It Was Almost Normal: AT FIRST...

I.S.S. Justice: Stardate 13131:043;

The computer chime woke us.

"One of these days you need to reprogram that thing to play Vulcan trance ending music instead of that high pitched wail." Skylar muttered levering himself out of bed. I didn't mention that would have been against regulations: because that would have been the twelfth time I'd said it.

I followed him to the shower and we both let the hot spraying water bring us back to full sapience. Like most mornings these days I indulged in a little sexual escapade with my lover in the shower. With his fingers resting gently on my temples so I could share the sensation I sucked him off, savoring the tang of him as he savored my ministrations. My lips and throat muscles were a seemingly toothless vacuum seal and my tongue torturing everything it could reach as he gently moaned his approval. I admit it had taken most of two months of almost daily practice to be able to suck him off without gagging, (he's not small down there), but I was well past the point where it was even uncomfortable anymore. It was just one very enjoyable part of my daily routine. Most days I only ate a bowl of brown rice and green tea for breakfast now, my protein and calcium needs for the morning having been seen to by Skylar's 'Milkshake'.

He could feel what it was like for me too of course, so he hadn't pushed me to do anything I couldn't handle. The first three weeks I'd only tried to deep throat once, then gone a little less 'porn-star' when I nearly hurled. I practiced with holo-training under a simulated priestess of Hestia for the next two weeks before I tried again. Even so it had taken me three days of repeated attempts to get it right.

Now though? I probably could have qualified as a sacred prostitute on New Babylon, I had so many tricks up my (complete lack of) sleeves, and getting more all the time. I wouldn't have wanted to though, what I was enjoying most with Skylar was the profound emotional connection we shared. Oh, sex was a part of it, but it was more than that, so very much more. We not only knew each other in the physical sense, but on every level, and we liked each other on most of them. Sure, we had a few habits that we each wished the other didn't, but that's life. At least we knew about them and were working on it.

He didn't have to say anything, I could feel it, but he did anyway, because he knew I found it HOT. "Lin, I'm gonna..." he groaned. I sucked his cock as deep into my throat as it would go just in time for his flood of cum to spray right down my esophagus into my stomach! Much as I love drinking his cum, the taste is coppery and unspeakably foul, so I always try to get it as far away from where I have to taste it as I can. He doesn't mind, much, and it's more that he's frustrated that it seems there's nothing he can do to make it actually taste good. I wish there were something we could do about that too, but feeding him every kind of fruit you can think of has done nothing...

After 'Eating Breakfast' in the shower and finishing cleaning off we got dressed and Skylar headed out. The other two in our cabin were already gone, they took their showers in the barracks with the rest of the marines, they only got a cabin because they were non-coms and married. I wished Skylar good luck and called up my rice and green tea, smiling a little at the thick protein syrup already sloshing around my stomach. Because we had just registered the day before our schedules were now on semi-Sync, with our days off being one the same and one different each week, so we could have alone time and couples time. Thus I was off duty for the day while Skylar had to go be at the helm.

Have I mentioned that I'm not very good about taking time off unless it's sexual in nature and don't handle loneliness particularly well?

I called up the registry of actions from when I got off shift to now and skimmed through it as I ate the second half of my breakfast. Apparently the pirate ship had been deserted and pretty torn up: a Decommissioned Peregrine class taken out of mothballs without authorization and stolen. They had been docked with a ship of unknown race and affiliation, from which we had recovered one survivor, a humanoid female named 'Minya'. I ignored that tidbit and moved on to the info on the pirates.

From the computers of the "Traitor's Claw" we had managed to get a sense of the pirate's fleet strength. It was not good news.

They had stolen a dozen retired ships out of the reserve fleets: The Boltzmann, The Windlass, The Thunderstruck, and more. Each one was rechristened but I recognized the schematics easily enough. This involved high treason, fairly high up in the command structure, for these thefts to have gone un-noticed, and I was deeply shaken. It was a mystery I would never fully solve however, because as I finished breakfast and started on my ABC katas I began to notice alarms flashing in the newer logs...