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Night or day didn't exist in the vastness of space. Only the silent digital screens in the different living quarters shone through it all, the last semblance of normality. The screens were also one of the few things that F-69 hadn't considered useless to their survival, and hadn't powered down to maintain life-support. Of course, F-69 didn't care. Being an android, he would run until his nuclear battery died. But the organic crew still on board depended on oxygen to live, so he simply tittered softly while running his daily system diagnostics. It was the same routine since he'd left Earth with the original crew.

A noise in the corridor sent his diodes beeping, and F-69 nodded slightly.

• Captain Knight, hello. How did you sleep?

• Good as always Effie. And stop calling me captain, I've told you already.

• I've been programmed in that capacity, captain. No overrides are possible without the proper authorization. I've told you already.

Connor gave the android a playful nudge before making his way into the cafeteria. No matter what F-69 could possibly say, everything on board the Orion's Kiss had been affected by that long-ago ion storm. The ion storm that had sent the ship far into unknown space, far from anyone and anything he had known.

And he wasn't the only one. The only reason he hadn't fallen into some sort of madness after ten years of wandering and aimless travels were the other three members of the original crew who hadn't fallen prey to space-fever, anti-matter allergies or plain homesickness. They were four, Connor included, and F-69. All the others were dead, and Connor Knight was captain of none.

In the cafeteria, Connor wasn't surprised to find Dox already seated in their usual chair near the heater, drinking warm Martian coffee through a straw. Seeing the captain, Dox waved a languid hand while their third eyelids blinked slowly.

• Hello Connor.

• Hey Dox. Any coffee left?

• You know even I couldn't drink all the pot in one sitting. Please.

Dox gestured with their arm not occupied with coffee cups towards the replicator, and Connor brushed their shoulder with a smile.

Paradox Sunset - or Dox - had been with the Orion's Kiss from the start, serving as the ship's official translator. The lizard-like alien was fazed by absolutely nothing, which had been very helpful since being lost in space, and their species being hermaphroditic, they had no concept of different genders. Even Dox's name was a rough approximation of their original calling. And to add to that, Paradox Sunset's species had such tough skin that clothes were simply ornamentation, and Dox only wore a leather belt across their hips, with silver beads that clinked when they walked. Seeing a hermaphroditic lizard alien walking around the ship butt-naked had been a little awkward at first, but now it was the least of their worries.

Sometimes it had even been their salvation.

Slowly, Connor drank his coffee and sighed as he felt the warmth wake him up. Boredom was as bad as too much work, for mind and body, and there was only so much wanking one could do before it lost all its novelty. But this was deep space, so finding someone to play with and alleviate the endless days and nights wasn't easy. And since the captain wasn't the most prudish of people, he really needed to get laid, which was probably the reason he'd been shipped off in this ill-fated mission in the first place: too many unhappy men and women finding him in bed with their partners.

Dox looked up at him, gesturing towards the pot of coffee while they relaxed.

• Will you be wanting more?

• I should leave some for the others, don't you think?

• They won't be awake until mid-cycle. A fascinating sub-genre of your species.

• No, just a nerd and a space wizard. Why they were sent to the Orion, I have no idea.

It was a lie. He knew it was a lie, and Dox knew was a lie, but the ritual had to be observed. He would complain about Nikolei and Nathaniel at least once a week, preferably when they weren't there, and the universe could carry on spinning.

Nikolei Vondrak had volunteered as part of a secret government agency working with less orthodox methods than science. Connor had only been made aware of the Illurian lunamancer's presence on board the Orion's Kiss when he had flounced into the main deck, all frills and lace and purple hair. Of course, the volunteering had been one of two of Nikolei's choices at that point in his life; it was that or summary trial and execution for the crime of being born on the wrong planet, in the wrong country at the wrong time. In Connor's opinion, looking at the peacock in front of him, the man could have found a third option as a courtesan in an Ilurian snake-brothel. He'd said so, loudly, and had expected Nikolei to either run away or burst into tears. Instead, the lunamancer had given him a mean punch, and insulted his mother and his manhood in language suited to the most seasoned officer. And had flounced into his quarters.

As for Nathaniel, the youngest of the skeleton crew, he was a survivor of the ion storm that had caused everything. It had been his first ship, his first job, a sprightly lad of seventeen with red hair and freckles and eyes so large they almost ate his face. The ion storm had hit him hard, and F-69 had been categorical: without being put into an artificial coma until his metabolism had healed itself, he would die frothing and bleeding like all the others. He had only come out of the single stasis pod a few months prior, a fully healed teenager with a slight addiction to stasis fluid.

