An Anakim Love

by Caroline Pierce

  And if I'm honest, a part of me wanted him to lust after me the way I lust after him.

  Chapter 4 - Gin

  The puny human amused me. Under my amusement, something else lurked, something deep and real. Luke was brave. When his people shot us, he stood by. He was the one who politely knocked on our door and greeted us without weapons and when I showed him the reality of his race; I swear a tear welled in his eye.

  Unless humans show happiness through tears?

  The rest of his emotions, fear and uncertainty align with how we showed emotion.

  I led him to the engine room. The problem did not mystify us. Our power source fractured in the crash without it we don't have enough power to take off. Soon, our shields will fail. The humans will kill us. They will dissect our bodies in the name of science.

  Hopefully, my parents won't mourn my loss too long or too hard.

  Smart as a button, Luke homed in on the problem. He squinted at the lightning rock, and ran his finger down the deep fissure cutting through it.

  "You need a new one of, um, this thing," he said, gently extracting the lightening rock from its cradle. "This one’s cracked."

  "Lightening rock is the best way to describe it in your language," I explained. "It came from deep within one of Anakim's, um, volcanoes I think you call them. It's our power source. The crash damaged it."

  "Well, we don't have lightning rocks on Earth," Luke said.

  "We know."

  "But we have nuclear fuel. With NASA's help, I might be able to adjust your ship to run off nuclear power."

  I scrunched my nose. My planet studied Earth for a long time. We know all about nuclear fuel.

  "No," I said, "We don't want your dirty, dangerous nuclear power going anywhere farther than Earth."

  His face crumpled. His shoulders slouched. I ignored the knot forming in my stomach.

  "I know you didn't create nuclear fuel, Luke," I said, "but it's bad and I don't want it spreading past Earth. We want to fix the lightning rock. It will self-repair if we heat enough but we need a lot of heat, more than we can generate here."

  "Like from a volcano?" he grinned.

  "Yeah, I guess a volcano would do it."

  "There's a massive one about half a mile from here, but I'm not sure how you'd get close enough to it to heat your rock without melting yourself."

  "We have ways. Can you get us a safe passage? Our ship has no weapons, but it has instruments which would be dangerous in human hands. We cannot let them take us. We'll self-destroy before it happens."

  "No..." he flung himself toward me, arms open. At the last second, he faltered, stepping back sheepishly. "I meant, no, I can help. I'll get you safe passage, Gin, I promise."

  Luke is a rare human. A good one. In all the years we studied them, we only spotted a few. I guided us back to the control room.

  "Luke will help us," I told my shipmate. "He knows where we can find heat to repair the lightning rock and he will help us gain safe passage."

  "Excellent," Aata rubbed his hands together. The young trainee space agent came on this trip reluctantly. He wanted to help the Sothari race, to save the few survivors but back home his mate is with child and he didn't want to leave her. When we crashed, his spirit broke. he sobbed rivers for his unborn young and his mate.

  "Luke, you must stay for dinner and allow us to thank you properly," Aata said clapping his hands. "I'll cook."

  Kaito and I groaned. Aata's cooking is not thanks.

  "I'd like that," Luke smiled.

  "You wouldn't if you'd ever tried Aata's cooking," Kaito moaned. Aata's joy was so much he ignored the jibe and skipped off toward the kitchen. In seconds, the putrid aroma of burned flesh filled our stricken ship.

  ***

  Luke finished every mouthful of Aata's woeful attempt at cooking. A polite gesture, I thought. One I was certain his gut would regret later. Kaito fetched the drinks.

  "Your life is so wonderful," Luke said, sipping the bright orange alcoholic drink. "It's so brave of you to travel so far. I struggled with going from one state to another when I joined the army," Luke admitted. Luke reached out to touch my arm. The hairs on my skin stood on end. Up close, once you get past his tiny stature, the human man was pleasing on the eye. Dark, close cut hair covered his scalp. His pink-toned human skin was a few shades darker than other humans. A suntan he called it when I asked. Stubble covered his sharp jawline. He had rich, deep brown eyes not dazzling glowing ones like my race. Luke's eyes were deep and soulful.

