In a search for the treasure

From the very beginning, this damned crab gave Mr. Arrow nothing but problems. No, he was an excellent spacer — there’s nothing to say. But something in the look of the mantavor haunted the XO. Scroop was constantly, as if by chance, on top of the mast at the moment when the captain and the first officer needed to discuss the details of the trip. Always, of course, in business. Now he spreads the sails, then he checks the rigging. But Mr. Arrow still felt uncomfortable being in the alien’s line of sight. The day Scroop allowed himself to threaten Jim, Arrow knew he needed to be watched more closely. Worst of all, no one on the team tried to stand up for the cabin boy, except for Silver, who was basically responsible for Jim’s safety. Mr. Arrow was already beginning to regret agreeing to this dubious business. He could, along with the captain, persuade the doctor to find another team. “Where did he even find these bandits? Bandits are one thing, they are somewhat understandable, but here is Scroop. Scroop is a completely different creature,” thought Arrow. Mantavor was really different from all the crew members. From him, as from many on this ship in general, there was a sense of danger, but the way Scroop carried himself, how cunningly he wove his intrigues made Arrow wary, because one could expect anything from him. And the first mate would be lying to himself if he said that he did not notice the dark attractiveness of the alien. Scroop watched Arrow discreetly. It was the most dangerous member of the crew. He had not only rough muscles, but also a sharp mind, and most importantly, crazy devotion to the captain. And, of course, spying on senior officers, the mantavor did not forget to appreciate the figure of Arrow. Broad shoulders, powerful hips… So you can completely get distracted and miss something important. Sometimes Scroop caught the eye of the first mate. This only made it more interesting. Every day their little game pleased Scroop more and every day he got more and more addicted. Everything changed when the officer caught him in an extremely unpleasant position. He came down on deck just in time to see Silver breaking Scroop’s claw. After this, it is quite difficult to restore a reputation. But Scroop was not even going to kill the boy, only to scare him a little so that he would not eavesdrop. In any case, he had to submit to the authority of both: Arrow and Silver. This was unacceptable to Scroop’s proud nature, so he decided to take revenge. “Both offenders will still get theirs,” he thought. The only thing was that they could not be overcome by physical force. Silver is a ridiculously powerful cyborg with an auto-aiming system in his eye. Arrow is also physically stronger than the mantavor. With one hand, he could break Scroop’s neck and not even notice. However, Scroop had one idea about the cragorian. From his conversation with the captain it was difficult to learn something useful for the pirates — the officers were too safe and thought over every word in an open space, but Scroop could indirectly understand one thing from their dialogue. He learned that Arrow prefers men. The imperial navy did not discriminate on the principle of orientation. And what the hell is the difference, what gender is the partner, if interspecies relations have long become the norm? However, this fact should be used somehow. Scroop decided to act. Arrow spent the whole day after the incident in suspense. In addition to his main duties, he also served as the overseer of a problematic crustacean. In the evening, after lights out, when everyone had gone to their cabins. Arrow circled the ship for the last time before going to sleep. On deck, he noticed Scroop, as if nothing had happened, eating a purp. He was in no hurry and seemed to be waiting for someone. This could not be ignored, and Arrow lingered at the far end of the deck, counting on stealth. For several minutes he waited for something. But no one went to the “secret meeting” and the first mate decided to find out what was happening directly from the rigger. Scroop stood propping up the mast in the most visible place, specially attracting attention. He succeeded very soon. Arrow had been pretending for several minutes to check the helm and the instruments at the captain’s bridge. Scroop continued to stand, testing his patience. Finally, obviously tired of pretending, the first mate moved towards the mantavor. “Why don’t you go to your cabin, Mr. Scroop?” “Mr. Arrow,” the pirate mimicked his intonation. “I can only ask you the ssame thing. Oh, I must have taken the place of your meeting with your boyfriend?” Scroop hissed in mock helpfulness. Arrow’s eyes narrowed in the beginning anger that had been building up for so long at the sight of the crab’s cheeky, grinning face. His entire face, however, remained impenetrable. The first mate did not allow himself to give vent to emotions. Unworthy of an officer of the empire, albeit a former one. “Don’t be embarrassed, Mr. Arrow. We all sometimesss need to de-stress during a long campaign. You understand?” The transition to an informal style of speech further increased the annoyance of the first officer. “I understand that you are asking for a brig, Mr. Scroop.” “We can go there, at least no one will bother usss, but rather go to the dining room, I’ll show you how real men fuck. Not like your port boyss,” the mantavor continued to tick him off. “Well, if that’s what he asks for, I’ll give him what he wants”, Arrow thought with his rare grim grin. “In the dining room?” Arrow asked. “There, apparently, his bandit cronies will be waiting for me,” he thought. “Hell, no. I will drag him to the farthest corner, where no one will come to his aid.” “I have a better idea.” With these words, Arrow grabbed the mantavor by the claw and dragged him into the hold. Surprisingly, the crab did not resist. What then did he plan?

