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Chapter 10: Christopher

As with the day after any successful mission, Frank found himself tangled up in a pile amidst his boyfriends; he was the first one to awaken-- mostly because he had to pee, but also because his palm itched horribly. Grumbling to himself, he managed to extricate himself from Juan and Chance, calling to them as he made his way to the bathroom. "Hour til classes guys."

While Chance and Juan roused themselves, Frank saw to his bladder then went to wash his hands at the sink, spending extra time with his glove. Cursing at the obvious reaction his hand stuck in his glove had with salt water, the young man reminded himself yet again why he hated sea-based missions. "Fucking rashes..."

The black goo was a new one but, he realized, the treated black leather of his glove was probably reacting to the salt water just as much as his skin, and the addition of his sweat was likely adding to the issue; sometimes having sensitive skin was a real bitch. He let the cool, fresh water wash all over his palms and down through the glove, helping to ease the fiery itching of what he was sure would probably become a rash-- hopefully not bad enough that he'd need to see a doctor. Frank didn't care for doctors, and the prospect of having to deal with one in a way that related to his Metamorph powers was even less appealing.

Frank was relieved when, after about a minute and a half the water started to run clear; whatever had 'oozed' out of his glove or rose up from his skin was done 'doing its thing' and his hand felt significantly better. Not one to let it go unaddressed, however, he went through some basics of first aid. Stuffing some medical gause between his palm and the glove, Frank knew that giving his skin a chance to breathe would prevent future issues arising. After that, he finally exited the bathroom, stepping aside to avoid the bedlam of Chance and Juan fighting over who'd get it next; he didn't bother tracking who won since he had a quick breakfast to consider!

The morning's repast consisted of eggs and toast; he made enough for all three of them and grabbed himself some orange juice. The three of them were all focused on getting ready for the day's classes so their conversations were brief. Frank confirmed that the deposit was settled and that they'd discuss distributing it and the best way to use it so that their individual wealth wouldn't raise suspicion. After that they cleared the table and each finished getting ready for their first day back; having missed two days of classes meant that they were all behind, but Frank was confident that he'd catch up quickly enough.

In truth, he did. While he was a bit behind in his classes, Frank had been doing well enough that an evening of study would allow him to go over everything he'd missed. The majority of each of his classes were just continuations of what they'd covered the prior day, which was building off of what they'd learned on Friday. All-in-all, Frank considered himself lucky that he'd gone off on his mission during non-essential lessons.

The morning passed in a flash and, before Frank knew it, lunch time had arrived. Checking his texts, he saw that Chance was suggesting a meet-up in the food court; that meant hamburgers were on the menu. The three of them gathered at a table next to one of several fast food kiosks-- in addition to Chance favoring hamburgers, the booth they selected also had the benefit of being tucked into a corner, keeping it out of the general foot traffic that frequented the cafeteria. They settled into their out-of-the-way nook and Chance began to pass out the meals.

Their mid-day discussion started with an update from each of them; Juan pointed out that he would be busy studying limbic system abnormalities in rodents in order to prepare for a test on Friday. Frank, despite having done a fine job of catching up to where the rest of his classmates were, also had some work to do and he'd spend the night reviewing national self-determination. Chance, unlike his two boyfriends, was already up to speed and he mentioned that he coded a funds transfer program to help guide the placement and disbursement of money... for people who had some extra thousands.

His program, in fact, was the perfect guide in helping them figure out how best to transfer their many hundreds of thousands from the Merc's Metamorphs account into their own for personal use. While Chance didn't come out and say so in public, it didn't take too much insight for Frank to realize just how useful the program would end up being as they made numerous small transfers over the course of several semesters to help pay down their individual student debts and free up money for use in a way that wouldn't draw attention. Attention was the enemy of Metamorphs when it came to hiding their identity and Chance's knack for programming and numbers had once again solved a pending issue before it became a problem.

Based in Chance's computer program, the money could be distributed to them out of their central account over the course of their remaining time at university. Not only would the transfers help cover future semesters, but it could be disbursed at the same time as scholarship funds and student loans, mixing into the large amounts of funds transferred for purposes already taken for granted by any 'interested parties' monitoring the financial system. They wouldn't be able to access the huge sum provided by their enigmatic employer all at once, but The Rook had done them quite a favor, setting them up for a full payoff of their student debts by the time their stay at the university had coem to an end.

