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Chapter Twelve
Tarka took my news about the assignment I was tasked with in stride. "They can't localize something that exists on a subatomic level" he said, "go ahead and do your best on it. More curious to me is how they even have a suspicion that something like that exists."
"It has to be one of the dogs, maybe Simon?" Kaz said.
"It occurred to me this morning, you're the Amazing Thomas" I said to Tarka, "can't you foresee how all this will come out?"
"There are too many players in the game. For every additional person involved in an endeavor, the possible outcomes increase exponentially. I could guess on one of the many I see now, but none are clear; they're all fuzzy at this point" Tarka said, "Otto, you are the preeminent clairvoyant here. What do you see?"
"Much the same as you, love, either we all live happily ever after, or we all end up dead, or possibly some combination of the two. Too much going on for clarity yet" he said. Tarka reached out and picked up Michael and my shorts to hand them to us. Just for a second, I saw something flash across his face. Michael pulled on his shirt and walked over to talk to Kaz and Vadym. Tarka flashed to me "I don't think you will end up with Michael when all is said and done."
"Don't think...or know...we won't make it?" I sent.
"My psychometry is not as strong as my precognition, but I'd still say there's a 90% chance you will end up with someone else" he said. Feeling far less than happy about how any of this meeting went today, I was ready to go back to our quarters.
"I'm going back down, Michael" I said.
"I think I'm going to stay and talk with Kaz and Vadym for a while" he said. I began to wonder if Tarka's feeling was real, or if I was going to have a self-fulfilling future because of what he told me. He mentioned psychometry; that meant he was basing what he said on some fact he'd picked up from touching our clothes not precognition. I wondered why he didn't say who he thought I'd end up with, or who Michael would for that matter. It was later than I would want to eat a big meal, so I decided to just have a Granny Smith apple and some peanut butter for dinner. Some time later in the night, Michael came and went straight to the shower. I acted like I didn't hear him come in. My insanely strong sense of smell detected the odor of semen on him. I doubted it was from Kaz or Vadym, they were a long-established couple. Tarka or Otto maybe? The strange thing is, when I checked myself, I found I didn't care as much as I should. Sure, he cheated on me, but then, we were thrown together by the Cabal; we didn't choose each other. I caught myself wondering if our whole relationship was based on Sebastian's metallic pervert gas. I fell asleep before he came out of the shower.
Morning came and I was up early as usual, even earlier than usual for me after a night of tossing and turning. It was barely 5am. I made my pot of tea, slid into my clothes and took the tea with me to start my work day early. I logged onto the network at 5:15am and brought up my notes from yesterday. I went back and corrected the passages where I tried to cover up any connections I thought I'd found. I earnestly dug into the work exploring every possible avenue until, finally, I realized that what Tarka said was true. The abilities were beyond any DNA level, they were due to the quantum entanglement of our genes. The only way to stop the talents would be to terminate us. I had no idea I'd been here so long until the alarm chimed for lunch. I got up and headed to the kitchen, expecting to see Michael there; but only Diego and I were present.
"Your turn to cook today" Diego said.
"What do you feel like?" I asked.
"Surprise me."
I set about gathering my spices and key components to make Chana Masala, one of the many dishes I'd learned from a curry kitchen chef friend of mine back in London. When the onion and serrano began to bloom Diego walked over to see what I was up to; these were spices from his world. Then I added the garlic and ginger, changing it up a bit. Next came a flurry of garam masala, coriander, cumin, turmeric, salt and cayenne. I added in a can of crushed tomatoes, turned up the heat and added two cans of chickpeas. I set the mixture to simmer, while I checked on my rice. I pulled two plates out of the cabinet and dished up a serving of rice on each, just in time for the timer to go off. I heaped the curry onto the rice and brought it to the table. I poured us a glass of the red-wine-in-a-box from the refrigerator.
"Bon appetit!" I said.
At first, he looked unsure about it, but one taste and I had him hooked. A big thumbs up from the Spaniard. Lukas walked in and said what smells so good? I waved him toward the pan on the stove. He served himself and sat down to join us.
"Oh, very good, but a bit spicy for me" he said, "where is Michael?"
"I don't know" I said, "I haven't seen him since yesterday when we went upstairs to swim."
"Aren't you worried?" Lukas asked.
"Why? Where could he go?" I asked back. "I supposed he just needs his space; we've been locked together every day for quite a while now."
I made a spontaneous decision. Rather than going and socializing the rest of the day, I am going to go back and work the rest of the day and take the whole day off tomorrow.
