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Tucker

He looked at the tiger stretched out on the couch. Theo had fallen asleep almost as soon as they'd detached from Paco's shuttle.

"Don't."

"Why not? He's all cute like that. And sleeping with someone snuggled against you is so much better," Tucker replied to the mule.

"Not his kind."

Tucker shook his head. "He isn't like the others. He's... he's nice. He helped us save Tom."

"He tried to destroy Epsilon."

"No, I don't buy it, and as angry as dad is, he doesn't think that either."

The mule shrugged.

"Uncle, we're on final approach. Are you ready to take over for docking? I'm going to go wake our passenger."

"I'm ready," Uncle's voice came back. He could have appeared next to them, but he enjoyed playing the role properly, and right now he was the coordination system. "Tuck, wake him by shaking him, not sucking him off."

"Sure, no problem." With a grin he got out of the seat.

"Shaking his shoulder. I swear, one of these days you're going to cause my fur to fall off. How your father still has any is beyond me."

"That's because when I'm done driving him up the walls, I make sure to have sex with him to calm his nerves. It's amazing what sex does for stress. As for you, you can't lose your fur, you're digital."

"Yes, I am, but you are still managing to drive me up the walls, even if they are virtual"

"I'd have sex with you if I could, you know that."

Silence.

"Uncle? You okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine, your comment brought up a file I haven't quite finished working out."

"Anything I can help with?"

Theo stirred and looked in his direction.

"No, this is something that occurred on Mars, during the assault."

"We're almost docked." To Uncle he said. "As Trevor looked at it? You know how he is with files."

"I don't need to bother him with this. I'll figure it out."

At Theo's tilted ear he smiled. "Trevor is one of my brothers, he spends more time on the net than among us, so he has a knack for stuff like decrypting files."

"And he's helping with that?" Theo turned and sat.

"Tuck, please don't talk about family matters with him."

"Something like that." Tucker helped him to his feet.

The shuttle vibrated. "We're docked," Brick said.

Tucker guided Theo to the floor hatch, which opened as they approached. The floor was about a body length away. He helped the other tiger to sit down and then hoisted him down, holding the restrains.

He jumped down after Theo and guided him along the small corridor. "You might feel queasy, the hall isn't straight, although you might not notice, it's angled so we're going to be lined up with the ship's gravity by the time we reach the door." If Theo felt anything he didn't show it. "You spent a lot of time in space? I mean, was going to Mars a first for you, or have you been traveling a lot?"

Theo didn't answer immediately. "Mars was a first for me," he finally admitted, "but I've spent time in space before."

"So gravity shifts aren't a new thing for you." His reply seemed to surprise Theo. "What?"

"I." He frowned. "I thought you were trying to find out where I was from."

"Oh, I don't care about that. I've had sex with guys from all over. Even had one of the Kuiper Belt miners. They're Independents too, you know. I'm not one of those people who think just because you don't like technology you're less than me. You don't need tech to have a cock or an ass."

"That's so accepting of you," Theo replied dryly.

Tucker ignored the sarcasm and smiled. "Here we are." A door opened before them and on the other side stood a man with deep purple fur and green stripes.

Tucker stopped in place. "Err, hi Dad." He looked behind him. Brick was coming. Blocking any escapes back to the shuttle

"Hello Tucker. Brick." He looked at Theo. "Mister Laramie." He motioned for them to join him inside the Mercury proper.

Tucker hesitated. His dad was already angry, and not the kind of angry he could smooth over with a good fuck either. He felt Brick's hand at his back and didn't have a choice. The mule wasn't worried. He'd take the verbal lashing and whatever punishment Eric gave him.

Tucker, on the other hand was his son, and Eric would find a way to make him feel his disappointment. He wished his dad was like other father and yelled and got it out of his system, but Eric barely raised his voice.

"Maybe one of you can explain to me why you boarded a SolGov ship and removed their prisoner?"

"We sort of had to," Tucker said.

