaac…” He gripped Isaac’s ass harder. “Whatever you need me to be, I’ll be.”

Isaac felt Typhon guide his rear down, needing to move with it, down onto Typhon’s lap. Isaac felt the tip of the Saberwolf brush between his cheeks. It was cool to the touch. Not as warm as Isaac had expected it to be. Typhon’s body wasn’t like his and seemed to run cooler than a Terran’s. Not cold, just cool. Cool and refreshing, like a drink on a hot day.

It was a strange experience Isaac never got tired of.

“Now, now…” Isaac even booped Typhon’s nose with a finger. “The contract,” he reminded Typhon who frowned at that.

“Fuck the contract, I’m a pirate and I want some booty!” Typhon growled underneath him and smiled, seeing Isaac’s face light up with laughter. The sound filling the room as they shared another kiss. “I’ve already raised the sails,” Typhon wiggled his hips, his fat dick slapping from thigh to thigh. “I need a place to plant my flag.” He gave a cheeky smile, tail wagging quicker. He nosed Isaac again, loving the smell of him.

“Going to dig for bury treasure? Or bury it?” Isaac kept it up. Glancing around the room, Typhon noticed that Isaac was looking for something.

“What?” Typhon’s ears perked up, watching the Terran intensely as his fingers gripped Isaac’s side tightly in anticipation.

“I was looking for that dumb hat you had on earlier if you’re going to be a pirate. You need a hat-,” Isaac couldn’t even finish his sentence before getting thrown off Typhon’s lap as the Saberwolf bolted to his feet.

Thankfully, it had been back onto the bed.

Isaac was roughly shoved between Typhon’s legs, onto the bed, as the Saberwolf began sniffing around on the floor for what he’d been wearing earlier.

“The washroom!” Typhon yipped, jumping up and ran into the other room quickly. There was a ruckus, and something got knocked over before he came back out. Typhon ripped the still wet curtains off and tossed them behind him onto the floor, adjusting the cap on his head and posed for Isaac.

Standing there in the doorway of the washroom, Typhon leaning against one side as he crossed a leg in front of the other. He was wearing the feathered cap and nothing else. Lifting up his arm, Typhon nosed at his fuzzy blue furred armpit. Like other spots of his body, the fur there was darker in tone than the rest of his natural azure-colored fur. It was more of a navy blue and really stood out as the years passed by.

“Arr, I’m here for that booty, matey!” Typhon winked at the end, taking his time to walk over to rejoin Isaac on the bed. Typhon’s fat sack and hefty sheath swayed with his movements, bouncing off his toned muscular thighs before hanging low as the Saberwolf crawled over Isaac, trapping the smaller male beneath him on the bed. “An butt pirates don’t take no for an answer,” he wagged menacingly with a dorky grin on his face. “…if that’s alright,” his ears folded back and Isaac had to laugh.

“You’re an idiot.” Isaac smiled up at him and Typhon gave a cheeky smile.

“Yeah, but I look good, right?” Typhon asked, tilting his hat to one side. It ended up falling off after all the effort he had done to retrieve it and neither of the two cared. Isaac burst into laughter at that. The silly Saberwolf always made him feel so good and Isaac reached up to wrap his arm around Typhon’s neck, pulling him down, until their faces met.

Isaac nuzzled and rubbed against Typhon’s muzzle and cheek, over his neck and somewhat his chest. Doing the best a Terran could to show physical affection as a Saberwolf did. As Typhon often did with him. Typhon didn’t move during this. He just watched. Watched and enjoyed as Isaac tried his best to show the same physical affection for him as Typhon felt for the Terran.

There was something open and vulnerable about the gesture. Eyes closed, Isaac pushed his face against Typhon’s side and rubbed it over his chest, needing to sit up to get to his neck and, with Typhon’s support, to his face.

“You smell nice,” Isaac said the words after he pulled back, looking into those entrancing eyes. It was like looking into a telescope that was pointed into deep space. They were so amazing and wonderful, inhuman, and otherworldly in so many ways.

Just as Typhon was.

Isaac loved every second getting lost in them.

“Yeah?” Typhon tail wagged at that. “I’m glad,” the Saberwolf began to pant. “It would be really difficult to do this if you didn’t like my smell.”

“Do what?” Isaac asked stupidly and Typhon was more than happy to show the Terran.

Taking hold of the back of Isaac’s head, he guided the man’s face to his furry armpit. Roughly, Typhon rubbed Isaac’s nose into his pit and closed his arm around it and Isaac’s face. Holding the human there as his face became buried into the thick navy-blue fur.

It smelled. It smelled like a summers evening right before a thunder storm hit. It remined him of home… The smell of ozone, but there was another stronger smell. The smell of ozone combined with that deeper smell. A musky odor of a strong, clean male. Isaac reached up a hand, grabbing Typhon’s chest as he closed his eyes. Getting lost in it. In Typhon’s body and smell. Feeling that fur wash over his face as he felt Typhon’s heartbeat against his cheek.

Typhon reminded Isaac of home on the farm when the thunder storms would hit. The smell of ozone in the air and, somehow, his smell. It all smelled so familiar… Isaac could get fall asleep right there.

“Oh, Isaac…” Typhon swallowed the drool pooling on his tongue. “I’m so happy…” Toes clenching the floor, Typhon couldn’t help but nose at the Terran under his arm. Bumping his nose against his cheek. “I love you,” he whispered the words as his blue-tinted tongue licked over Isaac’s face. Softly, lovingly. The alien canine showing his affection as much as he could without disturbing Isaac while he was like this.

Typhon, Typhon loved this. He loved it so much he had to suppress the whine building up in his throat.

Typhon’s ears folded back as he felt it. Felt Isaac pushing against him. Sniffing him. Wanting more of Typhon’s smell, more of his body. To be with him. He wasn’t close enough, wanting to get closer. Get lost in Typhon’s fur, his smell, his body. To be together like this. The aching need the Terran showed for him, the assertiveness of it made Typhon’s sheath twitch and swell as Typhon swallowed again.

He loved how much Isaac did this. Loving on his body like this. Snuggling with him, holding each other, pressing their naked forms together until they fit like two pieces of a puzzle, becoming one connected whole. That was everything to him.

It was everything Typhon didn’t know he needed, until he found it.

Found it with this man.

Easing up, Typhon let Isaac pull back, gasping for fresh air. Isaac was red in the face. A cute thing, Typhon loved to see. It was something a Saber did only in the inner ears, blue instead of red. It was rare for Isaac to blush, to be that bothered or effected by something or anyone no matter how much he seemed worked up, Typhon knew otherwise...

Then there were moments like this. Where Isaac let down his guard and Typhon could see him for the young man he had hid away, not allowed to be anyone but perfect in his strict military family.

