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While I can't say that I write all that often, I've really

wanted to change that habit. So I sat down earlier and

just started typing, seeing where it would take me.

So if you feel up for it, take this adventure with me.

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The stars drifted by slowly, twinkling gently as they crossed several fine scratches on the glass. Blue, pink, red-- some even green. Their distant glow crossing the vast reaches of space. A soft patch of fog obscured part of the glass, blurring the starscape behind for a moment before disappearing again. Marc could see the reflection of his blue eyes staring back at him, just inches away from his face. For the first time he noticed exactly how blue they were in relation to the green scales of his face. He breathed deep, and let out a long, exhausted sigh. His eyes drifted down to the right, and on the glass in front of him a pale blue icon appeared. 12% breathable atmosphere remaining. His eyes centered again, and the indicator remained for a moment before sputtering out, leaving the glass completely transparent again. The air had long since grown stale, and try as they might, the scrubbers could only keep the air breathable for so long. It had been what seemed like days since he had eaten, and even longer since he had felt warm.

He was adrift. The only thing that separated him from the cold vacuum of space was a few layers of fabric, plastic and metal. He felt motionless with no sense of gravity to point him in a direction. The only indication he had of movement was the stars rotating in front of his visor. He had long since calculate that he was rotating 3 and a quarter times per minute. Even going so far as doing the long division in his head-- after all, what was he going to do? Then, right on cue, the nearest star began to drift into frame.

Herock. At least that's what he thought it was called. Star names, systems and planets get so repetitive and uninteresting after a few years of space travel. As the star began to cross over his face, the crystals in the glass automatically reacted to the bright light, becoming opaque, making it completely dark inside. It was a necessary precaution, even though he was at a relative safe distance from the yellow star, the intensity of the light would be enough to burn him or likely blind him. He knew that from the outside, the helmet would look like one solid piece of metal until the brightness returned to an acceptable level, which would then revert to the transparent material. He just wished his suit would wait just a nanosecond longer to protect him, just so he could feel a moment of warmth on his face.

His eyes darted to the indicator once again. 11%.

Marc closed his eyes, letting his thoughts slip back to before the cold and lonely void became his fate. He wanted to escape to a memory... any memory-- any warm memory. His mind took pity on him.

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He felt himself back in his bunk curled up his standard issue blanket, trying desperately to keep warm while staring out a small porthole next to his bunk. He was in the fetal position, his tail curled up between his legs and hugged tightly against his body. His species may have had cold blooded roots at some point in history, but he was far from it. However, he, like most races in his species craved heat. His emerald scales clearly dictated he was from one of the tropical zones of his home world, Ataraxis, where there were vast jungles and mountains to climb. Were he not to be huddled like a scaled ball in his bed, he would stand just over two meters tall, short for his race known simply as Drakes. He couldn't understand why it was so cold on this ship.

The Orita was by no means a new cargo ship, but it was a well built one. 15 years old and over 800 successful voyages, made it one of the most reliable ships in the fleet. So why was it so cold? The ship's engineer said there was a blockage somewhere, but that the crew quarters should still be heated.

His tail tightened against his body, trying to keep in as much heat as he could. The rather vicious looking ridges that ran from 2/3 of the way down his tail up to the back of his head were actually very flexible, more for show than for combat. His 15cm horns, however, were not. Each of the four spiraled, and with each one about 3 cm thick. His long slender ears twitched pulled themselves close to his neck, trying to both steal some heat as well as to keep the warmth in. His muzzle was rather snub, but was not considered too short to be attractive on a male of his stature.

But his blue eyes were.

It was never explained how such a recessive gene displayed itself in him. The only one of his clutch, and possibly of his entire variation of the species. Even though blue eyes were not uncommon in the northern variants, the different subsets of his species had been separated for a great enough period to make them genetically incompatible with each other. Intermarriages had been outlawed in ancient history, but over time it was legalized and by the present day was very common. However, laws were in place to maintain and even grow the population. And as it would so happen, his home world was in the middle of some trying times. A famine followed by a plague. The very reason the Orita was built.

The Orita was a cargo ship to make supply runs from the colonies to Ataraxis. While the home world stood on the verge of collapse, the colonies thrived. It was the perfect excuse to escape from his parents. His parents, who so badly yearned for Marc to have a son...