But any addict could say that one drug was never enough, and the young man was hooked on stasis fluid and rough, mind-blowing sex.

And that was exactly where the last two members of the ill-fated crew were at that very moment: having rough, mind-blowing sex.

*

Nathaniel slammed himself down over and over again, feeling the wet and the warmth of Nikolei's cock throbbing inside him. Mouth open, hands wrapped up in the other man's long purple hair, Nathaniel moaned loudly and rolled his hips. Going faster and faster, he licked his lips as he felt Nikolei catch his breath.

• Come on, old man... Put some effort into it.

Nikolei shuddered, his accent even thicker when he was getting close to orgasm.

-..Old man...? Ah yes, I am twenty-seven. Positively...positively ancient...!

• Fuck me harder then! I want to scream, damn you!

Nikolei didn't answer and simply shifted, pinning Nat down onto the bed, and thrust harder with a grunt. The younger man was insatiable, greedy and demanding, taking everything and loving every second of it. It wasn't perfect, but it was a satisfactory arrangement for the time being. Each time one of them needed a fuck - usually Nat - they'd arrange to grab a dirty quickie and let off some steam. It certainly worked better than a solo handjob or a dildo up the ass. And being totally inside Nat, feeling his hot insides jerk and clench around him, and rubbing his cock in his hands...what better wake-up call could he have?

And since Nathaniel had asked so nicely...

Nikolei's breathing slowed down, a technique he'd learnt so long ago to help channel his magic, and sent a bolt of pure energy coursing down his body before it hit Nat's nervous centre and exploded. Nathaniel screamed - actually screamed - and came all over his chest and all over Nikolei's fingers. The lunamancer was still milking him, moving harder and harder as he grew closer, and finally he gave into his own orgasm and filled Nat with his hot come, almost smirking at the breathy replies.

• A lovely scream, that was.

-...fuck you...

• I thought we were doing that, were you not there?

Nikolei rolled onto his back and gave a little shiver at the room's cool air hitting his still-dripping cock. Nat was silent, for once, so he got up and grabbed his clothes, running his hands through his hair. He needed to wash and he certainly wasn't going to use Nathaniel's bathroom.

• See you later then. And don't forget the updates on whatever it is you have to do.

• Yeah, yeah, whatever.

• And take a shower, you stink.

• Fuck off!

The door closed behind Nikolei and once again, just like that, he was alone. And glad of it. By the stars, he hated that boy. There was just so much that reminded him of his younger self, it was horrifying. He also ignored the small voice that told him that Nathaniel was just too much like someone else. Someone Nikolei had left behind on another planet - another life - and who he would never see again. Too many things had woken him up since Nat had been woken from his stasis tank, and not one had been good.

Fucking child...dredging things up like that... He was just going to concentrate on the fact that he hated Nat, that he was alive and breathing, and that he was a better fuck than anything or anyone Nikolei had had, and would probably ever have again.

*

Dox raised their head when Nikolei walked into the cafeteria, a smile on their reptilian mouth.

• And there I was thinking you were sleeping. How are you?

• I'm all right, thank you Dox. And you?

• You missed Connor's ritualistic rant about you. It's always so interesting to see.

There was a knowing smirk on Dox's face, and Nikolei shrugged.

• So the universe will continue to spin, how reassuring to hear. Thank you for your diligence, Connor.

The captain raised his cup in a mocking salute, then put it back down on the table.

• Well, while you were busy scratching the proverbial itch, I had Effie run diagnostics and the news isn't amazing. We're running out of fresh supplies.

-...Again?

• Yeah, sorry. It's like we actually eat stuff. Amazing.

• The replicators are on full capacity and the greenhouses are still producing. So what exactly is the problem?

• The problem is that we weren't meant to be gone ten years, idiot. And the greenhouses weren't made to sustain people eternally, so if you want to eat another tomato, we have to restock.

Nikolei's face didn't move but Connor knew that he had hit home; the Illurian had a lot of chinks in his armour, and sweet tomatoes was one of them. So he ploughed on with a smile.

• But we have good news. There's a mining colony only three hours away, we're going to pay them a visit.

• Connor, it's a mining colony. All they'll have there is dirt, canned meatballs and despair...

• And diamonds, like dust. Just lying everywhere. So I have a plan.

• Oh fuck, no...

There, Nikolei's eyes had widened. He understood then, that was good, there was no need to go over the basic plan. It wasn't the first time they'd done that and the wizard hadn't been quite so hesitant.

• Three hours, Nikolei. Go get ready.

