Standard issue disclaimer: Masaki Tsuzuki created, and Seven Arcs owns, Nanoha. I am not any of them. This is a parody, protected speech.
Dangerous Tendencies
Chapter 6 - Chrono
0074 NC
Had he his druthers - and knew what druthers were, exactly, though he thought he understood the concept, at least - this particular glorious tradition of the Navy would be abolished immediately. In an era where there were such things as teleportative transport, the notion that the commanding officer of a ship had to either walk off the vessel (or where necessary, be carried off of it) when it was docked was grossly inefficient and bordered on absurdity.
Chrono suspected that such opinions, if openly voiced, would probably do great harm to his reputation among his fellow Admirals. Of course, had he truly had his druthers, he would still be in the Enforcement division rather than Command and not give a damn what any of the Admirals thought with the exception of his mother of course. That last clause was added to his thought almost automatically, and Chrono found his lips curving in a sardonic smile at how thoroughly she continued to influence him.
He hoped someday he would make a choice that wasn't influenced by the thought of what his mother would do in a given situation, whether in reaction against her imagined choice or in accordance with it. He suspected that hope was as phantasmal as El Hazard.
How long was this companionway, anyway? It felt like he'd been walking for hours, through miles and miles of poorly carpeted tunnels and past deadlight after deadlight that showed nothing but stars. Impulsively, he kicked the bulkhead - since this was part of the station, not part of his Asura, and so did not deserve his tenderness - and then kept walking. Ah, there was the exit, now, Apologies, bulkhead, it wasn't your fault.
I'm an animist, of all things, he thought wearily, with a shake of his head.
And then he was through the last sliding doors, and everything that might have been going on in the terminal faded into irrelevance as he saw her, standing just outside the gate, waiting patiently. His knees almost buckled, but he managed to keep walking, at the same measured pace that he'd used all the way through the damned companionway, towards her, then almost collapsed on her.
"Welcome home," she said to him.
"Amy," he murmured as he clung to her like a drowning man might cling to a scrap of wood tossed in the waves. "Amy."
"... Chrono, between yourself and that dufflebag over your shoulder, you're very heavy, and I don't have strength augmentation on right now," his wife told him after a moment.
"Right, right," he said wearily as he stood up. "Sorry."
"That's all right."
He looked about in mild confusion. "Where are the kids?" Then, in a concerned tone which was not at all on the verge of panic, "Has something happened to the -"
"No, but it's two in the morning, and they need their sleep," Amy told him quickly.
"Two in the - damned ships clock," he ground out between gritted teeth.
"I know, I know. And let me guess, you're not even sure what day it is, either?" she asked, as, sidling under his shoulder to support him as best as she could as they began to make their way to the terminal exit.
"Ah ... yes, yes I am sure. It's ... no I'm not," he admitted.
She told him the date.
"I know that date for some reason," Chrono mused as they exited the terminal. "It's very familiar. What was it that happened today?"
"It's your birthday."
"No, that's - it is, isn't it?" He groaned as he caught sight of the family car. "You've got a surprise birthday planned, haven't you?"
"The legendary deductive genius of the Enforcement Division strikes again."
"No, Amy, I can't -"
"It's not for another sixteen hours," she told him. "The kids are staying at my parents' place for the night, you can sleep all you like at home and we'll go pick them up before we head over. But you are going to pretend to be surprised, all right?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said weakly as he slumped into the passenger side seat, through the door which had opened up as they approached.
Amy buckled him up, and waited until she was out of his line of sight to start smiling.
The operation had begun successfully.
Chrono was fairly sure that he must have napped on the night drive from the port to their house. His eyes closed, and when they opened again, the car was pulling into the driveway. He didn't feel even the slightest bit rested, though, even as he managed to get out of the car by himself, without Amy's help, and into the house, without collapsing - at least until he finally caught sight of what could laughingly be called their marriage bed, usually occupied only by her these days. Then he collapsed onto it, sitting down and dully watching as she took off his shoes with practiced movements.
"This is really wrong," he muttered.
"I don't mind," she told him without looking up as she peeled down his socks as well.
"You should mind," he said, more unhappily than angrily.
As far as he was concerned, the second dumbest thing he'd ever done had been resisting the impulse to pull strings enough to get himself a port admiral's assignment here on Mid-Childa, once Amy had given birth and gone into semi-retirement. (It still paled in comparison to the massive idiocy of transferring to Command in the first place.) As things stood, he hardly ever saw his wife and kids more than a few days out of the year - video calls excluded - and when he finally got in he was usually wrecked, like he was right now.
"Up," Amy said, and with difficulty, he arose to a semblance of a standing position. "Well, even if I should mind, I don't mind. The deal was for better or worse, remember?" she reminded him as she got his pants down around his ankles.
Determined to contribute something to the effort, Chrono pulled off his uniform jacket before the weariness led him to fall back onto the bed. "Sixteen hours?" he asked hopefully as he started to crawl towards the dimly glimpsed pillows before him.
