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An Anakim Love
Gay Alien Romance
By: Caroline Pierce
Table of Contents
An Anakim Love
Description
Chapter 1 – Luke
Chapter 2 - Luke
Chapter 3 – Luke
Chapter 4 - Gin
Chapter 5 - Luke
Chapter 6 – Gin
Chapter 7 - Rose
Chapter 8 - Gin
Epilogue – Luke
An Anakim Love
Description
When the army is called upon to investigate the strange object that crashed to Earth, special ops solider Luke is only too happy to volunteer. Aliens don’t exist anyway, do they? Plus, it’s better than war.
Luke’s unusual tactic to open the crashed ship gets him a lot more than he bargained for.
Gin, the future king of an alien planet, spots something in Luke he wants, and royalty always gets what it wants.
But can Luke help Gin and his crew get home before the Army blows them up?
Chapter 1 – Luke
I marched single file into the meeting hall with my fellow special ops soldiers. An excited, whispered chatter rushed through us. Rumor had it, something crashed to Earth last night, close to our base. A group of geeky guys arrived at our base this morning. Bruce, my bunkmate, swore blind they were from NASA. Aliens were always something I thought were confined to sci-fi movies and the minds of sick men and women, but now I'm not so sure.
Our unit commander marched to the front of the mess hall, holding up his hand for silence. The excited chatter died to a low dim.
"Gentlemen," he bellowed. The chatter ceased completely, "As I'm sure you've heard, a strange object crashed landed here late last night. The object landed fifteen miles from our base, decimating a small, abandoned farm. Local police cordoned off the area. We sent infantry to secure the area. After much consideration, the Pentagon asked special ops to lead the exploration team into the 'vessel.'"
He air quoted the words vessel with his fingers. I sucked in a gasp of sweat-laced air. Bruce patted my leg, his grin so wide it threatened to split his face in half.
"Told you," he mouthed at me. I glued my eyes to the front, ignoring his gleeful righteousness.
"The operation will take place at 0800 hours tomorrow. Captain Martin will lead Alpha Unit One into the craft securing safe entry for the boys from NASA. That's if the damn rock has an entrance," my commander continued.
"That's us," Bruce hissed, stating the obvious.
After dismissal from the meeting, we filed back to the common room, all eager to make clear our thoughts on the “vessel.”
"It's aliens for sure," Bruce grinned.
A few fellow special ops soldiers dismissed him as insane, shaking their heads at his lunacy.
"Space debris, that's all it is, probably one of NASA's own they lost track of. It's lucky there was no one at the farm," Craig, our unit intelligence officer said.
"What do you think, Luke?" Bruce asked.
"Keeping an open mind," I grinned, taking my leave and excusing myself to bed. If aliens have landed, I wanted to be fresh and alert for meeting them. I crawled into my bunk, pulling the itchy green blanket to my chin and closing my eyes.
Sleep proved elusive. My mind raced with images of tall, faceless gray men with bug-eyes and long, bony fingers. When I did eventually sleep, nightmares plagued me. Aliens snatched me in the night, lifting me from my bed with a laser beam. They strapped me to a cold, metal bench and probed in the most intimate places. I woke drenched in sweat with a raging erection. As if being gay weren't bad enough in the Army, apparently, I was now also attracted to rail thin gray men with long, silver probes. I turned over, pulling the green blanket up over my head.
Chapter 2 - Luke
At exactly 0800 hours, my unit gathered in the mess hall waiting for transport to the crash site. I was on team one, paired with Bruce to be first to enter the object. Bruce took this news well, only bouncing slightly with joy by rocking on his heels. I was more dubious than joyful. They ordered a second unit on standby, presumably to jump to Earth's defense if aliens decimated unit one.
Both units piled into the Army green Jeep. A heaviness hung over us. Only the rumble of the Jeep's engine filled the silence. Bruce chewed his fingernails to the quick. It wasn't the same tension that hung over us when we were preparing to drop into a war zone. War is old hat, we know our enemies. We know the risks. If Bruce were right, alien technology might wipe us out in an instant or we could become the first men on Earth to meet an alien race. Neither scenario sat well with me. One brought instant death, the other brought a fame and fortune I didn't want.
By 0815, we pulled up outside the farm. A few infantry soldiers stood guard at the gate. We passed three roadblocks on our way to the run-down farmhouse. When the Jeep pulled to the halt, we all climbed out. My heart pounded, blood whooshed in my ears.
The rock looked similar to a ship. It was brown, like space debris but the shape wasn't right. It was like a flattened, elongated oval with triangular ridges along the top. If there were doors, they weren't immediately obvious. They split special ops into teams of two as per previous arrangement. We circled the ship, checking for access panels for signs of life. It was no rock that was for sure. Rocks didn't have ridges like that one did, rocks weren't smooth and flat at the bottom and rocks didn't give off a low mechanical hum. We found no easy entry points.
Our men gathered a few feet away, leaning over the hood of an Army Jeep. An argument over how to gain entry to the ship was in full swing when I strolled over. NASA insisted the use of firearms and explosives was overkill. My unit commander insisted the safety of his men and civilian life were paramount.