His dad raised an eyebrow. "You had to? You're going to have to explain slightly more than that, Tucker."

Tucker looked down at his feet. His tail was also visible hugging his leg.

"They acted on my orders," Uncle said.

Tucker's head snapped up. Instead of sounding inside his head, Uncle's voice had come from down the corridor. A tiger in gray slack and white shirt was walking toward them. It took a few seconds to understand what he was doing, and then remembered their prisoner, one without an Implant and knowledge of what Uncle was.

"I know," Eric said. "What I want to know is why my son felt he should do this without telling me."

"Because I told him to."

His dad faced Uncle and Tucker took a step back. Theo was still watching them. He grabbed his arm and pulled him back too. He leaned in. "You don't want to be close to Dad when he's about to lose it like that."

The look of astonishment Theo gave him might have been funny under different circumstances. And it was a reminder that not everyone was able to read his father.

"You told him so." Eric pointed to Tucker. "He is my son. You do not get to order him about."

"Eric, calm down. You know I can. I understand why you're angry, I acted without--"

His dad's ears went up. "You think this is because you didn't tell me what you were doing?" His lips quirked up and Tucker cursed. Even Brick took a step back. "You really know me this poorly after the years we've worked together Uncle?"

"I know you very well, Eric."

"Really? Then explain to me how you could put my son in danger like that."

Uncle sighed. "I couldn't send you, and the two of you are the only ones Mister Laramie has had contact with. I certainly couldn't send Brick on his own, you know how he is around Independents, and anyone else I might send could have caused Mister Laramie to be combative."

His dad crossed his arms over his chest. "Alright. Please explain to me why you even wanted him."

"What they did affected us too. SolGov wouldn't have given us a chance to get the answers we need. We need to know what they might have gotten from our servers before anyone can have a chance to pry that information from his head."

Eric nodded. "Very good. Well thought out and spoken."

"Thank you."

"I'm sure you'll be able to convince Terry that's your reason, now how about you tell me the truth, Uncle?"

Uncle sighed and slouched. "Vanguard was going to take him."

"Paco was already there." Brick said.

"And?" Eric asked.

"I had to leave him alive. Tuck said so."

"They needed the time to return to the ship," Uncle said. "Mister Laramie's escape was discovered an hour ago, and SolGov is currently following Paco's shuttle as it heads to the Hermitage's base."

"Getting rid of Hermitage's band doesn't absolve you of what you did. We have an agreement Uncle. I ferry you around, so you can do all those things you so enjoy doing, but you don't put anyone here at risk."

"Eric, you know I'd never do that. Family's sacred. If I'd thought there was any kind of risk Tucker and Brick couldn't handle, I wouldn't have sent him. Eric, you know how I feel about all your sons. I watched them grow up. I couldn't forgive myself if I put any of them in harm's way."

His dad pursed his lips and Tucker relaxed. Things weren't safe yet, but Uncle had defused the situation enough there wasn't a risk of an Eric explosion anymore.

"Uncle, I am going to warn you. What you just did is putting you very close to having me terminate our agreement. If that means I need to decommission the mercury, I will do so."

"Dad, you can't."

"Tucker, this conversation doesn't involve you." Eric looked at him. "In fact, maybe you should escort Mister Laramie to whatever room Uncle has assigned him."

"Are--?"

"Now Tucker."

Tucker swallowed and motioned for Theo to move. He was relieved to be out of range of his father's anger, but he felt bad leaving Uncle alone to deal with it.

"Brick, stay."

Tucker looked over his shoulder. The mule's face was expressionless. "It was good knowing you buddy," Tucker said, and Brick nodded. After two intersections Tucker began breathing again.

"You're acting like we just escaped a battlefield."

"You haven't been around when my dad loses it. It isn't pretty."

"He didn't seem that bothered by what happened."

"Only because you don't know him. I told you his emotions are dampened, right? Back on Mars?"

"Yes."

"Well, what you just saw was my dad's equivalent of livid."

"How can you tell?"

