Chapter 3: Captain And His Three Girls

I snapped myself right up, sitting on my bed, remembering a morning of hot steamy sex with Aster and Rynn. It was a threesome I didn’t want to forget, but my dream left a stain on me I couldn’t brush off either. It was vivid, almost like I was reliving the past. Now I had a couple answers to my questions, questions that had been burdening me for nearly two decades. Pamela was right, everything in that folder was right. I was in fact an alien, and my poor parents hadn’t a damn clue.

I knew back then, when I’d first embarked on this heroic journey, that there might have been some truth in my origin story. But back then, I couldn’t trust everything entirely, especially knowing that those red flags I’d been getting from Pamela were valid. I’d stayed and watched the entire movie reel, in search for answers my mind buried years ago, and I woke up with some, being both thankful and mortified. I had no idea where this vision came from, or what triggered it, and a part of me wanted to fall back into it, so I could work more pieces to the puzzle.

But Aster’s cooking was calling to me…

The smell wafted through the crevices of my front door, and I was two seconds away from cartoonishly floating to the kitchen. They always said a way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, and I think Aster knew that more than anyone, being the prime chef in our apartment. Rynn’s cooking came at a super close second, but she barely worked her magic behind the stove, always busy bulking up her stats. And Dessi had considerable talent as well, it was just that Aster outshined her.

It was strange, this idea of having my own harem. The concept slipped into my head as I got out of bed and slapped some clothes on me. I remembered Dessi saying something about it a few hours ago, but it wasn’t until after my morning with Aster and Rynn did I give it some serious thought. Dessi was right, I deserved a slice of that happiness pie. For so long, I’d been restricting myself, keeping everyone at bay. There was no room for romance and relationships for a man with a ticking time bomb in his chest. I was unstable and was dangerous to everyone around me. Until recently, these field missions and training sims had shaped me into a better version of myself. And I had some control over my more than antsy nuke. Finally, I could enjoy the pleasures of being human, and not some weapon of mass destruction. Even though I was sure, Sigma-RE would still beg to differ.

As soon as I opened my door, I noticed my spider queen, in her cute little white apron, shaking her round hips to a beat inside her head. She turned around and noticed me, her warm sensual smile contagious. “Hey there, sleepy bear. Enjoyed your rest?”

I chuckled. “That tone, you sound like you’re disappointed. After the both of you tuckered me out, I needed that power nap.”

“Mmm, you sure were an animal all right. Who knew a man so distant from the bedroom could take on two women at once?”

“You made a terrible underestimation, and I made you pay for it.”

“And I’m in the mood to be punished again,” she cooed, wrapping her arms around my shoulders when I approached her. Aster gave me a passionate kiss, my arms slipping over her thin waist. She was awfully good at tempting me, but I knew I shouldn’t, especially after I learned that having sex with my girls gave them added hero abilities. I gave it a long thought after the fact and reconsidered, because the last thing I wanted was Pamela putting a lock on my super sperm.

“Are you hungry?”

“As a matter a fact I am. What’s on the menu for today?”

“Smoked salmon crepes. I was feeling a bit adventurous today. I also made some mac and cheese cups. They are crisping up in the oven as we speak.”

“Both of which smell absolutely delicious.”

“Do I make a lovely house wife or what?”

I chuckled. “Yeah, actually, you do.”

“Morning sex followed by exquisite food.”

“Heh, I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

“I’m glad you know it.” She gave me a peck on my lips then slipped on the oven mitts, continuing on her cooking adventure while I snatched a drink from the fridge. I eyed the beer bottle and immediately thought about Rachel, and the first time I’d tried beer a few short months ago at her birthday party. She was the tying end to my contract, AKA, my side of TBC’s deal. They’d promised to help and find her, one of many unassociated runaway supes in the nation. So far, they wanted to contain the hot zones, the Sydicate of Sorrow, and stop petty crime from turning into a whirlwind of fire that we couldn’t contain first. And I understood the reason for it, though it didn’t mean I had to agree with it. We were short-handed, and the only reason me and my team had a twenty-four hour breathing room was because we were running around like maniacs back to back, non-stop.

I never stopped thinking about her, or the day of The Awakening. I honestly didn’t care if she wasn’t into this super hero business, and cared even less if she wanted to tuck away somewhere and hide the fact that she might have gotten powers. As long as I knew she was safe, then I could have myself a peace of mind.

I cracked a side grin and took the beer in her honor. She loved this stuff, and I hated it, but it was the best thing I had to being close to her.

I walked over to the living room, then turned my head over my shoulder. I was missing about two heat signatures in this apartment, just realizing that half of my team was missing. “Hey Aster, where is Dessi and Rynn?”

