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Rocket's sleep schedule had always been screwy compared to what most of the wool-headed sheep-minded drones out in the galaxy thought but even more so since joining on with the crew of the Milano. It wasn't so much of the furless meat-bags making him uneasy with their lumbering size as it was a lack of appreciation for his preferred sleeping schedule. He groaned, sitting up on his mattress in response to the beeping of an incoming call. "Ugh... it's like they don't know the meaning of nocturnal... the mooks."

The furry engineer took a few moments to lick the aftertaste of sleep out of his muzzle and scratched himself in several strategic places before picking up a burned-out actuator he'd been toying with the previous night. With careful precision he tossed it across the room to hit the answer button on the monitor. "Can't you read a clock? This better be important, Quill."

Rocket proceeded to ignore everything the Human said, looking down to the tent in his sheets between his legs and thinking back to the dream that had been interrupted by the call. It was a little ironic that Star-Lord had been the one to pull him out of it since it was the Human's chin Rocket's nuts had been using as a trampoline. It wasn't that Rocket was really attracted to Quill-- not at ALL, to be honest, but there was something almost poetic about shutting the Human up by finding a better use for his tongue. Regardless, the dream and the time for such intellectual musings had come to an end in a rather blatant disregard for his personal time.

And Peter 'Star Lord' Quill didn't seem to appreciate it either. "Drop whatever you're doing and get up here."

Not one to be bullied around by an inferior creature, Rocket didn't even try to resist offering up a snappy comeback. "If I 'drop it' then this whole ship'll get blown to pieces."

As expected the Human wasn't able to tell if he was joking or not. Then again, after what happened that one time with the Shi'ar, Quill was probably just playing it safe when it came to Rocket's little 'toys'. Yea... sometimes their 'fearless leader' wasn't as dumb as he seemed and Star-Lord chose to play it safe again. "Alright... well PUT IT DOWN GENTLY then get up here-- Gamora picked up on a distress signal and we're gonna check it out."

Rocket glanced down again at the tent in the sheets between his legs and sighed; he really would have benefitted from a little extra free-time but he also knew that the Human wasn't the patient or sympathetic sort. "Fine... I'll be up in five minutes."

"Make it two."

Although the furry engineer was ready to object he didn't get a chance; the moment Quill's unreasonable request came through the Human hung up. Rocket glared at the monitor before sighing. He gazed down at his tented sheet. "Looks like you'll have to wait."

There was no guarantee that Rocket made to the flight deck of the Milano under two minutes but he was pretty sure he was close. Drax was kind enough to point out that he wasn't as close as he thought. "You are thirty nine seconds late, rodent."

Rocket shrugged. "He didn't mean two exactly... and besides, he wasn't serious."

The big blue and red humanoid didn't give an inch. "He sounded serious."

Quill's seat swiveled around from facing front to look at the two. "Relax, big guy, it was close enough."

Drax didn't quite get it. "Close enough for what?"

The Human rolled his eyes. "Never mind. He's here now and that's what's important."

Gamora, who had up until that point lingered at the tech panel finally turned around to face the rest of the Guardians. "What's IMPORTANT, Star-Lord, is the distress signal."

Rocket really wasn't into the banter, not when he'd been awoken early and forced to fit into a too-tight flight suit while fighting down an erection. "And since when did distress signals have anything to do with OUR line-a-work?"

Quill, as usual, didn't have much to say on the matter. "Well, you know-- we're the Guardians of the Galaxy; it's our job to help the downtrodden and aid those in need."

Drax clarified. "You said we were looking for free salvage if the previous owners were dead."

"IF, big guy... IF they were dead. And if they aren't then we--"

Rocket hadn't noticed that Groot was present until he spoke up. "I AM GROOT."

Finally happy that SOMEONE in the cockpit was making sense, Rocket laughed, slapping his knee before agreeing. "You said it, Groot. The LEAST they coulda done was to find out the signal coding."

The Human paused. "The signal what-now?"

Despite being green in color, Gamora wasn't green in knowledge and that was a relief to Rocket; she picked right up on what he was saying. "Each planet has a specific coding to their distress signal; it helps rescue parties know what to expect when coming to their aid."

Rocket wasn't about to be quite so diplomatic. "Not everyone breathes the same air, Quill. You ain't much of a rescue party if you end up choking on a foreign ship's atmosphere... DUH!"

