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                      PLANET OF DESIRE

                         Chapter One
                          MAROONED

     When Ivan Paskov regained consciousness, his first
thought was for his crewmate, David Martin.
     "David!" he screamed over the roar of burning hulk that
was once a scoutship.
     "Uhh!" came a groggy sound from his right.
     It was enough.  Ivan dived for the sound and pulled
David from the wreckage of the control panel, carried him
bodily from the ship as a roar told him the fuel tanks had
begun to ignite.  There was a built-in safety factor in that
roar, thirty seconds only would the bulkheads hold in the
conflagration.  Time enough to dart to the lifeboat and
eject, or time enough to carry a wounded comrade into the
jungle and over a small rise, to drop behind it and its
relative safety before a roar of fire filled the sky and
earth.
     The ship was gone now, and with it their supplies and
hope of rescue.  Ivan thought over the glimpse of the planet
he'd seen.  First job was to make it to a nearby mountain,
find some way of painting on it a beacon that would be seen
in an aeriel reconnaisance.  After that...
     David groaned again and Ivan dropped to his side.
First was to see to it his comrade's life was saved.
     David's body bore no external wounds other than small
scratches, slight burns and grime.  Ivan dipped his kerchief
in a nearby puddle, and wiped the dirt from David's face,
was rewarded by opened eyes and a small smile.
     "Are you hurt anywhere?" Ivan asked, concerned.
     David moved himself around slightly.  "I feel okay."
     "Rest a while." he said gently.  "We're safe for now."
     "But the ship..."
     "Hush now.  Rest."  The ship was gone.
     David fell into a sleep that seemed normal and healthy,
Ivan gave silent thanks, regarded his comrade.
     David was from America, and bore the mixed race marks
of his people.  Blond hair was paired with dark brown eyes,
a startling combination.  His cheeks were gentle curves of
pale skin, an elongated, oval face.  His body was that of a
scout's, muscles worked to maximum strength, making smooth
ovals under David's skintight jumpsuit.  Ivan let his eyes
play down the lithe body as a pink wisp of gas floated under
his eyes, admiring the clean lines, the well-formed chest,
the arms with biceps like melons...
     He shook his head.  What was he thinking?!
     Ivan turned from his sleeping companion to the puddle,
to wash his own face with scoops of water, praying it was
wholesome water, but unable to do anything about it.  Alien
bacteria rarely liked human flesh.  Trouble was, alien food
was just as indifferent.  Starvation was their likely fate.
     He watched the ripples in the water smooth out, saw his
face in an unreal sense, as if he regarded that of a
stranger.
     Ivan's father was Russian, his mother Swahili.  His
body combined the best of the two, he thought to himself.
His hair was jet black, but only lightly waved.  His skin
was golden brown, like a surfer washed with the sun of
eternal summer.  His face was square and cheeks taut, his
nose was nearly pug, his chin cleft.  His muscles were that
of a weightlifter, and Ivan flexed them, hoped they would
carry him to safety this time.
     He heard a slight sound, turned.  David was raised up
on one elbow, framed in pink gas, looking at him, somehow
hungrily, yearning.
     "Are you all right?" he asked.
     David nodded.  "How's the ship?"
     "Gone.  We may find a few fragments we can turn into
knives."
     David grimaced, he knew their predicament as well as
Ivan.  But his eyes didn't change, drilling into Ivan's eyes
like Ivan was the only important thing in the world right
now.
     The pink gas moved away, David blinked, shook his head.
     "What do we do now, Captain?"
     Ivan hated the title, ridiculous on a two-man ship.
"We survive, Commander." he replied.  "If we can lick that,
we'll be rescued sooner or later.  Can you walk?"
     David rose to his feet, tested his stance.  "I think
so."
     "Good." Ivan looked at the sun, at zenith.  "We'd
better start travelling.  No telling what the rotational
period is."
     David fell in beside him as they walked through the
jungle.
     This jungle had never seen the sun of Earth.  No plant
or insect was familiar, and green was less popular than a
pale blue.  Flowers were usually orange, the insects buzzed
by in red splendor.  The trees closed off all but a trickle
of the sunlight, beneath them was a nearly smooth floor
covered by leaves and small branches.  Here and there, pink
masses of gas floated like lazy bubbles around the trees.