To see all of Isaac’s flaws and love him for them.

Every now and then Typhon could do it. He could get through all the defenses and shields Isaac put up to get to the man underneath. To make him giggle and laugh. To get him to blush and smile like that, like this, right now. That look on Isaac’s face as he looked at him with those eyes, that smile, on his freckled cheeks.

Eyes that looked at him as if he were the most precious, wonderful, incredible thing in the whole universe. Those eyes looked at Typhon as if he were the only star in the night sky and it was… everything.

They centered him, helped him focus on the here and now unlike his own eyes that made him feel lost, wandering through space aimlessly with no direction or course. Isaac was the captain of Typhon’s ship in more ways than one.

“Silly,” Isaac blushed, embarrassed about it, yet loving it. Typhon nose twitched and he could smell that. See Isaac’s arousal from this. Getting aroused and worked up by Typhon’s body as the Terran pet and rubbed over his furry body.

It was the best sight in the world.

“Only for you,” Typhon stuck the tip of his tongue out between his lips before nosing at him. Sniffing over his face. “You just… smell so much better… stinking of me.”

“So, you admit you are stinky.” Isaac teased, offering a rare wink as he gave a cheeky smile to Typhon. Isaac with his guard down, fully exposed, and open to the Saberwolf like this. Maybe that was one reason why Typhon loved these moments so much. It was the only chance he ever got to see Isaac for who he really was.

And something stirred inside Typhon’s chest. Something he wanted to share with Isaac fully and openly.

Resting back on their shared bed, Isaac looked up into the Saberwolf’s muzzled face. “I’ll have to get you to write that down, to preserve it for future generations. Typhon, the stinkiest boy! To prove that Isaac was, and is, always right.” He giggled.

Typhon growled playfully at that.

“You think that’s stinky,” Typhon grinned as he stood up fully, looking down over his wide chest at the Terran on lying on their bed. Taking hold of his junk in one hand, he shook it at the smaller male. “You should get a whiff of this, then!”

“Should I?” Isaac asked, glancing from the large package shoved in his face. Isaac looked up Typhon’s body, around his large furry chest and dark-skinned nipples to that muzzled face grinning down at him. “Is that an order, pirate captain Typhon?”

“Please?” Typhon whimpered, ears folding back as he begged. As much as he liked to be on top, Typhon could never say no to Isaac. Not ever. Never wanting to steal Isaac’s anatomy from him. As the Saberwolves had done to Typhon.

He wanted Isaac to be free to experience it all, on his own terms. With Typhon by his side.

“If you say it’s stinkier than your armpit? I just have to experience this for myself,” Isaac winked before scooting closer.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Isaac didn’t even need to lean forward as Typhon clumsily and quickly, in a lustful hurried rush, stepped forward to meet him halfway. In his haste, Typhon ended up bumping into the bed and shaking the entire thing. Stubbing his toe on the bottom of the bed, Typhon’s eye twitched and a pitiful whimper escaped his quivering lips, trying to hold it in as he curled the injured toe back. Typhon shook, holding in a scream.

“My poor baby,” Isaac soothed him, stifling a laugh behind a hand. “Want me to kiss it and make it better for you?” He rested back on his arm, looking up at Typhon again. A difficult feet with the Saberwolf’s chest nearly blocking his face from view from this angle.

“I, well, what about?” Typhon clenched his ass, wiggled his toes, and whined softly as he fidgeted on the spot, worried he had ruined things.

“Typhon,” Isaac said and the Saberwolf looked at him. “Are you implying that I won’t finish things off…?”

“I, well, no…” Typhon shook his head.

“Have I ever blue balled you?” Isaac asked, needing to explain what that was. Seeing as how Typhon’s furry balls were, in fact, blue. Both the navy-blue fur over them and, Isaac had learned from previous experience, the skin underneath.

Typhon was a very blue alien.

“No, of course not.” Typhon yipped, as if worried he’d done something wrong, again. Getting nervous and anxious now as he fiddled with his fingers in front of his chest. “I just, really, really want to do things with you. Like, all the time, Isaac. All. The time.” He made sure to make clear, here, and now.

Isaac had never doubted that, not for a single moment after hooking up with Typhon.

“Do you trust me?” Isaac asked and Typhon nodded. “Good boy. Now, lay on your back. On the floor. Right in front of me. Going to need you to do most the work tonight, bud. I’m kind of half here,” he added, glancing at his missing arm.

“Sure!” Typhon jumped on the opportunity, as if trying to prove himself to Isaac still.

Stepping close, again, Typhon nearly shoving his crotch into Isaac’s face. Something that had been an accident, Isaac was sure about. When Typhon got a thought into his head, everything else went out the other ear.

The large Saberwolf reached behind him and slowly lowered his body onto the ground. Lazing on his back, Typhon tucked his tail to the side as he pushed his rear against the bed and placed his legs on Isaac’s side. Looking down his torso, Typhon waited for Isaac to tell him what to do next.

Isaac had to smile at that. It was interesting, being with a partner as large and strong and… amazing as Typhon was and having the Saberwolf be the submissive one in their relationship. Typhon would… he would do anything Isaac asked of him and, at times like this, Isaac liked that.

Because Typhon trusted him that much. Placing even his sexual pleasures in Isaac’s hand and trusting the Terran to take care of them. Knowing when and how best to do so. Isaac always knew how keep things on course.

“Let me see your boo-boo,” Isaac motioned with his hand and Typhon pulled his knee in as if doing a stretch before placing his large paw in front of Isaac’s face. Isaac tried to hold it, but a low whine stopped him.

“I got it. I can keep it here, or there, or over here.” Typhon said moving the paw around in front of Isaac’s face. “You said you needed help…” Typhon fidgeted a bit, trying to scoot closer to the man sitting on the bed between his open legs. Isaac feet rested on the sides of Typhon’s sheath, and it twitched in reaction when Isaac bumped the side of a foot against it. Another strange experience.

Typhon’s fur ran between his toes like a warm, summers sea on a beach. Isaac couldn’t help rubbing his feet until they were lost underneath it’s surface, standing on the sandy shores of Typhon’s body.

“You rarely ever ask for my help, Isaac... So!” Typhon’s ears perked, before lying back down looking down at Isaac feet on him. He loved the feel of the other man’s weight resting on him, using him… letting Typhon support him, even like this. “So, let me do this for you. To help you when you need it. Let me… prove that I can.” Typhon muttered at the end, looking to the side.

“Typhon,” Isaac sighed. Grabbing hold of his paw, he moved it to the side as if it were a articulating arm. Moving it as he pleased and letting it stay exactly where he left it. It was kind of impressive how easily Typhon did that. Moving so easily at Isaac’s touch. “Typhon,” he said his name again so that the Saberwolf was looking at him. Their eyes met. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Typhon splayed his ears.

