Merge

Merge by Kate Hill published by Jovian Pleasures, an imprint of Jupiter World Press http://www.jovianpleasures.com/ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Electronic Publication: June 2006 This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living and dead, or places, events, or locales is purely coincidental. The characters and events in this book are products of the author’s imagination. This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Jovian Pleasures. Permission granted to make ONE (1) backup copy of this book for archival purposes. Any other duplication of this title violates the author’s copyright and is against the law.

Merge by Kate Hill Summer: 2098 Strong and graceful with eyes the color of polished platinum and blushtipped breasts that fit perfectly against my palms, he was beautiful. I must have loved him from the first, only I was too stupid and concerned about the malicious talk of others to admit it. “Kiss me,” he said, his husky voice both pleading and challenging. I simply stared at him with dumb incomprehension, refusing to banish the pain in his eyes and ease the sickening ache in my chest. “Kiss me,” he pressed. In the distance his companions called to him. If he didn’t go then, he would miss his shuttle home, a journey of several months’ space travel. I knew if I did as he asked and touched my lips to his in the midst of soldiers, scientists, and civilian onlookers, he would gladly stay with me. We would explore each other even more deeply than we had over the past incredible weeks. We would make love out of choice, not out of duty and curiosity. I could almost feel his lips against mine, soft, firm, moist. I could feel him in my arms, his smooth, sinewy legs locked against my heavier, hairroughened ones. I took a hesitant step toward him, but it was too late. He had already turned from me and joined his companions on their way to the launching pad, his posture stiff. His short hair was clipped to a point at his slender nape and I recalled all the times I had tenderly kissed that smooth flesh.

Though he walked like a soldier, I could have chased him, caught him to me, told him I loved him, and he would have stayed with me in my world where I was the soldier -- the man. Sometimes I dream at night that I did stop him, pull him into my arms, devour his mouth with mine as our hot tongues slashed each other like supple blades fencing in the fires of sensual battle. In my dream I strip away his form-fitting black and red uniform and bare his flesh to my eager hands. I cup his firm, round breasts in my palms, teasing his nipples with my thumbs until he gasps with pleasure. Locking one arm behind his back, I haul him higher against me so my erection rubs against his hip as my tongue laps his nipples. Behind us, the onlookers’ eyes widen and they murmur. Some shout abuse at us, but we pay no attention. His hand moves up my thigh and he unzips my trousers. Deft fingers stroke, pet, and tease me until I’m ready to burst with desire. I close my eyes, my heart beating so loudly that it overcomes the shouting crowd. All I know is the panting breath and frantic urging of Geron, my greatest lover and my truest friend. When I awaken, I reach for him and touch only rumpled sheets and a cool pillow. I never should have volunteered for the assignment. I should have taken leave and gone home to Boston, but no, curiosity had nearly cost me what I believed to be my manhood and did cost me my heart. They had made contact with us in the early eighties when a Canadian spacecraft had suddenly lost power two days before they were scheduled to land home. When the aliens helped the craft land safely, people were apprehensive but open to communication with a race that would slowly become part of our own. They looked very much like us and the language barrier was so similar that it was easy to break. Scientists and scholars leapt on them like ants at a barbeque. Of course there were preachers and neo-Nazis who feared for

the purity of the human race. I always wondered what made us think humans were so infallible in the first place. Unfortunately the purists’ fears weren’t completely misplaced.

These new beings warned us of the coming

extinction of both our species. Though most everyone tried to deny it, no one could ignore the rampant diseases and unexplained maladies that slowly shortened our life span and killed at random. It seemed we had developed as much as we could, and nature itself had turned against us. If we joined with these alien beings we could alter creation. We could survive when extinction seemed imminent. With just a few volunteers, the testing began. It took a short time for us to learn that we were sexually compatible, but not in the manner any good volunteer had hoped. Only their men and our men could produce offspring. Religious leaders cringed. Heterosexual men wanted nothing to do with the idea, and homosexual men were disheartened when they realized the alien males looked like women. I could scarcely believe it when I saw their breasts and pelvic structure. The only male characteristic was a small appendage resembling a penis. We weren’t the only ones who had difficulty adjusting. The alien males had the same personality traits as our men. I know. I had my nose broken in many drunken brawls by some of those shapely men. It might have been out of some perverse desire to gain physical power over Them that I volunteered. For years, scientists on both sides tried to artificially inseminate without actual physical contact between the two species, but for some unexplained reason they were doomed to failure. According to rumor, a necessary chemical to the alien reproduction became inactive without actual physical