• Get ready for what?

Nathaniel arrived at that moment, in his usual jumper and shorts, running his fingers through his sandy hair. Connor sighed and pushed the data-pad towards the teenager.

• We need fresh food, so we're stopping at a mining colony to fill up. And I have a job for you, if you like adventure?

• I signed up for a year in space, didn't I? What's the job?

• Go with Effie and steal anything you can that we can trade.

• Steal...?

The teenager looked actually offended, and Nikolei didn't even try to hide his tittering laughter.

• What, you actually have qualms?

• Shut up, you old fuck!

• Or what? Oh my dear child, you're positively adorable...

• I'll fucking kill you!

Nat was just about to launch himself at Nikolei, but was stopped by Dox gently taking him by the waist and putting him back into his chair; Connor rolled his eyes as he always did when those two were in the same room, and even more when they'd just had a fuck. Worse than pre-school children...

He stood up and stretched, gesturing towards the cafeteria door.

• Nikolei, go and get ready. You know what they like, after all.

• Fuck you, Connor. I'm not going all by myself, not after what happened last time.

• Why? Need me to hold your cock?

• I'm not going all by myself.

• Fine, Dox will make sure you're ok. Happy?

• Definitely not, but we have no choice. The tomatoes demand it. But fuck you.

And with that, the lunamancer walked out of the room, leaving the other three to clean up. Dox smiled and nodded to Connor, their eyelids crinkling in humour.

• You know he doesn't mean it.

• After ten years of his antics, I've pretty much managed to understand the man. But we can't sell our souls, so may as well sell the next best thing.

Nat gave a wry smile and sat cross-legged on his chair.

• The old fuck is selling, is he? Good luck finding a buyer for his wrinkled ass!

• You certainly didn't seem to mind it half an hour ago, Nat. Now go and get ready, and try not to get caught, or you're stuck there.

• Why? None of you fuckers would come and get me?

• Where do you think you are?

Connor leaned forward and stared straight at the teenager, hoping to get his point across. Maybe he was going to be very harsh, but really, he didn't care. Not at this point.

• Nathaniel, where do you think you are? You're in the middle of fucking deep space, on a ship not supposed to be here and with a crew that hardly knows what the hell it's doing. We can't go home, we don't have any money, we've already bartered what we could rip off the walls of the bloody ship and we don't have anything else. Do you understand? We're not playing at surviving, we fucking are. We've been doing this while you were happily sleeping in that little stasis pod of yours, and we know that the universe is shitty as fuck. So we look out for each-other, but I'm not a fucking charity. If your stupidity lands you in the shitter, it's your fault and we won't pull our necks out to help you. Ok? Right. So if you think you can't manage an hour without fucking up, stay here and I'll go out stealing and selling my ass. How does that sound?

To his credit, Nathaniel had the good grace to look ashamed, and Connor relaxed back into his seat.

• Good. Now get ready, I don't want to be there any longer than necessary.

*

As F-69 had predicted, the mining colony soon came into view and the crew was ready. They knew what they had to so, and to a man they disappeared into the smoky underbelly of the colony. Connor went off towards the seedy bars he knew he'd find; even on a place as far out into nothing at this, there would be bars. Or whatever aliens called places to drink after long hours of working in mines. Sniffing against the freezing cold, Nikolei wrapped his long coat harder around himself and walked out towards the lights, Dox's silent form following just behind him. That left Nat and F-69 all by themselves in the middle of the launchpad

With a groan, Nat shouldered his bag as he looked out at the depressing sight in front of him. Nothing could motivate him less than the cold and the dark and the damp drizzle he felt leaking into his collar.

• Come on, then, let's go and see what we can find. What the fuck sells on a trading post?

• We are heading for a very isolated post, clicks from any major space-route. So transmitters, power-charges, circuit boards. Those will be very useful. Especially Corii-made. The Corii have developed near-universal circuitry.

• So useful, yeah. Fuck I hate this place.

• I believe no organic species would like it. Come on.

The android walked out, sensors blinking. Nathaniel hesitated for a while, but seeing he was alone on an unknown planetoid and surrounded by strangers, he followed without another word towards the technical side of the colony.

The plan was simple: they'd stay for a whole cycle, rejoin at the ship the next morning and see what they had and what to do next. It wasn't the best plan in the galaxy, F-69 had pointed out at least a dozen main flaws as they'd finished their descent, but Connor had waved them all away, saying that they basically didn't have a single choice. And no-one had bothered to argue, it wasn't going to do anything. Nathaniel had wondered a few times what kind of insane people he'd ended up with after a ten-year sleep, but this...this was something completely new to him.