“You know I love you, right?”

“I do.” Typhon gave a single nod of his head, swallowing nervously. “I just…”

“You know how much you mean to me, right?” Isaac took hold of his paw and brought it back over to the side of his face. Not letting it get in the way from looking at Typhon.

“I-I do, yes.” Typhon anxiety rose, his eyes flicking over to his paw and back to Isaac. His eyes drifting down to stare at those lips. Isaac watched Typhon watching him as the Terran turned his head and brought those lips to Typhon’s big toe. Kissing it.

Typhon let out a soft whimper and splayed his toes, covering his face with a hand. Typhon peeked between his fingers.

Like Typhon’s skin, his paw pads were blue. A darker shade of blue than his skin was, matching his dark blue, almost black nose. They were slightly coarse to the touch, well worn, with that cool warmth to them like Typhon’s skin had. Isaac nosed his toes, sniffing them lightly and letting Typhon watch the action.

Sometimes, with Typhon, it was easier to show how much he meant to Isaac instead of using words. Actions always spoke louder than words, even when it came to love.

Isaac clenched his toes in Typhon’s fur, taking a slow deep breath of him. He’d recognize this smell anywhere…

“Do you trust me?” Isaac asked and Typhon gave that single nod. “Good.” He let go of the paw and it stayed perfectly still in front of him.

Reaching up with his hand, Isaac began to disconnected and remove the collar around his neck. Attached to the front of it was the universal translator and Isaac removed it. Placing it on the side table next to their bed. Within reach but not close enough to activate.

Typhon’s ears jumped up.

“W-wait, Isaac. I need to know what to do.” He whined softly now, eyes large and pleading.

“It’s alright.” Isaac said and, already, he could tell it didn’t translate through. Typhon let out a series of growling sounds that Isaac didn’t understand. He didn’t need too. By now he knew Typhon well enough and trusted him enough to do this for him.

He needed this just as much as Isaac did.

“I trust you Typhon.” Isaac admitted, now that the Saberwolf couldn’t understand him. “No matter what, I trust you…”

Grabbing his paw, Isaac brought it close again. Nosing at the center pad. With closed eyes, Isaac kissed it. Kissed the paw as if it were Typhon’s lips. Turning his head to one side, he made out with the center paw pad and felt the built-up tension in Typhon’s leg begin to ease and fade away as his tongue licked over the rough skin.

“You really do smell good,” Isaac hated to admit. He said the words, glancing over at the Saberwolf.

Typhon’s eyes were wide, ears up. Focused and center in on the Terran as he tried to understand him. Isaac smiled at that. He did love how much Typhon liked to look at him, to see him where so many others in his life never did.

They never bothered or try. Not like Typhon did. Typhon showed his love for Isaac every day they were together. His actions speaking louder than words. Isaac just wanted Typhon to see that. See how much he meant to Isaac.

Despite how he felt about it.

“You scare me,” Isaac said as he pulled back, looking at the paw in front of his face. He pushed his nose to one toe, then the next. Going down the list. Kissing each as he spoke in between them. “You scare me how strong you are. How you can generate electricity. A strange wolf with saber teeth from a hostile, war planet… I’m afraid of you,” he whispered at the end as he rested his forehead against that large paw.

Typhon didn’t understand, he just trusted Isaac as he curled his toes over his face and pressed his paw gently against Isaac nose. Watching the Terran sniff him. It was extremely arousing, and he whined again, leaking now. To see someone sniff him like this? Typhon was very into it. As long as it was with Isaac.

“I’d have gone insane a long, long time ago if it weren’t for you. Do you know that?” Isaac could say these things, admit the truth to Typhon when he couldn’t hear him. Couldn’t understand him, for fearing what the truth would do to their already strange relationship. “I’m so… afraid of losing you. I’m not sure if it’s for all the right reasons, though.” Isaac hated it as he felt a tear run down one eye. “Do I really love you…? Or am I using you to keep myself safe? Medicating off your body for this sickness I have inside me?”

Isaac clutched his chest tightly, unable to go on.

Typhon, carefully, moved his big toe down and wiped off Isaac’s wet cheek with it. Isaac blinked at that, looking at the Saberwolf who was watching him with worried, caring eyes.

Isaac, not wanting to let Typhon get worried, motioned for his other leg with his arm. Typhon lifted it up and, taking some effort, Isaac got the Saberwolf to squish his face between both paws. Squishing the worries inside away. Typhon’s tail wagged at that, feeling, and rubbing the Terran between his hefty paws for a full minute, before easing up.

Isaac didn’t need any more of this pity party he was throwing for himself.

Getting up, he stood on Typhon’s lower torso. The Saberwolf watched him, not even seeming to mind the weight. Isaac chuckled at that, as he stepped off Typhon’s body and moved up to his front. Taking a seat on the Saberwolf’s chest, Typhon pushed his chin down in front of Isaac’s open legs, nosing at his groin. His nose twitched several times, sniffing the Terran. Looking up at him for permission, Isaac smiled and gave a nod.

“Yes, Typhon. You get this bone. All to yourself,” Isaac teased with a wink. “All for you… only for you.”

Opening his muzzle, Typhon tongue rolled out to taste and lick at Isaac’s body. The smell wasn’t that strong after a shower, but Typhon enjoyed it anyway. He loved how smooth Isaac’s balls were compared to his own. Typhon would often get a furball caught in his throat after licking himself before he had found Isaac to do it for him.

Pushing his snout closer, Typhon took a slow deep breath of Isaac and held it in. Isaac rose on his chest… then slowly sunk back down as cool air washed over his groin as Typhon let it out.

“You smell wonderful, Isaac.” Typhon wagged.

Such memories made Typhon smile, licking at his companion, his friend, and his lovers shaft now. Pulling Isaac closer so that he could slide it’s full, erect length into his muzzle and suck on it. Licking over the smooth underside, to the fully engorged had and around the glands, Typhon teased the Terran. Teasing his length with wet slaps of the drool covered tongue, before working on the tip.

It was cool. Typhon’s muzzle was that cool warmth and it washed over Isaac’s naked body as he rested back a bit, huffing and panting with closed eyes. He let Typhon take his time. Isaac even encouraged it. Petting and rubbing between Typhon’s ears with his hand as the Saberwolf watched him.

Typhon’s eyes never strayed from Isaac face, reading every expression that passed over it. Typhon quickly picked up how to suck Isaac off. The smaller male loved it when he curled his thick tongue around Isaac length and jerked him off with it. Nursing and sucking on it before slathering the head with his thick, tart drool. Using it to lubricate Isaac’s shaft and bob his head up and down on it, between Isaac’s legs.