contact. Some whispered nastily that certain people longed to witness the sexual freak-show of two intermingling species. I didn’t care who was right. I only wanted to satisfy my curiosity as well as earn the huge financial bonus given to any man willing to sleep with one of them. After that first night with Geron, I wasn’t merely willing to sleep with him, I was desperate to. We met in a lab decorated to resemble a hotel room, complete with a comfortable-looking double bed and spotless white breakfast table. As I stepped inside, feeling apprehensive for the first time since I’d taken the assignment, I heard water running in the adjoining bathroom. I stood patiently by the table with my arms crossed behind my back and my feet spread wide in an ultra-masculine stance. Thoughts of the creature behind the closed door whirled through my mind and I wondered if I’d be able to go through with it after all. Then I remembered the black eye I’d gotten from one of them a week ago when an argument had broken out at the military gym they shared with us. Now I realized within moments one of them would be under my control. I would have him pinned beneath me, helpless to be pleasured or abused at my discretion. An overwhelming sense of power caused both my chest and groin to swell. The water stopped, the bathroom door opened, and out he stepped. He wore a form-fitting black uniform with a red stripe running from elbow to ankle down each side. Tall - exactly my height of six feet two inches - and slim, he was sleekly muscled with lean hips and a rounded buttocks. I could hardly keep from staring at his firm breasts. It was impossible to think of him as a man, yet I knew better than to assume otherwise.

His features were fine, even, and androgynous. Large gray eyes gazed at me with calm curiosity. He wore his short brown hair brushed back from his smooth forehead. Like others of his kind, he had no facial hair, not even the hint of stubble. “Mitchel?” he asked in a low, husky voice, both stern and captivating. Already my thoughts of domination had faded and I only imagined holding those perfect breasts. I shrugged. “Call me Mitch. Everybody does. You must be Geron.” “Yes. I’ve researched your background. You’re a pilot from the city of Boston. Twenty-seven years old. Never been married. No children, but ideal for reproduction since you’re in perfect physical health and have no family history of genetic disease, either physical and mental.” “Sorry, but I didn’t bother reading up on you.” He cast a discerning glance in my direction, walked to the bed and sat on it. His back rested against the headboard, one long, muscular leg stretched out in front of him, the other knee bent. “I wanted to know what I was mating with,” he said, “This isn’t some kind of joke. It’s survival.” “And what’s your area of expertise? Psychology?” I sneered, walking to the bed and staring down at him. My hands were clutched together behind my back, since I didn’t trust myself not to touch him. I hadn’t bargained on this attraction to him. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched the rise and fall of his breasts. “No, hand-to-hand combat.” “Figures,” I muttered. “Should we get on with this or what?” “That’s what we’re here for.” For a moment we stared at each other in awkward silence, neither moving. I noticed his gaze sweeping over me. His eyes lingered on the

stubborn bulge in my pleated military trousers. I could scarcely believe I was so turned on by another man, and that a man like him actually existed. Everything in his appearance cried woman, yet there was nothing remotely feminine in his personality. “I’m sorry, but I find it hard to think you’re male,” I said. “Your species has trouble with that concept. It’s easier for us, since our women look much like us.” “Then you must not find us at all attractive…I mean…” “No, you’re wrong,” he said. Without hesitation, he stood and unbuttoned by shirt. I shrugged it off and he splayed his hands across my chest. His long, slender fingers tightened on the plates of muscle. His brow furrowed, he continued, “You’re strange but beautiful. I like they way your chest feels with the hair on it. We aren’t hairy at all.” “I noticed that.” I raised my hand to touch his face, hesitant at first, then exploring more fully the smoothness of his chin and the delicate contour of his prominent cheekbones. I glanced at the fullness of his mouth and wondered if his lips tasted as soft and moist as they looked. “I don’t know what you people do for foreplay. Do you kiss?” In answer, he covered my lips with his, chastely at first, then his soft, pliant mouth opened beneath the demands of mine. I closed my eyes, sighing. No woman had ever stirred such feelings in me with simple a kiss. He seemed to know exactly what I wanted, how much pressure to apply with his mouth and tongue, just where to stroke. My hands slid around his waist and up his back. His breasts pressed against my chest and I felt his nipples stiffen. A shiver of raw pleasure rocked my body. Without thinking about his masculinity or mine, I lowered him onto the bed and knelt beside him, unzipping the front of his uniform and baring his