In the end, as Frank toyed with the program provided by Chance, he saw an end to his financial problems: when they graduate, each would be able to do a full payoff of any remaining balances. The large balance transfer could easily be labeled as a 'signing bonus' for whatever jobs each of them would conceivably move onto in their professional lives and nobody would give it a second glance. It was a solid plan.

As their lunch breaks moved onward toward an end, Frank, Juan, and Chance all agreed that they'd meet up after classes and have a little celebration-- nothing too extreme since they'd have classes the following day, but definitely something 'worthwhile'. From there, the three boyfriends went their separate ways and Frank walked into his next class with a huge smile on on his face; he liked 'celebrations' with his boyfriends.

* * * * * *

Professor Monroe was only one of two Poly Sci teachers on campus and, since it was Frank's major, he ended up seeing a lot of the man; his first class of the day and his first class after lunch were both taught by the rather vibrant, lecture-loving faculty member. The afternoon class, unlike the morning class, however, did not include a lecture that day. Standing at the podium at the front of the classroom, Professor Monroe waited until everyone had settled down before he spoke up. "I would like everyone to find a partner. We are going to be doing a group exercise today."

Frank was good enough working as a team with his boyfriends but he never much cared for group projects in school-- starting all the way back to elementary school and present through his college career, the young man much more preferred to be responsible for his own grade. His hesitance, in the end, resulted in him being the odd-student out as the class had twenty three, meaning he had no classmate joining him. Mr. Monroe took note. "Welcome back, Frank... I assume the reason you don't have a partner is because you're not at 100% yet?"

Frank hadn't specifically said he was sick when he had called in his absences but he had no trouble letting Professor Monroe think whatever he wanted. "Sorry, Professor... guess I wasn't fast enough."

The instructor shrugged. "Well, be that as it may, since we have an uneven number of students someone had to go without... Christopher, please join Frank as his partner."

Having originally thought that he was going to be able to do the exercise solo, Frank was caught by surprise and sat numbly as the teacher's aide sat down on the opposite side of the work table from him. The young Asian man had a ready smile and Frank was certain that Christopher winked at him. "Don't worry-- I may not be a Poly Sci major, but I still know my stuff."

Frank realized that the statement was a jab from the discussion the two had shared the prior week; Christopher apparently had quite a long memory. He decided to play it cool. "S'okay... I can carry the team if I need to."

Christopher's smile widened slightly as he spoke quietly. "I bet you could... you're in great shape for a social studies scholar."

Even if Frank didn't consider that a flirty statement, the fact that the teacher's aide slid his foot alongside Frank's, tapping it a few times purposefully. Was Christopher playing FOOTSIE with him? Unwilling to convince himself that the guy was giving off signals, Frank remained focused on the assignment, keeping things 'professional' until, after more obviously NOT accidental brushes of his shoe, Christopher reached out and rested his hand on the back of Frank's to accentuate some innocent statement; the soft squeeze was the clincher: Christopher was DEFINITELY interested.

Frank's focus shifted after that, just going through the motions of the lesson as he spent more of his time studying the slim, well-kept, neat appearance of the young man across from him. Christopher had a refined, metro-sexual look to him-- a hint effeminate but not too much that Frank couldn't appreciate the teacher's aide's masculinity. When it came down to it, Frank was interested and, when he came to that realization, it was almost as if Christopher could sense it; the Asian student winked.

Sitting across from one another at the table meant that they were face to face and Frank alternated his attention on the book in front of himself and the eyes of the student aide across from him. While Christopher did a fine job focusing on the text book, talking casually about territorial domain and inherent rights of sovereignty. Even as he did so, however, the Asian student's shoe pressed against Frank's and, a moment later, his shoeless toes caressed Frank's calf. Christopher, when challenged by a stare, only smiled.

The foot-based flirting continued until the team session concluded at the end of class. Frank had just enough time for his erection to go down before the students were dismissed. Rather than exit right away, however, he waited until Christopher had finished a brief discussion with Professor Monroe, at which point he followed the teacher's aide out of the room and caught up with him in the hallway right after Christopher took a side path. "Hey! Christopher! Wait up!"