It was when Typhon went back to teasing the slit at the end that Isaac fully reacted.

Isaac moaned at the feel. Loving how good Typhon was getting at this. That muzzle could easily take his full length in without being worried of choking his friend. Typhon closed his lips around Isaac and closed his eyes, nursing on the length now that he knew what to do. That tongue was thick and long with a strange, grooved texture on the top of it. It was the perfect tool Isaac often used to masturbate with.

The texture was rough and pulled, dragged on the underside of his length in just the perfect way. It was just rough enough, his muzzle just long enough and that strange cool warmth made Isaac shiver in delight as Typhon’s breath washed over him.

“Typhon,” Isaac said his name and those eyes opened up to look at him. “I can’t live without you,” Isaac shuddered. “I need this more than you do, I think, heh…”

Resting forward, ass up in the air, Isaac groaned out on his knees, using a hand to support himself as he humped into Typhon’s muzzle. Typhon rested the back of his head against the carpeted floor and let Isaac do whatever he pleased with him. Letting the human use him, abuse him, love him, and get off on him.

It was the best experience.

As long as they were together, the universe could implode.

Typhon could tell by the struggling efforts the Terran made that he was getting close. The closer Isaac drew to that blissful release, the more worked up he would get. For a normally reserved person like Isaac, it was always an enjoyable sight to see. To get him this worked up and bothered, losing his composure and tact to hump Typhon’s muzzle like a worked-up, deprived dockworker.

Isaac took hold of Typhon’s head, rubbing one ear between his fingers.

“Good boy. Good boy, Typhon. My Typhon. Don’t stop. You’re so good at this.” Isaac moaned as Typhon pushed his lips against his groin, kissing his body. “That’s it. Just eat me up. Swallow every drop. Get your fill, devour my body, and beg me for more…”

Isaac was sweating as he groaned out and called Typhon’s name, curling around Typhon’s head as he humped into that snout. Panting and grunting and rutting like an animal against Typhon’s lips.

Typhon tail wagged as he pushed his nose into Isaac’s well-maintained curls. Smelling and breathing his partner in as he took hold of his ass with a hand, using a finger to tease and probe at Isaac’s hole. Helping stimulate him to that last push Isaac needed to finish.

Typhon was very familiar with every spot, every button he could push to get Isaac riled up like this. Face fucking him on the floor in their cabin as Isaac moaned his name.

The Saberwolf’s ears perked as he felt it. Felt Isaac tensing, legs flexing as his breath hitched in his throat. Holding it in, trying to hold it back as the building pleasure filled Isaac’s body until his hot, creamy center spilled out with a low moan that rose in volume with its release his core.

Giving Typhon all he was.

Isaac exploded over Typhon’s tongue. Warmth spilling from deep inside his body and down the Saberwolf’s throat. His shaft jumped; pumping shot after shot of his built-up release onto Typhon’s tongue. The Saberwolf would drag his tongue underneath Isaac’s length, flicking the tip of it over his before swallowing each one. Coaxing out more of that sweet, sweet taste of him. Gulping down his release and rubbing his stomach after, feeling Isaac’s love pooling inside him.

Sweat dripped from Isaac’s spent face and he panted over Typhon’s head, looking down at the Saberwolf he had humped against the floor. His mouth cracked into a smile and he let out a single “hah,” before he tried to get up.

Typhon didn’t let him go, not at first.

“Typhon,” Isaac panted as the Saberwolf under him smiled. “Do you… want me to stay like this?” Typhon gave a small nod, as if understanding him. With an amused huff, Isaac agreed. “Alright. Just… just a little longer then.”

Isaac didn’t get back on his knees, not at first.

Isaac careful turned himself around, facing towards Typhon’s body and laid down on him. Typhon’s muzzle followed the motion and the wolf’s snout ended up between Isaac’s legs, against where his sack and taint met. The perfect spot for Typhon’s face to be.

“Don’t take all night,” Isaac chuckled. He rose up as Typhon took another deep breath of him. He could feel the air rushing between his legs as those nostrils flared, sucking him in.

A low, satisfied growl rumbled in Typhon’s chest. Isaac listened to every second of it as his Saberwolf placed a hand on his back. Holding him close and near as he continued to nurse and lick Isaac’s length.

It had to be five, maybe ten minutes later before Isaac had to tap out. The Saberwolf was going to leave him chaffed if kept this up.

Isaac gave him the signal, patting Typhon’s chest with his hand several times. At that Typhon released him. The Saberwolf wouldn’t have minded falling asleep like that. Isaac shaft in his muzzle, his legs draped up over their bed as Typhon took up the entire floor. Holding Isaac securely on top of him. He really did love feeling that extra weight with him, on him. Knowing Isaac was there.

His tail wagged at the thought as Isaac carefully pulled himself free from Typhon’s lips.

Stumbled forwards, Isaac nearly fell on Typhon’s stomach. Typhon caught him with his legs, using them as a support to help guide Isaac back and onto the bed. Being the support the drained Terran desperately needed after that.

“Space hells, Typhon,” Isaac fell onto his back in bed, arm over his face as he sweated. “That was intense. I thought it would never stop.” Isaac wasn’t sure if he meant his release or Typhon’s sucking. Without being able to use his words, the Saberwolf had kept going until he had motioned for Typhon to stop.

If he hadn’t? Would Typhon have just keep going?

Isaac laughed at the thought, looking down at the Saberwolf watching him with perked ears. Typhon gave another audible swallow and Isaac laughed at the look he got from the Saberwolf, licking his lips.

“Typhon,” Isaac sat up. At saying his name, Typhon’s diamond shaped ears twitched. He sat up quickly, looking at Isaac. Waiting to see what they were going to do next. “I think it’s your turn to have all the fun.”

Using a hand, Isaac turned over and pressed his face against the bed, lifting up his ass. Using a hand, he spread his cheeks and wagged his butt for Typhon to see what he was offering up for the Saberwolf’s hungry eyes, and drooling maw. Words weren’t needed so such a direct approach, prostrating himself for Typhon was the best way to go. Isaac couldn’t help but wonder just what the Saberwolf was going to do with such an offer.

Isaac was practically serving himself on a silver platter for the hungry, horny Saberwolf. At this rate, Typhon might actually eat him. The thought made him laugh, flushed in the face as he smiled at the Saberwolf.

“Do it, Typhon. Eat me out. You know you want too.”

He had expected Typhon to pounce on top of him. It wouldn’t have been the first time, admittedly, that the Saberwolf had done so. He hadn’t. Typhon got up to his feet with a grunt. Taking a heavy step forward, he traced a finger around the curve of Isaac’s ass, looking down at the human before him.

Tilting his head to the side, Isaac could practically see the gears in Typhon’s head turning as he made up his mind of what to do with him first.