And the colony didn't lift his spirits up at all. It was called Ixtab IV, and fuck if that wasn't the most depressing name ever. Who the fuck named a colony after a suicide goddess? He idly wondered what the suicide rate actually was, but all that more or less disappeared when he arrived in the main part of the colony. It stank, it was loud, dirty and grey, exactly what your stereotypical mining colony looked like in the films. Everywhere he looked there were tired faces, too-bright lights, tiny dingy shops and what looked like a run-down hotel at the end of a dark street.

A flash of light caught his eye, the only bright colour he could make out, and he saw a woman in a long white dress follow a group of humanoids towards the grubby hotel's front door. Ah, so it was that sort of hotel... And when the woman smiled and tipped her head towards the group, he felt the shock of recognition.

He was about to cry out, but F-69 grabbed his arm and beeped softly.

• Don't. We must not be seen to know each-other. Come, there is an entry into this factory just down here. My sensors detect diamond dust, better than nothing.

• I'm really going to steal diamonds.

• Yes. This way.

*

Nikolei closed his eyes when the door shut behind him. The sound of the lock closing was seconds after, and once again he cursed Connor for knowing exactly all this about him. Yes, he loved sex, it was like breathing, and he honestly could do worse than spending a few hours getting laid. He was even looking forward to it, even if he was especially looking forward to getting some money for it. And by the look of the three Silurians, they certainly had money. And easily hawked jewelry. And, being perfectly honest, huge cocks that were already twitching under their clothes.

Nikolei knew he was desirable to certain people. Especially in a form-fitting dress and heels. He'd learnt to walk without breaking an ankle, and was perfectly capable of manipulating baser desires. His powers helped a bit, as well. Lunamancers were after all glorified energy containers, so it wasn't surprising that they were all very good at giving (and getting) the best orgasms. May as well start now...

So he stood perfectly still next to the creaky bed and cocked his head at the aliens, a languid smile on his lips.

• Well? And for your pleasure?

It didn't matter that he didn't speak their language, this conversation was universal. They pressed against him, hands already grabbing at the flimsy material of his dress. Oh they wanted him, and he wanted them, and he'd always known how to make an entrance. With a wave of his hand he pushed them away, before undoing the clasps on the dress and letting it pool on the floor like a slice of moon-dust. And there he remained, completely naked save for his heeled sandals, arms held out at his side and inviting. And they needed no other encouragement. One grabbed him by the waist and threw him on the bed, the others taking hold of his arms. They were impatient, they were hungry. They probably hadn't seen someone like Nikolei in a long, long time, and they wanted him. A moan escaped his lips as he felt something hard press against his anus and the smell of precum sent shivers down his spine.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, this was good... Already his back was arched in anticipation, and he would have begged for it if he hadn't felt his mouth be opened by rough hands and a throbbing cock stuck right in. The smell was sharp and he could have gasped, but instead he pushed forward, taking it all as far as he could. Then a sharp pain as the other cock was thrust inside him, spreading him like he was nothing. He learnt something in that moment, something that made him gasp with each rough movement. Silurians, probably like any other reptilian race in the galaxy, had scales even on their shafts. Each time the cock inside him moved, the tiny points rubbed at his insides and sent waves of painful pleasure up and down his back. He needed to scream, he needed to let out everything, but as soon as his mouth was filled with salty liquid, another took its place and starting thrusting again.

He couldn't speak, couldn't shout, he could hardly breathe. Sperm was trickling down his chin and sticking to his hair and his face, he could distantly feel the droplets land as his face was being used as a glory-hole. Harder, faster, deeper... He could taste blood as his tongue was rubbed and cut, he could feel his ass get hotter and hotter, could feel warmth explode in his stomach and dribble down his legs as the first Silurian came inside him. It was like a hit to the head. His vision began to swim as he felt his energy swirl and fume, begging for release, begging to explode as well. And he couldn't control it very well, not now, not so close to orgasm. He wanted to come, he needed to come. He couldn't remember very well how many times he'd swallowed, how many groans and grunts he'd heard from them, but each time was a step closer.

And he felt his ass clench as another scaly cock rammed him, and his time he managed to say something, a tiny noise around the shaft in his mouth. Was he pleading? Probably. He didn't know exactly what he was saying, or if it even was intelligible, and even then they wouldn't care, they couldn't understand the words. But they understood the idea, and both of them inside him sped up, sending his magic spiraling.

His energy hit theirs and he blacked out from the force of their combined climax.