Christopher did so, turning about to face Frank with a pleasant smile. "Well hello there, team mate. What can I--?"

Frank may have been naturally forward when he was Merc, but, despite a natural dominant streak he was still usually reserved and bordering on shy. He had no idea what compelled him that afternoon, but he definitely wasn't hesitant. Overpowering Christopher by pushing him back against a wall, he locked lips with the Asian student, releasing his response to the subtle torment that had been inflicted upon him during class. Christopher's response was immediate, moaning softly against his lips and arching his back into the attention. It was definitely a kiss... and it was a good one.

Realizing what he'd done as their lips parted, Frank felt his entire face flush red. While he had enjoyed himself, he quickly second-guessed his out-of-character advances, but he was too committed to completely surrender to the moment. Offering his best smile to hide his sudden self-conscious reflection, Frank offered a succinct nod. "Glad we got that settled." and he quickly about-faced and made a retreat.

Heading back down the hall in the correct direction toward his final class of the day, Frank's mind was a jumble of thoughts. He had to admit that he did like what he'd seen from Christopher and what he knew about the guy-- he just second-guessed his own unmeasured advances; that wasn't his usual approach... plus there were his boyfriends to consider. He was pretty sure that they'd both be okay in Christopher as a potential dalliance, but Frank wasn't about to betray their trust by not talking to them about him first.

He brushed his out-of-character forray into pursuing a potential love interest as still riding high on a successful, well-paying mission and resolved to talk to Juan and Chance about Christopher that night. He would let them know what had happened, explain the kiss, and let them know that it wouldn't go any further without their blessing. Considering Christopher was also into computer science he figured Chance would appreciate having something to talk to the guy about; Juan was also easy-going enough that his main concern would probably be that Christopher was clean. With the discussion all planned out, Frank went into his last class of the day with a clear mind.

* * * * * *

Frank returned to their shared dorm after his final class let out and was met by an amazing scent; any day Juan didn't have an afternoon class was usually an awesome dinner night. Despite not having a proper kitchen in their dorm, Juan still managed to work wonders with a hot plate and a slow cooker. One of Frank's favorite dishes was a Colombian chicken stew Juan learned how to make from his grandmother. He met his boyfriend with a kiss hello, making his guess aloud "Sudado de Pollo?"

Juan smiled with a nod. "Yeah... it's done and simmering... just waiting for the rice to finish up. Chance texted-- he's picking up some limes."

Although Frank wasn't much for garnish when it came to stews, Juan always had a preference for topping his with sour cream and lime juice; Chance usually just settled for the sour cream. Flopping down on one of the recliners in the main room, Frank let out a groan while kicking off his shoes. "Well... I'm ready to eat whenever he gets back-- smells AWESOME, babe."

Juan chuckled, leaning down to kiss Frank on the forehead before kneeling down to take hold of one of his feet. Gently kneading the ball of Frank's foot through his sock, Juan asked "You all caught up in your classes or you gonna be spending the night on homework?"

Frank leaned his head back, reveling in the feel of his boyfriend's hands on his sore foot. "All good, babe... figured if we're all caught up this can be an 'us night'."

Considering their recent victory and the prospect of a completely opening evening, an 'us night' seemed like the perfect way to spend a Tuesday. Apparently Juan thought the same. "I was gonna suggest the exact same thing."

Juan picked up Frank's other foot and repeated the massage on it and, no sooner had Frank sunk into the joy of the attention than the door opened. Chance pushed his way in, arms burdened by bags. He flicked the door closed with a heel. "Limes, and I also grabbed a twelve pack of pop."

Although Frank would have loved for the foot massage to continue, he had to admit that he was excited at the prospect of dinner. It didn't take long for the three of them to dish up and take a seat at the table. Talk was casual and banter was plentiful. The three were indeed all caught up on their classes and, when Frank and Juan brought up the topic of an 'us night' Chance was more than eager enough to agree, even pointing out something very specific. "You know... we didn't change today..."