"He's my dad. You know your dad's moods, right?"

"Yes, but his are a little more expressive."

"Don't worry about it. I don't expect you'll have to deal with my dad. He's in charge of the passenger side of the ship. Uncle deals with the rest, which includes you."

Theo stopped. "He runs a Black Ops division. Orr Corps has a spaceborne Black Ops base?"

"Why do you find that surprising? Everyone has one of those."

"I--" Theo shook his head. "Never mind."

Tucker noticed the twitching fingers from the corner of his eye. "You know, if there's something wrong with your fingers, I can get someone to look at them. We have one of the best med-bay here. I doubt it's something we can't fix. I mean, you're not one of those Independents who won't have anything to do with tech, at all, right? I mean you're in space."

"My forearm and hand are mechanical, so a med-bay wouldn't help."

"We have a great engineer. I can even take a look at it myself if you want."

Theo eyed him. "You're an engineer?"

"Yes, I took all the courses, the exams and I passed them."

"Right, and how many of the examiners did you have sex with?"

"All of them."

"So you slept your way into being an engineer."

"No, I became an engineer, then I slept with all of them."

"So it was payment for grading you well?"

"You know, you seem pretty obsessed with this idea of paying for sex. I don't do that. I don't charge and I don't pay. Is it because of whatever job you do that you think sex is some sort of currency?"

"Sometimes it is."

Tucker snorted. "No it's not. Sex is about having a good time." They reached a door and it opened. "Which reminds me." He motioned for Theo to enter. "You want me to help you break your room in? I don't think anyone's had sex in this one yet. I know I haven't."

"No Thank you." The other tiger's voice was clipped.

"Come on, I'm not that bad. I'm actually pretty good, but I mean--"

"Tucker, just stop, okay?"

Oh, he was serious. "I'm sorry. Let me take off the cage and I'll leave you alone."

With the headband in hand he stopped by the door. "There's a food printer and drink dispenser, no alcohol, sorry, Uncle doesn't want to risk having you commit suicide by alcohol poisoning. I'll come check in on you tomorrow."

* * * * *

Tucker knew he couldn't put this off any longer. It was time for him to face the music, or rather, his father. He'd spent hours walking in the lesser traveled parts of the ship. He'd even missed dinner. Staying where there was no one meant no sex, but anywhere he might have sex one of the crew could find him and let him know his dad wanted to see him.

Of course, if Eric was serious about it, he could just message him, but his father didn't like summoning his children that way. So an hour before bedtime he headed back to their room.

The door opened and Eric was seated, eyes closed. On the other side of the room Trevor was in a similar position, but his body was relaxed, while their father showed signs of tension.

Without opening his eyes he motioned for Tucker to approach. Eric stood and looked down at him. His father was half a head taller, and at times that difference made him seem like a benevolent being or an angry god. Right now he was neither. His father's face was neutral.

"Tuck, do you understand how disappointed I am in you right now?"

Tucker nodded and looked at his feet, and tail, which was back hugging his leg. His father placed a finger under his chin and made him look up.

"Why, Tuck? Why did you do this without telling me? And please don't tell me it's because Uncle told you not to. You know better."

Tucker forced his head down and rested his forehead on his father's shoulder.

"Because you wouldn't have let me do it."

Eric wrapped his arms around him. "Of course I wouldn't. That was dangerous. You could have gotten hurt."

"I just wanted to have some fun, Dad. And it wasn't dangerous. Uncle had all the guards redirected. Brick took care of Paco."

"Tuck, the ships big enough."

"But it's just the ship, Dad. I love all the sex, but I wanted to do something different for a while."

"Tuck, I can't lose you, any of you. You know what Paco's done to us. What he did to Brack, and Jeff. You know he was involved, you should have stayed away."

"I know dad."

"Tuck, I just don't want to lose you. Please, I need you to be careful."

He sighed. "I am dad. I know you don't think so, but I am careful."

