More Possibilities

Disclaimer: All copyrights belong to Twentieth Century Fox and the screen writers of Predator. I receive no profit from my writing of fan fiction. Some of the information I have used in my story was from the web site- www.thehunted.tk

Warning: this is a PWP so please do not expect a complex storyline. There will be some heavier 'one on one' (sorry, no pun intended) slash elements in this chapter but I believe the 'boys' need it at this stage of their developing trio.

Author's Note: though I will be slow at updating, as I write other fan fiction, I have decided on planning no set chapter limit before ending this --- too many ideas are popping up.
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Chapter 2

Kir sighed as he padded silently back into the Blood Wing, closing the huge metal doors behind him and reactivating the security system. It had been a long waking cycle that the Hunter had spent pursuing the truth behind the danger to his new mate. He had slipped into the shadows, deep in the bowels of the space station, to follow rumors and whispered leads. Everything in his investigation leads to the name, Allick. Nothing in the underworld of C9 happened without his consent, though most residents had never heard his name or knew of him. Kir's hunting instincts told him that if this Ooman wasn't directly responsible for the threat to his Ooman mate, he was still connected in some way. When Yautja younglings were first taught to hunt the instructions from the elder warriors was to go for the brains of their prey and that is what Kir planned on doing. It was in his nature to confront problems straight on and now was no different.

Even though he was elated that his search was successful and now they had an identity for their enemy, his spirit was sickened by all that he had seen. The males of his kind prided themselves on physical prowess and clarity of mind, the Oomans he had discovered on his hunt had allowed themselves to sink to horrible depths. Their bodies and brains polluted by drugs and alcohol; their souls wasted by despair and hopelessness. The Yautja culture, though brutal at times, was all about younglings improving themselves, gaining pride in their accomplishments and having self confidence. Females and little ones were protected and cared for, not abandoned and left to fend for themselves. He had learned more about Oomans in the last hours than in past several years he had traded with them. His new knowledge gave him a heavy feeling deep in his chest.

It was with dragging feet that he shuffled into the resting quarters to hang his weapon's belt on the support post at the foot of the sleeping pad. On the other hung Salek's, in its usual spot. The other male must have retrieved it from where it had lain, forgotten in the amber fog, earlier. That had seemed so long ago for the returning hunter. Salek, curled around their female, watched his progress silently. Kir made hand gestures to tell his bond-mate that he had discovered the desired information, but he was hesitant of waking the dozing female. Salek nodded and carefully disentangled himself as he covered the curved form of their mate with a cooling sheet. Together they padded into the adjoining bathing chamber.

While Kir slowly peeled off his camo garment, Salek went to the cleaning pool and set the controls to heat the liquid. Kir made a mental reminder to himself to check the temperature before he entered as he was fond of his current epidermal layer. Salek had already slid into the liquid, his sleek muscles gleaming wetly as he waited. Kir ignored the disappointed droop of the other hunter's mandibles as he readjusted the settings before easing into the bubbling liquid. He quickly grabbed the large bathing sponge and applied liberal amounts of cleanser, wanting to rid his mottled skin of the clinging, stale odors he had acquired during his hunt. When Kir was satisfied, he began sharing the data he had collected to Salek in soft chitters and chirps.

As Kir talked he followed his bond-mate's urgings to relax. He lay on the long, narrow, shallow lip up the bathing pool that rimmed one side of it. Laying with his chest and belly in a few inches of warm liquid he pillowed his head on his massive, mottled arms. His taloned toes dangled in the deeper, bubbling water and he had shoved the large sponge under his groin to cushion his male member against the unyielding stone. While they spoke of their plan, Salek removed a container of heated oil from recessed panel in the pool. Starting with the sensitive sole's of Kir's feet he kneaded and massaged the conditioning oil into the heavy muscles of the other Hunter. Kir's taloned toe tips curled with pleasure as he allowed the tension to ebb away.

Powerful hands worked up his legs to pause and knead his buttocks as Kir shared his fears about Sam to the other warrior. Not that she would be harmed again, with their protection that wasn't a possibility; but that once the danger had passed she would want to leave them. The two Hunters understood they were not what an Ooman female would first desire in mates and this worried them. So far she had accepted a physical relationship with them with an openness they reveled in, but they wondered if she only considered this to be temporary.

Kir also realized he was perverse enough to worry about the opposite. What problems did they face if she stayed? He could only consider the many possible reactions of their clan, the Alpha and their Matriarch. Salek's long arms stretched to massage his back and shoulders from where the other Yautja stood in the waist deep 'water' between his parted legs. At his gentle questioning Kir voiced those thoughts as well.