In casual conversation anyone else might have mistaken the statement for something to do with clothing but, in the world of Metamorphs, the invitation was unmistakable. There was something about having sex in Metamorph form that went far beyond the physical limitations of the human body-- put simply, all three agreed that it was "fucking hot". With no missions on the roster and only a handful of hours left to the night, the three retreated to the bedroom as Frank called upon his glove to spice up their evening. He even had the foresight to select one of his powers: selective noise cancelling. He used it on their bedroom; it was 'us night', which meant that he didn't want to have to keep things quiet.

As Frank made preparations to go through the change his boyfriends each split up to do the same. They always made it a point not to be wearing clothes and that included when they were just 'messing around'-- replacing their wardrobe every few sex sessions would get expensive. Frank went ahead and doffed his clothes in the living room while Juan went off to the bedroom and Chance went past and into the en suite bathroom. Completely naked, Frank went after the two of them, only to see Juan lounging on the bed dressed only in a spedo. Smiling immediately, Frank stepped closer. "Well... what do we have here?"

Juan winked in response. Chance already helped with the measurements-- the material is flexible enough that--"

The bathroom door kicked open and Chance emerged, completely naked except for a jockstrap on. "SURPRISE, BITCHES!"

Juan wasn't impressed. "What the fuck, Chance?"

The white guy paused, his cheeks blushing just a little as his bravado fizzled out. "Well... I mean... you're doing the whole banana hammock thing so I figured--"

Juan doubled down. "You culo estupido! Do you have any idea what'll--"

Frank knew exactly what Juan was getting at, but he couldn't pass up on the opportunity. "Alright-- here we go!"

Clenching his fist he felt the tingle erupt from his palm and quickly creep its way up his arm. Shivering, he grinned, watching his skin stretch to bursting as textured, black scales erupted from it before pure white fur exploded out of the pores of his bicep, traveling up his shoulder. By the time the fur had started his left hand began changing as well, scales rapidly replacing skin as his fingernails blackened and stretched out into elongated talons. He bared his teeth, making the transition from fleshy to scaled lips easier on his soft tissues and hissed to accentuate the feel of his teeth curving in his mouth as they turned into proper fangs.

Merc arched his back first forward then backward as his spine stretched and grew even more supple; by that point the fur and scales were washing down his body and he groaned as if he were being worked over by an overly enthusiastic chiropractor, his coccyx shifting and growing outward into a long, sinuous tail. Bending forward, the Kangacobra lowered his head so it wouldn't hit the ceiling as his legs expanded, gaining muscle mass, length and girth, toes clenching into the carpet with newly grown claws as the transformation completed. He let out a contented sigh as his proper shape solidified.

He came off his transformation high, snapped back to the present by a yelp. Already having an idea what he would see, Merc fought back a snicker when he saw Demon on his knees, clawing at the remnants of the torn jockstrap, which appeared to be simultaneously crushing one of his nuts and strangling his waist at the same time. Bruiser was full-on-giggling, managing to wheeze out "No... elastic.... pendejo!"

The there had gone over the discussion before many times yet, in his eagerness to follow Juan's lead, Chance had selected a jockstrap without fully considering the ramifications. The Pitbull squirmed, yelping again and whining as he fought against the restrictive material. After having a laugh at his canine boyfriend's expense, Merc went to assist him. "Hold still and stop being such a puppy."

Merc tsk'ed and used a single claw to slide between skin and elastic, easily cutting it and freeing Demon, who immediately cupped his privates. "Ow! Fuck! You try playing it cool with one of 'the twins' getting crushed... damn!"

Already kneeling down, the Kangacobra continued tsk'ing, finding the perfect second power for the night: he made his saliva a mild pain reliever with just a touch of mild, psychoactive high. "Awww... don't worry... Merc'll kiss it and make it better."

True to his word, Merc slid his tongue from the tip of Demon's sheath all the way down to his nuts, flexibility serving it well as he encircled them both, working his saliva all over them with a circular motion before ticking the dog's taint with the forked tip. Demon only shivered, hips quivering faintly. "Oooohhhhhh fuck yessssss."

Bruiser didn't miss the tell-tale signs. "Wow... his pupils are HUGE... what'd you give him, Merc?"

