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"Been a while since we saw you. What've you been up to?"
Choichan stretched and grinned, long canines glinting in the overhead lights of the ship's canteen. The young Drovonian female inclined her head, then brushed her tail tuft over Choichan's neck.
"Oh, I know that look! C'mon, Ch'chan, give…"
The ship had left Tsuchi twelve days ago. Twelve blissfully happy days…
The commander had been perfectly happy to assign them joint quarters. And arrange it so that they worked the same shifts, insofar as Yuuzen actually worked while onboard the ship. Anything for a peaceful life…
Yuuzen had resumed his guard duties, such as they were - but had also approached the ship's psychohealth officer to ask for an appointment to discuss a career with the space corps.
Sliiy had slowly blinked at the Tokajin, his deeply wrinkled and inexpressive face hiding the fact that he really didn't have the first idea what Yuuzen could possibly do. The warrior was quite beautiful, and, he understood, more or less adequate as a guard, but his training was sadly lacking, and as for his education…! Sliiy had eventually sent him off with a small pile of chips - some multiple choice exercises designed to determine the best career choice for the temperament of the being taking it, a rather larger stack of manuals detailing just about every possible post, trade or job available - and advised him to come back when he'd perused them all thoroughly. Which, he hoped, wouldn't be until after he'd retired…
And Yuuzen was working his way steadily through the material, his dedication a complete surprise to his lover. He was obviously serious about this.
Vreychan prodded Choichan, nodding towards the door.
"Oh, look…" She sighed. "Isn't he just…"
The lieutenant followed her gaze - and smirked. Yuuzen had just entered, and as usual on the rare occasions he made use of the canteen, all eyes were drawn to him. The warrior was out of uniform but plainly dressed today, loose dark green silk trousers tucked into black knee boots, and a loose golden silk top that left his arms bare to display the golden armbands and bangles he wore when off duty. Soft strands of hair had come loose from his plait, and he was frowning faintly, his attention focussed on the mini-comp in his hand. He looked, thought Choichan, simply adorable, and if the way Vreychan's tail was trembling was any indication, so did she.
Yuuzen absently pushed the loose hair behind his ear, then glanced up, his eyes meeting Choichan's. The warrior smiled, fondly, and loped to join his lover - much to Vreychan's wide-eyed, open-mouthed amazement.
Placing the mini-comp down on the dining table, Yuuzen draped his arms around Choichan's shoulders from behind and kissed the corner of the Drovonian's mouth before sliding into the seat next to him. The lieutenant stroked his face gently, very aware of the sudden awed, envious hush in the room.
"How's it going, lover?"
Ignoring Vreychan's startled squeak, Yuuzen rested an elbow on the table, cupped his cheek in his hand, and sighed his discouragement.
"Not well. So far it appears the only thing I might be remotely qualified for is the position of assistant florist on Ng'gn'ghrl…"
"You'd make a beautiful florist."
Yuuzen kissed him.
"Very likely. However, that doesn't help us very much, does it?"
Choichan nuzzled his lover's smooth throat.
"Perhaps we could look at the options together, when I get off duty?"
Yuuzen sighed, his eyes closing as the Drovonian nipped gently at his jaw.
"Mmm… Or a little later…"
Vreychan cleared her throat nervously.
"Uh, Yuuzen-sama? Can I get you anything? To eat? Something to drink, maybe?"
The Tokajin regarded her calmly - which made her even more nervous - and smiled faintly.
"I do not believe we have met?"
Choichan grinned.
"This is Vreychan, lover. A kitling of one of my dam's litter-mates." He didn't bother introducing Yuuzen - everyone knew who he was. And Choichan wouldn't have been Drovonian if he hadn't felt that little thrill of pride and happiness that Yuuzen was his lover…
The Tokajin inclined his head.
"A pleasure to meet you, Vreychan."
She blushed and grinned.
"Uh… you too… Yuuzen-sama…" She glanced at Choichan, pure envy in her eyes. "I didn't know you two were…"
The lieutenant wrapped a gently proprietary arm around Yuuzen's waist and frowned slightly: she blushed and lowered her eyes. Yuuzen was, after all, a very private person…
"What delights are available today?"
She blinked - then realised he was speaking of the choice of meals. Choichan chuckled and smiled at her.
"Could you get us a selection? And Yuuzen likes ghfnifl, if there is any."