Star Lord cleared his throat and adjusted the cuff on his suit's left arm. "Sure. I mean, right-- I knew that. What I meant was what's the signal? Where's the ship from?"

Gamora's eyes went from Quill to Rocket and the furry engineer froze when she spoke the reply in his direction. "Halfworld."

Rocket had always known that the Human was thick but for most species the dropping of a muzzle and the blank lifting of both ears was the obvious sign of surprise. Apparently Quill just didn't get it. "Okay... so that's a big deal somehow?"

Groot set him straight. "I AM GROOT."

Gamora was kind enough to clarify. "Halfworld-- the planet Rocket is from, Star-Lord."

It still took Quill a minute. "Oh... so--- OH! Really? Well okay then... I guess we'd better get ready for some guests then. I'll get out lint rollers and Drax, you set down some kitty litter. We gonna do this or what?"

Rocket grumbled under his breath as he thought about his dream of choking the Human with his cock. "I'm startin' to think mebee we SHOULD 'do this', you prick..."

His snide remark went unnoticed as Quill rotated back around to the controls and maneuvered the Milano closer to the ship. The ship grew larger as they approached and Groot admitted his surprise at how much smaller it was up close. "I AM GROOT."

Quill smirked. "Yea... that's what SHE said."

The edge of Gamora's lips quirked up. "Did she?"

Star Lord's smile disappeared and he fidgeted with uncertainty. "Well... I didn't mean-- I mean... that wasn't EXACTLY what--"

Rocket interrupted the verbal wandering with an exclamation the moment he saw the decal on the side of the ship ahead of them. "It CAN'T be!"

Before anyone could comment further at his shouting Rocket jumped up onto the spare seat next to the Human, punching his palm down on the thruster controls to make the Milano drift back in the other direction. As the front floodlights fell upon the symbol once again he realized that he hadn't been mistaken in what he saw. Quill apparently didn't have the same eye for details. "It looks like a jackal wearing spectacles."

Rocket sneered, taking control from Quill as he maneuvered closer. "It's the Black Bunny Brigade, Dumbbell."

The Human cocked his head to the side, inspecting the symbol as it drifted past. "Oh... I guess I could see that... ears are a little too pointed though. Maybe they just didn't have a very good graphic artist do the desi--WOAH!"

The furry pilot smirked to himself when Quill's rambling was interrupted by the course correction and the Human was sent stumbling back into Groot. The big plant caught Star-Lord and steadied him while Rocket finished the maneuver and pulled the Milano up to the other ship. Groot offered calm reassurance. "I AM GROOT."

Star-Lord pulled away from Groot when the plant let him go. "Yea. Thanks, buddy."

Gamora's question was much more worthwhile. "And what is the Black Bunny Brigade?"

Rocket locked the ship into position before rotating the chair around to face the rest of the crew. "The worst band of mercenaries in the Keystone Quadrant."

Quill smoothed out his uniform as he inspected his gun. "Worst as in 'baddest' or wost as in 'just plain bad'?"

Rocket rolled his eyes; it was going to be a long day.

* * * * * *

The inspection of the ship took far less time than originally expected. Between the vented atmosphere and the large holes all over the hull there were only so many places a survivor could hide. By the time they'd scoured the ship the sensor readings were able to triangulate a single life sign and the crew closed in on it. Even though Rocket had steeled himself for the craziest of possibilities that exact event still caught him by surprise.

The Guardians worked as a group to pull the single emergency pod out of its lockdown position and when Rocket hopped up onto it to look through the glass faceplate he very nearly fell off. "Holy servo systems-- it's Blackjack O'Hare."

Drax asked a question that should have had an obvious answer. "You know this... creature?"

Rocket clarified to forestall any more questions. "Yea... this guy was the leader of the Black Bunny Brigade before they disbanded."

Gamora stared down at the life support pod and the unconscious inhabitant. "Is he a likely danger to us or the ship?"

Quill didn't bother waiting for an answer. "Well.. let's get him back on board the Milano in case there's an outstanding bounty on his head. We can drop him off at the nearest outpost."

Conflicted with the suggestion (Star-Lord might have been their 'leader' but Rocket was not about to take anything he said as an 'order'), the furry engineer rested a paw on the life support pod. "This guy's a whack-job, just so ya know, Quill... I worked with him on'n'off in the Keystone Quadrant a few times."