  I licked my lips suddenly aware I was staring at him and even more aware he was staring back.

  "Ahem," Kaito coughed. "Aata, didn't we, um, have that thing to do?"

  "What thing?" Aata frowned. Kaito glowered him mouthing words I could not see or hear.

  "Oh, that thing, yeah I remember. We better get started."

  The two junior shipmates left. Luke inhaled.

  Oh sweet, heavens, he is perfect.

  His eyes widened. He leaned in, his lips parted. I tried to resist, and I failed, badly. I grabbed his head, pulling him close, smashing our lips together.

  The taste of a human is unusual. His saltiness spread over my tongue. His firm, short tongue delved into my mouth. Teeth clashed. His heart pounded against his ribs. Tiny hands fumbled with my shirt.

  "Not here," I growled.

  I'm a senior officer and royalty. If my men caught me in a compromising position, I am certain they would refrain from ever speaking about it but every time I stood in front of them giving speeches or orders, I would remember it. I took his hand, dragging him down the corridor to my room.

  "You have a bed," he mused, his wide brown eyes scanning the room. "And a mirror and...."

  "Yeah, most species live in very similar ways," I snapped, pulling at his clothes, impatient to get him naked. He stepped back, pulling his khaki green shirt over his head.

  For a human, I had to admit he was well built. His impressive abs rippled as he stepped toward me. I held my breath, waiting for his electric touch to heat my skin.

  "Your turn," he whispered, teasing the hem of my shirt. Desperate for his warm skin against mine, I tore my shirt open. He pressed himself to my chest, his head rested below my beating heart.

  "You have a heart," he sighed, placing his hand above the throbbing muscle. His words brought home just how out of place he was. Until today humans argued over the existence of other intelligent life forms. Luke's people existed in my world since before I was born but to Luke, I was new, unknown. He still strolled up to our ship and knocked on the door. His bravery floored me. We could have vaporized him on sight, it didn't stop him.

  "Why did you knock on our door?" I asked him pulling him away to study his deep brown eyes.

  "They wanted to shoot at your ship. I thought knocking was more civilized and polite. You had done nothing to make us believe you were a threat."

  "So, you didn't want us to retaliate and kill you or you were afraid for our safety."

  "I didn't war no matter who wins it's always the innocent who pay the highest price."

  With those words, I fell in love.

  We tumbled to the bed, a mess of tangled limbs and passion. His lips found mine, his tongue sought mine out as he explored my mouth.

  "So sweet," he murmured. My erection pressed against his thigh, all nine inches. He didn't shrink away. His hands reached to my waistband. He slipped my pants down my legs. At the sight of my massive, twitching silver cock, he groaned. His tongue snaked over his lips.

  "Um, how do you, your people make love?"

  "Let me show you," I laughed. I pushed him back to the bed. My lips landed on his chest, showering his torso with kisses. His back arched. Between his legs, an impressive cock tented his pants. I'd worried he would be too small to satisfy me, but I needn't have worried. He matched my size inch for inch.

  My kisses ran down his belly, to the top of his pants. I fumbled with his buckle. Finally, it popped open. His cock sprang free, ran-rod hard an
d ready for my mouth.

  Pre-cum glistened on the tip. I inched my long, red tongue forward, flicking it over the tip. Luke growled, his head back, his back arched. His taut muscles tensed. His cum was saltier than his kisses, strange but not unpleasant. I wrapped my lips around his cock, dipping my head slowly. My mouth took his whole cock. He hit the back of my throat, making me gag. His hips bucked. I wanted all of him. I needed all of him.

  He held my head, wrapping his fingers into my long braids. The tiny human, new to my world took control, showing me exactly what he wanted, and I fucking loved him for it. His bravery and determination sparked something in me I'd never experienced before. For the first time in my life, I was in love.

  I twisted my head as I slid my mouth down his pulsing shaft, winding my tongue around his dick.

  "Oh Jesus, that should not be legal," he groaned. My nose nestled in his thick patch of pubic hair. His fingers gripped harder at my hair. My cock throbbed.

