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                      PLANET OF DESIRE

                         Chapter 12
                   "The Rift in the World"

     Ivan awoke in darkness.  Where in the hell was he?
Where was David?  Had it all been a dream?
     "David?" he whispered.
     "Uhm?" came a sleepy sound near him.
     "David!" Ivan said and turned to his right, to see by
stars coming in from one window that he was in a room and in
a bed, and beside him was David.
     He was surprised when David's response was a hand over
his mouth.  "Shh!" came the desperate sound.  "You want them
to hear us?  You're supposed to be sick!"
     "What is going on, David?" Ivan asked.  "Where are we?"
     "In a Space Marine's camp.  On a peninsula near the
ocean, a few miles from where I last left you.  You were
caught in that stupid plant, and I didn't want to hurt you
by trying to cut you loose.  I tried, but when I cut a leaf,
it bled a red sap like blood, and I wasn't sure if it was
yours or its, but I didn't want to find out which, so I went
to find help.  I ran into a group of Marines, and they...."
David went silent.
     "I know what they did." Ivan said.
     "I didn't want to, not much.  You know how this planet
is, but not with them.  They were so rough and mean,
laughing and poking at me like I was so much meat!" David
whispered fiercely.  "I hate all of them!"
     "Then why are you here?"
     "They tied me up and one of them took me here.  He had
his fun along the way, you can imagine, and then we got
here.  Have you seen the set-up?"
     "No." Ivan explained his own adventures since the
plant, including the men who had used him that day.  David's
response was to hold him tight while he talked.  Then
release him in astonishment at the rest of it.
     "Well, you've had more fun with this place than I
have." David said.  "Here, you don't dare have sex."
     "Why not?" Ivan asked, astonished.
     "Because the Commander is insane.  He's got, well, I'll
have to show you in the morning.  They'll have to find out
about you then, when they check on us.  I have to be damned
sure I wake up before they come knocking."  David raised an
arm, and Ivan could see it was clothed in a Space Marine
uniform.  He checked himself, to find a similar clothing on
himself.  He felt himself all over, startled at how the
fatigues felt uncomfortable on his frame, now used to being
nude on this hot planet.
     David lit a small candle, primitive but effective, and
became a man dressed in the olive green of the Space
Marines.  It didn't fit David, Ivan decided, used to seeing
him in the royal blue of the Space Scouts.  Such an ugly
green, the Marine uniform.  Such clothing had adorned
military men for centuries, and it never seemed to change
much.  Shapeless green shirt, pants that were baggy,
designed to hide that ample, loving body.
     Ivan felt his body stir.  He held out his arms, his
arms covered in ugly green cloth, held them out to David.
     David hesitated, then stepped over and sat down,
relaxed into them.  Their lips met, hungry, their tongues
reaching into each other, to take away the taste of the long
separation.
     "Oh, damn, Ivan!" David breathed when the long kiss was
over.  "I've missed you, man.  I've missed you so damned
much!"
     Ivan reached for David's groin, found a firm rod there.
David grunted passionately, stifled it, instead arched his
back to let Ivan caress its length down one trouser leg.
Ivan felt the warm pole, feeling its tumescent heat through
the cotton cloth.
     David stood, licked his lips, as though uncertain, then
in sudden decision unzipped (yes, zippers!  The Space
Marines still used them!) his pants and fished out that
familiar cock, guided it towards Ivan's waiting mouth.
     Ivan gulped it down like an old friend, his mouth
watering it copiously as it slid down unhindered into Ivan's
throat, nestled there, a home-coming.
     David held it there, deep in Ivan's mouth, for a time,
then slowly withdrew it to send it in again.  Ivan let David
be in control, let him fuck his mouth.  David grabbed Ivan
by his head, fingers threading through his hair now getting
uncomfortably long, and forced Ivan to take the entire rod
with each stroke.
     Ivan gulped on him eagerly, making small animal grunts
of desire, and David smothered his groans of passion, as
though not daring to be heard, just a stifled, long moan and
Ivan felt David's cock pulse as he unloaded into Ivan's
throat.  Ivan gulped down the hot, heavy load as well as he
could, wishing only that David would withdraw enough to let
him taste it, he had missed it so!
     David fell onto his hands while Ivan still held the
shriveling organ in his mouth, sucking the last dregs from
it while David gasped for air, and David stood, tucked his
schlong back into his pants, zipped them up.  "Now for you."
he said furtively and dived under the covers.
     Then David's head came back out.  "Don't make a sound
more than you can help." he warned, and went under again.
     Ivan wondered at this, while David fought with the
sheets, Ivan's zipper, and briefs, struggled to free Ivan's
long, turgid schlong.  Why not make sounds?  On this planet,
they were doing nothing out of the ordinary?  Perhaps on
Earth in a Marine barracks, they would need their
furtiveness, but here?
     He almost had the answer, then.  In silence, he closed
his eyes tight as David's warm mouth clutched at his rod.
David's mouth was as full of eager saliva as his own, and
Ivan choked back his gasp as David coated his cock
liberally, and sped to an ease of cock-sucking that Ivan
marvelled at.  There was a skill here that David hadn't had
that last time, weeks before, in the melon patch.  But David
had undoubtedly had practice for the same reason Ivan had.
     Ivan wondered at his own reactions while the blow-job
continued.  There was an edge missing from their love-
making, a drive he had felt these past weeks.  Was he that
used to the pink mist?
     But it was love-making nonetheless.  David was adept,
and passion had never before in human history depended on