Drax sat down on an empty pod across the way. "So he is your friend?"

Rocket frowned. "He tried to kill me twice as many times."

The massive alien's eyebrows furrowed. "So he would make a good addition to the crew?"

Quill picked right up where Drax left off. "Good point, Drax; I think most of us have probably wanted to kill Rocket a dozen times each."

Scowling, Rocket marched out of the storage room and into the hall. "Yea, sure, laugh it up, ya chump, but mark my words, if you bring that guy inta the Milano you'd better be ready for trouble... and it'll be twice as bad if you thaw 'im."

Despite the warning the rest of the Guardians did exactly what Rocket had warned them against. Unwilling to tempt fate by involving himself with Blackjack again, Rocket objected by refusing to offer any assistance with moving the life pod. Unfortunately between Drax and Groot the rest of the team really didn't notice the lack of his presence. Grumbling to himself, Rocket headed straight back down the hallway and through the airlock into the Milano.

He tossed his breathing regulator helmet aside and grumbled his way off into his quarters; at least with the job done he'd finally have a chance to get some more sleep... or maybe rub one out... or both. He was just starting to undo the zipper on his jumpsuit when fate proved him wrong again; there was a continuous and incessant knocking, the repeated beating of a fist against his small door without giving him a chance to answer. Grumbling, Rocket zipped back up and stalked over to it. "Someone's cruisin' for a short trip down Plasma-Burn Parkway..."

Before Rocket had a chance to answer the knock the door slid open and a life support pod on rollers was pushed into his room by Quill. "Special delivery! Figured we'd store this in here..."

Having had enough, Rocket went straight for one of his storage cabinets. "That's it! That does it! Where'd I put that thermal detonator?"

The Human didn't get the picture, laughing instead. "Thermal Detonator? Careful there, 'Yoda'-- you're just ASKING for a lawsuit!"

No longer particularly interested in dealing with Quill's particular brand of crazy, Rocket launched himself unarmed at the Human, only to be intercepted by a blur of dark blue. Before he knew it, Rocket was on his back staring up into the familiar red goggles of a furry face he'd come to know far too well over the years. Blackjack grinned down at him. "Hey there, Rocky."

Rocket let out a sigh, rolling his eyes before kicking his feet against the ground as he pushed the Rabbit off of him by using the motion to roll Blackjack up and over his head. Continuing with the momentum, Rocket then curled his body into a ball and did a backwards somersault along the floor, then up and onto the Rabbit until he was the one on top. He glared down at the intruder even as he spoke at Quill. "I can't believe you let him out... even after I TOLD you not to!"

The Human wasn't in a listening mood. "Relax... he's just a rabbit!"

Blackjack looked up at him from his place on the floor, little metal sliders coming down over the goggles in something resembling a blink. "Exactly, Rocky... I'm just a rabbit."

Rocket was more than ready to argue the point, looking up to glare at the Human-- or, rather, where the Human HAD been; the door closed as Quill walked away. Grumbling, Rocket got to his feet, ready to start yelling after him. Instead he just snarled to himself. "Stupid Quill.... stupid Milano... stupid aft-hold bunk... Stupid Rabbit."

Blackjack had found his way to his feet by the time Rocket turned back around to face him; at least the Rabbit wasn't armed-- with more than a smile... which he appeared to be using as his fire-at-will weapon of choice. "So... your new boyfriend seems nice."

Rocket trilled out a growl. "He's not my boyfriend. I don't have boyfriends. He's not my boyfriend... and he's not 'nice'. He's a dick. I don't have boyfriends."

The Rabbit stepped closer. "You don't have boyfriends, huh? Coulda fooled me. And he's a dick, is he? Last I checked you also REALLY like dicks."

Still grumbling, Rocket made his way over to the life support pod. "I don't like dicks, O'Hare-- YOU like dicks."

If Rocket remembered correctly most emergency units were designed to work just once, but if the model Blackjack had been in was anything like the one Rocket used to escape the prison outpost on Theta IV then--

The Rabbit stepped up behind him, paws landing gently on Rocket's shoulders. "Oh right... silly me-- you're right. Maybe that's why you and me always got along so good... you have a really NICE di--"

Rocket reached his arm back and pushed the Rabbit away. "Yea... that's about as likely as me getting back together with Lylla."