flesh to my hands and mouth. I parted the black material, freeing his breasts and staring for a moment at their firm, round perfection. Then I took them in my hands and rubbed my thumbs over his nipples. His head fell back onto the pillows, and he closed his eyes as my fingers provided sensations he’d probably never imagined feeling with another species.

The

erotic thrill of simply touching him amazed me. My fingers teased his stiff nipples and my palms kneaded the soft mounds of flesh. Realizing his breasts were as sensitive as any woman’s, I found myself wanting to arouse him more. I lowered my head and took one of the taut buds in my mouth. My teeth tugged it gently and my tongue flicked its tip. His entire body trembled with passion. This was so damn arousing! Swollen to the point of bursting, my penis throbbed and ached, but I was too busy with him to worry about my own pleasure. While my mouth concentrated on one nipple, I rotated the other between my thumb and forefinger. His breathing increased and his heart thrummed beneath my hand. I glanced up at him and saw his head thrown back, his eyes shut tightly. Cords tightened in his neck as he tried desperately to restrain the moans of pleasure trapped in his throat. I wanted to possess him even more than I had earlier, but by pleasuring rather than dominating him. I longed to wring cries of ecstasy from his voluptuous mouth and feel his body jerk helplessly beneath mine. I needed to feel his legs wrapped around my waist as I drove into his straining body. Lowering my head once more, I concentrated on licking every inch of his quivering breasts until my touch became a torture of pleasure-pain. Finally he could restrain himself no longer and moaned aloud, his breath coming in short pants. He reached for me, his strong fingers gripping my shoulders and moving down my spine. Quickly he unfastened my trousers. His molten touch on my stiff cock nearly hurled me into orgasm. I drew

several deep breaths and willed by rebellious body into submission. After stepping away from the bed, I quickly discarded my trousers, socks, and boots. No sooner did I return to him than he again curled his fist around my cock and panted, “It’s so big. I didn’t think I’d want this.” “Want what?” I teased, though I knew exactly what he meant. “Want you. If you stopped right now I think I’d die,” he gasped. His words excited me even more, and I pulled down trousers and he kicked them off. When I grasped his stiff little penis, his entire body jerked. My hand moved further down to his opening, hot and slick with moisture as it grabbed at my fingers with quivering spasms. By the sight and feel of him, he was as close as I was. Without a second thought to exactly what I was doing, I mounted him and thrust. We clung to each other, our hips moving in unison. My chest heaved. I felt a pounding in my temples and knew I couldn’t restrain myself for much longer. “Don’t stop,” he gasped, his words jerky, his entire body trembling violently. We had become so involved each other, we hadn’t bothered to completely remove his jacket. The tight, airless material clung to his torso with perspiration from the vigor of our movements. Sweat beaded between his breasts, rolled over his ribs, and stuck his body to mine. I kissed his slick, throbbing throat and rested my lips on the pulse pounding at the base of it. My heart beat like I’d run for miles as I neared the end of endurance. He urged me with throaty whispers, “Mitch. Please go on. Don’t stop. Don’t…” His body tensed for a second, then shattered into relentless throbs that dragged me over the edge. I shouted my release and poured into him, collapsing on top of him as we both caught our breath.