When he woke up, they were gone. It wasn't surprising in the least, _he'd_never stayed after all. He hurt all over; the taste of blood and sperm still filled his mouth, and moving only made the sticky heat between his legs get stickier. His head was still swimming from all that energy and from the good fuck he'd just had, and as he tried to sit up he came again from the pressure inside him. His moan was breathy and raspy, like he'd just come back to life, and walking to what passed for as a shower was almost torture. He trembled as he moved, leaving wet patches on the bedroom floor, hoping to reach the shower before he ejaculated again.

He did. But if he was hoping for a long soak in hot water, he was sorely mistaken. The shower hardly worked, and the only water he got was lukewarm and almost brown, hardly capable of cleaning anything. He was still sticky, his hair was clumpy and nothing was going to change that except the Orion and the glorious hot-water system. So he gave up and got dressed, not forgetting to take the small pile of diamond dust that had been left as payment.

Cheapskates.

*

Dawn was breaking as Connor trod back to his ship. His back popped loudly and he sighed. This was a young man's game, and after everything he'd been through, his thirty years felt sometimes more like fifty. Spending a whole night gambling would have been so much fun if he didn't need ten pots of coffee to do it, and speaking of coffee, he was the first one there, so he should get things ready. The others would be there soon, and they'd need a little help.

• Speak of the devil...

There, looking completely drained and needing a very long shower, was Nikolei. Dox was carrying the sleeping lunamancer in their arms, cradling him as if he were a precious flower. It was touching, or would be if Nikolei wasn't such a bitch sometimes. Connor waved at the reptilian, who simply replied by nodding their head.

• Ah, you're already here, Connor. Had a good evening?

• Gambled and won, as ever. I even managed to get the keys to a hostel, if we ever need it.

• And the hostel is...?

• On a planet I can't pronounce the name of. And you?

Dox walked into the cafeteria and put a limp Nikolei on one of the couches. Then they produced a small packet of diamond dust and placed it on the table, next to the coffee cups.

• That won't bring us a lot, but it's better than nothing. I thought they'd be more generous, but we can't always win.

• No problems with the natives then?

• Nothing Nikolei couldn't handle, obviously.

• Drama queen...

• I heard that...

Nikolei smiled wanly and walked up to the table, rubbing his wrists. He was obviously still very much in need of a very long nap, and had what looked suspiciously like semen still in some locks of hair. In short, he looked absolutely terrible.

• So, I got a packet of diamond dust. You know it can be traded to the right people on that trading outpost you want to visit. We just need to find the right people. But right now, I'm getting a shower, and then I'm going to bed. You would not believe what passes for a bathroom in this place, it's quite repulsive.

Connor fell onto the couch and groaned, hearing the light step of the lunamancer disappear into the depths of the ship.

• Take your time, go to sleep after, we'll be leaving soon anyway... Sleep... I need sleep. No sign of the others, Dox?

• No sign of them, no. But if there was a problem, you know we'd know about it. We'd just have to follow the shouting and the general chaos. Your anxiety was ill-founded, perhaps? He's a teenager, I know he's a little short-tempered, but he really is going to want to leave with us. And we can't leave him here.

• I wasn't planning to, but I swear if I have to go and find him, I'm not going to be happy...

Dox cocked his head towards the entrance, and smiled as familiar metallic noises rose from outside. At least Connor wouldn't have to get his ass off of the couch, that would make him happy. Looking quickly, Dox didn't bother saying anything: their intrepid captain was snoring like a baby on the soft cushions, and waking him did seem a little cruel. So they silently poured a cup of coffee for Nat and waited to hear his grumbling. Which, somewhat miraculously, didn't come. The teenager was just as tired as the rest, and dumped his bag on the floor with a groan.

• Dox, please can we get out of this fucking shit-hole?

• Well, you managed to not get caught, so I suspect the captain won't object.

• He's sleeping, what the fuck does he care? And I got a dozen Corii powerhubs and charges, and Effie's full of them as well, so if he complains, fuck him!

• Aren't you a bundle of laughs first thing in the morning?

• Dox...

• Yes, yes. We're leaving, don't worry. Go and sleep, we'll be far, far away when you wake up.

*

With a low hum, the Orion's Kiss lifted off, sending wet dust streaming across the launchpad. On board, only F-69 was active, planning their course towards the closest trading outpost; Connor hadn't moved from the couch, Dox had curled up next to a heater and was dead to the world, Nat had fallen asleep at the table, his coffee not even touched, and Nikolei had managed to change into a light nightshirt before sleep claimed him on his bed.

And they slept, undisturbed.