Marc's muzzle pushed firmly into his knees. He had always been attracted to other males, and it was no secret. It wasn't frowned upon in his society, after all, if a heterosexual couple that was genetically incompatible could be mated, why should it be different for those of the same sex? No one cared for the longest time, but in these times-- having children was highly respected and commended. Not having any status of note in Drake society, there was much pressure on him and his siblings to put their desires aside and keep the species going.

He couldn't do it. When the Orita had open slots for a 5 year commitment, that was his chance to contribute to the species and avoid embarrassing his parents. In a sense, he ran away. Shot into the reaches of space at faster than light speeds.

It was so quiet in the room. The engines were turned off for the engineer to attempt repairs, so the stars out of the window were completely still for once. Marc was on the verge of shivering. His teeth rattled every so often as he would exhale, sending tiny wisps of breath into the cabin before dissipating. He barely even heard rustling on the bunk above him.

He felt a weight settle itself behind him on his bed and his eyes went wide and flashed to the reflection in the porthole. Behind him he saw the outline of a gray drake behind him. Marc felt himself relax. It was Terick. The two had become tight-knit friends two years back when Terick had pulled Marc to safety. A 12 ton container on the ship came loose and crashed to the ground when it was being loaded on one of the colonies.

Terick was a good half meter taller and Marc, and must stronger as well. The bunks barely had room for him when he was fully stretched out. He was even just considered to be average height for a drake. The upper end of the height range was just over 3 meters tall.

"You okay?" He said quietly. Even as a whisper, Terick's voice ran smooth like a stream of water.

"I'm-- absolutely freezing." Marc managed to respond.

"Aw, I thought it was something serious. It isn't that bad." He chuffed in reply.

"Easy for you to say," Marc shot back at him, "You guys are never cold. Only the northerners like cold more than you. You're all like walking furnaces."

Without looking, he could feel Terick's grin. "Bigger, stronger and hotter. That's me."

Marc could feel heat under his facial scales. He had clearly put an emphasis on the word, but he wasn't quite sure what he meant by it. Marc wasn't open about his preferences on the ship. After all the drama that had come about from it at home, he wasn't eager to have his shipmates take his parent's side. Terick wasn't his type to the letter, but he was definitely easy on the eyes, particularly this far out in space. His muscular body and fast reflexes made him a damn good potential mate. But he was already mated to a lovely female named Ceena, and they already had a clutch of their own. Marc had the pleasure of meeting her the last time they made port at Ataraxis.

Marc's tail tightened against his chest involuntarily. "Heavens. You can be so full of yourself sometimes."

"Yeah, but you like it." Came the retort right back at him, and Marc felt his muzzle twitch.

It was quiet for a moment.

And another.

And another.

Terick was still behind him, his gentle exhales sending soft pulses of hot thick air against Marc's neck. It took all of him not to shiver and moan. Marc closed his eyes tightly. For the life of him, he couldn't ever recall being so close to another male in such an intimate setting. Sure, he was an adult in every sense of the word for his species, but his eyes kept most potential partners at arm's reach.

Without a word or even a sound, Terick slid himself under the blanket with Marc, and in one smooth motion, pulled him up against Terick's body. His large hand moved over Marc's belly scales and held him firmly in place. Marc couldn't contain himself any longer, he let out a weak, shivered cry. All at once, the heat of the larger drake's body flooded across Marc's back. Despite what logic told him, he had never felt anything so warm.

Marc's heart was all he could hear, the sudden rush of adrenaline making his vision narrow and his head swim. He couldn't think. His hand shot to Terick's forearm, his mind thinking that he needed to push him away, but instead it held onto his wrist and squeezed it for an instant. It was only half a heartbeat later before his rational mind revoked that command and his hand shot awkwardly down onto the mattress, but that moment was enough.

"I thought so." Terick said flatly, almost inaudibly. Marc's heart sank, and panic set in. I thought so? What does that mean? Was Terick going to hurt him? Was he going to out him to the crew? Marc's mind raced from one bad scenario to another. The panic overruling logic. His body made a start to move. Terick's strong grip vetoed it.

Instead, Terick pushed his snout to the back of Marc's neck, gently parting a few of the flexible spikes. His breath almost burning hot. He gently nipped some of the soft scales between the spikes. His grip, which had been keeping Marc from escaping now kept him from bucking too hard.

Marc's blue eyes rolled back as he lost all restraint. His body arched hard as the sudden intense sensation ran down his spine. The sensation felt like several minutes, but it had only been a few seconds. And it was after several of those seconds that something began to make a long guttural sound, filling the cabin. His ears twitched... it was a moan, but it wasn't coming from Terick, it was coming from himself.