After a moment, he slid out from under me and discarded his damp jacket. I lay on my back, watching him through half closed eyes. Naked, he was absolutely splendid with his sleek stomach and hips and those perfectlyformed breasts. He lay next to me, positioned on his side, propped up on his elbow so he could stare at my nude body. We viewed each other like some new and alluring kind of animal, yet even then I knew there was something much deeper between us. He placed a hand to my stubbled cheek. “You shave your faces. Why?” I shrugged. “Neatness, style. Some men keep facial hair. Do you like it? Our hairiness, I mean? You only have it on your heads, not even there…” I grazed his bare pelvis with the back of my knuckles. His miniature penis swelled slightly from its flaccid state, forcing my own to mimic it. “It’s attractive,” he commented. “It feels good against the skin. I never thought I’d be having this conversation with one of you.” “Ain’t that the truth.” I crossed my arms behind my head. “To be honest, other than a couple of fights, I’ve never even talked to one of you.” “But you decided to mate with us?” “I got paid good money for this.” “You prostituted yourself.” I glanced at him skeptically. “You mean to tell me you did this for free?” “I did it for the survival of our worlds. So all we’ve learned won’t be lost once we’re gone. It’s like fighting styles. The old ones never die, they just mutate into the new.” “So that’s what our kids will be? Mutations.” “They’ll be alive.” He stood. “I’m taking a shower. It was interesting meeting you.”

I suddenly realized our session was over, and if we had conceived, we’d probably never see each other again. I should have been glad, relieved, but I wasn’t. I told myself it was only because I’d never really talked to one of them and could learn from him. Perhaps curb the prejudices I’d built up. “Listen, now that this is over and we can talk, you know, man to man, do you want to go get a beer?” I asked. “Sure.” He picked up his uniform and walked to the bathroom. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his backside. I heard the shower running as I pulled on my own clothes, and realized I hadn’t simply asked him to go for a beer like a male buddy, but had asked him for a date. At least in my mind that’s what it was. I wouldn’t be able to have a normal friendship with him without wanting to sleep with him again. All I had to do was think about him and my cock ached. “Damn.” I glanced in the mirror by the bathroom door and noticed that my face had completely drained of color. My feelings for Geron terrified me worse than war, even worse than death when I realized I could fall in love with another man if I let myself. If I went out for a drink with him, where would that lead me? Would I be able to stop myself from coming on to him? Would he accept any offer I made? I stared at the bathroom door so intensely my eyes hurt. The sound of the water was deafening to my frazzled senses. Once the water shut off, it would be too late. Without hesitation, I rushed out of the room. I did go for a drink that night, but only as a last resort after a ten mile run and a two hour workout at the gym still couldn’t drive off my desire for Geron.

I had never been one to believe in love at first sight, but what else

could describe my obsession for him? At the gym, I noticed three of the alien males lifting free weights. Though they also had womanly curves, they

did nothing to sexually arouse me. They didn’t have Geron’s strength and grace. They didn’t have his alluring eyes. To numb my brain against thoughts of him, I drove to the pub near my base. After drinking too much too fast, my problems got worse, not better, so I took out my frustration on the first group of aliens to walk in. Dressed impeccably in their black and red uniforms, they sat at a table in the corner of the room, ordered drinks, and watched football on the oversized screen above the bar. It was more than I could take. I walked over to the nearest one and scowled. Though too drunk to recall the exact comment I made, it was enough to set the whole table in an uproar. Before I knew it, a fist landed in my face and I was dragged across the pub. I held my own for a while, since I was a good fighter when sober and outweighed each of them by at least thirty pounds. Still, I should have learned by now they were highly trained and knew hand to hand combat and weapons just as well as -- if not better than -- we did. I landed flat on my back in the midst of broken beer bottles. One of their booted feet sailed down toward my head. Dizzy from alcohol and squinting through a black eye, I almost wanted to be knocked unconscious. However the blow never landed. The long, black-clad leg was caught in mid air, its stunned owner knocked onto his back by a clean sweep to his remaining leg. “Get off him!” I blinked to clear my eyes, recognizing the voice. Geron stood between me and the alien soldiers, his legs set firmly apart, his hands poised to fight. They made some comment to him in their own language before leaving the pub. Geron stooped to help me up. I tried to push him away, but was too drunk. Grumbling and embarrassed, I lean heavily upon him as he hauled

me out into the cool night air. I heard sirens in the distance and knew the bartender had probably called the cops, so I allowed Geron to shove me into his rented car and drive away. “I didn’t need your help,” I slurred. “Right,” he said flatly. “And you didn’t have a good time this afternoon either.” I wanted to deny it, but couldn’t, so I said, “No better than you did.” He glanced at me in the rear view mirror and asked, “Are you on leave?” “Yeah. Why?” I don’t remember if he answered or not, but the next thing I knew he had brought me to my apartment where I flopped face first on the bed. He rolled me over and pulled off my boots, then sat beside me and unbuttoned my shirt. “Do you make a habit of drinking so much?” he asked. “You tell me. I thought you checked me out.” “Only the recorded facts. Nothing personal.”