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“It worked,” Scroop triumphed. He did not care where to put his plan into action, but for this he had to first free himself from the hand that was squeezing the claw and seize the initiative, and there were problems with this. Finally, in the hold, the stone grip loosened and Scroop got the opportunity to maneuver a little among the barrels and boxes. “Finally I have him in my claws! I’ll fuck him, I’ll take him!” Mantavor, as best he could with his pincers, removed the uniform from Arrow. When the tunic and the undershirt flew to the floor, Scroop stared for a moment at the powerful chest of the first mate. His entire body was covered in mineral armor. Beneath it was a well-developed musculature. The cragorian yanked the bandage from the mantavor’s waist and spun him against the wall, twisting the injured claw behind his back. “No, i can’t give up the initiative”, Scroop thought in a panic. He twisted in a grapple, hooked his claws behind Arrow’s back, then wrapped his two sharp legs around the exec’s leg. Surprisingly, it was enough to knock him to the floor. Arrow has not yet tried to throw off the alien from himself, watching the development of events. “Do you ssstill want a real man?” the mantavor hissed. Still clinging to Arrow with all his legs, Scroop pulled off the trousers of the stone alien. If he were not in stone armor, there would be deep cuts. After that, Scroop again grappled with pincers behind the back of the “victim”. “Gotcha,” he thought. On the outside, the cragorians are covered in stone, but on the inside, they are smooth and delicate, like many species in the universe. “Now,” thought Scroop, “he’ll figure out who he’s messing with.” Arrow arched his back, trying to shake off the claw grip, but he lacked flexibility. Using all his limbs, the mantavor parted the captain’s mate’s legs, intending to take him, to teach him a lesson. His own dick was already free of the protective plate covering the front of his abdomen. The chitinous shell parted to the sides and a long conical organ, pink and wet, crawled out, capable of bending in different directions at the request of its owner. A sudden force turned them both over. Arrow easily pinned the crab to the floor and freed himself from its claws. At least a twofold advantage in weight made itself felt. One more trick and the mantavor was turned face down to the floor and its pincers, sprawled across the floor, became useless. Realization caught up with Scroop too late. He was not going to humiliate himself and beg for mercy. “The stone blockhead will not get such pleasure.” Arrow leaned toward the fallen mantavor with a triumphant grin and said, “I know your anatomy. Mantavors also use assholes for sex.” With these words, Arrow stroked the back side of the crustacean’s abdomen, right behind the legs. There, the same chitinous plates as in front, reflexively drifted apart from stimulation, revealing a delicate hole. Scroop tried to free himself once more, but the iron grip of the cragorian kept him from moving. “What’s happened? No need to be embarrassed. Did you want this?” Arrow gave him a chance to save himself. “Yesss.” Scroop hissed through his teeth. Pride did not allow him to admit defeat. It remains to pretend that it was intended. Arrow settled behind the alien. His cock was already fully aroused and demanded attention. Stretching the alien with stone fingers was even more dangerous than entering an unprepared body. Therefore, the first mate carefully inserted his organ, trying not to damage the soft inside. The cragorian felt tension and slight resistance from his partner, but mantavor continued to clench his teeth stubbornly and was silent. Arrow’s cock was hard and stiff, though not stony like the rest of his body. The first mate set a slow and measured pace for the start. Scroop below him no longer resisted the intrusion. Only his legs scraped the wooden floor from time to time. In fact, he loved the sensation of passive sex. This time, without lubrication and any preparation, it was not pleasant, but since he was in such a situation, Scroop intended to at least try to enjoy it. His cock was pressed to the floor and rubbed against it slightly, which was not particularly pleasant. The cragorian gradually picked up the pace. He also tried not to utter a sound. It was impossible for anyone to accidentally hear them. Scroop’s erection demanded touch. Arrow got all the pleasure of sex and did not plan to help his partner. In just a couple of minutes, he came, barely holding back a groan. Recovering his breath, he left motionless body and stood up. Mantavor, on trembling legs, rose from the floor. His tense cock demanded attention. In this state, Scroop would have reached the cabin, at best, by morning — in this form, one would not show himself in front of a pirate gang. He could not cope with the erection himself — the claws did not allow him to caress himself. They are only good for teasing! But he was not going to humiliate himself and ask the enemy for help. It’s better to spend the night in the hold. Arrow was already dressing when he noticed that Scroop was looking at him. The XO understood his problem and wondered if it was worth helping him or was it better to let him suffer further? In the end, he decided to take pity on the crab — after all, he had no luck with the claws. Arrow found a fairly smooth, soft cloth and placed it in his palm. Not perfect, of course, but better than rough stone fingers. He approached the mantavor. They looked at each other silently. Also silently, Scroop allowed him to approach, trying not to show that he was pleased. The first gentle touch made him twitch, the fabric still being a bit too rough. But the desire to achieve orgasm exceeded the discomfort. Scroop held on to Arrow’s shoulders and hissed softly. Luckily, it didn’t take much effort, and in just half a minute, Scroop was arching his back in orgasm, hissing through his teeth and turning away from Arrow. They spent the rest of the gathering in complete silence. Arrow dressed himself and came out first, followed a little later by Scroop.