Strange Times: A Day to Remember

Chris collapsed back in his bed, and watched the naked man leave the room with his towel over his shoulder.

A sudden thought broke into his thoughts. He was going to have a lot of explaining to do to Morgana.

Morgana stared out the large window next to the front door. The snow looked deep, probably waist high for her. The sun had set again, and it didn't look like they were any closer to getting out. Damon had spent the last several hours checking supplies, undoubtedly trying to figure out how long they could last out here. She sighed deeply and walked over to the living room and sat down on a soft chair near the stove.

A few minutes passed and Damon sat down next to her. She smiled over at him, "Everything look good?" At some point in the evening, Damon must've taken his shirt off, as he was only wearing his jeans. She couldn't help but eye his sculpted body. His olive skin tone really showed off his definition.

He nodded and shifted toward her more fully. "Yeah, everything's great."

She knew that he had been checking on Chris over the hours, "How's Chris doing? Last I checked on him, he was asleep."

Damon wore a lopsided grin. "Well... I did give him something earlier that made him pretty sleepy."

Morgana laughed and shook her head. "He's doing okay though?"

"Oh yeah, I'm positive he'll recover fully. I don't think it was that serious, just better safe than sorry."

Morgana nodded and stared at the fire for a few minutes. Damon finally broke the silence. "Worried?"

Morgana shrugged. "Worried I'll never leave this cabin, maybe." She tugged the corner of her mouth.

"Ah, the snow will be gone before you know it," Damon smiled. "But that's not what actually worries you, is it?" He slid closer to Morgana. She nodded and moved closer to him. "You're underestimating Chris' flexibility."

Morgana looked up into his green eyes, and a light smile graced her face. That wasn't the only thing she was worried about. She knew Chris was going to be accepting, and she didn't want to hurt him... but she also knew she was going to lose control. "I know, but... I'm also nervous. I've never really been with anybody else."

Damon put his arm around her waist, and pulled her close, as he lowered his face to hers. His lips were so close to hers. "I know what you need."

He'd said that before, and it did leave Morgana wondering, with a whisper. "How do you know?"

"Spoilers." Damon whispered back before he pressed his lips against hers.

The feeling sent a thrill through Morgana, from her lips straight to her stomach. She did want this, and she wanted him, more than she would've thought possible given how recently they had met.

His tongue explored her mouth and his hands moved to her full breasts. His rough thumb rubbed her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt. A thrill electrified her, and she could feel her arousal begin to bubble in her stomach. Her nipples felt so hard under his hands, as he squeezed her breasts.

She eagerly sucked on his tongue, and her breath quickened. She gasped through the kiss when Damon lifted her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and broke the kiss with a laugh.

Damon pressed his lips against hers again, giving her another rough kiss. He was so commanding as he took her up the stairs. He did know what she wanted, and it thrilled her to know that. Just as sudden as the lift, she flew through the air and landed on her back on his bed.

She screamed in delight, then covered her mouth as she realized she didn't want to wake Chris up.

"Right now, it's just you and me," Damon grinned. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head, before tossing it aside. Her breasts shook from the quick action, as she hadn't been wearing any underwear.

Morgana laughed again. Damon pressed himself against her as he kissed her, and his tongue again invaded her mouth. She welcomed it in, sucking and licking with a moan. She lifted her hips up as he pulled the stretchy pants she usually slept in down around her ample ass. The rest of her clothing were tossed aside, and she gripped his shoulders.

"Damon I... I do need you."

He quickly unbuckled his pants and kicked them aside, as he crawled up over her on the bed. She could feel the heat off of his skin, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His lips pressed against hers, but only for a few seconds. Soon his mouth was travelling down her neck, and along her breast. He sucked on her nipple, which sent another jolt through her. She loosened her grip on his waist and ran her hands through his hair.

It was so different, she was lost in the sensation, in the emotions. She stopped thinking and could only feel as his tongue slid into her warm, wet pussy.

She gasped, her hands tensing on his head. "Yes, god, like that!"

Damon gripped her hips with his strong, rough, hands, and continued pushing his tongue into her, before drawing it out to bath her pussy. It drove her wild, and she couldn't help but thrash her head back and forth on the bed.