“What are you waiting for, big boy? I offer myself as tribute.” Isaac teased and Typhon’s ears and eyes turned to look at his face.

Nose twitching, Typhon knelt down before Isaac, getting on his knees, as he took hold of the Terran’s thighs. On his knees, Typhon was the same height as Isaac’s ass was. Holding his legs to help stabilize Isaac, Typhon buried his snout between his legs, underneath his crack. That dark blue colored nose pressed against Isaac’s taint. Typhon took a slow, deep breath of him and let it linger inside before letting it out.

“You really like my smell that much?” Isaac blushed as he saw the Saberwolf’s tail begin to wag, again.

Toes curling, Isaac gripped the bed sheets, waiting for Typhon to top him. The Saberwolf didn’t. Not at first. Instead, Typhon took his time. Nosing up over Isaac’s rear and between his cheeks. Sniffing him over before licking. Licking and tasting Isaac’s body on his lips like a fine wine. Savoring every taste to it’s fullest. That cool warmth pressed against Isaac tail hole. It was still steaming ever so slightly after the hot shower they’d shared together.

Licking up and over it, Typhon began to get to work.

Spreading Isaac’s ass cheeks, Typhon pushed his snout between them. Slurping up and over Isaac like the tastiest treat. Drool trickled from his lips, coating Isaac’s hole. His thick, wide tongue slapped between Isaac’s cheeks, making the Terran jump as if Typhon had spanked him. Over and over again, Typhon worked on it. Slapping his tongue against it, slurping at it, licking it, nipping at it with his teeth. All the while making Isaac melt against the bed.

Typhon eased it open with his nose, wiggling it against the hole before slipping his tongue inside to probe deeper. Isaac clenched around it and Typhon patiently waited for Isaac to relax before continuing to explore his depths. With closed eyes, folded ears, Typhon concentrated on the task at hand. Sealing the front of his lips around it, he slid the full length of his grooved, wide tongue deep inside the other man’s body. Probing and tasting him in the process.

“Ah,” Isaac jumped at that. Typhon’s strong grip held his rear in place, no matter how much Isaac reacted to this perverse cavity search of his body. “Fuck Typhon, you going to shove your snout in next?” Isaac gasped, gripping the sheets. The Saberwolf ignored him. Typhon using his tongue to search every inch of him as he slathered his inside with thick drool.

Typhon’s thickly wide tongue slapped at Isaac’s walls and the Terran grunted at the feeling, gripping the bedsheets as he began to pant again. That cool warmth was filling him, spreading him ever wider. Easing, and relaxing his inside and muscles as Typhon painted his inside with that drool covered tongue.

Isaac didn’t know how much longer he could last, already feeling another release building up at being eaten out like this. Typhon wasn’t in a rush and the noises Isaac was making only fueled his enthusiasm for what the two of them were doing.

“Typhon,” Isaac groaned into the sheets as he felt the front of Typhon’s muzzle try to spread his whole wider, the Saberwolf teasing him further as his whiskers brushed his cheeks. “I was joking about you shoving your snout inside me.” Toes curling tightly, Isaac kicked his feet helpless. “Typhon!”

The motion was enough to catch Typhon’s eye and the Saberwolf reluctantly pulled back. Taking hold of Isaac’s length with a hand, he jerked the Terran off as he went back at it, easing up a little bit. The Saberwolf growling softly at being stopped. He was curious how far he could get Isaac to go. Slurping and licking at that hole, Typhon decided not to muzzle fuck the Terran. Pushing his tongue inside and swirling it around, he helped Isaac relax from his teasing. Again and again, swirling that tongue around. It made Isaac moan his name until Typhon felt the warmth run between his fingers.

Typhon knew his buttons and how to push them. Isaac couldn’t hold back and ended up melting right onto Typhon’s fingers.

Satisfied, Typhon stood up.

Using the second release from Isaac, Typhon coated Isaac’s hole with his sticky fingers. He used what was left over his tip. The dark blue shaft had spilled out several inches during it all, unable to be contained any longer in that tight forming sheath that squeezed around his shaft. It felt good. Getting this riled up without showing it attention. Purposefully ignoring and neglecting it until it couldn’t take anymore. His dick ached and protested loudly at the neglect, demanding attention, and satisfaction. Typhon gave it a few good rubs, feeling his fat length in his fingers. Finally, his dark blue shaft pushed free of the restrictive furry flesh to stand tall in the air before the two. Bobbing in the air, Typhon stroked up its length and teased the two between two fingers.

He shuddered at the feel. Feeling his tapered tip being closed with his fingers always got him going.

Typhon stroked himself, loving the feel of Isaac’s warmth on his head. The lingering release of the Terran coating his shaft head, making it glisten proudly in the light. It tingled. It made the fur on his arms stand on end. Breathing in through his nose and out his mouth, the Saberwolf moaned loudly.

Typhon could smell it, smell him. The smell of Isaac’s release in the air made the Saberwolf growl, stroking himself off faster. Getting off on Isaac’s smell.

Isaac watched the impressive show above him on weak knees that felt like a pair of noodles.

Typhon’s shaft was large with a tapered tip, a forming knot at the base and it lightened the further down it went. Dark blue, almost black, at the tip and a much lighter blue at the base, where the knot was. On the underside were several ridges and Isaac, from experience, knew how pleasurable they felt inside. They also were fun to tease, getting Typhon really worked up when he did.

Isaac didn’t even bother to cover himself, knowing Typhon would take care of that for him soon enough.

Standing over Isaac, Typhon continued to rub his shaft. Stroking it faster and faster as he looked down at the Terran with his ass up in the air still. With a hand, Typhon got Isaac to turn around for him. Lying on his back and Isaac looked up at him. Typhon jerked off faster, seeing that face. He wanted to see Isaac’s face before he came.

Their eyes met and words didn’t need to be said as Typhon came.

His half-released length jumped, spurting into the air and over the Terran’s body. Coating him in Typhon’s musky fluids. Leaving slightly blue grayish streaks over the front of Isaac’s body. It was cool. That cool warmth that was Typhon’s body, covered Isaac and he shivered slightly from the strange feel of it. Of Typhon’s natural body temperature. It was different, alien, just like the Saberwolf was.

Isaac wouldn’t have it any other way.

Panting, Typhon watched Isaac with perked ears. Isaac lifted one of his legs up knowing that those spurts was just the first of what was to come this night. Typhon growled lustfully at that, panting happily down at Isaac. He loved watched Isaac lift his legs for him, offering his support by holding them up after catching his second wind. It let the Saberwolf grind against Isaac’s groin, sack, and taint while he watched the Terran scoop up his release and taste it on his lips.