Yet another thing Blackjack had ruined for him; there was a time when Rocket was dating the most eligible bachelorette in the Keystone Quadrant but that all came crashing down when the Rabbit had been working under him during one of their on-again-off-again partnerships. Rocket growled to himself when he realized that his choice of words to describe the arrangement was less than ideal; things ended with Lylla when she walked in on him with the Rabbit quite literally 'working under him'.

Apparently Blackjack thought it was a lot more humorous than Rocket. "Yea... she was a pretty rich little number, wasn't she? That was a shame."

Rocket about-faced to stare down his 'guest'. "She cared about me, ya ass, and then you--"

The words abandoned his muzzle when he saw that Blackjack was half undressed with the zipper of his deep blue maintenance suit drawn down to his navel. Even if his eyes were hidden by his goggles the grin on the Rabbit's lips was unmistakable. "And then I gave you what ya were REALLY lookin for? Far as I can remember you two didn't ever even DO anything, but you didn't have much of a problem taking up my offer for a good time."

Not one who enjoyed being caught without something to say, Rocket responded by placing his paws on his hips; while it wasn't very imposing to the giants with whom he shared the Milano, Blackjack was much closer to Rocket's size so he made the most of it. "And then once she was off the ship you stole the shuttle and kidnapped her... AGAIN."

The Rabbit laughed, turning around as he unzipped his uniform further, even bending over so he could flick his teardrop-shaped tail at Rocket. "Oh come on, Rocky... that was for money and you know it. Last I heard you went bounty hunter so don't lecture me about how to make money."

The position Blackjack chose was not an unfamiliar one for Rocket; he'd seen the Rabbit from that angle more than once and he grumbled when his still unsatisfied member started pressing against his unyielding flight suit. Did Blackjack know how much effect his little lagomorphic bubble-butt had on him? Probably. Knowing it was against his better judgment, Rocket stepped up and gripped his guest by the rump. "With the right 'assets' you coulda chosen better ways to make a living."

Blackjack let out a slight chirp-- it was a fake sound of surprised; Rocket realized that nothing about his reaction had surprised the manipulative Rabbit. The zipper sound continued and as Blackjack straightened up the maintenance suit fell the rest of the way off his torso, kept on only by the little clasp over his tail. "Oh? You think I have some other skills that people might pay for?"

Rocket gripped Blackjack by the arm and spun him around, glaring down into the glowing red goggles the Rabbit was never without. "I spent the last three years 'paying' for those skills."

The Rabbit grinned, leaning forward just a little so he could brush his muzzle along Rocket's. "You're such a charmer."

Blinking, Rocket scowled when he realized just what a compromising situation he was getting himself into. Blackjack was trouble, pure and simple, and even his tight ass (it WAS a nice tight ass) and his incredible skills in the sack (they were VERY incredible) weren't worth the result of getting in too deep (and he remembered the Rabbit being VERY deep)-- he had trouble trying to remember what he was getting at, but that stopped mattering the moment he heard the sound of the zipper on his own flight suit being drawn down and two skillful lapine paws slipped into the opening.

Somehow Rocket maintained just enough wherewithal to realize that Blackjack probably had ulterior motives; the Rabbit ALWAYS had ulterior motives. Tongue thick in his muzzle, Rocket still managed to demand an answer. "What're you after here, Blackjack?"

The Rabbit's muzzle neared his again but deviated its course, dropping down to snuffle through his chest fur. Rocket went up onto his tiptoes as a warm blast of breath cascaded further down his sternum and then Blackjack's pronounced incisors nibbled their way across his abdomen... then down to his groin. The Rabbit's voice was muffled as his muzzle rooted through Rocket's groin fur. "Isn't it obvious? I already found it."

Rocket was ready to object... right up until the point Blackjack started using his tongue. There had been times in the past when Rocket was much more willing to trust the Rabbit and they'd spent more than their fair share of nights together which meant Blackjack knew all of his most 'intimate' weaknesses. Chewing on his tongue in indecision, the raccoon almost drew blood from himself when the Rabbit's tongue brushed across his neglected member which had disobediently begun to peek out in greeting of its long-lost companion.