  Spurred on by Luke's encouragement, eager to please him and desperate to taste him, I bobbed my head in time with the push from his hands. He fucked my throat, his hips rocking forward. A low growl rumbled in his chest. I felt him twitch in my mouth, his balls lifted. His dick exploded, pasting my throat with his hot, salty cum. I waited for the shudder ripping through his body until I released his softening dick from my mouth.

  "My turn," I grinned, letting his cock fall from my mouth. "My people like sharing."

  "Not with your mouth, if, um, that's okay?"

  "That's more than okay."

  I flipped him to his front, lifting his hips so his tight ass jutted in the air. His asshole quivered. I grabbed a bottle of lube from my drawer. Kaito made me bring it. He promised me the Sothari race are all gay smoking hot. I found out a few days ago he was teasing me, but now I'm glad he did. From Luke's tense body, I guessed my size was daunting to him.

  I slathered my dick with lube. Luke glanced over his shoulder, his eyes wide. He wet his lips, swallowing hard.

  "I'll be gentle," I promised him. The last thing I wanted was to scare him off. I loved him. My cock head bumped his asshole. He bit the sheets. His fists balled. I eased my cock head past his tight ring of the muscle. The lube eased my way, but his ass was tight, maddeningly tight. I was seconds away from filling his ass with my seed and I wasn't even halfway in.

  I grabbed his hips, holding him steady. His growl turned to a groan. His asshole clenched around me. I tilted my hips, filling him slowly, letting him get used to my inhuman girth.

  "Oh, fuck, Gin," he whined. He didn't fight to move away, he sank his hips back, spearing his ass on my dick. My balls jerked, slapping into his bare ass. I eased out and then slammed in hard. His howls echoed off the walls. Human men have a pleasure button in their ass, like the one my kind have. The prostate gland they call. I hit the soft, pea shaped ball of nerves with the head of my cock. He sighed, relaxing into the bed.

  Waves of pleasure washed over him, evidenced by his limb shaking. His pleasure pushed me over the edge. I thrust into his ravaged asshole hard and erupted, painting his insides with my cum.

  We both sank to the bed in a hot, sweaty mess.

  "When you leave," he asked, rolling to his side. His eyes met mine, tears welled in his. "Can I go with you?" He bit his lip, waiting for my answer.

  "Yes."

  A sigh of relief escaped his lips.

  "Luke, I love you. I intend to travel the stars with you."

  "That'd be nice."

  "But first you must get me off your hellhole planet."

  He laughed, crawling into my arms. We spent the night caressing each other. I never wanted to let him go. If we wanted to live, I must.

  Chapter 5 - Luke

  Arms above my head, an ache between my ass cheeks, I stepped off the ship. My unit pointed guns at me. Men in hazmat suits raced toward me.

  "Get down on the floor, soldier, NOW!"

  The ship closed behind me, dulling the deep roar of protest coming from Gin. I dropped to my front, clasping my hands behind my back. The hazmat men cuffed me and yanked me to my feet. Within seconds they had me in a secure medical vehicle. They whisked me back to base.

  "I'm fine," I insisted. A doctor shined a torch in my face.

  "What did they do to you?" the general demanded. The head of NASA stood at his side, scribing furiously on a notepad.

  "They did nothing," I said. Once again, they subjected me to a battery of needless, humiliating tests.

  "Apart from some small tears around his anus, he is in perfect health and appears coherent," the doctor addressed the men in the room like I wasn't there.

  "They probed him?" The NASA man gasped.

  "No," I said. My cheeks burned. I dropped my chin. "I, um, I consented."

  They snapped their heads toward me.

  "And, um, it wasn't a probe."

  My desire to save Gin outweighed any scrap of dignity I had left after their tests.

  "His name is Gin, and he's, um, a friend."

  The room grew so quiet I could hear the air conditioner unit quietly buzzing away.

  "He always was odd, that one," my commander sneered.

  "Gay, you mean?" I snapped. "I am gay, not odd."

  More men piled into the room, their lips pursed, their heads shaking. To my horror. the President joined them. Through the door, they filed through I spotted monitors and speakers. They heard every word. I clamped my hands together, resting them in my lap. A breeze rushed up the back of my hospital gown. I waited for the ground to open and swallow me.

