The Ghost Of Titan
Thomas "Archangel" Cain entered the locker room and threw his helmet into the locker.
"Fuck." He said to the air.
Looking around, he noticed that he was alone for once and he collapsed onto the bench, placed his head in his hands and the tears fell from his eyes. A gods-damned patrol mission turned into a fucking ambush by the Titan colonials. They managed to kill the attackers but it was too late... and now she was dead. Tigg's fighter was fucking incinerated right before his eyes. He clenched his jaws together and swore in the silent room.
"Fucking Titan." He grabbed his helmet from the floor and rammed it into his locker again. "Fucking colonials and their bullshit." He hit the locker again. "Fucking superstitious mother fuckers!" For good measure he threw the helmet and watched it bounce off of the walls.
Titan was bad luck. Everybody knew it. Weird shit happened on and around Titan. He'd heard the stories just like everyone else. The colonists on Titan were new-age, spiritual freaks who claim Titan had some strange connection to the Universe. Fuck that. Titan was where nothing good ever happened... and here he was, on this fucking escort mission, without so much as a body to have for a funeral. If he could just hold her again. If he could just touch her one more time... but no.
After his momentary outburst of emotion he calmed himself and removed his flight suit. He stood, fighting the ache in his legs from the hard-G burns during the dogfight and walked to the shower. He let the hot water run down his naked, muscular body as he ran the scene over and over in his head. The ambush was textbook simple and he made a fucking rookie mistake. The colonials came in from the dark side of Titan with engines off and he was careless. He should've picked up the movement with or without the engine sigs. Fucking Titan.
He cursed himself again, but stopped as he felt a hand on his back. He spun to see Samantha "Tigg" Tigadimensi. His wingman and lover. Her ebony skin shone in the false lighting of the showers and she smiled, stepping into the spray of the hot water. Her purple mohawk standing high on her head.
"You look terrible." She said letting the spray of the water run down her body. Her naked body glistened in the mist of the warm shower and her purple mohawk began to fall from the presence of the water. Her eyes looked him up and down and she grinned. "Well, not terrible, but shook up."
"Sam..." He stumbled back at the sight of her. "You're dead."
"I'm not dead, Cain." She always used his last name when she talked to him one-on-one. Never Tom or Thomas. To everyone else on the ship, he was Angel or Commander Tom. Not to her. She met him as "Cain" back in the academy and he would always be Cain to her. "If I was, I couldn't do this." She leaned up to his lips and kissed him. He pulled back, but then found himself rushing for her.
Maybe she hadn't died. Maybe she'd been found by the S&R birds. Maybe...
"Fuck Maybe." He thought.
Despite the loss he was feeling, despite knowing he'd seen her die, he couldn't stop himself. He leaned into her, returning the kiss to his lover. He could smell her sweat and the scent of her that he'd grown accustomed to over the weeks in which they'd been sharing a bunk. Despite what he knew to be true, here she was in the flesh. He could see her, touch her, and smell her. She was real. When her arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed her wet body against his, hungrily taking in his lustful kisses.
After a moment, her hand slid from behind his head and ran down the side of his body. With a few, deft movements he stiffened in her hand as the blood rushed to fill his cock. He moved, almost pushing her across the wet floor of the shower-room until her back was against the wall. His hand fell between her legs and he groaned as he felt the soft, warm wetness there. She stroked him feverishly and he groaned with pleasure as his fingers slid in and out of her. Every movement caused her to gasp with excitement. And every time his fingers entered her, his cock throbbed in her hand. He stooped and took her erect nipple into his mouth, biting it gently and sucking. He rubbed his tongue over one, the other other as she continued to stroke him. His hand rubbed her clit and she dripped with anticipation. She grabbed his hair in her hand and pulled his head back, staring at him. He knew this look. He knew what she wanted. He stopped rubbing her clit and grabbed her with both hands. With almost no effort he lifted her lean, muscular frame and pressed it against the wall. She squealed at the cold metal against her back for the slightest of moments before using her hand to guide him into her. She shuddered as she felt the fullness of him between her legs.
He thrusted, and it pushed her up against the wall she wrapped her dark, muscular legs around him and pulled him into her even more. She grabbed the sides of his face and stared into his eyes as he thrust again and again. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through his body and he watched his lover's body reactions build with each thrust in return. She bit her lip and moaned softly as Tom neared climax. As he came closer and closer to release, her breathing became more shallow and she slowly urged him on with gentle, movements of her hips and thighs. Her wetness ran down him as her orgasm caused her to break eye contact with him, pull him close to her and scream with ecstasy. Tom finished with a shudder. His climax was so intense, it felt like every last ounce of his soul was launched into his lover along with his cum. His head leaned forward next to her's, his forehead resting against the wall as their chests heaved. He sighed and smiled as he closed his eyes and reveled in the high that followed.
"I love you, Cain." He heard her say. "I'll see you soon."
"What?" He pulled his head back from the wall to look at her... and found himself staring at the metal wall of the showers. He spun in all directions, looking, not understanding what was going on. "Tigg?" He shouted. "Tigg, where are you?" She was gone.
The hot, steaming air of the shower held the scent of her and he could still taste her on his lips. But Tigg was gone. Weird shit happened on and around Titan. He'd heard the stories just like everyone else. Titan was haunted. His shoulders fell and he felt the energy drain from his body. The ghost stories he'd heard just might be true...
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