I'd watched too many alien movies to be part of anything involving alien spaces ships and explosives. It never worked out well for the armed forces and I didn't spot Tom Cruise waiting in the wings to rescue us.
"Has anyone tried knocking?" I asked.
Laughter swept through the crowd. Even NASA found my suggestion hilarious. Their boss, a stout man with patchy gray stubble on his chin laughed so hard, the vein throbbing in his temple was sure to burst.
"Go on then," my unit leader wheezed between bouts of uncontrolled hysteria, "Knock."
I rolled my shoulders, striding toward the ship with a fake air of confidence while vehemently wishing I said nothing. It was the stupidest thing ever to leave my lips.
Knock. Like aliens call around each other's space houses and politely share cups of tea.
I paused in front of the ship and took a deep breath. Even if aliens knocked on each other's doors, I didn't know if the pointy end of the ship was the door. It could be the waste disposal hatch my fist hammered on.
I tapped lightly on the rough, hard rock and closed my eyes. Sweat clung to my back. My unit stood still and silent. Their judgmental eyes bored into the back of my head. I hunched my shoulders.
The mechanical hum grew louder. My pulse picked up three notches. Lights flashed and beeped.
“Luke, get of there,” Bruce yelled.
I opened my eyes. The top of the ship inched up. My stomach dropped.
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br /> I came eye to eye with the brightest blue eyes I’d ever saw. They stunned blue eyes knocked me sideways. A twinge fluttered between my legs. The tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. My feet moved forward. My hands drifted up, reaching towards the stunning eyes.
"Stand down soldier," someone yelled way off in the distance. My feet stayed rooted in the spot. My eyes didn't budge from the clear blue diamonds staring back at me. I didn't see who, or what, they belonged to. I only noticed the blazing blue irises.
"Get back!" Someone curled a strong grip around my bicep and yanked me away. My body turned to ice. I fell to the ground bereft of the dazzling blue gaze locked on my face.
Soldiers raced forward, rifles aimed at the ship. The ship slammed down, the lights and buzzing silenced. My unit stood, open-mouthed, as their dazed faces flicked from to the ship and back again. Gunfire shattered the silence. I tried to scream but my voice caught in my throat. All I could think of were those eyes. They were beautiful, like deep pools of tranquil, turquoise water.
Bullets bounced off a protective shield, dropping impotently to the ground. Amid the screaming, gunfire and explosions, I remained mesmerized, unable to see or anything but the memory of those blue eyes. I had a vague notion of being carried off somewhere. An engine rumbled beneath me.
"Is he okay?" Bruce's voice drifted on the horizon.
"Get him to medical, stat," someone replied.
Chapter 3 – Luke
Doctors stuck ice cold stethoscopes to my chest and tapped metal hammers on my knees. They scanned me, x-rayed me and checked me over with radiation meter readers. All the while, I sat numb, thinking of those eyes and the beauty they held. Whatever happened, I must see them again.
"He's in shock, but as healthy as a newborn baby," the doctor announced, grinning proudly.
Of course, I'm alive, I wanted to scream, the owner of those stunning, peaceful eyes would never harm me.
My unit commander ordered Bruce to help me back to the base. My commander put me on bed rest until I recovered. It suited me fine. With my poor mental state on everyone’s mind, my unit left me to recover in peace. We'd all suffered the effects of war on our mentality. An unspoken vow of silence passed between us. If a man needed space, you gave him space.
They wanted to ask me questions. I heard them all whispering.
"What did he see? Did it hurt him? Was he frightened? Are we in danger?"
I ignored them all. As night fell, they drifted to bed one by one, eager to start a new day and defeat the aliens invading us. I waited until their breathing grew heavy and slipped my boots on. Getting off base was the easy part. I was a soldier, not a prisoner. I was there because I wanted to be. I slipped past the gate and trekked the fifteen miles to the alien ship.
Armed soldiers stood guard, their senses on hyper-drive. Wide-eyed, their fingers itched on the triggers of their rifles. A branch crunched in the trees, they whipped around waving their guns into the darkness. I scrambled on the ground for a rock. My fist closed around a large, shiny pebble. My skin prickled.
I must see those eyes again.
The stone bounced off an army Jeep as I tossed away from the ship.
All five of them snapped toward the sound.
"Who's there," they a shaking voice demanded, stabbing at the cool night air with his rifle.
Heart thudding, I took my chance and crawled toward the ship. I knocked lightly. Waves of nausea rocked through me, but something compelled me to move forward. I knocked again.
"Check it out," the soldier's leader demanded, pointing towards the rock.
“Go, Jones,” one of them hissed, “check it out.”
“I went last time,” Jones protested.
None of them noticed me, standing stiff as a board in my night clothes, in front of the ship. A light wind ruffled my hair. My skin flamed.
They did hear mechanical whirr of gears and electronics. They noticed the lights and buzzing flashing on top of the ship.
"Get back," the soldiers screamed at me. They waved their guns, inching forward. Terror washed over their faces. Fingers jerked on triggers. Bullets soared past my head, so close they burned my skin. The ship’s top rolled slowly down.