Terick let his gentle grip on the back of Marc's neck go, chuckling softly to himself. "Such a spaz," he teased. Marc's body was in too much shock to even register what was said.

"If I let go, are you going to freak out on me again?" He asked quietly. Marc said nothing, but was shaking ever so slightly. Terick's hand slowly loosened it's grip on his belly and slid to Marc's side, rubbing it soothingly. Marc's breathing was stilted, finally coming to his senses, and all of those senses were on overdrive.

"T-Terick--," He finally managed to stutter out, his mouth as dry as a desert, "w-w-what are you doing?" His face felt so hot, that he was afraid to look at his silver friend. Instead his eyes stayed fixated on the stars out of his window.

"You can be pretty dumb, you know? I'm just helping you warm up."

The green drake wasn't sure how to take that, and just remained silent. Unsatisfied with the lack of a response, Terick scoffed. "What's wrong with you?"

"How did kn--?"

"It wasn't hard to figure out. Of all 46 crew members, you were the only one to not make a pass at anyone." Terick said, matter-of-factly. "That meant one of three things. You were were already spoken for, but embarrassed, which didn't seem very like you. You were asexual, which I knew wasn't the case, given how vigorously you play with yourself when you think I'm sleeping." Marc felt his whole body tense up at that part. His tail twitched violently between his legs. "And lastly, you were gay, but afraid to act upon it. I think it was pretty obvious which."

Again, Marc wasn't sure how to respond, so he stayed silent. Terick moved his snout alongside Marc's and gave him a gentle nuzzle. "Are you afraid?" he said, in such a tone that Marc couldn't recall ever hearing from him. It was of such compassion that Marc couldn't help but turn his head to face him.

Terick's orange eyes stared intensely into his blue. Marc's jaw slackened, the comment completely disarming him. Terick's hand ran tenderly along Marc's jaw, before he leaned into a kiss. Terick's silver scales rubbed and pressed against his emerald green. The two closed their eyes and the kiss continued. For the first time, Marc reached and willingly touched Terick's face intimately. It was a sensation he would treasure.

Terick broke the kiss gently, letting his hand slowly drift off Marc's face. The smaller drake's eyes were still half closed as the touch lingered in his mind. He breathed deeply. He breathed happily. His body slowly uncurled, fitting snuggly against Terick's body. Suddenly his mind snapped back to attention.

"Terick-- Ceena--!" Marc managed to stammer out.

Terick laughed loudly before playfully head butting Marc in the back of the head with an oddly sounding thap. "Who do you think suggested this?" He then proceeded to wrap on arm over Marc's shoulder, rubbing at his chest, the short claws on his fingers bouncing over some of the scales. "She saw you were needing something so badly when she saw you. You seemed so small. She asked me what was wrong, and I told her my theories. Ceena said the answer was simple, and I agree."

Terick's hand moved from Marc's side and began to roam. It felt too good for Marc to fight, or even respond or protest Terick's conversation with his mate. It wasn't long until those thoughts completely vanished from his head.

Terick gently bit Marc's shoulder, the predatory teeth maintaining a firm grip. Marc's body moved on autopilot, moving and sliding to and from everywhere Terick touched. His hand slid down Marc's spine, across his lower back and along his tail base. The thick tail base lifted into Terick's hand, finally pulling the drake's tail from between his legs. The scaled hand showed no fear as it immediately deviated from its course and move to Marc's undertail. A single clawed digit traced the medial line of bottom of the appendage up towards Marc's rump.

Marc cooed softly, his body acting on its own, gently pushing back towards Terick's hand and devious digit. Satisfied with the response, he ran his palm up in cleft, gently applying pressure to Marc's tailhole, causing him to writhe slightly. His tail lashing free of his legs, which was Terick's plan all along. With a quick movement, he captured Marc's tail between his own legs, locking him that position.

His firm hand gently, but decisively moving Marc's leg slightly. On a mission, his hand sliding over the scales, moving toward's Marc's crotch. The green drake's eyes widened as he realized what Terick was doing. Marc's hands shot down to stop him out of fear. "T-ter--" But it was too late, his gauntlet of a hand was already firmly between his legs.

Marc's cloaca was already bulging and tinged pink and red. The glands that lubricate his internal reproductive organs had been pumping at full steam, preparing him for erection and penetration. The thick fluid had already been leaking out of his slit, likely along with some precum. Marc felt himself grow hot under his facial scales. He had never been this wet, it was humiliating.