Salek's personality differed from his; the Ooman's 'slang' would have labeled the slender, taller Hunter as being 'laid back'. He urged Kir not to look ahead for more potential problems than they currently had. He also probed for any further thoughts that were troubling his mate, instinctively sensing there was more. Kir, though, was hesitant to share them and tried to verbally evade the other Hunter; which only increased Salek's determination.

"Do you think I do not see you watching me when you are not watching the female? That when I meet your gaze you drop your inner eyelid and hide behind it?" Salek accused. "Do you take me for some unobservant, fledging Hunter?"

Kir protested and went to roll over on his back to assure his bond-mate that this was untrue, but realized he was physically trapped in place. Salek's body might be more slender than his own bulkiness, but sleek muscles rippled under darkly mottled skin and easily held him down. Salek's form pinned his lower body to the stone as unrelenting palms pressed his shoulders down. The other Yautja stretched over him, covering Kir and growled in a low, menacing tone in his hearing canal.

Kir was unable to stop his shudder of excitement and knew his burgeoning arousal was beginning to scent the air around them. In the physical relationship between the two warriors Kir was usually the more aggressive, but when Salek did chose to dominate him the younger Hunter did so in a manner that was totally overwhelming and demanding. These rare occasions heated Kir's blood and he trembled as his ball sack dropped. A wicked, chirping chuckle was Salek's response as he noticed the change in his lover's body as Kir squirmed under him.

"Kir!" His name was a warning that the other warrior heeded. With his lover's growing erection straining against the muscled curves of his ass cheeks and their mingled arousals scenting the humid air, Kir felt more confident in mentioning his lingering concern.

"The woo-mann is wonderful, but I wonder now if you will want me less?"

His answer was for the black talons to tighten around his shoulders and to be dragged back until Salek's hardness ground between his buttocks. A throaty voice taunted him, "You're just lucky Sam showed up when she did, you are aging and what warrior's death would it be to succumb to sexual exhaustion?"

Kir's response was a disbelieving grunt that caused Salek's claws to slide down his body and firmly grasp his slim hips. Kir's mandibles curled with delight and suppressed excitement as his talons searched unsuccessfully for purchase on the smooth stone. His hands fisted the clear fluid as he growled and Salek laughed again. His lower legs dangled over the rim into the deeper water and his toes reached for the floor, but just barely skimmed it. Salek seemed to delight in his failures as he wedged himself more securely between Kir's parted, taut thighs. His sensitive dreadlocks were caressed by Salek's mandibles as he mock glared over his shoulder at his gloating lover.

Salek's response was to tug a dreadlock tip with his mandibles into his mouth and gently gnaw and suck on it. Kir assured himself that the noise that escaped him did not resemble a whimper. He refolded his arms and hid his revealing face as Salek nuzzled his dreads and long, strong thumbs dug into the hard muscles of his ass. Salek's fingers curved around his slim hips holding him firmly and talon tips grazed the tender skin of his smooth groin. He wiggled in the warm 'water', the clear fluid washing over his scrotum in a tormenting caress as he pushed his erection into the yielding sponge that was still trapped under him, cradling his male member in its springy softness. He felt a hand leave his hip and heard fumbling noises as Salek blindly searched for the small container of oil. He heard a grunt of satisfaction and tensed in anticipation as the weight lifted from his rump. Then Salek's long thickness was thrusting into him with no preparation, branding him with fiery pleasure pain. His mandibles flared at the fierce ecstasy as his bond-mate claimed him in one demanding stroke. When Salek's ball sack was flush against his own, the other warrior paused and only then did he pinch the base of his shaft to release soothing lubricant deep into Kir's body. This was the only brief respite Kir had before Salek began slamming, with strong strokes, plundering his body while hissing and grunting above him.

Salek stopped and Kir moaned in disappointment, knowing from past experience that his lover planned on tormenting him for an extended length of time. Salek spread his own legs and Kir curled his long toes around the braced calf muscles as he waited. Hands tightened again on his slim hips and Kir knew that beautiful bruises would be blending with the mottled pattern of his skin by next waking cycle. Then his lover was pulling him back and forth, moving his body on the invading cock as Salek remained motionless. His relentless grasp impaled Kir's helpless body over and over as Kir moaned and his hands churned the 'water' hoping to find a steadying anchor. His talons raked uselessly over the slick, smooth stone as his ass was repeatedly filled with Salek's heated hardness. Thankfully, the large sponge moved with the motions and Kir ground his groin against it to hold it in place beneath him. Knowing Salek's focused intensity he could not be assured that the other Hunter would halt his pleasure to see to Kir's comfort. And the Blooded warrior wanted it this way, his lover's fierce desire and determination to claim him, blinding Salek to all else, was something that Kir gloried in. Later there would be tender cuddling; now Kir hungered for an almost brutal possession that assured him of his continued desirability to the younger Hunter. And Salek seemed resolute on leaving him with no doubts.