It wasn't long before Rocket came to the conclusion that he'd be able to wait to tell off Star-Lord; he could spare a few hours before kicking Blackjack out of the airlock; he'd manage to bide his time before speaking his mind. What COULDN'T wait, however, was finally settling the score with his overflowing testicles. Rocket reached out and took hold of both of the Rabbit's ears in one paw, latched onto the back of his head with the other, and pulled him closer while thrusting his hips forward. He grinned when Blackjack gagged at the sudden intrusion. "Still can't handle not being in charge, huh?"

It was a not-so-subtle reminder of who the captain was when the two worked together and he knew Blackjack hadn't missed it; Blackjack had worked on Rocket's ship. Once the Rabbit was able to pull his head away from Rocket's groin he scowled. "And you still haven't gotten over yourself, huh? Shoulda expected as much."

Blackjack raised a paw and wiped the lingering line of precum that created a sticky bridge between the slick penis and lips; Rocket had to admit he enjoyed seeing the Rabbit like that. Rather then letting his guest continue talking he pulled him closer again by the ears and fed him another taste. "What I haven't gotten over was you stealing the shuttle after setting the self destruct..."

The Rabbit was about to object but Rocket forestalled any comment by thrusting himself deeper into Blackjack's muzzle. No longer caught unaware, his companion lowered his head just enough that the angle was perfect and Rocket let out a chitter of subdued pleasure; if there was one thing Blackjack O'Hare WAS good for it was head. The raccoon's eyes drifted down to the Rabbit's naked rump and the fluffy tail that sprouted from between the nicely rounded cheeks. Actually, Rocket reminded himself, Blackjack was more like a gambler's coin: he was good for 'heads' AND 'tails'.

Smirking, he lifted a leg and placed a foot paw on the Rabbit's shoulder, pushing him away with a decisive shove. Blackjack fell onto his back and lay there, obviously confused; Rocket resolved to give him some clarity by kneeling down between the Rabbit's splayed legs. It didn't take very long for his guest to get the picture. In fact, Blackjack spread himself wider. "Does this mean we're friends again?"

Rocket laughed scornfully even as he grabbed hold of one of the Rabbit's ankles and took hold of himself with his other paw to guide his aim. "Friends? Ha! We ain't been friends ever, O'Hare... fuck buddies, maybe, but friends? Ha! Ha! Ha! Listen to how hard I'm laughing!"

Blackjack grinned, providing the most seductive face he could manage with his goggles still in place. "I'd rather listen to how hard you do something el--unf!"

Rocket appreciated how well a firm thrust could shut him up. The Raccoon slowly eased his hips back, pulling out an inch as he realized that the Rabbit's saliva hadn't been slathered on thick enough to do a good job. Lowering his head, Rocket snorted in through his nose with a huge inhale, and then hocked out a spray of fluid onto his half-withdrawn member. "I didn't get me my personal time today, Bunny... looks like I found a use for ya after all."

Blackjack no longer bothered responding, choosing instead to lean his head back, tongue hanging freely from his muzzle as he wrapped his legs around Rocket's hips and locked his ankles against the small of his back. Taking that as a positive sign the Raccoon wasted no time reacquainting himself with the Rabbit's insides. Blackjack had always been a noisy lay and apparently that hadn't changed. Between his gasps and moans it would only be a matter of time before Rocket's shipmates heard the goings-on; just an added bonus in his opinion.

Grinding himself into the Rabbit like a jackhammer Rocket was all grins when he saw that Blackjack's cock was already at full mast, dribbling eagerly without even having been touched. "Here I thought you were expectin' a free rescue but it looks like you're 'up to' earning your way back to the central systems after all."

Blackjack squirmed on the floor next to the bed, paws reaching to grip one of its legs even as his body rolled and wormed in time with Rocket's thrusts, "Oh fuuuuuuu--- Rocky!"

The Raccoon had never liked that nickname but he was willing to let it go when he saw that the Rabbit had already given up the fight against his ministrations. Blackjack's member quivered, jumping once, then twice, before pulsing blast after blast of cum all over his bluish-green abdomen. Laughing, Rocket pulled one of the Rabbit's legs free from his back and pushed it across his body so he could lay down beside him, abdomen pressed up against Blackjack's back. "Good thing you're a Bunny... I'd hate t'think you're outta ammo."

Blackjack panted, taking several breaths before he could muster up the ability to talk. "You kidding? I'm good for... at least another... few dozen times!"

Rocket smirked, leaning forward to bite at the Rabbit's shoulder. "We'll see 'bout that."