     "Will-o-the-wisps." Ivan said, pointing at the gas, as
they tramped.
     "I suppose so.  Too big for that." David opined.
"Swamp gas is more likely, but why is it pink?"
     "Is it deadly is more my concern." Ivan said.
     "We'll soon find out." David said, pointing at a large
mass of the gas, wafting their way.  "No way to avoid that."
     Ivan wanted to run, but knew it was futile.  He had
breathed a bit of the gas, and felt fine.  Maybe it was
harmless, the color a factor of....
     The gas touched his body like tangible fingers, his
body came alive whereever it touched any part of him.  His
cock suddenly seemed to notice its jockstrap, treating it
like loving caress.  Every stride moved his balls around in
the pouch, exciting him.  His breath quickened, his skin
tingled, his eyes glazed.
     Ivan turned and looked at David, saw him as the most
desirable man in the world.  Like there was something about
David, who locked eyes with him, something eminently worthy
and necessary.
     Ivan felt his cock spring to attention, to pulse and
jerk against his groin, and Ivan knew with embarrassment
that, soon, so easily, he was approaching an orgasm.
     "Excuse me." he gasped and ran around a huge plant,
like a tree but at least ten feet in diameter, plenty of
room to hide him, between it and the pink mist.
     He unzipped his fly as he moved, to free his cock from
the clutching material, pulled it from the jock and it
pulsed hotly under his hand.  Like his mere touch was
jerking it, it seethed and writhed, ecstasy gripped him and
he moved around the tree more, to be hidden from David.
     And David was there, had come around the other side of
the tree, with the same idea, to hide.  David's cock was in
his hand, eight inches of pinkish-brown manmeat, the head an
angry red.  Ivan looked at David's cock, to his own, just as
red and angry, and started to, tried to, fought to, turn
away.
     But orgasm was upon him and to his intense shame,
helplessly, passionately, his cock sprayed David with his
seed, white jets spraying the blue jumpsuit material that
clung so revealingly.
     David gasped when the first wad hit him, and grimaced,
his load shot out to collide with Ivan's, to clutch at
Ivan's body, returning the load with equal fervor.  Ivan saw
his come spraying in wide-spread shots, coating David's arm
and hand flailing now at his cock, and David's seed reached
out in a visible arc, to land on Ivan's cock, touch his
manhood with the white jism.
     And the pink gas moved on, and with it, all of their
passion.  Ivan found his desire moving away from him with
the gas, leaving him, an embarrassed captain in front of his
commander, staring in shame at his white seed soaking
David's chest, feeling the slickness of David's seed on his
cock.
     "It's the mist." David said.  "My God, did you feel
that, too?"
     "What happened to us?"
     David laughed, wiped his hand free of Ivan's come on
the front of his jumpsuit, and Ivan quickly milked his cock
to push out the last lingering remnants of his come, and to
push David's jism off of the top and sides where it clung,
to fall with rich ripeness onto the jungle floor.
     "Why are you laughing?" Ivan said, angry now, anger to
replace his shame.
     "I think you and I had better be nice to each other
from now on." David said, still laughing hysterically.  "You
see, that pink gas is some kind of stimulus enhancer, God
knows how it works.  But every time a patch of that hits us,
we're going to get horny as hell."
     "So why be nice?" Ivan asked, knowing the answer but
rejecting it at the same time, making David spell it out for
him.
     "Because each dose is going to hit us harder and
harder, if our experience so far is any guide.  How long are
you and I going to keep our hands off each other?"
     "You mean you and me?" Ivan said in dismay.
     David smiled, laid a hand on Ivan's unprotesting cheek.
"Yes, you and me.  If we're going to survive here.  It could
be worse, my friend and captain.  Couldn't it?"
     A wisp of gas touched Ivan's nostrils and he felt the
flare of desire rise again despite the release.
     He smiled, and before the gas could go away, took the
opportunity, and the excuse, to kiss David full on the lips,
feeling his comrade's erection stab at his groin, to match
with his own.
     "Yes." Ivan agreed.  "It could be much worse."
     "Let's get tramping." David said, releasing him.  "We
got miles to go.  And that gas won't leave us alone for
long.  We need to move all we can, as long as we can.  Maybe
the gas can't climb the mountain."

                     END OF CHAPTER ONE

                       TO BE CONTINUED