While she was at the servery, Choichan - studiously ignoring the wistful, jealous, or just plain lecherous looks they were attracting - moved a little apart from his lover and took his hands.
"Is it going to be a problem? Finding a post, I mean."
Yuuzen lowered his eyes.
"It is… disheartening. To find I really am of so little use to anyone."
Choichan pulled him close, frowning.
"Never say that, lover. I don't know what I'd do without you. And you're beautiful, loving, a quick learner…"
Yuuzen gave a discouraged sigh.
"Then perhaps I should become a courtesan."
Choichan blinked, then scowled and growled under his breath.
"I don't want to share you."
Startled, Yuuzen pulled back a little, golden eyes wide.
"Choichan? Do you mean that?"
"Of course I do, lover."
Yuuzen bit his lip, frowning thoughtfully.
"Oh…"
"Will this do?"
Vreychan had arrived back with a platter heaped to overflowing. Choichan gazed at it for a moment, then nodded, smiling.
"Thanks. That's wonderful." He kissed the warrior's hand lightly then gestured to the food: Yuuzen obediently lifted a haunch of something unidentifiable but delicious-smelling and bit into in, eyes widening as the succulent juices filled his mouth.
"This is good. Thank you, Vreychan."
Grinning dopily, the young female stuttered something unintelligible and began her own meal, sneaking little glances at the Tokajin every now and again.
Half a ship-hour later Choichan sighed reluctantly and turned to Yuuzen.
"I'm sorry, lover. I'm due back on duty."
The warrior nodded.
"When do you finish?"
"Another six ship-hours."
Yuuzen nodded gravely.
"Very well. Hopefully I should have managed to trawl through a little more of this," he gestured gracefully to the mini-comp, "by the time you return."
Choichan nuzzled his neck under his ear, earning himself a tiny shiver.
"Then maybe we can spend a little time - relaxing?"
The Tokajin sighed happily.
"I would like that…"
The news travelled through the ship at more than the speed of light, it appeared - at any rate, Choichan found himself the subject of scrutiny and interrogation for the rest of his shift. How had they met? When? What was he like? Why hadn't they said anything? Who fucked who? Did he think it would last? What did he taste like? What was his favourite position? And why the fuck would he want to live with a scrawny little kit like Choichan?
This last was from a massive Prahaki, who was well known for his obsession with Tokajin in general and Yuuzen in particular. Choichan had eyed the big, hairy grey creature with some trepidation: Prahaki-jin weren't renowned for their sweet natures or tolerant attitudes. He smiled tentatively.
"I don't know, Prik-san. But whatever it is, I count myself exceedingly fortunate, indeed, blessed."
The Prahaki growled irritably, but the mild answer mollified him somewhat.
"Just make sure you never fuckin' upset him, clear?"
The Drovonian had nodded with alacrity and loped from the engineer's less than fragrant presence as quickly as he could.
And the questions - and complaints and objections and general whinges, and leers and even a few congratulatory cheers - continued until at last he was off-duty. He made his way swiftly to their quarters.
Yuuzen was still poring over the screen: he glanced over his shoulder as Choichan entered, smiling tiredly and rubbing a hand over his eyes. The lieutenant locked the door and knelt behind him, arms around his waist, nuzzling at the back of his shoulder.
"You look tired."
"I am." Yuuzen leaned back into the Drovonian's embrace, wincing slightly, one graceful hand pressing against the back of his hip. "Aching too. I have been sitting still for too long."
Choichan rose and kissed the side of his neck.
"I may have a cure for that. Come with me."
The water was a little hotter than normal, but the Drovonian wanted his lover as relaxed as possible. He stroked and kneaded a light, effervescing cleanser over the smooth blue skin, easing it over the strong body, lingering over chest and groin as Yuuzen quivered, eyes closed and head back - then worked his way down long legs, finally kneeling back on his heels on the soft padded floor of the shower cubicle to lift a slender foot into his hands. The Tokajin grabbed at the shower's shelving to keep his balance, staring down, eyes wide with startlement.
"What…?"
Choichan smiled up at him, eyes twinkling.
"Tell me if I tickle."