As she felt like she was going to cum, his relentless assault paused, and he lifted his head with a smile. "Not yet."

Morgana groaned and felt control slip further away. She looked down at him and smiled. "Please... I need you inside me."

Damon moved up over her, his body covering hers entirely. As he slid up, he moved his arms under her knees, and pushed her legs back alongside her breasts. He pressed his face close to hers and whispered, "I know," before he kissed her again.

She felt the tip of his cock press into her pussy, spreading it wider than it ever had been in her life. Her hands flew to his shoulders, and she gripped tightly, digging her nails into his hard skin. She cried out into his mouth, and her legs squeezed as hard as she could against his sides.

He pushed his cock deeper into her, deeper than anything had been before. She had no idea. As it slammed home, she was filled so completely with his heat, that something inside of her broke.

Morgana knew in that moment there was no going back.

Damon pulled his cock back out of her, and she needed him more than she even knew. She needed that cock forever. He obliged her need, pushing it back deep inside of her. She felt the first tiny wave of an orgasm crash over her, just from that.

She rolled her head back on the mattress as she continued gasping each time he sank his cock as deep as it could go, as deep as she could take it. She felt another crash, as an even stronger orgasm washed over her mind.

"Oh god..." she drew out. "Fuck me Damon, fuck me!" He continued thrusting into her, and each time he did, she got out another, "Fuck me!"

He sped up his pace, and her eyes rolled back as she let out a guttural groan. She couldn't get out all the words, only managing, "Fuckfuckfuckfuck!"

"You're a slut for my cock!" Damon growled, pounding his rod deep inside of her quivering sex.

"Yes! Your slut! Forever! Cock! Slut!" Her words tumbled out of her; she could barely form a coherent thought.

"I'm going to soak you in cum." Damon grabbed a breast with one hand, squeezing it, as his other grabbed her hip and held her still, so he could pound his cock into her.

"Yes!" She gasped and groaned out the biggest orgasm she'd ever felt explode within her. She felt her total release spray on Damon's muscular abdomen. Moments later, she felt him explode within her, soaking her as promised. His cum filled her up, so much so, she wondered if it was going to pour back out of her.

Damon laid down next to her. Morgana eventually regained her breath, and wordlessly climbed half onto him, drenched in sweat, his cum leaking out of her. She couldn't remember if she'd ever squirted before.

Morgana wondered if it were possible that the snow could never end, and perhaps they could stay here forever. It was a happy dream that she drifted to sleep on.

Designation O-1/X-DAMON understood that in just over 193 hours, Q-T/Y2-DAMON was going to walk through that door and was going to meet M-Q-T/Y2-MORGANA and M-Q-T/Y2-CHRIS, and his life was going to change forever.

But somewhere between now, and then, the entire cabin was going to be trashed. The only problem was, Damon wasn't sure how it was going to be trashed. In his timeline, the cabin was pristine, their relationship a slow burn. That stopped being the default about a dozen cycles ago, hence his arrival. He knew what was coming, which is why he had launched a drone on hover over the cabin.

Best case scenario, the progs don't see it and he's able to get a good eye on them before their approach.

Worst case scenario –

The drone feed cut out.

Damon shook Morgana awake. "Get dressed, get to Chris." He always called him Chris when it was serious, but Morgana didn't get the message. No, of course not, she wasn't with him, she was behind him.

"Hmm? What? Oh god, what happened, did he find us-"

"Dressed!" Damon barked as he got to his feet. He didn't want to show her and Chris too much, so he had hoped she would dress quickly and get downstairs so he could begin prepping the cabin. This was early. At least 100 hours early. How the hell was he going to work through this without exposure?

Damon left her to look out the window. He didn't see anything, but no doubt the progs were using a cloak. Even if they weren't, they were unlikely to slip in front of a window until the last possible moment.

He opened his visual interface, which overlayed on top of the world. Perhaps his ship's sensors could be used here.

"What's the matter?" Morgana quickly got her pants and shirt on. Her voice was distant and muted in his focus on the VI. "Damon!"

Suddenly, exposure didn't seem like it was the biggest priority. His VI dropped when it detected danger, and his focus shifted in front of him as a prog shattered the window.

