A Blake's 7/Invaders story by Yuchtar

       Dayna really didn't mind taking the midnight watch aboard Liberator. Most of her life had been spent in virtual exile, so being alone was second nature. The fact was, she enjoyed viewing the old Earth digital vids the crew had picked up somewhere along the way. She left Earth as a very small child, so she really didn't recall much about it at all. The vids were fun to watch and often made her dream of an Earth that she knew no longer existed. The series she was currently watching was something called "The Invaders" and was about an alien invasion of Earth. An architect named David Vincent saw the aliens land, but nobody would believe him when he tried to warn the world about it. It was kind of frustrating at times, but the lead character was very handsome and she sometimes enjoyed turning off the sound and just watching him. He had perfect lips, she thought. Perfectly kissable lips. Almost as perfect as Avon ............

       "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."
       Dayna looked up into a pair of gorgeous slate blue eyes. "What?"
       "I apologised for startling you."
       "No, I wasn't startled - how'd you get in here?"
       "The door was open - don't tell them I'm here, huh?"
       "The door?" Dayna looked around and realised she was sitting in the family room of her father's grounded space ship home beneath the sea on Sarran. She was dreaming, she decided with a grin. "Them?"
       "It's a long and complicated story - you wouldn't believe me if I told you anyway."
       The smooth, clear voice and the unruly blondish hair, framing those clear blue eyes and that perfect mouth - Dayna was incredibly aroused. "Mr. Vincent, isn't it?" she asked as she rose and moved closer.
       "How'd you know my name?"
       "I know a lot about you - and I won't tell anyone you're here." She gently kissed him.
       "I don't even know you, miss ......."
       "Dayna. My name is Dayna Mellanby - and I'd love to get to know you better - right now." She coiled herself around his body, so that he fell back against the cushions. Her mouth was all over him, exploring, tasting. She pulled off his neck tie and popped the buttons on his shirt, running her hands across the firm expanse of finely haired chest.
       "Oh, man - this is soooo weird, Dayna," he said breathlessly.
       "Don't you want me, David?"
       "Oh, yeah. I hardly know you, but I sure as hell want you all right." He slipped out of the shirt and ran his hands up the simple tunic dress Dayna wore. She had no undergarments on and his hands kneaded the firm ebony flesh they found there.
       Sliding out of the dress, Dayna opened Vincent's trousers and slipped them off. He was conveniently barefoot already - dreams were helpful that way. She actually had no practical experience in sexual technique, but she had read all about it and in her dream, she was in complete control. Vincent sighed deeply as she took his stiffening cock into her mouth. She knew just what to do to get him good and hard. With a gleeful squeal, she crawled up his body and took his mouth in hers. "You know, you have the most perfect lips?" she said to him between kisses.
       "As perfect as Avon's?"
       She leaned back and looked at him. How did he know about Avon? She must have been thinking of him, is all. Before she could think of a suitable reply, Avon walked in.
       "Dayna," he said. "Thought you might like a little company, but I see you've already got some."
       "Join us," Vincent said before Dayna could respond.
       Avon raised one eyebrow at the suggestion, and then grinned. "Don't mind if I do," he said as he pulled off the studded black leather jacket he wore. The turtleneck sweater beneath came off just as quickly and the boots a moment later. Avon knelt behind Dayna and grasped her hips in his rough hands. He bent low and ran his tongue over her clit. "Hmmmmm - seems you're quite wet enough as it is." He pulled off the tight leather pants and rubbed his erection through her juices a few times to lubricate himself.
       Dayna wasn't sure what to think about all this. She decided to enjoy the twist her dream had taken and moaned as she wiggled her ass over Avon's cock.
       "Ease yourself down, Dayna," Avon told her, providing a slight pressure with his hand to ease her down over Vincent's shaft. "That's it. Good?"
       Vincent and Dayna groaned in unison.
       "I'll take that as a yes," Avon replied with a grin. Slowly, he pushed himself into her so that both men filled her soaking pussy at once.
       She moaned loudly - sure that this should hurt, but unable to imagine the pain. Instead, she was awash with erotic pleasure as both men pumped inside her.
       Unable to control her spasming body as she reached orgasm, Dayna collapsed across Vincent's chest. Avon leaned down and brushed his lips against Vincent's. Vincent leaned up and reciprocated. As Dayna relished the last few involuntary spasms of her body, Vincent and Avon relished the taste of one another. Dayna sighed and slid out from between the two men. She was completely satiated for the moment and she lay across the pillows on the floor with her arms outstretched and her eyes closed as her body twitched to the remembered sensations floating through her head.

       Meanwhile, the two men were not yet satisfied. With Dayna out of the way for the moment, they were free to embrace completely, and this they did - their engorged cocks rubbing against each other. As they kissed, Avon reached down and grasped his own cock - poising it above Vincent's. Placing the two heads together, he pulled his foreskin down and over Vincent's.
       Vincent moaned as the sensitive tip of his manhood was enveloped and caressed, Avon's precum mingling with his own. He took Avon's lead and tried the same thing with his foreskin - forcing a slight moan from Avon's perfect lips as well. They assaulted each other like this for a while, until orgasmic release overcame them both. Groaning into each other's mouths, they released their fluids together and made quite a mess between them.

       By this time, Dayna had recovered her senses and was sitting with her legs crossed before her, a deep scowl on her face.
       As Avon sat back with a sigh, he noticed Dayna's posture. "What's wrong, Dayna? Feeling left out?"
       "Damned straight! This *is* my dream, after all!"
       Vincent and Avon laughed in unison - two perfect sets of lips parted seductively, two sets of overpowering eyes - one clear blue, the other deep brown - two sexy voices ringing together .....

       "You should leave ORAC switched on if you're going to fall asleep on watch."
       Dayna snapped her eyes open. "What?"
       "I said, you should leave ORAC switched on if you're going to fall asleep on watch."
       It was Avon - hair a little disheveled, perfect lips half open in a seductive pout, deep brown eyes a little irritated and a little amused.
       "I guess I was dreaming," Dayna said absently.
       "Yes, that would explain your nakedness on the bridge."
       "What?" Dayna looked down and found she was indeed naked.

       "Avon, I want you."
       "Of course you do." He grinned.
       "Avon, you're needed on the bridge now!"

       Avon snapped his eyes open.
       "Avon!"
       He hit the comm button next to his bed. "Yes?"
       "We've got pursuit ships on long range scanners - we'd appreciate your company on the bridge."
       "Yes, all right, Tarrant - I'm on my way."
       Avon rose from his damp bed and had a look around. Hmmmmm, he thought - been a while since I've had a wet dream. His gaze fell upon the digital vid player and he grinned. "Have to watch more of those "Invaders" vids," he said to himself as he dressed and headed for the bridge.