  "What weaknesses do they have?"

  "None."

  "Weapons, son, do they have weapons?"

  "Are they here to impregnate our men?"

  "What? No!" I snapped my head up. "Of course they're not. I wasn't raped. They're a missionary ship. They were on a rescue mission when they crashed here. They want to leave but their ship is damaged. The Anakim are a peaceful race."

  "Do they have weapons?" My commander asked, licking his lips. HIs eyes glowed, his nostrils flared. He smelled victory lingering on the horizon.

  "Yes," I said firmly. "They have no attack weapons but they have defense ones. They have enough explosives on board to blow Earth to smithereens."

  A collective gasp hurried through them.

  "And why would a missionary ship have explosives?"

  "Um, to blow up a mountain. On a planet much bigger than ours. There was an earthquake. They were on their way to rescue survivors. If we try to take them, they will detonate the ship."

  They all yelled at once. Homeland Security wanted to arrest me. The FBI wanted access to alien surveillance tech. The army wanted info on the weaponry and defense tools. NASA wanted to interview Gin.

  I rested my forehead on the cold stainless steel bench in front of me.

  "They just want to go home," I cried. "They're worried contact with humans will start a war. Gin thinks if we access their tech, we will use it to destroy ourselves and others."

  More yelling bellowed out of them. Their voices merged into one.

  I raised my head. My eyes found the only quiet person in the room. The president stood, his head shaking, his lips downturned.

  "Please, Mr. President, they just want to go home to their parents. We're not ready for alien contact, not yet."

  "What do they need, soldier," he asked me. A hush fell over the room. All eyes turned to me.

  "Gin wants safe passage to Yellowstone. There's something there he needs to repair his ship."

  The shouting exploded again.

  "He'll detonate the super volcano, blow us out of the solar system," my commander screamed. His face turned puce. The veins his neck bulged.

  "Will he meet with me on his ship?" the president asked.

  "Yes, Mr. President, but only you. You must not be armed."

  Against the advice of his staff, he agreed to my terms. He picked the clothes up the army stripped me off and handed them back.

  "Get dressed, son. We have a
meeting with some aliens."

  Chapter 6 – Gin

  Luke called ahead on the communications device he left behind. He’d made progress on negotiating me safe passage to a volcano but there was a hitch. To gain the hymns trust I must meet with the leader of their free world, Oliver Maxwell, President of the United States of America.

  “Okay,” I agreed. “I trust you. I will meet with him.”

  “Thank you,” Luke sounded relieved. He ended the call without saying goodbye. I swallowed down the hurt rising in my gut and logged into our intelligence system. President Oliver Maxwell, in the eyes of the wider galaxy, is a good man. Tolerance and peace are important to him. Humanity was making progress.

  I strolled to my closet. If one is to meet the leader of the free world one must look the part. Luke's gentle, polite knocking echoed through the control room. I straightened the crown resting on my head and raced to Aata and Kaito.

  “Scan them,” I ordered.

  “Of course, your Royal Highness,” Kaito bowed his head. An air of formality hung in the air, drowning out our usual friendly camaraderie. Aata, the youngest of us three sulked at the rear of the room, tugging on his stiff shirt collar.

  “They’re unarmed, Your Highness.”

  “Allow them entry.”

  “Yes, Your Highness.”

  The doors lifted. Luke stood at the side of President Oliver Maxwell. The pair made an odd couple. Luke was tall, proud and brave. His young skin glowed with health. The President walked with a stoop, cowed by age. His watery blue eyes scanned the ship. Luke didn’t do that when rolled onto our ship the first time. Luke’s tender brown eyes fixed on me and never moved once. Though, I was pointing a mobile x-ray machine at his head.

  “Mr. President, welcome to The Haven, Anakim's first response rescue ship.” I extended my hand, a human custom we learned from our intelligence system. Luke's brow furrowed. His eyes zoomed in on my crown then dropped down my body, taking in my Royal dress. “I am Prince Gin of Anakim. This is Aata and Kaito, medics for our rescue squad.”

  The corner of Luke’s lips twitched.