He dragged over the

chair from my desk and straddled it, staring down that me with eyes even more intoxicating than the liquor. “Why didn’t you wait for me today?” “I didn’t think it was right.” “It was only a drink -- to me anyway.” “It was not,” I leered, my voice leaving no room for argument. “Maybe it wasn’t,” he admitted. “I didn’t think it could be like this for us.” “Me either. I wonder if you’re pregnant?” “Yes. I was tested right after you left. Our scientists removed the fetus and will keep it with the others being sent back to our planet for incubation.”

“Oh,” I muttered. Once we conceived, it wouldn’t be necessary for us to meet again. I had almost hoped it would take a few more tries. I closed my eyes, my mind drifting, remembering that afternoon. His touches, his sighs, his hot, enveloping body. “It wasn’t enough.” “No. It wasn’t.” I didn’t open my eyes, even when I heard the scraping of the chair legs across the floor as he stood. The bed sank beneath his weight and his palms spread across my chest. His mouth covering mine. I placed my hand to the back of his head and pulled him closer. When the kiss ended, I stared at him and sighed. “Why did you have to be so damn beautiful. You know just how to touch me and I couldn’t stop touching you if my life depended on it.” He smiled and pressed his lips to mine before trailing his mouth down my throat and over my chest and stomach. He unfastened my trousers and yanked them off, then knelt between my legs and took my cock into the liquid heat of his mouth. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, gulping air as he gulped me. My cock throbbed and my balls tightened with pleasure. Tightening my fingers in his short, silky hair, I urged him on with throaty whispers that I could no more control than I could stop my heart from pounding. His mouth slipped from me, and he eased his overflowing sheath onto my rock hard erection. He had discarded his uniform, and my hands closed over his smooth hips that lunged against me. My fingers strayed up his taut stomach and I cupped his breasts, using my thumbs on his nipples. He gasped and quivered beneath my touch. In the midst of my passion, I forced my eyes open to look at him. His eyes were closed, the thick lashes casting shadows on his high cheekbones. His neck arched back and his

breasts thrust forward, the nipples extended like miniature flowers with the petals tightly closed. My hands moved down to his firm, throbbing penis and stroked it while he rocked upon me. The simultaneous stimulation of his most sensitive organs sent him into a moaning, gasping climax. His orgasm triggered mine and my hips lunged upward to meet his. Finally he settled onto me, his cheek pressed to mine, his breasts crushed to my chest. I caressed the smooth muscles of his back and simply enjoyed being close to him. After a moment, he stirred and stretched out beside me. “Does your family know you chose to do this?” he asked. “My family doesn’t give a damn what I do and never has. My friends have no idea.” “My family knows, but they don’t understand it. Especially my father. He’d rather see our worlds end before ever doing what we’ve done.” “You’re not like him, I guess?” “I’ve tried not to be.” I noticed bitterness in his voice and turned to him. The detached expression on his face was a startling contrast to the battle of emotions in his eyes. Impulsively, I placed an arm around him. He continued, “This isn’t an experiment anymore, is it?” I shook my head. “Is it love, do you think?” A slight smile touched his lips. “I guess we’ll find out.” *** Over the following weeks, we were inseparable. In public, we acted no differently than male friends, going to sports events, card games, and meeting for drinks. The first few times I brought him to meet my old military buddies, I felt awkward. However, he accepted their alien jokes, told a few of his own, and soon I noticed that more prejudices than mine were

