The Adventures of Captain Chase Sykes & Navigator Duncan Sampson
a campy sci-fi comedy romance by Mychael Black & Shayne Carmichael
Phaze
A campy scifi comedy/romance from the minds of Black and Carmichael.
Giant assassin vampire sheep, a secretive jungle lord, saving the
universe, and screwing each other are all a part of the every day life
of Chase Sykes and Duncan Sampson. Galatic Interferion's best men are
at the forefront of all the action, living and lovin' large.
In the first episode of the series Chaotic Insecure threatens the
stability of the known universe in his plot to steal Interferion
seeding crystals. Can Chase and Duncan stop him? Can they resist the
seductive appeal of both Interferion worst enemy and the Jungle King in
the short red tunic? Will they make in home in time for dinner?
As
the plot thickens, all is not right in Duncan and Chase's world. Bits
and pieces of the puzzle fall into their laps, and they wonder if
they're working for the right side. Between invisible, crazed
throat-ripping squirrels and psychopathic cyborg sharks; not to mention
the prisoner with aquamarine eyes that can freeze a man's soul or warm
the hell out of it, and the demon with the piercing golden eyes and
ruby red lips, who the hell can work? Duncan and Chase are more than
willing to give it their best.
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Excerpt:
"Release the giant assassin vampire sheep!" Rudolpho screamed out the
command. In answer, the portal opened and dozens of hungry sheep
streamed into the room.
Duncan gazed in wide-eyed horror as he clung to the swinging iron chain
above the warehouse floor. His partner, Chase, stood directly in the
path of the oncoming sheep—but then, so did Rudolpho.
"Chase!" Duncan yelled before the ravening flock engulfed their arch
nemesis. Rudolpho's piercing screams echoed in the warehouse and Chase
glanced upward. He tried to reach for Duncan's leg as Duncan swung
toward him.
"Let go and I'll catch you! Hurry!" Chase's gaze darted back and forth between Duncan and the mass of wool.
"I'll get you for this!" Rudolpho's vengeful vow came from the bottom
of the pile. "Nerk, you incompetent…" The bleating of the sheep
drowned out Rudolpho.
After Duncan freed himself from the chain using his All Purpose
Metallurgic Dissolver, he jumped into Chase's waiting arms, muttering,
"Thank God for Nerk."
Once Chase set him on his feet, they both ran from the warehouse, leaving Rudolpho to the revenge of the sheep.
Chase raced to the ship that sat just outside the warehouse, flipping open the voice pad in his hand. "Mal, get 'er running!"
"Yes, Captain Sykes," the computer voice answered.
Once inside, Duncan collapsed into his chair before gales of laughter
erupted. "Did you see Rudolpho's face? I think we need to hire Nerk.
Opening the portal right in front of Rudolpho? Absolutely priceless."
Chase grinned and spun around in his chair, leaving Mal to get the ship
off the ground. "We really should," he said, relaxing back in the
chair. "So, did you get the converter?"
"Nerk does more to defeat Rudolpho than we do." Slipping his hand
inside his regulation Galactic Interferion jacket, Duncan pulled out
the gleaming silver rod and waved it triumphantly in front of Chase's
face. "Told you I could."
Sticking his tongue out, Chase snatched the rod from Duncan's hand.
"Showoff. Oh, this one's nice. Heavy. How much is it worth again?
Twelve hundred creds, isn't it?"
The station com screen flickered and the face of Arch, Interferion's
coordinator, appeared. Hastily Duncan grabbed the converter and hid it
before it could be seen.
"Chaotic Insecure is on the move. Quadrant Delta, Vector Z. You've got
two microns to get there." Arch's gaze darted between Chase and Duncan.
"And I saw that. It had better be on my desk when you return from your
mission."
"Damn," Chase muttered. "Yes, sir. Roger that. Sykes and Sampson out.
Two microns. Ya know, that gives us ample time for some action," he
said, wiggling his eyebrows at Duncan. He leaned forward and hit the
button to switch off the screen.
"Go away, Arch, we're busy." Rolling his eyes, Duncan covered the view
bot with his hand and motioned to Chase with the other. Even though
Chase had turned it off, Duncan didn't trust it. "Over here in my lap,
babe. We've got two microns to kill."