The Kangacobra winked at his Orca boyfriend. "A kiss... want one?"

Bruiser, indeed, did.

The three of them ended up collapsing onto the bed which, after several months of being called to support three Metamorphs, had long since lost its legs and was therefore already flat on the ground. Neither of Merc's boyfriends could get enough of his kisses, all over there body or specifically with tongues entwined, but the Kangacobra had a lot more planned for that night, and eventually things heated up further.

Bruiser, always a fan of oral, and wasted no time taking one of Merc's two erections into his eager maw while Demon, on the other hand, took control of one of the Kangacobra's feet, worshiping it with muzzle and tongue. Eventually, at the Dog's insistence, the two switched positions and Demon went to down on the other foot, tongue sliding along the sole before passing through each toe; Bruiser, in the meantime, lavished Merc's second cock with his full attention. The pressure of the Orca's huge tongue doubled-down once Demon got serious and, in one full push hilted Bruiser from behind.

Hissing around Merc's cock, the Orca withdrew his head, calling back at the Dog "Watch it! You almost knotted me before I was ready!"

Demon leaned full over Bruiser, laying half on him to avoid getting his dorsal fin to the chest. "You like it rough... admit it."

From his position reclining on the bed, Merc had a great view of both of his boyfriends. Rather than object, Bruiser went right back to servicing his right penis while his left throbbed eagerly, shooting a jet of precum onto the Orca's neck. Demon, huffing and grunting, went to town, slamming into Bruiser from behind with his enormous fluke draped over a thigh. The Dog surprised Merc a moment later when, in a rare show of eagerness, leaned over Bruiser and took Merc's unattended member into his muzzle, even going so far as to wink at him when he did so.

Merc didn't usually get serviced by both his boyfriends at once and it had an impact. Having already been well-stimulated by the eager Orca, the Kangacobra didn't last long and he gripped the bedspread, humping his hips forward into both waiting maws before he unloaded into them eagerly. Kissing and growling, his ejaculations lasted for at least thirty seconds-- long enough for Demon to reach his high and Merc felt Bruiser tense up when the Pitbull's knot got past his entrance, even going so far as to squeak out of his blowhole. The Kangacobra felt jet after jet of Orca semen splash against his leg a moment later.

It took awhile for the three of them to come down off their sexual high and Merc just smiled to himself as both boyfriends snuggled into him, still very much in the throes of their chemical one-- and Demon still buried in Bruiser's ass. The Kangacobra let out a contented sigh, happy to just enjoy the moment, but a part of him realized that there was more to be said. Letting out a more resigned sigh, he decided that there was no sense in delaying. "Hey-- you know Christopher-- that teacher's aide in my poly sci class I was telling you guys about the other day?"

Demon turned his head so he could look at Merc. "You mean the uptight one who somehow got the job despite not having any poly sci classes?"

Merc found himself blushing through his fur and scales. "Well... uh... he came onto me earlier today."

It was Bruiser's turn to look his direction. "No shit?"

The Kangacobra nodded. "I... kinda kissed him after that... and he seemed to enjoy it."

The Orca frowned. "This... isn't a Torpedo situation... is it?"

Demon read between the lines. "Hey!"

Merc quickly interjected. "No. It wasn't. I'm not about to do anything without checking with you guys first."

Bruiser was, as usual, very much the realist. "Do you know if he fools around a lot? Is he clean?"

The Kangacobra shrugged. "We didn't get that far, but I plan to find out before anything happens-- IF you guys are cool with it."

It was Demon's turn to ask questions. "Does he know you have boyfriends?'

"Didn't come up."

Bruiser grunted, flexing then relaxing his hips; Merc heard the audible pop. "Well... let's go take a shower before I start dripping everywhere, and we can talk about it."

Resuming their human forms, the three went down to the showers, cleaned up, then came back to the room to do just that. In the end, all three agreed that dinner would be a good place to start. The three would meet with Christopher; the guy would be made aware of the situation and see what he thought of it and if he was still cool pursuing something with Frank... and/or all three of them. With the agreement made, Chance and Juan headed off to sleep; Frank promised to join them before too long, but he was still a little worked up from the prior two days so he elected to stay up just a little longer.