Eric rubbed his forehead against Tucker's head. "I know you think you are Tuck. I know." He cut the fabric of Tucker's shirt with a claw and ran a hand through his fur. He nuzzled Tucker's ear, then licked the inside of the pavilion.

"D--d--dad," he stuttered as shots of pleasure ran through him. Eric's hand was on his back now, the fabric ripping as it moved. It moved down to his ass and squeezed it. Tucker moaned and tensed, pressing his groin into his father's hard cock.

"It's okay, Tuck. I have you. You're safe now."

Tucker opened his mouth to tell his father he was okay, but his Eric's hand left his ass and an instant later something was moving between his cheeks. Something slick. Fuck this, Tucker thought, Why was he trying to get his father to stop this? He gasped as a finger entered him. If his father needed to do this to reassure himself, he might as well enjoy the ride. His father licked his way down Tucker's neck then bit.

Tucker gasped and his cock jumped against the fabric. He will it away and felt his father's hot cock against his. He held on to his father, head back, eyes closed.

He yelped as he was pushed back and almost fell, just managing to put a foot down as his father forced him to move. The back of his knee hit the bed and they both fell on it. The mattress gave and adjusted to their combined weight so Tucker wasn't crushed under his father, but the finger in his ass did get pushed deeper.

Eric didn't give him time to do anything. He moved down, nibbling at his collarbone, then suck on his nipple. Tucker moaned, his eyes rolling back. His father let go and Tucker barely had time to catch his breath that the mouth was on his other nipple. This time Eric bit it.

"Oh Fuck Dad."

Eric didn't say anything. He relinquished the nipple and licked his way to Tucker's side, then nuzzled his arm away and he pressed his nose in his armpit. A shudder ran to this father's body and Tucker placed a hand on his back, rubbing it gently.

His father stayed like that for a long minute. Breathing in his scent. His whispered words Tucker couldn't hear, but he knew him well enough to figure they were words of comfort. For Tucker, for himself.

When he moved again he licked down the side, his free hand rubbing Tucker's stomach. Tucker continued rubbing his father's back, letting his claws gently trace patterns through the fur as he moved. The back becoming his father's neck, and then his head.

Eric buried his muzzle under Tucker's balls and stayed there, licking and breathing. Tucker raised his legs and rested them over his father's shoulders. His breath caught when Eric pushed his finger in deeper.

When Eric moved, it was to lick Tucker's balls, and then the base of his cock and up along it. Moving up meant Tucker's legs moved with him, raising his ass, and Eric made use of the better access, thrusting his finger in and out of Tucker.

Tucker gasped and groaned at the sensation the finger and tongue generated and then he cried out when Eric closed his mouth on his cock and swallowed it whole.

Eric sucked him off, moving up and down, deep throating him. Gone was the gentleness of the licking. There was an urgency now, a need. Eric's finger thrusting made sure to hit Tucker's prostate and he squeezed his balls with his other hand.

"Dad, oh Fuck. Dad. I'm--" He thrust up as he yelled. His balls tightened and his cock pulsed. The cum flowing only made his father suck him off harder.

When Eric finally slowed, then stopped moving, suckling on Tucker's still hard cock. He finally was able to think coherently. He glanced to where Trevor was sitting, and worried his screaming might have disturbed him, but his brother was still lost in his net dive.

His father moved, shrugging Tucker's legs off his shoulder and lying over him. Eric was still trembling and Tucker wrapped his arms around him. "I'm here Dad. I'm okay. I'm safe."

Eric buried his muzzle against Tucker's neck, but he didn't nibble or bite, he simply rested there. "Tuck, I'm--" his voice caught. "I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you, any of you."

Tucker held his father. Fear was the one emotion that didn't seem to be dampened. Not fear for himself. Tucker had seen his father walk up to an Independent assassin and take him down without even blinking, but if one of his sons was involved. Eric became a mess.

He held his father until he was no longer shaking. He didn't say anything. There was nothing to say. His father could smell him, had his taste on his tongue. There was nothing else he could do to show he was here, that he was safe.

