Authors: Victoria Zagar
Tags: #sci-fi, #gay, #space, #glbt, #alien, #science fiction, #m/m romance, #alien sex, #war, #gay romance
Heart Of The Sun (12 page)
“I am the leader of the Resistance base here,” the man said, and the voice seemed familiar to Alan. “We will listen to your information now.”
“No way...” Alan said. “Chester?”
Alan’s younger brother let his hood down and smiled. “Damn, I’m busted. I was hoping I could keep you in suspense a little longer.”
“Chester, what the hell are you doing all the way out here? I thought you were at home with Mom and Dad? I thought you were going to med school?”
“I was. Until I stumbled upon some information a year ago that I shouldn’t have. I was researching Karalian reproduction for my thesis. I found old research dating back two hundred years that detailed the method for creating hybrid beings that would not kill the mother. But I didn’t even get to present my thesis before agents showed up at my house, destroyed everything I had learned and got me kicked out of the university.” He shook his head. “I had it, Alan. The Holy Grail. I couldn’t forget that they took it from me. I was visiting London, still sore about what had happened when I met an agent of the Resistance at my college. When I learned about what the Karalian High Council was doing to the
kast’ka
... I signed up. My knowledge of Humans has made me a valuable asset to the Resistance.”
“The World Government is collaborating with the Karalian High Council to extend this war,” Alan says.
“We know,” Chester says. “We were able to intercept your transmission with Martin. It was very enlightening. We had no idea the parasite used for the murder of the kast’ka was in fact developed as a Human biological weapon. You’ll be interested to know we have scientists working around the clock to find an antidote. Let me show you.” He opens the door and ushers them out.
They march through hallways, trying to keep up with Chester’s youthful speed. He rushes into the crowded lab and up to a containment tube, pressing buttons on a computer in front of it. A tiny sample is inside, hooked up to a microscope. The parasite displays on the screen, wiggling about in the dish.
“All this time I thought it was some kind of Karalian worm, somehow modified to kill Karalians,” Chester says. “It never occurred to me that its origin might be Human. Computer, scan against all known Human worm types.”
“No matches found,” the computer says.
“We tried that already,” one scientist interjected. “If it was that easy, we’d already have an answer.”
“If only we knew what it was, we could create some kind of counter-measure for it,” Chester says.
Alan looks at the worm-like parasite. “Could it be that it’s some kind of hybrid? I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time now, would it?”
“Huh,” Chester says. “That’s brilliantly simple, yet I never thought about it. Computer, create a model for possible hybrid worms from both planets and scan.”
“Possible match found,” the computer says. “Displaying on screen now.”
The worm appeared on the computer screen and Chester studied in intently as other scientists gathered around. “Huh. It’s a tapeworm mixed with the Karalian zarinworm.”
“The zarinworm?” Vash says. “That is nothing but a simple parasite.”
“Indeed, same with the tapeworm,” Chester says. “Could be that when their genes come together, they acquire a taste for flesh, or they’ve been genetically modified in some way. I’ll have to do further research, but it’s a start.” He starts typing away on the keyboard frantically. “I’m sorry,” he says, realizing he’s ignoring them. “I’ll have someone show you to your rooms.”
* * *
“I can’t believe it,” Alan says later, sitting in his room with Vash after a hot shower and a good meal. “I can’t believe Chester’s here. I can’t believe we have a lead on that horrendous parasite. If he can find a cure, we can rip the fangs out of the commandos.”
“It will mean traveling to Karalia undercover,” Vash says, “to distribute the cure amongst the
kast’ka
still living there. It won’t be easy. Karalia is under a state of martial law. Then there’s the question of bringing down the High Council, which will not be an easy task.”
“Somehow, I know that won’t stop you,” Alan says. Vash looks away and Alan puts a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. I’m coming too. I’ll need a little facial surgery first, but I’m not letting you go alone.”
“Are you sure?” Vash asks. “You may never see your parents again.”
“There’s always that risk,” Alan says, “but I know Mom and Dad would want me to look out for Chester, too. Karalia and Earth need our help. I won’t stop until both worlds are free.”
Vash puts his hand on Alan’s face, stroking the stubble he feels there. He leans in for a kiss, pulling Alan down on top of him. Alan gasps as he feels Vash’s erection through his pants. He reaches down and strokes him through the tight fabric, feeling his own fires rise up inside. He strips Vash, throwing his fresh clothes on the floor as Vash gets tangled up in his. Soon they are naked and Alan wastes no time planting kisses on Vash’s body and tracing the red lines that cover him. His mouth finally reached Vash’s cock, but Vash pushes him away.
“No,” he whispers. “You know what I want.”
“Now?” Alan asks.
“Tomorrow and the day after that are uncertain. We may not get another chance. I want what I have been denied my whole life, Alan. I want you.”
“Okay.” Alan gets up from the bed and goes to the dispenser in the wall, pressing a button and catching the small bottle of lube that comes out. He spreads it on his fingers as he walks back to the bed. He gently eases Vash’s legs apart and slides one finger inside, enjoying Vash’s gasps. He eases another one in, making sure Vash is well-prepared for what is to come. He slicks his own cock with the lube and presses inside, stifling a cry at the heat and tightness of Vash. He lets Vash adjust to him before moving slowly out and back in. Vash plays with himself as Alan fucks him, his face twisted into a pattern of desire with his cheeks flushed and eyes lidding. Alan leans in and kisses him as he feels the momentum building. He comes with a moan, Vash following soon after. Alan slips out and lies next to Vash, curling up contentedly.
“I could never have imagined this eighteen days ago,” Alan says, tracing his finger through the puddle of Vash’s seed that was pooling on his stomach. If anybody had told me I would fall for a Karalian, I probably would have punched them.”
“That first day, I did consider shooting you,” Vash admits.
“What made you change your mind?”
“I don’t know. I just sensed... something in you. A kindred spirit.”
“I’m glad you didn’t shoot me,” Alan says. “Or I would have died thinking that Karalians were evil.” He nestled his head on Vash’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. “I guess we should get up, see if Chester needs anything. I’m sure Martin is combing Rinax for this base.” He sits up.
“We will have time for that later, but I don’t think we’re finished yet.” Vash pulls Alan back down, and Alan feels Vash’s hard prick pressing against him as he rolls on top. His own cock twitches in response, and he pushes thoughts of their uncertain future aside as Vash’s lips meet his. His doubts and fears disappear into dust as Vash presses their cocks together and he is carried away on the flames of desire, right into the heart of the sun.
About The Author:
Victoria was born in the United Kingdom but emigrated to the United States at age 21. She's bisexual, happily married and still shouts in a British accent.
She’s been reading and writing m/m and f/f romance pretty much non-stop since 2006, after dabbling with short stories since childhood. She decided to release sci-fi m/m romance novel Written In The Stars in June 2012 and launch herself into the the exciting world of self-publishing, which has been an incredible journey of learning and self-improvement.
Look her up on Goodreads today or visit the Infinite Love website at http://victoriazagar.com
Other books by Victoria Zagar:
Written In The Stars
Rainy Days
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