Starfighter: The Choice 6

Cain shoved Alter on the wall.

"Don't you dare fuck with me" he growled. Cain squeezed her arm he was holding and the woman yelped in pain.

"Ow! It hurts, you maniac!"

"It can hurt even more, so be a good girl and tell me everything I fucking want to know!"

Alter looked at him with disbelief, so he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled violently, just to emphasize that he wasn't joking. She screamed.

"I get it, fuck, I get it!"

Cain released her at once, stepping back. Holding her head for a moment, before quickly tying up her hair, Alter wiped tears that were caused by Cain's rough treating and looked at the man. "What do you want from me?"

"Answers, babe." Cain sat nonchalantly on the only chair in the room. He dragged Alter into this waiting room as soon as they got out of the Reliant and he didn't care about the accommodation. "First of all: were you a fighter?"  

To his surprise, Alter didn't even try to deny anything.

"So what if I were?" she snapped. Still standing a little away from the fighter, the woman seemed to calm down. Drawing in a deep breath, Alter looked now more composed than Cain would want her to be.

"Why are you a Navigator, then?" he asked, deciding to play the good cop for this time. He needed information and needed it NOW, but he knew that type, if he forced her, she would just keep silent.

"Why…"

"Just tell me." Cain leaned back on the chair, watching her from under his eyelashes. Alter gritted her teeth angrily.
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"Really?"

"Yes." Irina nodded, handing Abel his shirt from the locker. "After that incident, physicians said that Alter is no longer suitable to physical duty and that she should resign from being a fighter."

"I still can't believe that a woman could be one." Abel buttoned up his shirt and combed his hair with fingers. "I know that women were allowed to be soldiers, but since…"

"Since four years they are forbidden to take the duties that endanger their lives and health, such as space duty, yes I know." Irina signed some discharge  and sick leave papers and gave them to Abel. "But she enrolled to the Academy before that regulation was valid, so they had to take her in. And after she got her first assignment, she had to resign after because of her Navi, she nearly was made disabled."

Abel finished dressing and was about to walk out. Irina followed him and stopped in the door, still talking.

"She must really like this work to change from fighter to navigator." Abel said, nodding to the woman in goodbye. She snorted quietly.

"Of course not. She hates it. Take care Abel!"

The door clicked, closing, just before Abel's nose.
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Deimos whimpered when Cain bit skin on his collarbone.

He didn't expected this shift to end like this when he was finished with the post-flying system checks in his ship. Walking along the corridor to his quarters, he saw that one of the door slid open and two people went out of the room, one supporting on the other. It wasn't anything strange really, but when Deimos gave them a second glance, he stopped in surprise. He knew very well that Cain wasn't injured in today's attack, as he followed his ship on the radar, but even so, fighter had blood smeared on his face, most likely from beaten nose. He was holding Alter by the arm, this way enabling her to move forward as she was limping quite badly.

Cain noticed Deimos right away, but first, he had to react to some idiots who started yelling at him, demanding an explanation of what he had done to their captain. It could have ended in a massacre, knowing that Cain was in bad mood even before the alert, but Alter must have been well aware of that, as she hushed her men and stopped touching Cain, supporting on the wall instead. Good for her, as Deimos was just wondering what should he do to her arms, cut them or simply rip off her, for touching Cain…

…who just reached and slapped Alter's bottom. He even winked to her in a playful manner when she turned around, but to Deimos' surprise she didn't say anything. She even urged her men to move on, as they jumped to help her walk, but she didn't do anything, didn't comment on Cain's behaviour. That made Deimos upset.

"You free, Myshonok?" as usual, Cain could move silently when he wanted. Deimos winced, feeling that someone was standing behind him, nearly touching him and whispering into his ear. "You done for today, right?"

Deimos nodded, feeling that blood rushed faster through him veins, making him feel hot. And uncomfortable in that skin-tight suit. Cain must have noticed it, as he chuckled quietly, making all hairs stand up on the nape on Deimos' neck.

"My room. Now." Cain growled, grabbing Deimos' arm and literarily dragging him through the corridors. Not that Deimos minded. It was so good feeling those strong fingers touching him again, it was so long since the last time. The time before Cain got himself that blond pussy…

Cain's lips effectively distracted him from any other thought, even made him forget who he was actually jealous about. As always, Cain was wild, passionate and hot, touching him everywhere and at the same time and Deimos felt that even faint taste of blood on Cain's tongue was arousing him. Like any other part of Cain. His strong hands, muscled body, deep voice whispering some dirty, erotic nonsense… Deimos clutched to Cain, holding him tight and kissing fervently, not caring if he was bitten, scratched or shoved, like now, onto the wall. What counted was that Cain's hot, quick hands were peeling the suit off Deimos and experiencing skin to skin to contact made Deimos moan hoarsely in pleasure…

The door slid open, but the two of them were too occupied with themselves to actually care. Or at least Deimos was, as Cain looked up from the level of Myshonok's neck and looked at the shocked newcomer.

"Get out princess, I'm busy."