Terick didn't say a thing... he didn't even seem to care. His fingers slid through the fluid and his palm cupped his groin warmly. Slowly he began to grind his palm firmly against Marc's soft scales. The larger drake ignored his pleas to leave his groin alone. After a some coaxing, Terick let out a happy sigh.

Between his fingers grew Marc's pulsating member. He gently caressed the budding cock. To put Marc's complaints to rest, he nuzzled and nipped at his neck. The quiet whimpers belied what Marc's body was experiencing. A minute later, he fully erect. The full 50 cm ridged and ribbed length, pink and purple, dripped with free-flowing pre and some of the cloacal fluid all the way down the thick knot at the base. He was quite long for how tall he was, but was by no means long for his race.

Terick shifted his position, craning his head over Marc's body. With small nibbles, he teased his way over his body. With each nip, the scales would twitch and Marc would shiver. Terick's hand barely stroked Marc's drooling cock, which needed very little encouragement to stay at full mast.

Terick opened his mouth and let his long tongue drag along Marc's belly, tasting him as he moved. He held his other hand against Marc's face and lingered along his lips.

Marc couldn't stop himself. His mouth opened slightly and Terick's fingers slid in, unprompted. Marc's lips sealed around his fingers automatically, gently suckling on the tips. He could feel Terick's soft groan through the fingers in his mouth as his tongue danced along the tips.

All the while, Terick's tongue journeyed further south, eventually making it's way to the wetness of his cloaca. Marc's jaw suddenly locked up around Terick's fingers as his body went through a quick bout of self awareness. But it lasted for only a moment, as Terick lapped up the fluids without hesitation.

The sudden sensation of acceptance of what he felt to be a negative piece of him, made him cry out loudly. A long drawn out moan that emanated from deep within him. A catharsis he had never known, and yet he couldn't even tell if Terick was even aware of it. The muscular silver dragon just continued to lick up every bit of musky fluid he could find. Marc's hand flailed, looking for any kind of support.

They found Terick's horns.

Almost as if that were his cue, Terick lifted his head and opened his mouth, taking the glans of Marc's cock into his mouth. The heat. The sheer intense heat of Terick's mouth was nearly enough to drive Marc over the edge. Terick wouldn't let things go quite that easily. His maw slowly descended Marc's length, centimeter after centimeter disappearing into the swirling heat. Finally, Terick was able to kiss the knot that kept Marc's cock from receding back into his slit.

Marc's tail heaved hard, still wedged firmly between Terick's legs. His body yearned for release. Terick's mouth was merciless. Teasing, with his tongue, caressing with his lips, sucking with his throat. Marc's heavy breathing which had long since fogged up the window, began to sputter. The whole experience was possibly too much too fast, but oh, so needed.

It was as though Terick sensed that he was overwhelming the poor drake. His hand, slick with pre and fluid, gently pressed down on Marc's undertail; with firm pressure he began to knead up towards the base of the tail. Marc's digitigraded feet clawed at the air and the bed, trying to find a grip. Terick's strong hand reached its destination, the point at which Marc's legs and tail met-- between his cheeks and directly on top of his tailhole.

Marc's mouth opened. He wanted to say something but couldn't find the words, but Terick heard him anyways. Almost as if his fingers were made of fluid, his digits found their way inside his rump. So gentle was the pressure and movement, that it took a Marc a moment to realize what had been done.

Marc felt something to volatile... so unstable building up within him. His grip on Terick's horns were so tight that it would have been painful had he been in the right frame of mind. The silver dragon knew exactly what needed to be done next. He curled his claw slightly, angling it towards Marc's belly, making contact with the firm gland inside. At the same time, he buried Marc's cock deep into his throat, putting pressure on the swollen knot.

It was exactly what was needed.

Detonation.

It was everything he needed. It was in that moment, he felt free. His body had found it's vent -- a way to release. He lost himself in the shockwave of the explosion. His vision faded to white.

What seemed like an eternity later, he opened his eyes, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He was met by the image of Terick resting his head on Marc's stomach, supported by his hands. A soft grin, accompanied by a few errant stands of Marc's cum that he had failed to lick up.

"Welcome back to the land of the living." He teased.

"Wha... What happened?" Marc said, as his breathing returned to normal.

"That, my short friend, is called an orgasm. Seemed to be a mighty fine one at that. Damn near drowned me." Terick smiled. Somehow Marc figured that he didn't mind that much. "Also," he continued, "You should be aware you're a loud fuck."