“I swear,” Isaac licked his fingers clean one by one, taking his time to give Typhon a show of it. The already aroused Saberwolf’s tail began to wag at the sight. “I swear you taste like spearmint. Cool and refreshing,” he grinned up at the Saberwolf who smiled in return. Returning that smile with one filled with nothing but love and adoration for the man before him.

Isaac ran his hand over his hairy chest, rubbing Typhon’s release into it. He rubbed Typhon’s musk all over his body and even down, over his spent length and sack. Rubbing Typhon’s creaminess over his balls, squirming at the strange feel of it.

Typhon barked something, maybe it was a laugh. Isaac joined in. Giggling as he blushed as he rubbed this other man’s release all over his sack and length. He’d stink like Typhon and maybe that was what he had wanted. What they both had wanted. To smell like and be that much closer to each other as their eyes met and a smile was exchanged.

“The stinkiest boy,” Isaac teased, and Typhon yipped in response.

Typhon, holding Isaac’s legs up for him, nosed down and sniffed his foot. Licking over it, the Terran squirmed. Typhon’s ears splayed out as he guiltily smiled, apologizing that he wasn’t sure what to do about this. Where to go or how to start. Typhon normally listened to Isaac’s directions.

Without the Terran’s words he had to trust his instinct on the matter.

That was one reason why Typhon had so easily jerked off over Isaac. It was that primal, feral, cave man part of his brain that wanted to mark Isaac with this other Saberwolf on their ship. The thought of him made that dumb part of Typhon’s mind rear its head and bark out that he needed to go stake his claim. To mark Isaac and cover him with his scent, his body. To keep him close. To tell them, and everyone else onboard, that Isaac was his and his alone.

Growling at the animal thoughts, Typhon rubbed his length up and down between Isaac thighs. The Terran squeezed his tone thighs around Typhon’s fat length and the Saberwolf had to hold back a howl from the feel of it. Humping between those muscles. They had done that plenty of times before.

Typhon wanted more than this. More than that. He needed Isaac close to him tonight. There was no other option to be had.

“Can I?” Typhon begged, eyes closed, muzzle tipped towards the ceiling. “Please, please, please! Dear space pope, please let me plant my flag in your ass.”

“I’ve been waiting for it.” Isaac answered him. They might’ve not understood each other words without the universal translator, but some things were truly universal. Such as how horny Typhon was for him.

His previous release only seeming to egg the Saberwolf on to do more with Isaac tonight. Like an appetizer for the main course. And Typhon was hungry for more.

Leaning forward, Typhon rested his elbows on the bed as he kissed Isaac. Covering the smaller male with his body. He continued to rub and grind and thrust between the Terran’s thighs as they kissed and shared each other’s flavors with one another.

“I love you,” Isaac said after they broke the kiss. A trail of saliva connected his bottom lip to Typhon’s panting tongue. It hung out, before Typhon’s lips. Laughing at it, Isaac sat up enough to kiss that muscle that had been inside him. “Silly man.”

“I love you, Isaac.” Typhon wagged as he reached a hand down to adjust himself. “I need to see you. I need to look into your face, the entire time…” Typhon swallowed, eyes pleading. Isaac hadn’t a clue what he was asking for but nodded anyways.

For Isaac trusted Typhon more than he trusted himself.

Guiding his length down, Typhon found Isaac’s hole easy enough. His length was still dripping from his previous release. A thick ooze that dripped out in stringing globs. It served as the perfect lubricant for their time together. Rubbing the tip around Isaac’s hole, Typhon pushed just the first inch in.

He could feel Isaac’s resistance it. Feel the Terran under him squeeze ever so slightly around his length, despite his efforts not to do so. Isaac unable to help it with someone as large as Typhon.

“I’ll go slow,” Typhon promised him, continuing to look into his face. Into those eyes. If Typhon’s eyes were the universe, then Isaac’s eyes were the planets in it. Those eyes kept Typhon grounded. Prevented him from floating away. Forever in the moment. “Thank you,” he whispered the words as he felt it.

With his tip inside Isaac, Typhon felt his body naturally producing lubricant for entry. Preparing the two for mating. Typhon’s sack hung low between his legs, feeling heavier than before. He could practically feel it filling it up as he huffed and panted above Isaac as his tip continued to leak pre into his partner’s body.

It always felt strange. His tip leaking and spurting out pre inside Isaac’s body. Typhon whined softly, hoping he wasn’t accidentally peeing, again, inside the man. It was kind of hard to tell the difference at times.

The Terran in question just laid on the bed, letting things take its natural course with closed eyes.

It was cool. That fluid pumping inside him. As cool as Typhon’s release had been. Cool warmth filled Isaac as it leaked into him as a lubricant. Typhon began to slowly hump, pushing his length in before withdrawing it back to the very tip. Using the motioning to rub and coat Isaac’s inside with the pre filled inside. Twisting his hips to get the ridges of his shaft to scoop it up before spreading it around.

Isaac groaned softly, lazing there on the bed a Typhon did all the work today. He was spent, twice, and exhausted from everything that happened. Isaac just let it go. All his defenses and just let Typhon have this. The Saberwolf knew how to mate, it was one of the things Typhon was very good at.

So, Isaac did. He let everything else go and let Typhon work.

And it worked like a charm.

Isaac had always been worried about being topped by a strange, unknown alien species. It was common talk at The Flight Academy back home. Meeting a strange alien out there and then ending up in bed with them shortly after. Would it be pleasurable? Would it be dangerous?

Isaac didn’t know. Not until he met Typhon.

Typhon and Isaac, for the first year together, the two hadn’t. They hadn’t done it. Isaac was concerned the Saberwolf would lose himself in his lust and end up ripping Isaac’s ass in two. Only after looking into it, did the two carefully give it a try.

Thankfully, being ripped apart hadn’t been the case, and it was all thanks to Typhon’s strange biology.

Even now, Isaac could feel his body easing up, getting ready for the Saberwolf above him. It was almost like muscle relaxers were being pumped into him. Where there had been the sensation of pain, there was only pleasure as Typhon slid three inches of his ship into Isaac’s port, a bad joke Typhon had said the last time they had done this.

“I’m the captain,” Typhon had panted. “I’m driving this ship and you’re my port. Prepare to be docked and knotted!” He had practically howled at the end.

Isaac smiled at the warm memory, looking up at Typhon’s face. He wanted to watch it go in and out, but couldn’t pull his eyes away from Typhon’s own. The Saberwolf still bent over him, humping into his rear, their eyes locked together. Typhon never looked away from him.

Nothing else mattered.

There was no one else here but them.

Typhon pet the side of Isaac’s face, whispering comforting words filled with love as his length continued to push and fill Isaac, spreading the Terran and pull on his inside from the ridges on the underside of the alien canine’s length. It tugged and pulled in all the right ways and Isaac gasped, breathing heavily as he felt Typhon hold the side of his face in that large, strong hand of his.

