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Sequence 1 Merge 2, Stable Jackal, Human Jackal poked his head into the galley. “Russ, start packing the stuff. We’ll be going under in about an hour.” Not that the cryo chairs were on a timer. This was just so the cook, and those who needed to pack stuff away, knew to get started unless they wanted to be the only conscious person on the ship. His captain, back when he worked under his father, forced the crew into cryo at gun point. The way he ran his ship, being the last to go under was the only way to prevent a mutiny. Jackal, on the other hand, had built his crew on trust—he chuckled—and a bit of thrust, when the guy was amicable to that fun, so he wasn’t worried. The absolute worse would be Quigly changing their course so they would have no choice to get him his parts, but he knew not to do that when they had a client. Or not to do it at all if he wanted Jackal to get them to the station where his wife and daughter lived. Not so much a threat and more an agreement not to make each other’s life more difficult than it already was. He opened Tibs’s cabin not worried about what he’d see. Or rather worried he’d see exactly what he saw, his adopted brother at the desk, looking in the air; meaning he was working instead of getting ready for cryo. “Tibs, come on, that can wait.” He pushed a datapad toward Jackal. “Needs your signature.” “Tibs, work is done. It’s time for cryo, or, in your case, how about some sleep? You do need the stuff, you know.” He stepped to the desk before the younger man could tap the datapad. A quick glance told him it was a potential contract. He had no idea where the pickup or destination was, but he trusted Tibs and Don to work out courses that worked to their advantage, as well as the amounts asked for the job. He signed it. As the captain, nothing could be sent to a potential client without it. He kept telling Tibs he should be the captain, since he worked all the numbers, but all that got him was a glare. “Tibs,” he said. Then grabbed his shoulder. “Tibs, I need you back out here.” His friend’s eyes focused, and he looked at him. “You can’t spend all your time in there, Tibs.” “I spend plenty of time out here.” “You can’t spend all that time working. You need to have some fun.” Tibs narrowed his eyes. “You know I don’t care for that.” Jackal rolled his. “Not sex. We’re a crew. Play cards with them. Russ has a Battle Break game going, or whatever that’s called.” “Conquest Break, and Don’s in the game, so there’s no point joining it just to lose all the time.” “Just be social with them.” He saw the protest in his brother’s eyes, then it went away with a sigh. “I’ll try.” He squeezed the shoulder. “That’s all I ask. Now, don’t stay up the whole trip. Russ is putting all the food in cryo storage, so you aren’t going to have anything to eat.” Tibs twiddled his fingers. “Like electronic locks will keep me out.” “Good point. Add physical locks to the list of things to buy.” “After we get Quig his parts.” “If it has to come after, we’ll never get them. And Alex is good for it, so stop worrying about that.” “One of us has to.” “Cryo, Tibs. Soon. I’m off to get under myself.” “You’re getting under your friend, not yourself.” Jackal grinned. “I knew I’d get you to find this funny one day.” “Out!” Tibs pointed to the door. He left, looking back in. “And for the record, I plan on being on top this time.” Alex was already in the cabin, undressing, so Jackal leaned against the frame and admired the lean body. The scars on his back didn’t deter from its attractiveness. “I remember when you had more meat on your bones.” “It was fat,” Alex replied. “And my bone has remained the same.” He hesitated, then moved behind the other man, hugging him. “I’m sorry you had to go through all that.” “Jackal—” The protest was cut, and a breath taken. “Thank you. But you had nothing to do with that. It was my father, just like yours is the reason for your trauma. And we worked through that, remember?” Jackal chuckled before kissing the side of Alex’s neck. “I mostly remember passionate nights at the therapy center.” The other man chuckled. “I guess sex can be great therapy. You planning on getting in bed dressed?” Jackal was expertly out of his clothing under five seconds. Alex raised an eyebrow. “I swear, you have those holding magnetically to be out of them that fast.” “I am a talented man.” He ran a finger down Alex’s chest, passing over those scars. “As you well know.” The finger caressed the thickening cock, and he closed his hand over it. “I prefer doing that in bed.” Jackal grinned. “Not the story you told me.” Alex snorted. “That was pure passion, and we were outside. We’re inside, the beds right here and this isn’t….” Jackal did his best not to show the pain at what was unsaid, to not be jealous of the man Alex had spent so long trying to get back to. Fuck, he wished he had someone who loved him that much. “This is pure fun.” He pushed Alex onto the bed and climbed on after him and on top of him. He set the monitor he wore with the cryo program, then grabbed the lube and slicked Alex’s