He trailed cleanser over the foot, firmly rubbing it into the skin, between long toes, watching his lover for any sign of discomfort, but Yuuzen had closed his eyes again, a thoughtful expression on his face, as though unable to decide whether he liked the sensations or not. Choichan grinned. He'd change all that…
Gently bathing the other foot, the Drovonian set it back down and rose to his knees, stretching up so that his face was level with Yuuzen's groin - then slid his hands between the labia and eased the stirring penises into view, kissing the broad, rough heads and licking between the shafts as the warrior gasped and leaned back against the warm, padded cubicle walls. Choichan took first one, then the other, into his mouth, licking slowly and luxuriously as he alternated, one hand cupping a smooth blue buttock, the other easing into Yuuzen, searching for that little protrusion… The Tokajin whimpered, one hand sliding down to grip his lover's wrist as the lieutenant teased the small gland, very carefully scratching with half-extended claws, then held both penises tightly against his face as he felt Yuuzen start to throb…
The Tokajin cried out as he came, pearly semen jetting against his lover's pale skin, splattering the golden fuzz over his scalp - then slumped back against the wall, his legs trembling. Choichan raised his face to the spray, quickly washing away Yuuzen's come, then pushed himself upright and pulled the swooning warrior into his arms. Yuuzen kissed him deeply, long rough tongue caressing his own, then pulling back to smile down with endless affection.
"Ahhhhhh… Thank you. That was…" He sighed happily, then circled his hips, brushing Choichan's erection. "And the ache has gone."
He reached a hand to the Drovonian's groin - but Choichan caught his wrist.
"That wasn't it."
"Wasn't what?"
"My cure."
"But…"
Choichan pressed a finger to soft blue lips, hushing his lover, then turned off the water, swathed the warrior in a vast thick towel and - grabbing a couple more - dragged him unresisting to the wide bed against the far wall of their quarters. He briskly rubbed most of the water from himself, smiling indulgently as Yuuzen took his time, and laid a large dry towel on top of the bed. Yuuzen paused in gently towelling the worst of the water from his hair and inclined his head curiously.
"What are you doing?"
"You'll see. When you're ready, come and lie down. On your front."
Puzzled but willing, Yuuzen gave his hair a final rub and, dropping the towels on the floor, slid onto the bed, settling himself comfortably on his stomach, head resting on his crossed arms. Choichan brushed the heavy swathe of damp emerald hair away from his back and neck, then kissed between his shoulder blades.
"You have to have your arms at your sides."
Yuuzen obediently repositioned himself, gasping as Choichan straddled his hips and sat back, weight resting comfortably on his buttocks, a small bottle in his hand. As he pulled the stopper a soft musky fragrance drifted from the vial. Yuuzen sniffed appreciatively.
"That smells wonderful!"
"Feels good too. Relax…"
He poured a little of the smooth, slightly oily liquid onto the top of the Tokajin's spine, quickly lowering the bottle and bringing both hands up to stroke the liquid over the broad shoulders, fingers kneading into the muscle, massaging firmly as Yuuzen groaned blissfully. Outlining the edge of the shoulderblades, Choichan worked the lotion slowly down his lover's ribs and spine, paying lavish attention to the elegant curve of his lower back, shifting down to leisurely stroke shapely buttocks, lingering, grinning as Yuuzen shivered and writhed below him, arching up in pleasure. The Drovonian slid a hand between the warrior's legs, stroking and teasing twitching flesh, then trailed his claws gently over the sensitive skin where buttock became thigh, kissing the base of Yuuzen's spine as the warrior gasped and whimpered.
"….ohhhh …. gods…."
Sheathing his claws again, Choichan worked down one strong thigh, thumbs pressing firmly into strong muscle, moving down to the calf, pressing a kiss to the back of the knee then moving back up to work down the other leg. He sat back on his heels.
"Want to turn over, lover?"
Yuuzen managed it, somehow: Choichan smirked. The Tokajin's mamillae were positively writhing, muted light gleaming on trickles of leaking syrup, and the twin penises were engorged and half-exposed. He lifted a foot into his lap, pressing it to his erection as he reached for the bottle: Yuuzen's toes rippled over the rigid shaft, earning him a bitten off whimper. Forcing himself to concentrate, Choichan smoothed the liquid firmly but gently over the top of the slim foot, feeling the bones below the smooth skin and easing between long toes to the pads underneath...