Soon Kir's low grunts were echoing his bond-mate's as Salek worked in and out of his tense, trembling body. Salek's slams changed to short, savage digs and he learned over Kir's body to growl in his hearing canal.

"You will find your release when I do, you will NOT let me leave you behind."

Kir could only nod his acquiescence, he had heaved himself up on to his elbows and was staring sightlessly at the far wall, his breath in laboring pants that made speech impossible. His straining body welcomed the heated splash deep in his body when Salek pulled his hips hard against his own to grind into him. His own leaking, aching erection exploded into the softness of the sponge as it soaked up his warm pulses of cum. Kir's roar of release was only a moment behind Salek's and blended and merged with the other warrior's until they sounded as one. His own lax body resting in the warm 'water' accepted the heavy weight of his lover as Salek collapsed on top of him. The other warrior's harsh breaths stirred and caressed Kir's dreads as they both strove to recover.

A tiny movement, almost out of their field of vision, instantly alerted both of the huge Hunters. Two narrowed, menacing gazes swilved to spy the slender, pale form hovering in the doorway. They relaxed again as Sam shifted, embarrassed, the cooling sheet clutched around an obviously aroused body.

"Um...I should give you guys’ privacy." She offered, though her avid gaze was still fastened on their joined bodies.

Salek shifted and Kir gasped as the long shaft inside him stroked his tender channel.

"Do you wish to join us?" Before Salek finished his offer, Sam was already shuffling swiftly towards them. Softly, in their own language, Kir heard his lover hiss, "It matters not if our female is in another room or underneath us...you will always be MINE."

Kir's response was a soft noise of agreement. It changed to a whimper as Salek straightened behind him and pulled his hips until his lax body slid back through the shallow, clear fluid; Salek's hardness still wedged inside him. Sam paused uncertainly when she neared them and Kir looked up at her, his gaze glazed over with passion. Her scent of arousal was unmistakable and he inhaled deeply.

"Sit in front of me; I have yet to taste you." Kir told her.

Sam settled eagerly in the shallow, warm 'water' and Kir draped her smooth thighs over his shoulders. He nuzzled the blonde fur between her legs as Salek began short strokes inside him. Kir noted with delight that, when Salek had moved him back, he could now brace his palms against the rim of the pool. The sponge had floated away, but hot bubbling liquid now surrounded his male member and he shivered at the sensation. Curling his talons over the rim of the pool, Kir buried his muzzle into the female's soft folds and was reward with low, feminine moans. Sam was already wet and his tongue extended to lap up salty creaminess as Salek increased his pace. He shuddered as Salek's firmness plowed into his body and Sam arched her own up against his working jaws. Her hands grasped his shoulders as Salek's tightened on his hips. Kir felt his ball sack contract as he prepared for his second and final release. Sam keened above him and his mouth was flooded with a salty, earthy wetness as she shuddered through her orgasm. He swallowed greedily as Salek's cock stroked strongly within his clenching channel. Kir growled against Sam's feminine core as a calloused, clawed hand reached around him to clasp his cock. Firm pulls matched the thrusts that burrowed between his buttocks and he felt Salek lean over him and press his weight against his back. Mandibles grasped the curve of his shoulder and neck and sharp teeth worried his flushed, mottled skin. Kir cried out as cool jets of thick fluid emptied into him and his own ejaculation erupted over Salek's caressing fingers to splash in the warm water. Relentless fingers continued to milk his orgasm as Salek's shaft jerked in the convulsing depths of his ass.

Drained and sated the two huge Hunters slumped against Sam's exhausted body as she weakly patted their dreads in a soothing manner. All three of them groaned as they heard a faint beeping sound. Salek raised his body enough to gaze at a panel inset in the wall and Kir sighed as he heard Salek's resigned growl. It seemed that the Constable of the space station finally wanted to contact them about Sam's attack. As the males muttered over the inopportune timing Sam giggled and reminded them that earlier would have been worse. They growled in agreement with her as they padded together to the command deck.


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