The Procurers

The Procurers - Part 4

By Pfantazm

1.4 - THE ZYMOBIUS FILE

Evan sat crosslegged on the duracrete floor with his mail agent sitting in his lap. He studied the face on the screen in the v-mail. Scott_Quinn had the classical look: his hair had only melanin pigmentation, a simple unassuming brown, similarly coloured eyes, and no visible modifications to his body otherwise. In his message, he neither smiled nor frowned, but simply delivered the data he wanted to give. His vocal mannerisms were proper. Even distinguished.

He played the v-mail again. "...fallen out of their favour. I didn't delve into the matter further." No one talked like this these days. Even the suits talked trash to each other. From what Evan knew, he was using the words correctly, and seemed to be perfectly comfortable with them.

If he studied with Doctor Zymobius, who was some kind historian of Earth, he was probably something of an antiquarian, but not everyone in the field extended it to their vocabulary. It seemed to Evan that Scott loved knowledge.

In Evan's world there were two kinds of currency: creds and bits. Credits were easy, and universal. You had them or you didn't, and anyone would take them. Bits, data, that was something else. There were people who made their fortunes sifting out the difference between raw information and knowledge. The trouble was, for specialized subjects, it was next to impossible to know which you had, and how much it was worth, unless you made yourself an expert, and Evan didn't have that kind of time.

Evan replayed the one v-mail he had from Scott, trying to guess whether this person would think he had knowledge to sell.

The cockpit of Daybreaker was perfectly quiet. Meicross was doing whatever it was that pilots did to get them to the Halvaga system. Unless something critical happened to the ship, he would not and could not be disturbed. For all practical purposes, Scott was alone.

The business on Therion had been quite profitable. Wolf Shipping had paid on time, and the reward was legitimate. They were happily flush with cash, and hopefully on their way to more of the same.

That left the question of what might be waiting on Halvaga III. Scott had done preliminary research on the planet. It was a slummy sort of planet, the sort you expected no one would bother to give a proper name to. In the technical sense it was a home world, but it seemed to be more of a dumping ground for people the other home worlds didn't want. In getting their clearance to dock planetside, Scott felt vaguely discouraged from touching down if he were dropping off, rather than picking up.

He still hadn't heard word back from Evan regarding spaceports or copies for the Doctor's archives. Whatever he said, Scott planned to keep the original file.

The hotel on Panopia was being quite reticent about details of their job, so Scott found himself with nothing much to do. Scott's internal scheduler reminded him that Ganymede's system needed a diagnostic, and that the scenario file he'd been playing earlier had been aborted and never finished.

"Minder, what was the scenario file called?"

"Up in the Air 1".

"Ganymede, run 'Up in the Air 1', please."

Loaded and waiting.

He'd run a more thorough check later, but right now, he had something to take care of.

< < - - > >

He was Wyatt_Cassidy, semipro aeroball centre.

He ran his hands through his short black hair and went over his game that day. His team had won, no thanks to him, and he was mad as hell. If he had too many more games like this one, he'd never get picked up for the pros.

As he silently berated himself, the sound of one of the locker doors moving filtered through the white noise of the shower running. Wyatt stood still and kept listening. This time he was sure he heard a locker door popping open.

He moved quickly away from the bank of showers, dripping and nude. All his teammates were already out at the hotel, he was sure. The intruder might be relying on hearing the shower stop to tell him how long he had before he had to leave. And if Wyatt was away from the shower too long, it would shut itself off automatically.

The part of him that was still Scott remembered that the intruder was at "Wyatt's" locker, in the farthest row from the showers. Wyatt strode swiftly, but silently, toward the lockers. Though he was sure the scenario file was trying to suppress his memories of the last time he'd been here, and thoughts of a blond-haired young man with cloudy eyes drifted up from his subconscious. He turned the corner with confidence ready the surprise the interloper.

He slammed his open locker door and revealed - a deeply tanned man, taller even than Wyatt, with dark green hair in dreadlocks. The words of protest that Scott had ready for Wyatt to speak died in his throat. The program had adapted, giving him a new situation. Another discrepancy was that the blond had not been masturbating, his shorts around his ankles when Wyatt had caught him.

"Shit," the new man yelped. He had turned to see who had closed the door, but never stopped pumping. The man's hand flew up and down his thick, beautiful member and it chose this moment to fire, shooting long threads of fluid out into the air. Wyatt stood no more than a pace away, and the streams of cum arced down and splattered against his abdomen and crotch.

The athlete was stunned speechless. He stared down at himself, as the spunk ran down the length of his own cock. As the dreadlocked man caught his breath, Wyatt found his voice. "What in hell are you doing?!"