A few of Arch's more choice expletives filled the cabin before the sound was abruptly cut off.
Chase grinned and stood, stripping before straddling Duncan's lap.
"Mm," he hummed. "Hey, babe. You know, you really looked good hanging
from that chain…"
Satisfied Arch was gone, Duncan rested his hands against Chase's hips
as his lover settled on his lap. "I didn't miss your hard on. It was
the sheep, wasn't it?" Snickering, his nails grazed over bare skin as
he tipped his head back, looking up at Chase.
"Smart ass," Chase mumbled, mouth moving over Duncan's. "Although, they
might make a good set of sheets." He rocked over Duncan's lap, groaning
softly.
Nipping at Chase's lower lip, Duncan tugged gently before releasing it
to remove his jacket and shirt. One of his hands lowered between them,
closing around Chase's cock. Turning his head, he whispered in Chase's
ear, "Two microns gives me just enough time to bury myself in your ass."
Chase nodded emphatically, gasping. "Slick," he panted, groping blindly around the console. "Need something slick…"
The pressure of Duncan's fingers engulfed Chase's cock in a slow
rhythm, deliberately increasing the need of his lover's body. Since he
couldn't get up to take his pants off just yet, Duncan remained where
he was, content to play.
"Yes!" Chase crowed, finally coming up with a half-empty tube of some
off-brand lube. He dropped a quick kiss to Duncan's lips and slid off
his navigator's lap. "Come on, baby," he said, popping open the tube,
"lemme ride that sweet prick."
"We better stop and buy some more." Chuckling, Duncan stood and
stripped off his pants. He stroked his cock lazily as he grabbed the
lube from Chase. Then he settled back into his chair. Drizzling a thin
film of gel over his rigid flesh, he glanced up at Chase.
Chase licked his lips and nodded as he straddled Duncan again, groaning
as he slid down onto Duncan's cock. "Oh, yeah." He captured Duncan's
mouth with his, wiggling his hips to settle Duncan deeper inside him as
he plundered the navigator's mouth with his tongue. With a muffled
groan, Duncan thrust up and buried his cock deep in Chase's ass. His
mouth tightened around Chase's tongue and he scraped his teeth over it.
His life partner never failed to excite the primal need in one hell of
a rush over Duncan's senses.
Hands tight on Duncan's shoulders, Chase rode him hard, sliding and
grinding and bucking, hips working overtime. Letting go, Chase pushed a
hand between them, wrapping it around his cock.
"Come on, baby," Chase panted, working his fist up and down as he bounced on his lover's lap, "make me come, D."
Growling with the exertion, Duncan slammed hard and deep into Chase.
His hand took over as it pushed Chase's away and the tight circle of
his fingers ran along his lover's cock. His thumb pressed and rubbed
against the sensitive slit as shudders began to roll through his own
body. Panting heavily, Duncan's head fell back against the head rest
with a thud and with a sharp yell, he came.
"Oh, fuck yes!" Chase jerked and bucked, come spilling over Duncan's
fist. Collapsing onto Duncan's chest, Chase panted and gasped, working
to catch his breath. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, the
sound of a throat clearing stopped him cold.
"If you two are done," Arch said from the screen, "I thought you might
like to know that you'll have backup for the Chaotic Insecure job."
"Christ in a hand basket, Arch. Must you eavesdrop?" Ignoring his boss,
Duncan slid an arm around Chase, holding him quietly as he smoothed his
hand against Chase's hair.
"Do you blame me?" Arch gave them both a wry grin. "I've already fed
the coordinates into your ship. Your back up will be waiting. Have fun,
boys." With that, the screen flickered to black.
"He has a bad habit of overriding the system," Chase muttered. "Remind me to fix that shit when we hit port."
"Remind me to smack him upside the head when we return to base," Duncan grumbled as he buried his face in Chase's hair.
Mercifully the voice com remained silent this time.
Chase nodded, humming as he slid his arms around Duncan's neck. "Should be reaching the—"
Mal's metallic, synthesized drone cut him off. "Delta Quadrant, Vector Z within range, Captain Sykes."
Sighing, Chase kissed Duncan and stood slowly. "Thank you, Mal."