Forever supporting him. Their lips met briefly, and Typhon thought he might blow right there. Instead, he just whined, pulling back as he looked at the Terran. Typhon’s eyes said a thousand words. All of them, Isaac didn’t need to hear.

For he knew how Typhon felt.

“I can’t live without you,” Isaac meant every word of it as a tear ran down his face as the Saberwolf finally hilted his length inside him. The thickness of it left Isaac feeling full, but not uncomfortably so. It was that cool warmth that carried him along in its blissful pleasure. Drugged and happy as the much larger male topped him, spread him, and took him this night. “I need you more than life. I need you always, now, and forever.” Isaac felt Typhon wipe away his tear.

He watched as the Saberwolf nose down at him, licking his cheek clean.

“Don’t ever leave me…” Isaac choked on the words as Typhon began to pick up speed. “Fuck, I need you. I need you, Typhon. You’re the only one for me. I hate it. I hate being so dependent on you. For everything. I love being with you!” He cried out as Typhon railed his ass into the bed. “I don’t want to see a day go by without you in it.”

Lifting Isaac’s lower body up off the bed, Typhon placed a foot up on it next to Isaac’s side. Holding his legs, Typhon continued to ram into his body with a control strength that should’ve hurt, but never did. It was perfect, just like Typhon was. The perfect amount of force, enough to shake the bed they were on.

“I’m sorry if I hold you back. If you have to slow down, so that I can keep up. I hate holding you back, but, fuck, Typhon…” Isaac cried out in sheer pleasure as he felt it. Felt when Typhon knotted him. Felt the alien’s shaft expand at the end, the knot engorging and sealing them together for the hours to come. It hummed with warmth and Isaac nearly came a third time that night. “I don’t want you to leave. I want you here, with me. Always. Always. Always!”

Typhon didn’t understand his words, but he could understand the pleasure on Isaac’s face. Typhon loved being the one to give Isaac that look. That look of ecstasy. The Terran grabbing the sheets as he and Typhon mated.

Knotted as they were, it was easy for Typhon to scoop Isaac up off the bed and into his arms. Holding him close, Typhon skillfully moved back on his legs, lying on the floor as he had before. Lying there with Isaac now on his lap, tied to him, and let the Terran ride the Saberwolf like a bucking bronco.

Typhon’s ass lifted off the ground, his nails grabbed and clawed at the carpet as his jaw clenched and a roar erupted from his muzzle as Isaac bounced up and down on his length. Every thrust upwards should’ve pushed Isaac off him, having the Terran slide off his slicken shaft. He didn’t. He couldn’t. Not tied as they were together.

The sensation of Isaac’s ass pulling on his knot, the feel of the human clenching around him. Holding Isaac’s hand and letting the Terran use his knees for support was all the perfect end to this night together.

Looking up, Typhon watched Isaac. Looking at him as he had no one else.

“Isaac,” Typhon said his name and the sweaty faced Terran looked down at him. “I’m gong to do it.” Typhon swallowed, giving a single nod. “I’m going to…” He had to relax, had to breathe. Recalling something someone had told him to do. In that moment, Typhon could barely grasp his own name let alone someone else. “I’m going to fill you with my light.” He said the words as his eyes began to glow and his fur stood on end. “Sphinx!” Typhon shouted out. “Turn off the lights,” and Sphinx did.

The lights around them dimmed and the entire room was lost in darkness. Then there was blue.

It started low. A dim glow that increased in intensity as Typhon unleashed it.

The electricity surged over Typhon’s body as the already large Saberwolf looked massive as his fur stood on end, sparks jumping between his strands of glowing fur as Isaac’s eyes widened, watching Typhon supercharge himself underneath him. Energize himself tied to the Terran.

Isaac expected to get electrocuted on the spot. He didn’t. He felt it bathe over his body. Feel the energy crackle in the air around them as it surrounded the two with Typhon’s blue light.

“Typhon,” Isaac cried out as Typhon howled. It sounded like thunder and felt like lightning as Isaac hair stood on end.

Isaac felt it. Felt the tingling sensation of the lightning rod shoved up his ass activate, glowing with Typhon’s blue light as the energy surged through Typhon’s body. The blue sparks draining from his eyes and his fur, from the very air itself, as it came rushing downwards into his nuts.

Isaac could only watch as Typhon’s dick glowed inside him. Like a dildo night light, shoved up his ass now turned on. It glowed a bright blue that the two looked at. Typhon gaping at it, just as surprised as Isaac was until Typhon stopped holding back.

Typhon simply let go. Let the restraints he’d placed on himself all these years go and let that light inside his body be shared with the man he chose to be with, here among the stars.

Two bright lights that were to become one.

Blue warmth filled Isaac’s lower torso, settling inside him. They could see the ribbons of blue shoot from Typhon’s tip inside Isaac body as the Saberwolf roared his release. Everything he was, everything that Isaac saw special about Typhon was shared with him. Typhon giving him a piece of his very core to share with the man he loved and cherished, more than the stars above.

“I love you,” Typhon panted, looking up from the glowing spot inside Isaac and to the Terran’s very confused, very alarmed face. Reaching out, Typhon touched the glowing spot and Isaac jumped from the feel of it.

“Typhon…” Isaac swallowed, looking up at him. “What did you do?”

“No matter where, no matter how far you are. I’ll always now, be with you…” Typhon panted, feeling utterly exhausted. His balls were spent, his energy sapped and drained. The Saberwolf’s head thudded against the floor as he stared up at the ceiling, wondering how in the space hells he had done that. “I… can feel you.” Typhon swallowed, looking down at Isaac. “I can feel myself inside you…”

Typhon stared at the warm light, transfixed by its glow, and knew, in some way, it was a piece of him.

Now forever a part of Isaac.

Isaac had reached over and grabbed the communication collar. Putting the universal translator around his neck. Connecting it, he looked at Typhon.

“What did you do?” Isaac asked, worry and confusion etched over his face.

“Hey,” Typhon said, glad he could talk again to him. His tail wagged. Just hearing Isaac’s voice made everything better. “I’m, uh, not really sure…? It’s something I’ve wanted to do, to, uh, try. I just never thought to supercharge myself while we were together like this…”

“You could’ve fried me!” Isaac was already complaining, and Typhon gave him a guilty smile.

“No, not this time.” Typhon said, somehow knowing that. “I knew, this time, it was… it was time to do it.”

“Until now…?” Isaac rubbed his stomach, worried he was going to get pregnant or some weird ass alien thing happening to him. The Terran Fleet always warned others about this type of thing happening. He just never thought he’d have it ever happen to him. If anyone were to screw over Isaac’s life, it would definitely be Typhon. “That isn’t possible for your kind is it? I don’t want children!”