"I cooked, so you lot do the dishes" I said as I walked out of the room, back to my workstation. I resumed my pointless task, but still attacked it as if it could be solved. Once again I jumped when the alarm I set chimed. I'd been stationary for nearly 12 hours today. That meant I actually was allowed to take off two days if I chose to.
When I got to the room, Michael was still not in, so rather than sit by myself I decided to pop up for another swim before bed time. I walked to the hub and punched the up key on the lift. When the doors opened, Travis was inside. Where could he have been coming from? The rest of us had been given no access below this level.
"Hi" he said. I hadn't noticed last night how pretty his big brown eyes were.
"Hello" I said, "going for a swim again?" He awkwardly nodded yes, he seemed preoccupied, as I was now. Apparently, the dogs had access to lower levels.
Yet a different otter was at the door this evening.
"Hey, Johnny" Travis said, "this is Henry."
"Yeah, Tarka said he'd probably show up again" Johnny said "they're always expecting guests."
We walked up the long hallway toward the artificial river.
Travis said quietly, "Look...you can trust me" as if he'd made a decision.
"I think the person being asked to trust has to decide that, not the other way around" I whispered, "I heard about what you dogs did to Viktor and Ramal."
"That, like most things on my level, was a three to one decision. I've tried to tell Simon not to trust the GREG elite, but he brushes me off every time" he said, "I've gotten to the point I make it unanimous out of fear they'll turn me in" came his voice into my head. I turned to him with a gaze of what had to look like horror. "Yes, I know you all can communicate; we all can" he sent.
"Was it you who told them about the `talents'?" I flicked to him.
"Once again, Simon...well, Simon and Whit" he replied. Who the hell is Whit? I thought to myself.
"Whit is Simon's bestie, he's a Kiwi, practiced at Johns Hopkins before the Cabal got to him" he jolted back to me. Seeing my shock, he added "I'll teach you how to keep your private thoughts private, maybe then you'll trust me."
"Hey guys, come on in" Tarka yelled from the island. We dropped trou and headed over. A leopard and Robert were lying on the beach with Tarka; the only thing missing was a bear. The leopard was introduced as Moussa, originally from Mali, he studied physics at Cambridge prior to beginning his new life.
"Henry" he said, his voice like a deep growl, "you are the one paired to Michael Davis."
"Yes" I replied.
"If you are not careful, Faraji will steal him away from you" he said smiling quite ferociously, "I think I heard a wolf howling last night."
I felt Travis put his hand at the base of my neck smoothing the hair down that had stood up while listening to the cat.
"He's just trying to provoke you" he thought. He continued to rub my back until I felt like I was chubbing up and I went back into the water to swim my arousal away.
"What's with Henry tonight?" Robert asked.
"Just some relationship problems" Travis said.
When I rejoined the group, Tarka asked Robert if he had found a way around the level lockouts in the elevator system.
"The room doors and elevator controls are super encrypted; I've never seen anything like it" Robert explained.
"I guess the number one priority is to keep us here" Tarka said. "Johnny searched for Viktor last night, this is what he drew" Tarka said, pulling up an image on his tablet. It was mostly dark with tiny pinpoints of red light...
"They have him in the recovery room; it's where I woke up after they completed my transformation" I said.
"That much, we all agree on. Do you remember the level?" Tarka asked.
"No, it all happened so quickly. I was pushed in a wheelchair through halls I didn't know. Niko was distracting me..." I said frustrated.
"We know it's between 8 and 30. Rob, were you able to find a floorplan yet?" he asked.
"I found a folder titled `Floorplans', which is encrypted with the same impossible code" he answered, "but I have Russell working on it; he broke the American military AES-256, CCM/CGM in 3 days, so I have high hopes."
"If they don't catch him" Moussa growled.
"We installed a switch on his terminal, when he's working on this project he is completely disconnected from the network, although it still pings the server at regular intervals so it appears to be connected" Robert said.
"What about your scouting mission, Travis?" Tarka asked.
"My new privileges only let me go as far as 40. Levels 38-40 are still dark and empty, but 37 is coming online. Workers are installing terminals, living area furniture is in place. I'd estimate the new residents will be down next week" he said.
"According to our colleague, Diego, the next genome on the list, after the wolves is kangaroos. That should be interesting" Tarka said. We all sat in silence for a while. It was past dinner time so the group began to split up. Travis stood to leave and I decided to go with him.
"I've got to be honest, Henry. I'm very attracted to you. I think I'd like to...uh...be with you" Travis flicked at me, during our swim across the river.
"Come with me to my quarters, we'll see if Michael came back yet. He's been gone the last two nights" I flicked back.