Yuuzen cried out, hands clenched bloodless on the towel, his entire body shaking. Choichan paused for a moment, blinking, then grinned. And raised the foot to his mouth, nipping at the delicate skin under the toes, running his tongue over the pads…
And Yuuzen screamed, clutched both hands to his groin and came, hard, pearl-filled semen spilling through his fingers, mamillae swollen and pulsing, body rigid and shaking - then passed out.
Choichan pressed a kiss to the instep of the foot he held and lowered it to the bed, crawling up between his lover's thighs and reaching out to stroke the flushed face. Yuuzen was panting, lips parted, still quivering, and it was several minutes before he regained consciousness. Choichan smiled down at him.
"Nice, ne?"
"Nice?" the Tokajin managed to gasp. "Aijin, you have a gift for understatement…"
The Drovonian kissed his stomach.
"And I haven't done the other foot yet. Or the front of you."
Yuuzen shivered.
"I don't… I don't think I could bear it. Not right now, at any rate…" His gaze slid down to his lover's groin, taking in the flushed, weeping erection, the swollen, pendulous balls: he smiled. "Besides, that would not be fair."
Wiping his hands and genitals with a corner of the towel, he spread his thighs wide, then reached for Choichan, pulling the smaller alien to him and wrapping his legs around lean hips as the Drovonian, with a heartfelt sigh, sank into the warm, wet orifice.
It didn't take him long to come, and Yuuzen climaxed again - quietly, gently, inside - with him. As they held each other, Choichan still inside his lover, Yuuzen sighed and nuzzled his ear.
"Where did you learn to do that?"
The Drovonian nipped at his jaw.
"An old… friend taught me."
"Do you like it too?"
"Oh yes."
"Then I must repay the favour."
Choichan kissed him sleepily and snuggled closer.
"I'd like that. But not tonight."
Yuuzen chuckled.
"Perhaps we should get into the bed?"
"Hm? Oh, yes…"
Minutes later they were snuggled together under the soft heavy quilt that Choichan had brought with him from home, the Drovonian soundly, contentedly asleep, head resting on his lover's shoulder. Yuuzen was wakeful a little longer, frowning into the dark.
He knew Choichan was happy with his post. Happy in the space corps. And the corps was relaxed on the subject of fraternisation between crewmembers, most commanders working on the assumption that a happy and satisfied crew was an efficient crew. But Yuuzen wasn't actually a crew member: he was onboard as guard to the trading mission. The mission had three more worlds to visit, then they'd return home.
Well, back to the Grososp homeworld anyway. He sighed quietly. He'd contracted to serve the Grososp trade council because he'd wanted to travel and that was by far the easiest way to do so. He'd assumed - as any Tokajin would - that once his contract expired he'd return home, produce young, then retire into a happy obscurity, living out what remained of his life in the simple pleasures of his homeworld. He'd certainly never expected to find himself in this situation!
The Grososp would allow him to break out of his contract, he was fairly sure. But he'd need to find some sort of work that would allow him to remain with Choichan - or he'd have to return to Tokage. He didn't think Choichan would like it there. And he didn't want his lover to have to even consider giving up a career he enjoyed.
The thought of being without the little feline was very very painful.
He nuzzled the Drovonian, who sighed and nestled a little closer, rubbing his erection rhythmically against his lover's hip. Yuuzen smiled, kissed him, then slid under the quilt and took the hot slender organ into his mouth, wrapping a long tongue around it and suckling gently. In his sleep Choichan gasped, buried his hands in silky emerald hair and jetted into his lover's throat, whimpering something Yuuzen didn't understand as he came. Swallowing slowly, licking the slackening penis as it slipped from his mouth and kissing his way back up the smooth pale body, licking and tugging gently at each of those fascinating nipple rings, the Tokajin cuddled the smaller alien against him once more, feeling a deep contentment as Choichan snuggled closely, purring, and slid an arm across his chest, hand coming to rest against a nipple cluster, tail laid across Yuuzen's groin.
Suddenly grimly determined that nothing would part them, Yuuzen kissed his lover's forehead and settled himself for sleep. He'd carry on searching for a solution in the morning.
[For 'manda, who really knows how to give a massage…]
© 2002 October 20th Joules Taylor
Mire
I wondered (on ICQ) what the hell Yuuzen could actually do. Amanda came back with "Florist!!"…
After I'd picked myself off the floor and stopped choking, I simply had to use it….
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