“Dessi is still down there getting supplies, and Rynn went down there after our little play time to fetch her. They should have been back by now.” She giggled. “I think little miss tough pants is coming off the charm.”

I had to stop the heat from rising up my face. I remembered how Rynn was a different person after she had drank Aster’s charmed smoothie by accident. As a matter a fact, it was just about the only thing that made her friendly toward Aster. Maybe a little too friendly.

Honestly, I wasn’t complaining. Aster had mentioned it took already established desires and amplified them. I had no clue if Rynn was really into Aster like that, but I knew that Aster had eyes for Rynn, even though they fought like cats and dogs. Regardless, my little ivory-haired forger joined us a few hours ago, and had no problem letting Aster perform on her.

And Aster and I took turns performing on her…

I cleared my throat, and told myself that only time would tell. Once she came back to the apartment, I’d see what kind of temperament she was in.

My eyes wandered up as I popped the beer bottle open with my thumb with ease, noticing a certain jackass on the 500’s show. Show-boater Draco himself sat on the other end of the table, as a guest star for TBC. Shit, it this was Pamela’s strategy to getting hiding supes open to enlisting, I wasn’t so sure it would work. She got the worst person in her roaster to do an interview. People will see right through his fake hero charade.

I knew she was desperate, the Perkinson’s Gala being a failed mission and all, but the idea behind this brilliant move was to get more super heroes to patrol hot zones, not scare potential super heroes with this pompous asshole flashing his ugly mug.

As he talked, I listened, to the same bullshit he’d been feeding his fans.

“What would you like to say to the people who question the readiness of TBC’s supes? And how would you address the nation’s doubts in these new heroes?” hostess Rowenna asked.

“You know, Rowenna, truth be told, we are still all rookies, but the world needed heroes fast. And we selflessly stepped up to the challenge. If you really think about it, no one made us do it. We didn’t have to volunteer to fight those criminals out there. But we did, making that decision in a heartbeat. What’s great about us being rookies is that we can sympathize with the world. We too were victims of this violent attack. We were in that same pot of fire. We can relate to those who had lost their loved ones, and the many more who had transformed. It’s sad to say, but we can’t control the bad decisions people do with their powers. All we can do is stop them. We know that we may not be the seasoned heroes that you want, but we are the heroes that you need. And if more supes can step forth and understand that things will only get harder for us out there, then The Brother’s Code can step up and be there for them. All it takes really is a good look around, and then ask yourself—how long do you want to cower in fear? When will it take for you to realize that enough is enough? Would you rather curl up somewhere, hiding in a dunker or some shady shelter somewhere, praying that it gets better? Or are you going to be the reason things get better? Be a tool for humanity. Stop being selfish and get out there and be a hero! If you don’t who will? The more supes we recruit, the quicker we can heal from this devastating blow against our nation. So rise up and be a hero, not only for your nation, but for yourself, your family, and your friends.”

“He’s so full of himself,” I sucked my teeth, not buying his bull one bit.

“He also has a crush on Dessi. I’m sure they tried pulling her over to do that interview with him.”

“And they let her refuse?”

“Guess some things aren’t so part of the contract after all.”

“Hmm, Pamela probably considered how important she was. And after our post mission talk, she didn’t want to be in our bad sides.”

“What did she say?”

“A whole bunch of shit that we already know,” I said, half lying. I had to, because part of the deal was to keep everyone in the loop about Sigma-RE and my involvement in it. Even though it hurt me keeping secrets from Aster and Rynn, I had to. The only person besides the hot shots in this entire operation who knew was Dessi. If word went out that I was the source of all of these powers, I’d turn into public enemy number one. “Pamela had a theory, about why Dracier hadn’t nuked anymore towns yet. She said that they may have ran out of the supe agent, and that The Awakening was the first wave of chaos.”

“And the next?”

“The next step could be… breeding supes.”

She chuckled. “Breeding supes?”

“Yeah, I know it sounds crazy, but it makes sense, doesn’t it? I mean, why waste resources dropping more nukes when they could just scoop up the ones they have and force them to reproduce? It would make stronger supes, stronger than the originals.”

“Okay, not only does that sound crazy, it sounds scary. Forcing babies into super human women… it isn’t too far from the hell I’d already been through. Not only that, a plan like that would take time, as in, minimum nine months? Why would they bother waiting that long?”

“If the ratio of success is that high, they’d go for it. You know that, right?”

“Hmm, so while the Syndicate of Sorrow is trying to control supes, Dracier is trying to mass produce supes, so they could quote on quote, prevent more bloodshed. And that’s about all we really know, or at least… all that The Brother’s Code is willing to tell us.”

