"Won't the other Rangers wonder where you've gone, Up?" Pincer murmured, running the tip of one of his claws down the length of Up's jaw. The half-man tilted his head backwards and allowed his eyelids to flutter closed.
"Yes," he moaned. "But I don't care."
Up grabbed Pincer's claws and dragged him closer across the dirt. Dust rose and settled across his bare abdomen. Pincer's chelicercae tenderly brushed away the particles and continued to feather lower down his stomach. The feel of the small appendages tickled slightly, causing Up to stiffen.
"Relax, Commander," Pincer said. His claws clicked excitedly on either side of Up's head. "That's an order." His normally booming voice was low and husky, nearly breathless with built up tension.
Suddenly, they both heard a noise coming from the mouth of Pincer's hole. Startled, they caught each other's eyes and Up's widened in fear.
"What is it? What do you hear?" Pincer asked agitatedly, scuttling away from the Commander and throwing him his clothes with one leg.
"It's one of the Rangers!" He exclaimed, hurriedly trying to pull his clothes on.
Pincer craned his cephalothorax and heard a whistling noise over the scuffling sound of Up dressing.
Just as the Commander was almost fully clothed, a tall, cheerful-looking man in standard Starship uniform entered.
"T-Tootsie! What're you doin' down here, son?" Up managed.
"Krayonder was just wonderin' where you'd be, Commander. I jus' tol' him that I saw you running all hot 'an bothered into this here cave!"
Krayonder suddenly appeared in the mouth of the cave beside Tootsie.
"May I join you?" He asked, ripping off his shirt. He pushed Tootsie to the side. "You told everyone that you would bang me, Up. Now here's your chance."
Up froze. He glanced at Pincer for a moment before returning his gaze to Krayonder's sculpted body. Slowly, he reached up to his throat and began to unbutton his shirt once more.