Well, there was one other thing he could do. He pulled his father until they were completely on the large bed and rolled them over so his father was on his back. Tucker went to his knees. Eric was looking at him, smiling. His father placed his hands on Tucker's chest and Tucker covered them with his own and smiled back.

They didn't say anything. Eric didn't move under Tucker, didn't press him to do anything, he just watched him.

Tucker quirked a grin. His father might be content to just watch him, but he wasn't. A quick glance around the bed showed him the lube cloth his father had used. He grabbed it by the dry side and ran it over Eric's hard cock. His father never stopped looking at him, but his mouth parted as he shuddered.

Tucker adjusted his position and sat on his father's cock. They sighed in unison and then grinned.

Tucker moved up and down. Moaning. His father was nice and thick, not as long as the rest of his brothers, but size was only a small part of what made the sex so good. Sex with his father was always the best.

His father mouthed 'I love you Tucker,' and Tucker responded by mouthing 'I love you too.' His father wasn't usually this demonstrative, but he'd been shaken, and unlike Trevor, Tucker never minded when their father said the 'L' word. He took on of his father's hand and kissed the knuckles before turning it over and kissing the palm.

He rocked on his father's cock. Kissing his hand, licking his wrist and sucking on the fingers. His father's eyes never left his, even as he started panting.

Tucker tightened his ass as he moved on his father. Smiling around the finger he was sucking on.

"Oh Fuck, Tuck!" was all his father said before thrusting and opening his mouth in a silent scream.

Tucker felt his father cum inside him and closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation. There was something about feeling his father's orgasm that was unlike any other guy. It made him vibrate in sympathetic pleasure. Like the familiar connection meant the sensations were that much more powerful.

Eric relaxed, panting and his gaze hadn't moved when Tucker opened his eyes. He knew it was in his head. Sex with his brother didn't have this intensity, and they also had a familial connection, but he didn't care. He always, and would always, enjoy it.

Tucker was hard again, but neither of them paid attention to it. This had been for Eric and they knew it. To set his mind at ease in the most Orr way imaginable.

Tucker moved off his father and lay next to him. He licked the side of his muzzle. "Are you okay?" he asked. His father didn't always deal well with these bouts of strong emotions.

Eric nodded. "I'm not going to tell you not to do something like that again, Tuck. I know you too well. Just tell me next time, okay?"

He could lie, but that was the one thing his father wouldn't forgive. "Dad, if I tell you, even if you let me do it, which, be honest here, you wouldn't. You'd be a nervous wreck the entire time. You have a ship to run. You can't afford to be distracted."

"It's a passenger cruiser, Tuck, not the Flag of the Fleet. I can afford to worry about my children."

Tucker ran a hand through Eric's belly fur. "It doesn't mean I like doing that to you."

"Then--"

"Dad, You know I won't stop. I'm not like you, like Trevor. I'm not made to just work in a ship, or at the corporate office. I need the adrenaline boost."

Eric kissed his son's forehead. "And here I thought that enlisting you in the army would cure you of that." He smiled. "I can't change who you are--"

"Right," Tucker grinned.

Eric cuffed his ear playfully. "I don't want to, Tuck. You might have been driving me insane since you were a baby, but you're perfect. Perfectly maddening, I mean." Eric sighed. "But I don't want to lose you."

"Dad. I'm always careful. I know it doesn't look it a lot of the time. But I'm your son, I'm not an idiot."

"I know Tuck. I know." He kissed Tucker's forehead again and turned on his side, pressing his back against him. Tucker wrapped an arm around his father and held him tightly.

It was the best he could do to offer post sex comfort. The two of them were opposites, but also too much the same. They'd never be able to meet in the middle, so they'd had to comfort each other when needed. Tucker fell asleep holding his father.

He partially woke up when he felt someone press against his back.

"Go back to sleep," Trevor whispered. "We can have sex when we wake up."

Tucker mumbled something and sighed as he felt an arm over him and he was back asleep.