cock. He nodded to Jackal’s wrist. “Do you have any idea how weird that is?” “Says the guy who plays psychologist to computers.” He groaned as he lowered himself. “Fuck, I love your cock.” “You love every cock,” Alex replied, panting. He grabbed the hips and thrust, making Jackal gasp. “But I do like that tight ass of yours.” He thrust again. And again. Jackal tightened his ass and stroked his cock with his slick hand. Alex fucked him as he jerked himself off, edging until Alex’s panting became ragged. He didn’t try to match the orgasms, but he didn’t want to leave the other man wanting once he came down from his. Alex slammed in. Jackal raise his head and screamed in time with the monitor beeping. He didn’t feel it. He never did. That was the point of field cryo, but he could imagine his orgasm lasting three months, and that was a turn on by itself. A line of cum went from Alex’s stomach to his forehead, almost exactly in the middle as Jackal tipped to the side, exhausted. Yep, a three-month cum, even imagined, took it out of him. He reached for the other man, but Alex was already out of bed. “How long until we’re at the planet?” Again, he did his best not to voice the hurt. “A few hours. I don’t want to rush us into an unknown situation. Don couldn’t find anything about this system, which means someone is hiding something, which usually means security measures. We have time to snuggle.” “I have to get ready.” He headed for the room’s shower, and Jackal joined him. A few hours meant that unless Alex was wrong about his guy being here. This was the last time he got to hold him. Alex didn’t protest. He even let him wash him, touch him as much as Jackal needed. But he shook his head when he opened his mouth. Jackal knew better than to suggest they were perfect for each other, but…. Fuck, he wanted him. Wanted more than just the sex. He’d considered killing that Jack character. He could say it was because the man had stolen his name, and not because he wanted to keep Alex. But Alex would probably kill him in return. Get the ship to do it for him. Jackal couldn’t hold his own against someone who controlled machines the way Alex did. So he took what he could and cherished it. * * * * * “What do you have?” Jackal asked, taking his seat and going over the checks of the ship. He tapped the red blinking light, and it turned yellow. He decided that was good enough. “Nothing,” Tibs replied. “I’m going to need more than that before moving us closer.” They were still at the edge of the planetary system, where the ship had been programmed to stop and take them out of cryo. “I have nothing more. There ain’t any signals here I can do anything with. It’s all too degraded.” Jackal didn’t correct his brother’s speech. Tibs’s planet wasn’t one of those archaic ones, but not by much. And not enough to fall under SpaceGov’s protection as a ‘different society,’ so one of the universe’s many leisure corporations had taken stewardship of it. What a joke. They were supposed to see to it they grew with minimal interference. Remained their own people until they were advanced enough Space Gov forced them to lose that uniqueness by adopting the standard language, the standard currency, the standard way of thinking. It was the one aspect he agreed with his father on. People had the right to be whoever they wanted to be. Of course, for him, that mean being a tyrannical ruler over his ship. For Jackal, it meant not having to worry about the legality of the jobs he took. He didn’t want to change how Tibs spoke, but there was only so much SpaceGov would accept before it decided the language laws weren’t respected and forcefully take someone to be retrained. He usually slipped into archaic speech when he was annoyed, so usually only when speaking to Jackal. “If you can’t do anything with them, that means there’s something. How about you tell me what that something is?” “It’s nothing.” Tibs emphasized. “Something that started too weak to make it this far intact.” “From the planet?” “You see anything else out here that can broadcast?” “No, Tibs, I don’t. That’s why I need you to tell me what’s out there. Did you not sleep well?” “Cryo isn’t sleep.” “Tibs, I told you to stop working.” “Yes, it’s the planet.” Jackal smiled. “There, not so hard, is it?” “You’re lucky that thing’s not an implant. I’d coerce it into never getting hard.” “I thought you didn’t believe in luck? Just in being prepared.” “How about you get us to the planet?” Tibs nodded to the bridge’s door. “Before your friend decides you are kidnapping him and keeping him for yourself?” Alex chuckled. “How about you don’t bring me into this little family argument?” “If I take us in without more information,” Jackal said, looking at the little the scanners told him. “There’s no telling what we’ll find ourselves dealing with.” Again, he told himself they needed to be upgraded. A quarter of a light-year range was nowhere near enough. “I’m confident you and your brother can deal with surprises. And if you need support, I can join in. Just tell me where to sit.” He motioned to the station next to his and engaged the propulsion.