“No,” I cried, dropping to my knees.
I need to see those eyes.
The edge of the ship grazed my shoulder as I rolled in.
Three seven-foot-tall men loomed over me. One pointed a gun-shaped object at my head. Instinctively, I rolled into a ball, covering my head. My insides clenched. The air sucked from my lungs.
Oh, God. I’m going to die.
They warbled a series of angry clicks and vowels at me.
"I'm sorry," I cried. The gun they aimed at my head was bigger than any I've laid eyes on. "I don't understand. Please, I'm not armed, don't shoot."
All three men repeated my words in unison. At least I think they were men. They appeared male by human standards. My rapid breathing slowed. They weren’t shooting. They were talking is good. I hope.
"You don't speak English?" I asked, slowly uncoiling from the fetal position. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself.
They repeated my words again, rolling the English syllables over their long, red tongues.
Hands above my head, I pulled myself to my feet.
"I'm Luke," my voice wavered but the words came out clear. "I come in peace."
They repeated me.
"Luke," I tapped my chest.
"Aata," the tallest said, thumping his wide blue chest.
"Kaito," a second said.
"Gin," the blue-eyed one finally spoke.
Gin tucked the gun he pointed at my head under his arm. His thick heavy hands landed on my shoulders. He patted me down, twisted me around and emptied my pockets. One rolled cigarette, one cell phone, twenty dollars and change were placed on a silver table. Aata and Kaito fell on them, examining each item with curiosity. Gin kept his bright blue eyes on me. He grabbed my arm, thrusting me toward a machine. My feet scarped against the floor. I pushed back desperately wanting to be anywhere but near the machine Gin was forcing me towards.
I raised my arms, covering my face. My heart raced so hard that I worried it would burst.
"English," Gin barked.
"What? I don't understand? The machine speaks English? What are you saying? I'm no threat. I just wanted to talk to you. Please, don't hurt me."
The machine repeated back my frantic warbling. Aata and Kaito joined Gin. All three placed their hands on some sort of control panel. The machine sparked to life. They nodded satisfied with the results of their mystery machine. I heaved a sigh of relief. My knees were weak with relief. I took a second to study my alien captors.
Apart from the glittering silver skin, mammoth size and their bright eyes, they looked human. They had eyes, a nose, a mouth, hands and feet. Only Gin had blue eyes, Kaito and Aata had gold eyes.
The three were muscular and tall. Their long dark hair hung in braids over their shoulders. The clothes they wore, a blue armored shirt with badges on the sleeves, blue pants and black boots reminded me of a military uniform.
"What are you doing, Luke?" Gin asked.
"Huh? You speak English now? Did the machine teach you that?" I turned my attention to the sinister machine they dragged me into moments ago.
"The machine took your words and translated them for us. I am speaking Anakim, but the ship is translating for you."
"Oh."
"Why are you here?"
I shrugged.
"Um, curious I guess?"
And drawn here by your sexy eyes.
I glanced at his groin. A satisfying bulge nestled between his powerful thighs.
"Why are you here?" I asked. "You're the ones who invaded us. We're gonna wanna know who you are when you land your ship on our planet without warning or invitation."
Gin raised his dark eyebrows. The corner of his mouth lifted.
"Invaded you?" He laughed. "Please. We crashed. Trust me when I say Earth
is the last place we'd chose to be."
I crossed my arms, stepping back.
So, Earth isn't perfect. I bet their planet isn't perfect either.
"What? Why?" I snapped.
"Your race is too violent. Our people are peaceful. We don't enjoy violence."
"Humans don't enjoy violence."
Gin pressed buttons on his ship. A projection flashed up on a smooth, gray wall. Images of war and poverty littered the makeshift screen. Humans murdered each other with joyful grins on their faces. An electric chair came into view. Prison guards shoved a prisoner dressed in orange into his cold, wooden seat, pulling a black hood over his face. Cults and oppressive governments yelled hate slogans through hidden speakers.
Humanity laid bare through the eyes of an alien race made for ugly viewing. I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye, suddenly ashamed to call myself human.
"We're not all like that," I said. "If you hate us so much why don't you leave?"
"The crash damaged our ship. We're trying to repair it and you're like that or you wouldn't have joined your race's armed forces."
"I joined to please my father and to make a difference from the inside."
Gin raised his eyebrows. Aata sniggered, nudging his elbow into Kaito's side.
" If it's so goddamn perfect, why does your planet have an army,?" I hissed, waving my hands down Gin's uniform.
"To protect us from violent races. Our army is defensive only and we don't declare war upon our own people, even those who live across the water. I am a missionary, not armed forces. We were on our way to a dying planet to rescue survivors when we hit a meteor storm."
He turned away, locking his misty eyes on the ground, "I guess we won't get there in time now. I am sure your army will find a way to destroy us soon enough."
My heart lunged.
"Please," I said, "let me help. I'm an engineer."
Gin let out a laugh so loud that his whole body shook under its force. My cheeks flamed. I couldn't explain why, but it was important to impress him… And to help him. I joined the army to save innocent lives. If Gin needed to save a dying planet, I wanted to help him.
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