breaking down -- at least as far as friendship. Sexual relations were another matter. We kept our sex life private by mutual agreement. People could scarcely accept mating for genetic purposes, let alone for the idea of love between males of different species. One night as we lay in my bed, our spent bodies entwined, he murmured, “We can’t be the only ones this has happened to.” “Probably not,” I agreed. “Everyone’s afraid to say it.” I remained silent, sure of what he was getting at. We had talked before about the possibility of a long-term relationship. Though we had both been uncertain about it, he had become more persevering of late. “How do you feel about me?” he asked. “Feel? About you?” I repeated dumbly. He nodded, moving so our gazes met. My breath caught and my heart sped up momentarily. He had become my partner, my friend, and the family I had always wanted. He cared for me and listened to me in a way no one ever had. I drew as much pleasure from his mind as from his beautiful, alien body. What did I feel about him? I loved him. So I told him. “My assignment here is almost up,” he said. My brow furrowed, and I tightened my grip on his shoulders, not wanting to let him go. “When will you be leaving?” “A week from tomorrow.” I winced. Not enough time. He ventured on quietly, “But I don’t have to go. I’ve put in my time and will be discharged unless I reenlist.” “What are you saying, Geron?”

“If you want me to, I’ll stay here with you.” “Of course I want you to.” I smiled and kissing his mouth. “You’d really do that? Stay here with me?” “I’d say goodbye to my family first and try to explain to them about us, though I doubt they’ll understand.” “That doesn’t bother you?” “Of course it bothers me, but I love you. If they can’t accept that, then there’s nothing I can do about it.” “You’ll stay.” I laughed, giddy with the prospect. “On one condition,” My laughter faded as I met his gaze once again. I knew what he would demand in return for his company and the rift torn between himself and his family. “You’ll have to agree to admit what we are. No more hiding, and no more lies.” I slipped from the bed and walked to the window, gazing outside at the trash-strewn alley below. After a moment, he joined me, his hand touching my waist. We stared at each other, eye to eye, chest to chest. “I don’t know if I can do that,” I said in a strained voice. “People won’t get it. Our friends…” He nodded, stepping away from me. “I understand. We need time to think about it. Both of us. Meet me at the dock at eleven hundred hours on the day my shuttle leaves. We should know by then.” *** I didn’t see him until that last day when he’d looked into my eyes and let his soul crush mine in a torrid embrace that would scar me forever. “Kiss me,” he’d asked, but I couldn’t do it. So he’d gone and left me to sleep with my pride.

*** Winter 2098 This morning I waited in Geron’s kitchen, having arrived on his home world a few short hours before and wasting no time locating his residence. I sat, tense, a cup of strong herbal tea in front of me, and glanced at his parents who sat side by side across the table. Both were tall -- over six feet -- and slim. I noted Geron resembled his mother. He had inherited her gray eyes and dark hair. His father was much fairer and didn’t have Geron’s perfect proportions or grace of movement. They had been visiting him and awaited his arrival from work. I learned he had not reenlisted after all but was teaching marital arts at one of the finest schools in his vicinity. Though cordial, his parents stared at me with open curiosity. I didn’t think they quite believed me when I said I was simply a friend he’d met while on assignment two seasons ago. Though I had already decided to publicly admit my feelings for Geron, I had no idea what he’d told his family. I didn’t have the right to crash in upon his life with my claims of love and commitment. I only prayed that when he walked through the door he wouldn’t tell me it was over between us. After so may torturous months without him, my emotions had finally beaten and subdued my foolishness and I’d taken the soonest ship to meet him. When the door opened, his gaze met mine. I felt as if I’d been punched in the chest, so great was the feeling between us. He crossed the room in two long strides and embraced me. “You came.” He smiled, stepping slightly away, though his hands still rested on my shoulders.

I nodded, glancing hesitantly at his parents. His father’s eyes were cast down, and I could tell he was restraining a sarcastic comment, but his mother smiled amiably at us. “So this is the one you told us about,” she said. “Yes.” He stared at me. “Have you told anyone about us?” “I’ll tell anyone you want me to,” I said. “Anyone who’ll listen.” “What about the problems it will cause you?” he asked with genuine concern. “We’ll work it out.” I pulled him into my arms. “One way or the other.” His parents excused themselves for a dinner reservation and Geron brought me to his room where we wasted no time yanking off our clothes. We slipped naked beneath the cool sheets soon to be warmed by our lovemaking. “What made you come here?” he asked. “Love,” I replied. He smiled and Sighing with contentment. I kissed his breasts and we didn’t speak again for the next lust-filled hour.

The End

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