Supporting himself on his right elbow, he used his left paw to hold Blackjack's left leg up so he could get the right angle and began to thrust into him again from behind. There was something about having his belly fur pushed up against the small of the Rabbit's back that felt so right and it had been a preferred position for him ever since he could remember... probably because he didn't have to look at Blackjack's silly ever-present goggles.

Blackjack shuddered, his grip tightening on the bed's leg even as his other arm reached back to grab a pawful of Rocket's shoulder-fur, seemingly attempting to pull him forward even more. "Oh yea... Dog-dammit, I've missed this!"

Rocket didn't want to admit it, but he did too. His teeth bit harder into the Rabbit's shoulder and he clenched his little claws into Blackjack's calf, making his 'guest' cry out, but it wasn't so much in pain as it was excitement; the Rabbit had always liked it just a little rough, and Rocket had to admit that there weren't many opportunities for him to overpower anyone, let alone a prospective rutting partner. Somewhere in the back of his mind Rocket realized nothing good would come from the dalliance but the entire rest of his brain was more interested in having that little part shut the hell up and enjoy the ride.

A 'ride' was certainly what it turned out to be. Rocket was just starting to build up a solid rhythm when he felt Blackjack's insides spasm around his pistoning member and he chittered out a crooning appreciation for the massage his sensitive flesh received as the Rabbit cried out in wordless ecstasy. Cumming for a second time in a pawful of minutes Blackjack shuddered, alternating between pushing back against Rocket's thrusts and humping forward into the air as he even managed to hit the wall with one of his pulsing sprays of ejaculate.

It had always been something of an unspoken agreement between them that Rocket could get as many positions out of Blackjack as the Rabbit had opportunities to get off and that meant the Raccoon was able to change things up quite a few times in a single night. As the Rabbit started to slide down off of the plateau of his second release, however, Rocket realized that it'd been a few days since he had a chance to get off and he wouldn't be able to hold out forever... nor would he want to let Blackjack have all the fun.

With a loud, wet pop he pulled himself free of the Rabbit's tail hole, eliciting a flicking flutter from Blackjack's fluffy teardrop tail. Glancing over his shoulder, the Rabbit leveled his goggles toward Rocket, metal shutters 'blinking' for him. The question came out almost chidingly. "You're not done already, are ya, Rocky?"

"Nope."

Without any further explanation Rocket stood then leaned down to grip Blackjack by the forearm and haul him up to his feet. He grinned at the Rabbit and with just the faintest shove had him pushed over to a small metal locker where the Raccoon kept his spare uniform. The container itself barely came up to his sternum but it was more than tall enough for hanging clothes... or for the use he had in mind. Blackjack was fully compliant when Rocket pressed his paw against the Rabbit's back, bending him over the locker as his other paw guided his member to the sweet spot he sought under his visitor's flittering tail.

Blackjack took in a deep breath, paws gripping hold of the locker as Rocket hilted in one go. The Raccoon took less time getting up to speed and leaned forward, chewing on the nape of the Rabbit's neck as he surged into him with reckless abandon, using enough force that every other thrust had their balls colliding, creating the faintest hint of pain to accompany the numerous other sensations and stimulations; it had always been Blackjack's favorite position because of that very reason... and because he could sometimes get away with two or three orgasms before Rocket chose to move on. That wasn't going to happen, however-- not that time.

Rocket ground his teeth when, after only a few dozen thrusts Blackjack was already shivering with an impending orgasm. He felt the plethora of muscles inside the Rabbit's body begin to work his member and it was like heaven. It had been way too long since he last got off and he realized that he wasn't going to survive another one of Blackjack's releases without losing it himself. He pushed his full weight down on his guest. "Not yet... not yet."

Blackjack's voice was tight, and not just because he was being crushed by the Raccoon. "You keep doin' what you're doin' and I won't have much choice, Rocky."

Feeling the switch inside him flip from 'not much longer' to 'any second', Rocket grabbed two huge pawfuls of Bunny rump. "Aw, screw it." And he stopped bothering to hold back.

There were few things in the galaxy that could really get Rocket's pulse to quicken. Big guns, big explosions, escaping maximum security prisons, and the chance to cause large monetary sums of damage were right there at the top of his list, but, despite how much he wished it otherwise there was something else that never failed to get his heart racing: Blackjack O'Hare....'s ass.