Walking out of the water neither of us had sprung an erection, but we were both looking thicker than usual. I pulled on my shorts and used the shirt to towel off some of the water on my upper body. We took the lift down to 36 and Diego ran out to see who came in.
"I'm just showing Travis some of the files I've been working on" I said. Diego nodded and went back to his work.
I opened the door to my room and found Michael sitting at the terminal.
"Oh, you decided to come here tonight?" I said, dripping with spite.
"Of course, these are our quarters, aren't they?" he said.
"I don't know, since you didn't come here the last two nights, I thought you'd found a new place to stay" I said.
"This is a bad time" Travis said, "I'll talk to you later." He turned around and headed back for the lift. Now I was getting pissed.
"Where have you been?!" I yelled.
"We're not married!" he yelled back, "we're more like roommates with benefits!"
"I never asked to be paired with you" I said more quietly.
"I was never asked if I wanted to be paired" he said.
"I thought you loved me. Was all that due to the gas?" I asked.
"I don't know, the same thing occurred to me. That's why I was seeking out natural chemistry, just as you seemed to be doing" he said.
"Travis is just a friend...well, honestly...it's complicated" I stammered.
"I understand. Believe me. Faraji had me lusting for him, no gas. I kept thinking of you, dammit" he admitted.
"Maybe our new bodies are just not set up for monogamous relationships" I said defeatedly.
"If I had to describe it, I'd call you my prime mate. There's a connection with others, but not on the same level we have" Michael said.
"At least not yet..." I said.
"If you want to...with Travis...it's okay" he said.
"Not that you need my blessing, obviously, but you and Faraji are okay too" I reluctantly said.
"Thank you. I'm going back to Faraji one more night. I'm yours for the weekend" he said. He kissed me and walked out the door.
I got on the terminal and shot Travis a message, asking him to come check out the work now. I called Diego on the com and let him know that Travis was coming back, don't worry about the entrance. I jumped in the shower and started freshening up, I had just gotten wet when the door opened. Travis heard the shower and came into the bathroom with me. He'd left his clothes on the bedroom floor. He opened the door to the shower and stepped in with me.
"Let me help you with the body wash" he said, standing behind me close enough I could feel his hard cock pointing up my spine.
He lathered my back up from the tips of my ears all the way down to my ankles, spending a little extra time on the gluteal cleft and sphincter area. I turned around to rinse and our cocks slapped together. I looked down and found an interesting physical anomaly, the dog cock was primarily human as were all the chimeras, but his still had a vestigial knot. About three fourths of the length back from the bell end, his dick had a ring probably 2 or 3 centimeters thicker than the remaining length. We finished washing each other and dried off, then went back to the bedroom. I still felt kind of guilty because of my feelings for Michael, but my lust was thinking for me at this point.
Travis was very gentle as he turned me over and lifted my hips off the bed. His skills at rimming were astounding, he almost made me cum within minutes. By the third time he'd brought me right to the edge, I was begging him to fuck me. He was dripping so much pre-cum there was no need for artificial lube. Between his pre-cum and the large amount of saliva in my ass he flipped me on my back, pressed and went right in up to the knot. I grabbed his ass to hold him still for a minute so I could adjust; he'd knocked the breath out of me. I released him and started to plow my ass like a madman. There was a near constant stream of pre-cum leaking from my knob now, pooling on my stomach. I was getting close for the fourth time. Travis pulled out until just the head was in me, dipped his hand in the pool of pre-cum and smeared it around the knot portion of his dick, then slowly pushed in until the knot contacted my ring.
"Take a deep breath" he whispered. I did as he said, then he said "Let it all out and push like you're taking a dump." I blew the breath out until I couldn't expel any more air, simultaneously bearing down. Travis covered my mouth with his, then pushed in hard. My scream was stifled in his mouth, tears came out of my eyes; at the same time, I made a huge sticky mess between our stomachs. After my orgasm I could still feel his dick throbbing, or more so, his knot. He pulled out and I could tell I was going to have to change the sheets tonight, as what felt like a liter of cum came out of my arse. He laid his still turgid dick alongside mine as we kissed.
"Well, I guess this means another shower" he laughed.
"That was...amazing" I said, still trying to catch my breath.
We cleaned up again and Travis left; he didn't want Simon angry with him. I threw the dirty sheets into the laundry bin, made the bed and settled in for the night. Late in the night/early morning Michael came in. This time, I acknowledged him. When he got in bed, I could smell Faraji on him, but didn't bristle up, because he snuggled up to me and took our old position with his arm across me and our fingers interlocked.
Lambodara 10/19/20
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Sorry to those of you here for the main story, horniness makes me add extra sex scenes. LOL