"Oh, man," the intruder said, a lazy smile gracing his dark face. "I can't believe it's you! I mean, I knew someone was here, and I'd have to be quick, but when you came around the corner, shit, man."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm Jade. I'm a guard on the Raptors? 'Cept I didn't play tonight." He offered his hand for Wyatt to shake. "You are one of the hottest guys in the League today. You're gonna be hot shit someday."

Wyatt shook his hand. "So you're here to...?"

"To kinda work out my frustrations at not playing, check? I haven't really been in the rotation for the last few games and I'm thinking I may be on the way out. I ain't got the shit you got. I think, well, Jade, you won't be able to get in here so easy in a few months so take your shot now while they'll still let you near the locker rooms, check?"

"How did you get back here?"

"Security don't know one team from the other, man. They just scan the badge. I tell 'em while they're doing it that I can't find my way to the locker room and they figure, oh, so he's here for the away game, so he's a Falcon and it's that way." Jade pointed with both hands and laughed. "So you're not like pissed at me, are you?"

He was a goofball. But a cute goofball. "No, I guess not. As long as you didn't steal anything."

"Oh, shit, no, man! You saw what I wanted to do, hehh. I even got it on ya. Man, I came on Wyatt_Cassidy! Here, let me--" Jade, whose shorts were still around his ankles, tipped forward and fell against Wyatt.

"Careful, there," the centre said. "I gotcha."

"Oh, fuck," Jade gasped. He kicked one foot out of his shorts and stood up straight, still against Wyatt's thick frame. "You know, that's not the only thing I'd wanna do while I'm here." Jade's soft-featured face filled Wyatt's field of vision. His long, lean body filled his arms, and the material of his windbreaker was cool against his wet skin. Wyatt read the desire in Jade's eyes.

Jade leaned down and kissed Wyatt intensely, invaded his mouth with his tongue. The two athletes gripped each other tightly as they kissed. Their tongues wrestled with each other, fighting for masculine supremacy while their erect cocks danced with each other between their bodies.

Wyatt undid the fasteners on Jade's jacket by feel and pulled it down over his shoulders. Jade let go of his idol to wrestle out of the sleeves. When he was free, he pitched the jacket carelessly onto the floor behind him and renewed their embrace.

Jade was taller than Wyatt, and his legs even longer proportionally. Soon the centre's cock had fallen through to rub between Jade's balls and ass. The dreadlocked man groaned and put one foot up on the bench between the lockers. Wyatt's hot, cum-covered cock slid upwards, past Jade's ass.

"Ooooohh, man, would you fuck me, please, Wyatt? I'd love to have you in me." Jade flexed his buns as Wyatt's cock went by, trying to catch it and hold it.

Wyatt reached over to his locker door and opened it. His true identity returned briefly, fully expecting to find a handy container of lube as part of the program. What he didn't expect was to see a small image printout of an old Earth structure stuck to the shelf inside. Scott was so surprised to see something that detailed in a porn .scen. Jade had to draw him back into character.

The guard came up behind him and stroked his body. "Wyatt?"

"Yeah. Sorry, Jade. Zoned out for a second there." He grabbed the lube and turned around in Jade's arms. He leered up at him. "How do you want it?"

Jade purred, "Mmm, however you want to give it to me, man."

"Against the wall."

The Raptor stepped over the bench and stood braced against the bank of lockers, arms and legs wide.

Wyatt poured a measure of the lube into his palm and slathered it over his hardness as he took up position behind Jade. He came to rest against Jade's back, pressing his hot member into the crevice of his ass. Wyatt's hands massaged Jade's sides and front, teasing his nipples and giving him little goose bumps all over. He rested his head on Jade's shoulder, licking tenderly at his neck. Jade was breathing heavily and rocking in tandem to Wyatt's thrusts, further smearing the lube across his ass.

A strong, thick finger breached Jade's entrance, and found him open and receptive. He coated Jade's chute thinly with lube.

"I'm about to be fucked by Wyatt_Cassidy," Jade muttered. "I am so ready. Just let me have it...."

The Falcon braced himself against Jade's body and lined his long, wet cock with his target. He touched the tip of it to his hole, and felt the muscle guarding it spasm open even more. Jade was really ready for this.

Wyatt slipped easily into Jade's ass over the next minute or two. There was very little resistance, an indication of how badly the Raptor wanted it, but Wyatt still held back to make sure he wouldn't injure him. When he was into the other man up to the hilt, he noticed a tear trickling down his cheek.

"Are you okay?" Wyatt asked. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, I'm just fine," Jade said. "You feel so good, check?, and I can't believe I'm doing this."

Wyatt stroked Jade's body up and down to help him calm down. What he did with his ass could be accomplished through practice or sheer will, but it was clear that Jade was anything but relaxed.