"Sixteen hours until we're supposed to pick up the kids, but you might want to eat sometime in there," she confirmed.
He grunted something he hoped she took for him acquiescing, for almost as soon as his head touched the pillow, he could feel consciousness fading. The last things he heard were the ruffle of Amy undressing, and the last thing he felt was her body pressing up against him, and the flutter of her lips against his cheek.
A dreamless interval later, he was roused. Blinking, he checked the desktop clock, which obnoxiously informed him that it wasn't yet seven in the morning. Four and a half hours was a pretty typical snooze for him when the Asura was on alert status, but he'd been hoping for -
Why was he awake?
Oh, he realized, as the sensation at the level of his crotch, and the large bulge beneath the blanket covering him, registered in his awareness. The warmth and wetness would certainly have drawn him from his slumber.
He sighed. "Amy," Chrono said. "I know you've probably been missing me, but really, a little more sleep would have been -"
"Happy birthday to you," Amy sang from the doorway to the bedroom, where she was leaning against the doorway while dressed in a jet black teddy and stockings.
Chrono blinked. Something was wrong about that picture.
"Happy birthday to you," another voice sang from just outside the doorway, and then, moving slowly in a pace that was almost a dance, the singer - Nanoha of all people - came into view, wearing a white variation on the underwear Amy was wearing.
"Wha -" he gasped.
"Happy birthday, Chrono Harlaown," sang yet a third voice. Hayate, in a red variation on the same underwear as her two friends, practically hopped into sight.
And then the blanket covering him slid away, and he stared in mute amazement at the mane of golden hair draped over his lower body, as Fate looked up at him while slowly licking down the side of his erection, before singing, "Happy birthday to you!"
"And many more," the four women chorused, smiling broadly.
"Surprise, big brother," Fate said, before she took him back into her mouth.
Chrono stared down at Fate as she proceeded to give him a first class blowjob, then - with effort - lifted his head to look at the other three as they started to draw close to the bed. "What -" he stammered. "What - Nanoha, what in the worlds?"
Nanoha gave Amy and Hayate a sweet smile that might have seemed just a little bit smug. "I told you he was going to ask me first," she said, before kneeling on the bed and running one of her hands through Fate's long hair. "Well, you see, Chrono-kun, a few weeks ago the three of us were having lunch with Amy-chan, and got to talking about you and how she thought you weren't very happy with the way your life was going."
"This was before the conversation turned to screaming orgasms, of course," Hayate interjected while she went down to join Fate in the licking of Chrono's phallus.
Fate let the phallus pop out of her mouth long enough to say, "Don't mislead him, Hayate - she's talking about the drink, not the - oh, that was sneaky," she accused as Hayate promptly took it into her own mouth.
Hayate fluttered her eyelashes at her in a way that clearly indicated acceptance of that compliment.
"And since when people we care about are sad, we can't be happy, either, we decided to do something to show you our appreciation for all that you do and are for us," Nanoha continued, leaning over so that her breasts spilled out of the teddy and over Chrono's mouth. "And here we are, giving a nice birthday present to our favorite Admiral."
"Second favorite in my case," Fate interjected, pausing from the effort of undoing Hayate's bustier so that she could freely handle her friend's breasts.
"Our favorite Admiral who holds our Limiters, let's say," Nanoha amended, trying to push her breasts into Chrono's mouth, which wasn't cooperating.
"This is, this is so against regs," Chrono protested.
"Oh?" asked Amy, as she also exposed her breasts over Chrono's mouth. "Were you planning on filing a complaint?"
"Well, no, but -"
"Well, then, I think this is nice and ready," said Hayate, pulling back from the reddened organ, rubbing it firmly with her hand while she looked at her companions. "Who wants the first ride?"
"I think his poor wife should get it first, don't you?" Nanoha mused aloud.
"Ah! Thank you, Nanoha-chan, but I don't want to be selfish like that," Amy said winsomely, running a finger through the hair gathered back in the other girl's ponytail. "It should be you, or maybe Fate-chan -"
"Oh, no, I couldn't possibly," Fate replied quickly. "I mean, I know just how good my big brother is, so I should reserve my turn for -"
"Okay, fuck this noise," Hayate said abruptly, and just as abruptly, she threw her hip over Chrono's hip and slid his dick up into her vulva. "We'll be showing off our unselfishness for hours if this keeps up," she added as she started to rock back and forth. "Mm, yeah, he is good, Fate-chan!"
"You are so sneaky!" Fate complained as she reared up to grab ahold of Hayate and begin pressing passionate kisses to her mouth as they pressed together, breasts rubbing against each other.
"But really, this is more than -"
"I can think of a much better use for your tongue, Chrono-kun," Nanoha mused as she slid off her panties and knelt with one knee on either side of his head.
"... ah well," he said at last.