Morgana quickly pulled her shirt down over her chest and jumped into her pants, since Damon seemed in a hurry. "Damon!" she tried to get his attention when he didn't answer her question.

He just stared out the window with the most peculiar expression. Distant, as if he was focused on something out there.

She started to ask what he was looking at when something smashed through the window. The sound and shock spiked adrenaline through her, and she jumped back. It looked like a person at first, but then she saw the claws. It didn't have fingers, it had metal claws, one hand of which had just been driven into Damon's shoulder.

Morgana screamed in surprise when blood splattered on the ground. "Damon!"

Damon grabbed the creature by the neck and slammed its head into the low ceiling. "GO!" he bellowed, before he was consumed in a flash of light.

She turned away from the glare, then sprinted down the stairs. She had neared the bottom when the front door exploded inward. She slipped and fell on her ass, sliding down a few steps. From the broken doorway, another creature screamed at Damon. Its scream sounded metallic, artificial, almost like a speaker feeding back on itself. Its scream cut short then it slowly, deliberately, turned its gaze toward her.

It looked like a person, except it didn't have eyes. It had a metallic strip around its head, which covered its eyes and ears. Its mouth was filled with teeth that looked razor sharp from where Morgana quaked. Its head was shaved, and its pale skin was almost gray. It looked like what she imagined a corpse must.

The creature gave her a long look, devoid of emotion, when it suddenly screamed and reared up, its clawed hands moving toward her.

Morgana screamed, but her cry was cut short when the creature was slammed into by another of its kin. Morgana glanced back and saw that Damon had thrown the other creature from the loft into the one threatening her.

"Go!"

Morgana scrambled to her feet and raced to Chris' room. She burst in and nearly removed the door from its hinges as she did so. She saw Chris – lying in bed. He sat bolt upright, turning to her in alarm.

"What?! What is it?"

"Holy shit Chris, can't you-" she started to say and then realized she heard only muffled noises. She couldn't hear any of the craziness outside of the room. She turned around, and Damon was suddenly in the doorway. He grabbed a small device off the wall, and the muted noise was replaced by a cacophony. She heard another metallic scream, and Damon threw something at the window behind them, dropped something else at the door, and left.

Behind them, the device unfolded like an endless origami, and spread out to cover the window completely. The one at the door completely sealed the doorway.

Morgana and Chris were trapped in the room, listening to the raucous sounds of battle outside. Metallic screams, thuds – at one point so loud the wall shook – and then a final, sickening crunch. Minutes passed in silence.

"Morgana," Chris whispered, "What happened?"

Morgana shook her head, unable to find the words to describe the insanity she had just witnessed.

Chris sat up on the bed and stared at the metal covering the window. He looked at it closely and shook his head. "Morgana, this is... this is impossible." He tapped the metal a couple times. "This is like... nanoscale tech."

Morgana looked at him, and then back at the door and nodded. "Impossible."

The door folded down on itself.

Chris scampered over to Morgana and clutched her. They held each other and stared at the door which seemed to take forever to fold its center portion down to reveal:

Damon. But he wasn't exactly the Damon they recognized. He was dressed in what looked like armor of some kind. He had a big chest piece, some small shoulder pads, gauntlets, covered from head to toe. He started to say something then saw their expressions and looked down at himself.

He swore, tapped something on his wrist, and the armor vanished in a flash of light, leaving behind a gray bodysuit.

"We have to go."

When Morgana finally emerged from her room, dressed as best as she could in the short time she had, she got a good look at the cabin. It was wrecked. The windows were broken, the furniture destroyed, even the stove had a dent in it. Something hit the stove so hard it dented. She hoped it wasn't Damon. Hadn't his shoulder been injured? He sure didn't act like it.

Broken glass and shards of splintered wood crunched beneath Morgana's feet as the three of them walked out into the snow. It was morning, so they had at least gotten a full night's sleep. Damon led the way through the snow, trying to clear as much as possible with his legs so that Morgana and Chris could move through it more easily.

Morgana had never felt more uncomfortable in her life, but she kept that to herself. The only thing that kept her from focusing on the cold of the snow was the terror she'd just went through. What the fuck were those things?