The centre pressed his body against that of the man under him, touching him across his back, letting the firm muscles of his chest and stomach caress Jade's strong back. Wyatt wrapped Jade in his arms, using the sensuous touch of his hands to put his former opponent at ease.

As Jade stood braced against the wall, his idol's fingers brushed by his erect nipples, down his sides, over his hips and back up again. Wyatt planted soft kisses on the green-haired athlete's neck and shoulders. The tension slowly melted away from Jade's long frame. Wyatt could even feel him relax in the way Jade's ass muscles had their grip on his cock, deep within his body.

"That's it," Wyatt purred. "You'll enjoy this a lot more if you just relax. If you like my moves in the aeroball court, you'll love my moves in here." As he finished talking, Wyatt shifted his hips a little.

Jade let out a moan that turned into a throaty laugh. "Oooooohoho, yeah, man, that's what I want. Take my ass, Wyatt."

Wyatt lifted himself off Jade's back and gripped his shoulders firmly. He slid his thick cock out of the guard's warm hole and rammed it home again.

"Mmmm. That's it, yeah. Hit me again, man...."

Jade's banter kept up all through their fucking. As Wyatt worked his magic inside the taller's man's body, he replied with a steady and inventive string of encouragement, praise, awe, and appeals to several subdeities for endurance.

Both men were well-trained in the sport of love, and their coupling went on for the better part of an hour. They were starting to tire. The sweat of exertion dripped from their sleek, toned bodies. Wyatt's lips and tongue lapped at the hot, dark skin on Jade's shoulder as his strong manhood churned his ass.

It occurred to Wyatt that his partner's rambling, gasping monologue was getting a bit loud at the same moment that a security patroller pushed through the door to the locker room.

He started an automatic speech with, "Here, what...," but stalled when he saw what. Jade hadn't bothered to turn and look at the new arrival; he just kept running his mouth. Wyatt just stared at him, not moving, except for his pelvis, which was still instinctively crashing into Jade's tight ass.

The patroller was shorter than either of them, with the deep brown coloration of an Earth-African heritage. He was stocky, but with a solid build under his flexarmor. Wyatt could see that his hair was a very pale blue. The security guy had taken off his helmet and was now struggling out of his pants. "You guys shoulda locked the door."

Now Jade looked over to see who spoke. The patroller was shuffling over, the waistband of his pants and his brief underwear around his thighs, and a beautiful, hardening cock poking out from under his shirttail. He approached to within a couple of feet of the athletes. "It's been a couple days. This'll be really good." The interloper's rose-coloured eyes shone as he applied his fist to his dark meat, his hood flowing back and forth over the pale crown.

Jade moaned and started his sex talk again. "Oh, man, oh, shit, this is so hot! Fuck me good, Wyatt, 'cause I am too close...."

Wyatt gripped Jade in a bear hug, and picked him up so that he wasn't braced against the wall anymore. Jade gave a startled yelp. The centre kept right on pounding into Jade as he held him up. The dreadlocked man's hands were now free, so he jerked himself with a vengeance.

The black-haired centre felt the patroller's eyes watching him, seeing his powerful ass and legs thrusting upwards. "Shit," he heard him mutter, "my lucky day...." The patroller stared as Wyatt hefted Jade's body, jerking him onto his own cock as much as he was fucking him.

Jade had gone silent when Wyatt picked him up, but now he started babbling again. "I'm gonna shoot, I'm gonna shoot...!" Streaks of white-hot cum sprayed across his tan skin. His head rolled back over Wyatt's shoulder as ecstasy overtook him. His long cock shot half a dozen times before finally subsiding.

The feeling of Jade's insides pulsing in orgasm and the sensation of knowing the security man's eyes were all over him drove Wyatt to release. He brought Jade down one final time onto his cock before it gushed his seed into him. He sagged a bit under the weight of him as orgasm washed over his body.

Wyatt felt wetness on his hip. Their Earth-African voyeur had caught up to them, and was spraying his load onto their bodies. He smiled back at him, and set Jade back down on his feet.

Wyatt felt he was done, so he closed his eyes.

• • < - -

Scott removed the jack from his head and let himself adjust to being him again. It was usually best to give oneself a moment or two to reassert one's true identity after a VR session. When he opened his eyes, he could make out some of the familiar details of the aftmost chamber of Daybreaker. While in transit, the large porthole which usually provided this room with a view of space was covered, so only the light from the corridors behind him let him pick out the odd detail among the shadows around him.

Minder had done what it always did when Scott cybered in here: it collected his semen for disposal. He thought of it as playing catch with the little sphere. It was a good thing Minder played well, or some piece of equipment stored here might be damaged by floating cum.

"Minder, has Evan given us a spaceport to land at yet?"

No.

"In that case, please extrapolate from his messages which major port he's most likely to be near and have Meicross dock there. We'll arrange to meet after we touch down."

Processing.