In a search for the treasure

13 years ago

Arrow sat in the “Blooming Purp” tavern opposite his chosen one. The young arcturian enjoyed his meal, seemingly uninterested in the conversation. “Jeff, I’m leaving for the other end of the galaxy tomorrow. We won’t see each other for four months, possibly more,” the officer tried to convey. “Don’t worry, darling, it’s not a problem!” the guy replied. “Of course, it’s a problem. I worry about you, and I’ll spend the whole flight thinking about you, about how you’ll be here alone.” “Everything will be fine, go and don’t think about it,” the overly optimistic arcturian said. Eighteen weeks later, back at the spaceport, Arrow learned from mutual acquaintances that Jeff had been living with someone else for a while. “Well, what did you expect? You were gone for too long,” they shrugged. It was the first time the cragorian found himself truly betrayed.

Present day

Several months passed almost unnoticed for Mr. Arrow. Now, with Amelia on maternity leave, he had to set sail freely. The former officer took jobs on various trade and transport ships. Civilian vessels didn’t appeal to him much, given the circumstances. After all, no crew could replace his combat comrades, and no captain could replace Amelia. Besides, Arrow missed military discipline. So, when a messenger brought him a letter with a job offer from the fleet, he gladly accepted. The letter didn’t mention the purpose or duration of the mission. Due to the secrecy of the mission, the first mate had to assemble the crew himself. The ship had to sail under a civilian flag to avoid unnecessary attention. The purpose of the journey was to be disclosed to the crew only after leaving the port. For the second week, Arrow visited employment agencies in search of reliable candidates. The ship was already found, and the crew was nearly complete. the XO finished preparations for departure. He stood at the registration desk of the “Departure” agency, conversing with a clerk when a familiar voice to his left spoke with an employee at another window. “What can I do? Think for yoursself what riggerss do, blockhead! I’m looking for a job for any lasting,” Scroop said. “Scroop! Didn’t expect to see you here,” the officer approached the mantavore, greeting him with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Conflicting feelings surged within him. There was so much he wanted to say, so much to uncover. Months of attempting to banish the unbearable alien from his mind had gone to waste. “Mr. Arrow… the feeling isss mutual.” “Let’s find a table, we have things to discuss,” the first mate took Scroop by the sleeve and led him to a distant corner. Scroop wore a black hooded cloak that failed to conceal the lower half of his body. “Don’t interrogate me, Arrow. I have nothing to tell you,” Scroop retrieved a bundle of documents from his pocket and adjusted his attire. “If you’re hiding from someone, you’re doing it in vain. The police aren’t looking for you. But you probably know that, coming to this agency,” Arrow said. “What are you talking about? I live an honest life,” Scroop suspiciously smirked, handing his documents to the officer. “'Senior rigger, highest category, '” Arrow read. An unexpected thought crossed his mind, and without fully considering it, the captain made an offer: “I’m currently assembling a crew. I need someone with your experience.” He genuinely valued not only Scroop’s professional skills but also his combat abilities. Perhaps, just perhaps, he wanted to keep the secretive alien close. “Do you trusst me that much?” Scroop smirked. “I need my person on the team, someone I know well. Someone to keep an eye on the crew, understand?” “Haha, I doubt Amelia would approve. But you learn from mistakesss, good for you.” “Amelia won’t be on the ship,” the cragorian said regretfully. “The Empire has nothing on you legally. Use this chance,” he continued. The XO closely monitored Scroop’s actions, but the investigation couldn’t provide evidence of his guilt. From a legal perspective, there was never a mantavore like Scroop, with unknown origins and no biography. Witnesses from past events couldn’t definitively confirm or deny his guilt. Now, the crab somehow managed to obtain documents that seemed genuine. The pirate could start a new life. Scroop smirked, “And what do I get if I agree?” “Twenty doubloons for regular pay and another twenty for undercover work,” Arrow said. Scroop pondered, “Sso, forty gold coinsss?” The cragorian leaned closer, “And an amazing sex.” “Amazing?” Scroop smiled. “Don’t joke, Arrow. You never let me show you what amazing sex isss.” “Maybe you’ll have a chance to prove yourself tonight.” “Where do you live?”

***

The two lovers burst into Arrow’s room on Montressor. All the way from the spaceport, Scroop kept his cool, trying hard not to show how much he missed the officer. This sudden attachment frightened him. The intimidating mantavore couldn’t afford to open up to another being. Trust in his coordinate system meant weakness. The decision to reconnect with the cragorian was starting to feel like a mistake. They hastily undressed each other. Arrow seemed in a hurry, as if afraid Scroop would change his mind any moment. Indeed, Scroop oscillated between eagerness and doubtfulness. “Do you want to share anything?” Arrow asked. “No, I want not to talk but to sleep with you. Did you really mean it at the agency? What you will allow me.” Scroop asked seriously. “Yes! There’s nothing shameful in it, Scroop!” Arrow took his face in his hands and looked into his eyes. “Being on the bottom is natural for men. Otherwise, nature wouldn’t have designed such a possibility.” “You trust me,” Scroop observed. “Don’t make me regret it.” “Don’t worry, you won’t.” Scroop hugged him as best as he could with his claws. “Stop talking, go get your ass ready… dear.” — The mantavore smiled at his little revenge. They caressed each other slowly and unhurriedly. Scroop, who had gained permission and the cragorian, who entrusted himself to him. The pirate used his tongue to stimulate Arrow’s erogenous zones. Mantavore claws were primarily used to hold “prey” but could also nip or stroke a partner — an aspect of mating games. Arrow, in turn, explored the lover’s body. He hadn’t had many opportunities before. Now the cragorian aimed to make up for a lost time. He searched for sensitive spots and, through trial and error, found that the thinner the “skin” at the touch point, the more vibrant Scroop’s reaction. Arrow teased him without touching his most coveted spot, instead stroking above and below the genital area. After a while, Scroop became impatient, and Arrow wanted to engage just as much. “Come on, insert it already!” urged the cragorian. “Are you that eager? It’s been a while since you had a real man,” Scroop smirked. “He used to be so proud, and now he’s asking for my member. What an irony,” he chuckled to himself. The mantavore entered the body mockingly slow. Initially, only the narrow tip, gradually progressing to the middle. He held back for now, although it was challenging. Scroop banged his partner slowly and deliberately, allowing him to feel each movement. He gradually increased the amplitude and utilized the flexibility of his organ to diversify sensations. Arrow sprawled beneath him, gripping the sheets, reveling in every movement of the mantavore. They gradually sped up, this time not holding back their moans. Scroop was on the edge and, soon, after a few sweet moments, climaxed. He lay down on the bed next to the cragorian, catching his breath. Arrow gently stroked his head. “I’ll be back. I need…” he shyly said, getting up from the bed. Scroop caught his hand. “Where do you need to go? What about me?” “Are you sure?” Arrow asked again. “I won’t offer a second time.” Arrow settled behind his lover and made use of him.