“I know we really shouldn’t trust everything that comes out of their mouths, considering they are keeping bad supes and reject supes all under one jurisdiction, but we don’t have much of a choice. They are just the lesser of three evils, and so far, they happen to be the only ones we could count on for protection.”

She snickered. “Liam, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but we are the protection. Think about it. If it wasn’t for us, those regs in TBC would be dead by now.”

I chuckled. “So, it’s a mutualism. Don’t worry, Aster. We won’t be stuck in here for much longer.”

She grinned. “And how do you figure that?”

“Call it a gut feeling. And a good one.”

An urgent knock fell on our door, followed by the doorbell chime. I expected Dessi and Rynn, but raised my eyebrow as to why she didn’t just enter the code to get inside. Could it have been Pamela?

I swear, if she was paying us a visit to drag us into another mission, I was gonna flip. She’d promised us a full twenty-four hours, undisturbed, and it hadn’t been six yet.

When I opened the door, I noticed the last person I expected I’d see. Charlie Gunwin, the techy intern from back in the SIM lab. I remembered seeing him during my first hours in the Serva campus, and he was wearing that same nervous smile like he had been the first time we met.

“Warhead! Good afternoon!” he cheerfully greeted me as he adjusted his large framed glasses.

“Charlie. It’s nice to see you again. How’s it been?”

“Good, all things considering!”

“Yeah, I heard about the promotion. Now you’re a permanent resident here, working around the clock, doing what you love. So no more SIM training in the bat cave?”

“Heh, if you’re referring to the Hive, No. And thank goodness. It was a nightmare.”

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“I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, though. You’ll be working closer to Pamela. She can be a real pain in the ass, you know,” I jested.

“Anything beats having my heart shooting right out of my chest every time a god damn supe wants to flex. It was getting too damn old. My life on the line trying to train a bunch of apes. I’m glad I’m moving up the latter, and quickly.”

“Either way, congrats. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Ugh, I need your catalog. Pamela mentioned you have a few shots of Kato-evo3?”

“Oh, what for?”

“As a senior chemical engineer, plenty. She wants me stabilize a variant she was working on.”

“Is this variant going to affect me personally? Because I made it clear to her that I was getting better at controlling my nuke.”

“N-no! No, it’s not for you, it’s for supes with similar traits, and honestly, I’m down to my last batch and I could use some more. You got the syringes around?”

“Yeah, sure, let me go grab them.”

I left Charlie by the door, Aster giving him a sketchy look. I wanted to believe that Pamela wasn’t doubting me, but I could never be too sure with her motives. Like I said, she had to build that trust up with me again. Ever since she admitted to telling Dessi to mess with my memory, I had to keep her on my radar. I knew those red flags when we first met were there for a good reason, so when I went to my stash in my bedroom, I took all the syringe boxes, except for one, just in case.

“What are you doing?” I asked Aster, who I saw by the door just as I stepped out of my room. She had two spider legs out, lifting poor Charlie’s top just under his arms with his side showing. There was a large raw patch of decaying skin there, and it almost looked fresh.

Shit, I’d seen a lot of crazy wounds in the field, but this one looked particularly gross.

“Charlie here was just telling me how one of the newer supes did this to him. It happened right before he got promoted.”

“I’m sorry about that Charlie,” I said. “How are you feeling?”

“Better, now that I’m not down there anymore.”

“I think he was talking about the wound,” Aster said to him.

“It’s numb… for now. I mean, I’m taking meds for it. If I didn’t, the damn thing literally knocks me out. It’s that painful…”

“I feel for you, cute little lab rat.”

“Hey, why don’t you stick around and let Dessi heal y—”

“N-no, no no! T-that’s fine! Really. I just came here for the batch,” he said, lifting his shirt down.

“Here.”

“Okay, good. These are all of them, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Thanks!”

“See you around, Charlie,” I said, and he waved and left. I felt bad for him, even worse after he refused Dessi to help him. Was he that judgmental about supes? He knew not all of them were bad, but I guess could sympathize with where he was coming from. He was just a reg in a supe facility, having been in one of the more dangerous areas in the business—testing out the potential for supe powers.

As soon as he left, I noticed that bright bouncing head of pink hair, or at least a part of it peeking from over the large brown grocery bags Dessi was hauling. And right behind her was Rynn carrying about the same load in her arms, too.

I rushed over to help the first girl down my path, but she stopped me immediately. “I’m all right, Liam! This is really all just for show.” She showed me what she meant, using her newly acquired telekinetic powers to move the huge bags down the hallway, past the front door, and on top of our kitchen counter. She did the same for Rynn’s load, but the poor girl didn’t expect her bags to fly out of her hands, just like she didn’t expect me to eye her just as she met my gaze.