Typhon shrugged. “Bro, I just shot lightning up your ass. Anything is possible!” He grinned as Isaac got on him for being so careless about this.

“This is why we don’t have sex more often.”

“Come on baby, don’t be like that.” Typhon giggled as Isaac hit him with his arm, the two still tied together.

Throughout the rest of the night, Typhon kept Isaac close. No matter how much Isaac protested about it. His knot hadn’t eased and neither of the two addressed what had happened between them further. The Saberwolf and Terran were stuck together, in more ways than one as Typhon, giggling, kissed a very angry Isaac, apologizing for trying it without permission.

“It was bound to happen,” Typhon rolled his eyes.

“Once you get your damn lightning rod out of my ass, I’m going to shove it up yours!” Isaac threatened. Typhon just wagged.

“Kinky.”

Grabbing a spare uniform from the closest, Typhon stepped into it. He pushed Isaac close against his chest, not minding at all that the Terran was still covered in his jizz. Keeping Isaac close, Typhon zipped up the back of the oversized uniform until it went up to the last port on the back of Isaac’s spine, where his neck was. The Terran rested his head against Typhon’s chest as the Saberwolf carefully crawled into bed with his partner, his friend, and his lover.

Keeping Isaac close as he pulled up the covers over the two. Typhon felt extra protective of him and turned Isaac to face the wall, keeping his back towards the door just in case.

“Good night,” Typhon rumbled, and Isaac muttered a few curse words in reply. “Love you,” Typhon kissed his hair.

“Shut up and go to sleep,” Isaac sighed, feeling utterly exhausted.

Typhon decided it was best not to tell Isaac what he had felt earlier, there at the end. It was like a piece of his very soul had broken off and been shared with the Terran. A part of him now residing inside Isaac.

It would have to be Typhon’s little secret, as his tail wagged. Still feeling his knot buried deep inside Isaac’s booty full of treasure. No one else could possibly know what the two of them had done, and achieved, this night.

“You’re terrible,” Isaac groaned, resting against his chest. The entire room smelled of Typhon. He smelled of Typhon. The stinky Saberwolf under him smelled like Typhon. Rubbing his gut, Isaac closed his eyes, hoping his body could process whatever that had been.

It felt like someone had shoved an anal bead into his ass and it hadn’t come out yet. At least he hadn’t been electrocuted, so there was that going for him!

“I love you too.” Typhon kissed the top of Isaac’s head before settling back down. The room was still dark, the lights turned off. The only light was the warmth inside Isaac that swirled and moved, spreading throughout the Terran’s body as the hours passed by and he remained tied to the Saberwolf that had kidnapped him.

Their dreams became shared and even long after Isaac closed his eyes, he felt Typhon there with him. Smelled him in the air and felt his hand in his. The two of them together, unaware of what they had done…

No one knew, other than the man waiting outside the door.

Cyclone rested against the wall, listening to everything that happened as he pulled out the golden rimmed hourglass and stared at it with his one good eye.

“It’s finally time, huh? Took them long enough,” Cyclone let out a huff, hearing every word the two said to each other with his translator. Everything Isaac had said to Typhon that he hoped no one else would hear.

No one else was awake and the ship was in sleep mode.

Twirling his clamp arm around, Cyclone began to hum heading towards the central console. “Atom bomb baby… my sweet little atom bomb,” Cyclone moved over and took a seat in the chair, spinning it around.

With the same movement, he attached something underneath the controls and got up, walking towards the hidden latch in the floor in the same turn of the chair. Reaching down, he pulled it up out of the ground despite being nearly invisible to the naked eye.

“A million times hotter than TNT,” Cyclone hummed walking down the steps down the railing to where the core of the ship was stored. Contained within compressed space, there was a miniaturized sun. Resting against the railing, Cyclone pushed down his glasses before staring at it. “Carries more wallop than uranium,” Cyclone huffed a laugh, smiling at the core as he stopped humming the song to himself. “Now this is a sight to see.” He cracked a grin before it slowly faded away.

His clamp crushed the railing, thinking of the two up above and the lack of a companion he had at his side.

“Just a little longer… Transfer his debt, to me. You and me, we got something to lose…” His face fell, looking down at the railing. Tracing his hand over the damages he’d done to it. The harm he had caused already.

Slowly, Cyclone headed back upstairs on clunky, metallic feet.

Closing the hatch behind him, Cyclone made his way toward the other side of the ship, where the cargo was kept. Cyclone took a heavy seat next to several crates in a corner. Pulling out a cannister, he shoved the end tubing into his mouth and released the entire dosage of it with a flick of a switch.

The foul rust tasting, even fouler smelling substance filled his mechanized lungs. Coughing and hacking, Cyclone rested his head back, holding the medicine close to his chest as his wrist band buzzed.

“Is it ready? Did you plant it?” The message said. Cyclone stared down at it for several long, agonizing seconds. Or maybe that was just the feeling of the medicine working inside. Dulling his senses as it kicked in.

Looking up at the far door at the end of the hallway, where the captain quarters were, he gave a single nod, sighing as he pressed the reply.

“Yes. It’s done. They’re on route now.” Cyclone replied with. “They’re carrying the compressed sun with them. Unaware of it’s purpose. They’re just using it as fuel.”

“Can’t believe that worked.” Rakastan replied with shortly. “See you there.”

“Of course it worked,” Cyclone eye glazed over. “I know the captain of the ship…” Resting back against the wall, he closed his eye. “I know him better than anyone else…” Cyclone cracked a sad smile. “Or used too…”

The Stellar Drift continued on it’s preprogrammed course, heading straight to the rendezvous point. Without the crew even aware of it.

“It’s not called love, without a little tragedy… eh? Isaac…?” Cyclone hacked and cough until black bile spilled from his lips. He rubbed it on the floor next to him. Not caring as it squirmed and moved at his side, disappearing into the metal grating under him as if alive. “It’s your fault… for giving me hope.” Cyclone cursed himself for feeling so bitter inside. “No matter how many stars I steal, it’ll never be enough…”

Cyclone looked up towards the room, then further at the ceiling as he fell back, gasping for air. Clutching his chest. The thrumming in his chest increase, the grinding of gears an aching reminder of all he’d sacrificed and given.

“It’ll never be enough, because there is only one light that shines as bright as you…” Closing his eyes, Cyclone let sleep take him. An empty pit, a cold devoid of warmth, filled with nothing. Emptiness eating away at his insides… “Isaac,” he breathed out the name. His only comfort. “Making your way in the world today, takes everything you got… taking a break from all your worries… be nice to get away… where everybody, knows your… name.”

Cyclone groaned.

“Where someone… knows your name…”