Rocket heard the sound of the Rabbit moaning, but it still wasn't enough to drown out the metallic clang of Blackjack's powerful spurts of semen hitting the locker door. A moment later none of that mattered as he finally gave into his own body's desire to be rid of the overabundance of fluids housed within his balls. Letting out a grunting churl, Rocket didn't even care how silly it sounded as he slammed his hips as hard against the Rabbit's rump as he could manage and kept himself hilted throughout the entirety of his orgasm.

He felt Blackjack's opening tighten around his cock with every pulse and he filled the Rabbit to overflowing; the warmth of his own fluids dribbled down through the fur of his sac but he couldn't bother himself to disengage; he enjoyed the feel of something warm and furry in his arms in the twilight afterglow of a much needed release. "Ooohhhh yea...."

* * * * * *

Life had a way of being unkind and unfair to Rocket, and usually the source of that, more often than not was Quill. Being awakened early for the second time in a row by the alert sound from the comm monitor was enough to get the Raccoon immediately back into a bad mood. Things didn't get any better when he realized that Blackjack was already gone... and so was Rocket's uniform. He slammed a paw on the keyboard to answer the call. "Tell me that the shuttle's still here."

Star-Lord had apparently had some whole speech ready but the request must have thrown him off his game because the best the Human could manage was "I thought you were IN it."

A third signal joined their conversation, adding in another voice. "Nope-- just the access code. I can't believe you still keep a copy of it in your front pocket, Rocky!"

Quill wasn't too happy hearing Blackjack's voice coming from the shuttle's broadcast. "Is that the-- it's the Rabbit, isn't it?"

"Blackjack O'Hare, Human... and you're lucky I'm in a good mood."

Star-Lord didn't seem so gracious about the comment. "You steal a shuttle when you're in a GOOD MOOD? What do you do when you're in--"

Rocket realized the question wasn't getting them anywhere and interrupted the Human. "He leaves a bomb behind... now shut up, Quill. Whadda ya want, O'Hare? Just calling to gloat?"

The Human didn't give the Rabbit a chance to answer, interrupting the conversation again. "Get out here, Rocket-- we're heading after that shuttle."

The Raccoon rolled his eyes despite the fact that he knew Quill couldn't see it. "Oh? We are, are we? Why don'cha try scannin' for it, smart guy."

There was a pause and Gamora's voice came in on the bridge's line. "There's no shuttle signature... it is as though it were not there."

Rocket grumbled, opening his locker to find a spare uniform then grit his teeth in rage when he realized that all of them had been dappled with Rabbit cum that had found its way through the slats in the front of the container. He growled out the explanation. "That's because he has a shuttle cloaking device modulator built into his exo-arm... Quill gave him his exo-arm, didn't he?"

The Human's response wasn't audible through the comm channel but Rocket was pretty sure he knew the answer already. Ignoring the bridge crew he focused instead on Blackjack. "So what was it about THIS time, O'Hare? You got your way on board and left just to prove you're that good? Is that it, long-ears?"

The Rabbit laughed. "You know, as much as I love our chats I'm late for an appointment with the Collector... he's been on the look out for some rare specimens and I hear-tell he pays by the milliliter."

Rocket slammed a paw against the comm console and stalked back to his locker. He grabbed his least-sticky uniform and was just about to put it on before he stopped; looking down at himself he saw that his whole body was stickier than Quill's quarters after a visit from a Rajack stripper. Grumbling, he realized there was no way around it: he had to take a shower. Grabbing a towel he pressed the button to open the door to the rest of the ship and strolled out in-the-fur; if anyone had a problem with it they could look the other way.

Quill turned the corner and headed his direction, screeching to a halt when he almost stumbled over Rocket. The Human backed up, quickly holding his hand out in front of his face. "Geez, Rocket... try putting some clothes on?"

The Raccoon turned and walked away from him, more interested in a shower than a discussion. "Screw you, Quill-- I'm goin' for a shower."

"What? Now? We're going after that Rabbit!"

Rocket snorted, not even bothering to turn around. "Good luck with that. Like I said: screw you--shower."

The Raccoon wasn't interested in further discussion, but apparently Quill was; thankfully it was apparently directed at Drax anyway. "Did you see Rocket? It's like he just took a swan dive into a pool of used tissues."

Drax's response was JUST enough to lighten Rocket's mood. "It could not be worse than what you must have looked like after mating with an A'askavariian."