A puzzled look fell over Marc's face. Terick winked and subtly nodded his head in the direction of the bulkhead hatch. Marc followed the motion and promptly felt his face scales grow white hot.

There stood four members of the crew, three males and one female. Each were longtime fellow crew mates. Collectively they chuckled, murmured about the mess, including Marc's still cum-drooling cock. The female even winked and gave a thumbs up. "So when's the next showing?" one called.

Marc tried to hide his face, humiliated.

"Alright, you voyeurs. Show's over." Terick called back in a faux authoritarian voice. He reached up to his top bunk and pulling a sheet down, so it hung like a curtain. Finally. Privacy. Albeit a tad too late.

"I'm so humiliated." Marc said into his hands.

"Why? They wouldn't have been there if they didn't enjoy the show." Terick said resolutely. "Besides I'm the mated one. Why the hell would... should anyone care who you sleep with? On top of that, have you been so blind to not notice you're not the only one with a male preference on this ship?"

Marc pulled his head just enough above his hands for his blue eyes to look at Terick with an inquisitive look. "You--?"

"Me? Oh! No. I'm happy with what I have. I'm very straight. But just 'cuz I know my preference, doesn't mean I'm not willing to help out a friend."

Marc just stared, not sure if that was an insult, or an honest statement.

Terick just laughed and licked Marc's muzzle. "You're one of my closest friends. If taking a shot in the mouth is all that it'll take to help you. That's a shot I'll happily take."

"It's just," Marc managed to muster at least a fraction of the words, "you seemed awfully experienced."

Terick laughed again, "Experienced? Hardly. Reading quantum mechanics? That's hard. Plotting star charts? Pretty tough. Reading you? Might as well have been a road map."

Marc's expression fell slightly.

"Hey, hey, hey... that's a good thing. I'm serious." Terick said sincerely.

There was a brief pause. Neither not quite sure what to say or do next.

For once Marc broke the ice.

"So... Do you want me to-- reciprocate?" He asked nervously.

Terick rolled to his side, exposing-- nothing. He wasn't aroused at all, and it looked as though he hadn't been. "Nah," he said jokingly, "I'm good. But believe me, if I ever have the urge, I know where to find you."

"And... what if I want to do this with you again?" It was a question Marc felt he had to ask.

"I don't know. While I can't say that sucking your dick was my favorite thing... I don't want to leave you out in the middle of space without any sort of relief." He said thoughtfully.

Marc's heart figured that'd be the case, and would never abuse his friend's kindness. But the possibility of future encounters was all he needed at the moment. He stared into the orange eyes of this most trusted friend and smiled. He leaned forward and licked the few remaining cum strands from Terick's mouth.

"You missed a spot."

Terick grinned and gave Marc a peck on the cheek. The two embraced. Marc lost himself in the warmth of his friend. It was so warm. But the cold came rushing back.

An alarm rang out. It was deafening. The two looked at each other in horror.

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Marc opened his eyes. He was once again greeted by the starscape slowly rotating through his visor. His heart was pounding as the alarm continue to sound into his ears. His eyes darted across the glass. An assortment of indicators popped up and disappeared as he looked for the right one. For a moment he had forgotten where he was and his current situation.

It was his breathable atmosphere.

His eyes shot down to the corner and the indicator came up.

<2% - DANGER.

He felt his blood turn to ice, but he still felt the cold of space through the suit. He wanted to escape back to that moment again, where he was warm, but it was too late.

"System: Cancel alarm." He said weakly. The siren fell silent. Just a few moments longer and everything will........

Suddenly, a few hundred meters in front of him space seemed to tear. A large slice, peeled back, almost like plastic shrinking and contorting over a flame. This wound in space seemed to almost bleed a blue light. And then there was a ship. It decelerated out of the wormhole, sending a shockwave in all directions. There was enough gas expelled from the wormhole and shockwave to actually carry sound for the brief moment it passed Marc. It was a deafening boom, and it felt almost as if it were to tear him apart.

The shockwave sent him spinning, but the ship was speeding directly at him. It was upon him in no time.

<1% CRITICAL

Marc's vision began to fade as the ship seemed to stop directly above him. A small ship detached itself from the main form and approached the helpless drake. Moments before losing consciousness, he recognized the ship as one of the Tarsi -- a pirate fleet known for their part in the slave trade.

His vision went black, and he knew his fate was sealed.