pink mist.  Ivan felt his orgasm grow and groaned a warning
to David, felt the lips speed up their assault, heard the
covers whip in frenzy and suck around his thighs, and Ivan
choked back his gasps, and instead released his semen while
his eyes nearly crossed from the effort of being silent.  He
felt his seed, salty and hot, as it erupted upwards into
David's warm, wet mouth, and David slurped audibly on his
cock, milking it all out as quick as he could, and Ivan
nearly swooned.
     Done, David tucked Ivan's slimy rod back into his
briefs and pulled back his fly, zipped him up and adjusted
the covers.  He stepped back to see the effect, nodded, and
said, "I'll get the night commander."
     And David was gone.  Ivan wondered, but it wasn't long
before he had his answer; David returned with a man and
said, "He's awake, as you can see, sir."
     "Aye, that he is." came a soft brogue, and Ivan turned,
astonished.
     "You're the Commander?" Ivan stuttered.  It was the
Scotsman who had raped him while he was held in thrall by
the plant.
     "I'm third in command, which means I watch the onerous
nights, which means that people get me out of a warm bed for
the likes of ye.  Me name is Angus McElby, but my comrades
call me Scotty."  The red hair bobbed as the man smiled,
nodded as friendly as could be.  Then the freckled face
twisted into puzzlement.  "Ye look familiar, man.  Where
have I seen yer face before?"
     "I don't know." Ivan said.
     "Och, no matter.  I'll place ye sooner or later.  Well,
are ye fit, man?"
     "I think so." Ivan said.
     "Good.  We'll start ye off on full duty in the morn.
Get some sleep.  Martin, ye can return to yer barracks."
     David snapped to attention, saluted, and left.  Angus
stayed behind, leaned against the door frame, with a strange
smile on his face.  "Ye'll be wondering about your comrade,
the man whose arse ye were plowing with such vigor jest
before we caught ye."
     "How is he?"
     "With the other natives, doing his job, or will be in
the morning.  Digging the rift."
     "Rift?" Ivan frowned.
     "The rift that keeps us sane.  Surely ye noticed, lad,
that the rigor has gone out of ye pud?"
     "Huh?"
     "We've conquered the pink mist, lad.  Dug a hole across
this land it canna cross.  Got the natives down in it, now,
digging to make it even deeper.  In a few weeks, we'll blast
loose the last of it and be free of this crazy place long
enough to rebuild our ships and get of here."
     "Really?" Ivan frowned.  "Our ship exploded when
Martin" he knew better than to pretend David was anything
more than a comrade "and I crashed."
     "Well, our ship is bigger and we got it down mostly
safe.  There was a wee bit of haggis when we first landed.
Men couldn't keep out of bed wi' each other long enough to
fix things.  Natives here still can't.  But our commander
set us to digging and soon as we had a good ditch across
this place, our puds went back to behaving themselves.  Like
yours will, too, in a day or so."
     "Really?" Ivan repeated, couldn't help looking down at
his groin, now limpid under the sheets.
     "Aye, it'll behave itself proper.  Of course, the men
deserve a bit of shore leave now and then, and we take off
into the jungle and have a bit of fun with the natives.
Some we capture and bring here to help us dig.  Now buck up,
man.  Yer back in the service, if not yer own, and we'll get
us back into space fer sure in a few months, and quit this
place and its loony men for good.  In the meantime, you're
surrounded by yer comrades.  Men who'll fight for ye, and
help you out.  And ye'll help them, aye?"
     "I guess so." Ivan managed a smile.
     Angus looked back outside, apparently satisfied, and
shut the door.  "Good, man, 'cause I need a wee spot of help
meself right now.  I was inspecting the digs a few minutes
ago, and it got to me.  I was figuring on waking a native
when Martin came and got me.  Now, ye'll help out a comrade,
won't ye, lad?"
     Angus reached and unzipped his pants, straining with a
boner, that popped out of boxers and aimed at him.
     "Especially one that remembers yer loving mouth when ye
were strapped to that stump, and came back to get yer, and
ye were gone?"
     And Angus walked over, rested his cock on Ivan's
frozen, unmoving face.
     "Open yer face, lad, or I'll tell the other men who ye
are.  Times are rough for men who go native, I should warn
ye.  Ye and yer friend could have it verra bad, seeing as
what ye were doing in here not an hour ago."
     Blackmail, Ivan decided, a universal constant.  He
opened his mouth and let Angus slide in his cock down to its
red-haired base.  He gulped at the hard, thick bull-rod hard
and fast, not in eagerness, but to get it over with.  A few
slurps, though, and Angus grunted, exploded in him, filled
his mouth with a vile-tasting sperm.  Ivan held it there in
his mouth, not swallowing or letting it puff out his cheeks,
while Angus smiled, patted him on the head with a
proprietary gesture one would use on an Airedale, and went
out, zipping himself as he went.
     As the door closed, Ivan leaned over quickly, sprayed
the sperm from his mouth onto the floor, spat after it
several times, trying to expurge it from his mouth to the
last drop.
     He was NOT going to like this place.
     He looked at the window, now growing light.  Saw men,
nude, as they walked past his window (Tarzan!  Tarzan was
one of them!) with a despondent mood.
     Ivan waited until all were past, then leaped up and
threw open the window, leaned out to see the men at the edge
of the compound, all of them stepping off into a black cut
in the ground, a rift in the world.
     In the distance, a volcano gave out a puff of pink
smoke, smoke that didn't rise, but rather slithered down its
flanks into the jungle.  The pink mist!  He had found its
source.
     He looked again at the compound, a very normal, very
human place.  The way things used to be.
     "Damn it, lads!" came Angus' angry shouts.  "Get ye
lazy carcasses to work!" and a whip crack.
     No, not like Earth.  Not quite.
     He had some slaves to free, first.

                      END OF CHAPTER 12