Date: Sun, 05 Aug 2001 19:21:52
From: Guy Trache <pfantazm@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Procurers, Part 4

The Procurers - Part 4

By Pfantazm

~~~

Author's Note:  This story contains depictions of the future.  If they are
proved to be inaccurate several hundred years from now, enh, that's
science fiction for you.

The characters in this story have unprotected sex, with the basic
assumption that anything that can do them in will have been cured by the
time the story takes place.  If you think you can hang on that long
(especially given the previous disclaimer about accuracy), then, by all
means, follow their example.  Otherwise, stay safe.

Direct interpersonal contact is feasible via pfantazm@hotmail.com.  To
access and review other documents of a similar derivation to the one
herein, locate the relevant directory at
www.pridesites.com/pfantazm/index.html.

~~~

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.