From the front of their little trio, Damon broke the silence to answer the question on their minds. "Those are progs. They're what you get when a human is stripped down to a singular emotion - hate. They are the walking personification of pure hatred. They hate me with a force that staggers the mind. And they will kill me, and everyone around me, because of that hate."

Morgana furrowed her brow, hot steam billowing out from her nose and mouth. "Why?"

"Because they were told to."

"What?" Morgana was shocked at the simplicity of his answer. "How can they hate so much without knowing anything other than they're supposed to hate you?"

"It's all they know."

Chris spoke up then. "Where are you from?"

Damon laughed. "Montana. Not far from here, actually."

Chris wrinkled his nose as he trudged. "Damon, I'm... I'm not like you, right? But I'm not an idiot. The kind of nanotechnology you showed off, even the sound dampener, are both impressive. I've never seen either, but they're... plausible. But either your armor was teleported off your body or it was made of hard light. Neither of those are plausible, and actually both are so insane, we don't even have theories on how they would properly work."

Morgana only followed partly, but Chris always did have a head for tech. If he said it was insane, she believed him.

"You're definitely not an idiot," Damon sighed. He motioned, "There's a cave up ahead, we should be able to camp there."

"Are there more of them?" Morgan let her worry show through now. "How many more?"

"I don't know," Damon admitted in a frank tone. "I'm fair certain that they'll vanish after a while - the progs don't tend to stick around. They find their target, destroy them, and then leave. But even if they don't destroy them, they tend to still leave."

"What, like they get bored?" A tone of incredulity colored Chris' question.

Damon nodded. "It sounds crazy, but... yes. They're not like drones. Drones, while easily distracted, can be convinced to do boring things for a long time. Progs need the hunt; they need the blood."

Morgana shook her head. "Yeah! Just that sounds crazy. Damon it all sounds crazy. None of what you're talking about exists! There aren't people with claws, and metal blindfolds -"

"Not yet no." Damon heaved a sigh. "The way we phrase it is - I'm ahead of you, in time. So you're behind me, temporally speaking."

Morgana was not following, and it was starting to upset her. She felt behind, temporally or not.

Chris got it though. "Time travel? You're from the future?"

Morgana blinked. Time travel? Damon was a time traveler?

Damon shook his head. "See, even 'the' future implies there's only one. It doesn't really work like that. I'm just ahead of you, temporally." He gestured, "Found it!"

Indeed, there was a cave, not a particularly large one, in the side of the mountain. And within, there was a metallic object which Damon revealed to be a heater, by turning it on. When they were all inside the cave, he dropped one of his devices which unfolded itself to completely cover the mouth of the cave.

The glowing device, that neither Chris nor Morgana recognized, gave off both light and heat. Morgana assumed that it was just a space heater, but it was oval in shape and bent back on itself. It also did not get hotter the closer she got to it. It was pleasant feeling, but Morgana couldn't help but think it strange.

Chris looked at her then motioned to the space heater and shook his head. Another 'crazy' device, apparently.

As they warmed up, and the snow on them melted, they both realized how wet they were. Despite the heater, Morgana started to get uncomfortable. She felt cold and clammy, and her joints started to ache.

"Take off your clothes," Damon unfolded a large metallic loop over the top of the heater. "Hang them here." He then laid down a huge sleeping bag, and some pillows, both pulled from some kind of small chest. "I thought we'd have more time, but I always have a backup plan."

Chris shivered despite the heat, "Wait but..." He looked at Morgana.

Morgana knew what he was thinking. She hadn't yet talked to him about Damon, and so he was wondering about all of them getting naked together.

"I'll go first," Damon said, and in a flash of light, his suit was gone. "You both have seen me naked, and vice versa. It's time we talk about it. But first, get in the bag before hypothermia sets in."

Chris pointed to the absence of the suit. "We're just going to ignore-"

"I can't talk about it, it's not really relevant to the immediate now, and I'm not letting you distract us from the real conversation that has to happen."

Morgana blinked and figured that was the end of that. Chris looked at her, and she shrugged. She wasn't going to contradict Damon here. She nestled in the sleeping bag between Chris and Damon. She stared into Chris' eyes, as neither of them could figure out what to say. Damon let a lot of silence rest between them. He didn't want them to rush, after all. As the morning passed, he eventually realized he had to start it.