And so it went from there, with Chrono having what could only be called wild monkey sex with three of the most beautiful and powerful women he knew - plus his wife, who was of course more beautiful than any of them and not intimidated by the vast difference in power, either. (But then, since Amy had never seemed intimidated by the vast difference in power between her and his mother, he'd come to the opinion that she basically one of those who Knew No Fear, as the old songs said.)
The most surprising thing about it was how experienced and able Fate had become, a far cry from the hesitant, shy girl who'd asked him to be her first male sex partner and only demonstrated the strong will he knew she possessed when she refused his advice to seek out professional help. After their brief encounter, years earlier, he'd thought she would probably confine herself to her own gender. Clearly that hadn't been the case, and if it wasn't for the simple wrongness of the situation, he'd have been very happy that she'd grown more confident in her abilities.
But that led to the other surprising aspect of it all, for what he'd assumed was happening constantly didn't seem to be happening at all. As he received the carnal attentions of the four women, they were also sharing kisses, caresses, and the occasional fingerfucking with each other ... and yet, aside from the way that Nanoha had brushed her hand down Fate's hair at the start of it all, there was almost no contact between these two 'best friends'. Had something happened? It was neither the time nor the place to ask, but he found himself worrying about the two of them almost as much as -
Heh. As much as they must have been worrying about him, to set this up.
"They're fine," Hayate whispered into his ear at one point, as he was slamming away at Nanoha in the rear-entry position while she licked at Amy's cunny while Fate rode Amy's face.
Another surprise; he hadn't realized his concerns were so obvious.
"Yeah, Fate's just giving Nanoha a penalty for surprising her a few days ago. Ordinarily, they'd be all over each other. Well, unless there was a sneaky person involved who could manipulate the two of them into being all over herself, hee hee." He'd never met anyone who could work a deliberately sinister laugh into conversation the way Hayate could.
"But they're fine. And I really hope you're going to be fine, after this." From sneaky to comforting in one breath. She was dizzying in her complexity. "Now you should really finish up here, so -"
She stuck her thumb up his ass with little more warning than that, and he exploded into Nanoha's womb. He hoped she was keeping up with her birth control, as the notion of taking responsibility for a child with the Ace of Aces daunted him.
And so it went from there, with him having what could only be called wild monkey sex ...
... and, Saint help him, loving it.
Eventually, though, even wild monkey sex came to an end. Chrono, having just deposited a final squirt - more of a drip, really - of seed into Amy's cleft as they rutted together at the foot of the bed, nearly collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily as he gazed up at the other three, who were fast asleep at the bed's head. The three of them lay together, smiling happily in their doze, Fate and Nanoha and Hayate - in that order, Fate's fingers delicately entwined with Nanoha's as their foreheads touched as well. It was sort of heartening, really. They almost looked innocent.
Amy giggled as she looked up at him. "Were you just thinking they looked innocent?" she asked, smiling at him.
"That, and the fact that if I have another birthday like this, it will probably be my last," he told her, wearily. "Also that I need to work on keeping my thoughts off my face."
"They only show to people who know and love you," she reassured him. "If you had a bosom enemy, you might have cause for concern, but you're okay."
"Are we okay?" he asked.
"We are very okay."
They lay there in silence, listening to the three aces breathing.
"They wanted to show their appreciation for me, and I get that, I suppose, but I'm honestly not sure why they -" Chrono started to say.
"Chrono, suppose you did pull those strings to get a port admiral's post like you said the last time we talked," Amy said, speaking seriously. "Do you really think that the higher-ups would let you hold on to their limiters? No. Of course not. You'd have to give them up, and control would be reassigned to someone else, someone that those three don't know and trust completely. It's a frightening thought, you know?"
"I suppose so," he said. "But Amy ... I know that they'd be unhappy, but I could endure their unhappiness if it meant you were happy."
She looked up at him in silence. "Yes," she said. "I would be happier if you were closer more often. But I joined the TSAB because I thought the happiness of other people was more important than my own. That hasn't changed, even if I'm benched ... and these are our friends, Chrono."
He sighed. "You're right."
"Of course I am. That's why you married me. Because I told you that you should, and I'm always right."
"Didn't really have a lot of choice in the matter," he agreed.
Now she sighed. "When you say things like that, sometimes, I feel like I'm just like your mother."
"... does that frighten you?" he asked after a moment. "The prospect of becoming like her, of history repeating itself, of us -"
"If you ever so much as look at either of our kids, I'll kill you," she told him in a calm tone. "And I know that I won't ever do to them what she did to you, so no, I don't worry about it." She was silent. "I love your mother, but she was not right."
"Yes," he said, remembering how surprised she'd been by his tears, how she'd stammered apologies, how it had only ever happened once and he shouldn't hate her for it ... and he didn't. But it had changed things.
"I'm glad you didn't invite her," Chrono said.
"I'm glad she turned me down when I did," Amy confessed. "Just as well, though. Only four verses in that song, if you don't count that last chorus ..."
NEXT: Signum (and we mean it this time.)