There was a long line downstairs and someone was putting on a show about getting pancake mix instead of waffle mix. And here I thought they were one in the same!” Dessi giggled, before that smile on her face turned to confusion. She turned her head over her shoulder to see Rynn standing there frozen, her face breaking out in a flush. My clueless ram girl had no idea why Rynn was so hesitant to approach me, or the apartment for that matter, and probably had no idea that Rynn went down to help her to escape her shame.

“Rynn, what’s wrong? It looks like you just seen a ghost.”

I chuckled sheepishly. “I think she would have preferred a ghost. Hey Dessi, can you give us a minute?”

“Okay! I’ll go help Aster in the kitchen.” She left us after giving me a soft kiss on my cheek, the perfect time for Rynn to plan her escape. But just as Dessi closed the door behind us, I snatched Rynn’s wrist, my body begging her to stay.

“I think your next distraction could wait,” I said with a guilty smile. “We should talk first.”

“What? About how the both of you tricked me?!”

“Actually, I’m pretty sure you tricked yourself. No one told you to go into one of Aster’s crazy concoctions,” I snickered, putting a hot blush on her face. “And according to her, her charm only pulls out your deepest desires, not make them up on the spot.”

“I don’t want to talk about this!” She brushed past me for the front door, entering the code to no avail. Every time she slammed the digits, the door would unlock, and relock again. “What the?!”

“Sorry, Rynn! Aster told me to do it!” Dessi cried out from inside, the sound of Aster snickering boiling Rynn’s blood.

“UGH! I HATE THAT WOMAN!”

“You know, instead of hiding and keeping things awkward, we could always talk about it. Don’t worry, they can’t hear us inside.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” she whispered, huddling her arms in as she paced slowly down the hallway. Rynn rested her back against the wall, in a corridor with no cameras. And it was a good thing, too. I was getting tired with the only safe place to talk being in our apartment. “I made a mistake last night. And I made a mistake this morning.”

“Is it really a mistake, though?” I said walking toward her. “I thought we could finally be honest with each other, Rynn.”

“I lost control…”

“It wasn’t your fault. You had no choice.”

“Or… maybe because part of me wanted to…” she confessed, finally looking up to me with those big honey gold eyes. Her comment took me by surprise, the idea of Rynn allowing herself to be charmed not computing in my head. She sighed. “I was tired of being the invulnerable one. I wanted to let my armor down for once. Sometimes it gets so damn heavy, and I can’t carry it anymore. I… like feeling safe around you. You know, I remembered what you said, about you carrying my load sometimes. At first, it sounded so weird, like maybe you might have been lying to me. But then I kissed you, and that feeling I felt with you being with me felt so genuine. And I was… afraid. I didn’t know what to do with that emotion. It was so scary, so I denied it, ignored it, anything I could do for the feeling to just go away. But it never did. There’s just something about you that I wanted, and I wanted it so bad last night,” she breathed. “It took more out of me in trying to break the spell, until I saw you again, strapped to that bed, waiting for me with that boner… and I stopped resisting.”

She had a raunchy tone I couldn’t fight much longer. I fell for it, slipping my hand along her neck, and tilting her lips up to mine. I kissed her gently, Rynn closing her eyes and letting me get acquainted with that talented mouth of hers again. Our lips smacked hard, Rynn’s heartbeat pumping harder. Her energy began to swarm me, getting my core excited.

She’d just confessed to what we’d been known was true—she had a thing for the warhead. And it was no secret that I admired my weapon’s forger. When we broke out passionate kiss, Rynn gazed at me, then down my lips, while her fingers brushed up my chest. “I guess that means that we are more than square? Can we stop pretending that there’s nothing between us?”

She smiled. “That sounds… nice actually.”

“Good. Because I’ve always wanted to kiss you without feeling guilty about it,” I said lightheartedly, and she giggled.

“I wasn’t exactly proud of what I did to her in that bedroom, you know.”

I chuckled sheepishly for her.

“I got carried away.”

“Well, it’s no secret that Aster wants to make amends. And, she’s sorta into you, too.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not interested. Besides, I’m still trying to hack up some spider fur she’d somehow managed to get in my mouth.” She tensed, her fear of creepy crawly creatures showing.

“How about a friendly platonic relationship, then?”

“Just as long as she doesn’t get in my way, and in my drawers. I had to toss my favorite pair of underwear that other night because of her snooping around my bedroom!”

I laughed. “So, you weren’t sold on me sniffing your panties?”

She looked at me mischievously. “That was a terrible excuse and you know it.”

“Hah. Guilty as charged. Come on, let’s go inside and have lunch.”

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