PLANET OF DESIRE II
                              THE SPERM WARS

				Chapter 18
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
			 "The Main Battle Begins"

     Having Al pumping his ass was to Ivan as good as a homecoming.  He
just lay on his belly and savored the full feel of his husband's cock as it
slammed in and out of his body with the old familiar force.  Al was a bull
when it came to making love and Ivan hadn't realized how much he missed
having his butt fucked with the full-of-lust-and-fury,
full-length-in-and-out, rapid-fire motion that only Al could give him.  He
only regretted the lack of the familiar bulk of his pillow below his cock
to lift his buttocks for him.  He had to hold his body slightly elevated
and let his lower back do the work instead.  But the warm feel of Al's
hands clutching his breasts, the hot sting of Al's sweat pouring from his
body onto Ivan's back, the ripple that ran completely up Ivan's body with
each vigorous thrust of Al's prong into him, it was a comfort and a joy!
     Al's hand reached (as usual) for Ivan's cock as his own orgasm
approached and as the heavy, calloused paw wrapped around him, Ivan groaned
partly in desire and partly in the joy of the familiar touch.  When Al's
hand palped his cock, Ivan felt tremors of passion dance up his body along
his stomach to his brain, teasing his body as they went along, and he
moaned, "Oh, Al, that's good, that's so good!"
     "Yeah, baby," Al crooned.  "I've missed you so much, honey!  I've
missed fucking this nice, sweet ass of yours."
     "Oh, yeah, fuck me harder, stud, fuck me harder!  Really shove that
cock into me!" Ivan gasped out.  "Come on, pump me full of it, I want it
all!"
     "Oh, yeah, baby!" Al always got turned on by such talk.  "Yeah!"  And
his hand sped up on Ivan's cock and his movements became urgent and bumpy
rather than smooth, and Ivan knew his husband was about to climax, and he
closed his eyes and told his body to come on, do it now!
     As Al's jism pumped into Ivan's body, Ivan's own orgasm assailed his
brain and he groaned, jetted hot splats into the dusty ground beneath them,
as Al bit at his shoulder, and the joy of the ecstasy and the reunion of
their bodies seemed somehow complete with this bite.  Ivan groaned as a
second orgasm clutched his mind on the heels of the first, though his cock
was depleted, his brain rocked still and he continued to reel as his mind
delayed and continued the pleasure for him, rising and falling again and
again and again...
     Ivan felt released finally, though small twitches continued to move
his body, while Al lay heavy and damp on top of him.  Only when he turned
his head to the side and saw the boots did he remember that there were
others around him, men to be dealt with and spoken to, and he looked up,
face hot, senses drained and barely functioning.
     It was Colonel Slayton.  "Hello, Ivan." he said.  "I see you chose
Delta Squad for this little excursion."
     "They were the best men for this job." Ivan grinned.
     "A little too good.  With your men out of uniform, we thought you were
the enemy." Colonel Slayton frowned.  "You noticed the new weapon we've
found."
     "Yeah, I, honey, could you let me up now, please?"
     "Huh?  Oh, yeah." Al said.  "Sorry, Colonel."  He rolled off Ivan and
Ivan sat upright.
     "No, I'm sorry for interrupting your reunion, Private." Colonel
Slayton smiled.  "We got the message from the commlink from your advance
scouts, but not in time to stop the first round of fire."
     "It was enough." Ivan grimaced.  "How are the Delta Squad?"
     "I think they'll all be fine." Colonel Slayton said.  "I understand
that mist can be insidious, though."
     "I had nightmares for months afterwards from my last contact." Ivan
admitted.  "Still do from time to time."  With this new dose, he wondered
if he was in for more interrupted nights, while Al comforted him.  The
strong man's gentle, caring nature had come through during those days, and
the love had bloomed soon thereafter.
     "It never bothered me." Al said.  "But I wasn't in it as long as you
were back in the Cavern."
     "No, you got right back out again, I recall." Ivan said.  "Lucky you."
     "Wished I could have seen that alien." Al said.  "That trip was almost
a bust for me."
     "Almost?"
     "I got you out of it." Al grinned.
     Ivan grinned back.  "A good consolation prize."
     "Uh, ahem, may I ask your plan of attack?" Colonel Slayton said.  "We
merely intended to hold this pass and prevent anything of value from
getting back to Connobar.  We meant to supplement your own attack plan of
Operation Easter Eggs that way.  But our only comm link has a damaged
transmitter and we didn't know anything of Operation Omelette but the
name."
     "We intend to go in and damage their crop of the eggs.  Smash it
entirely if we can." Ivan admitted.  "I hope to avoid destroying the
plants, just set them so far back that their attack on our valley becomes
worthless to them.  I don't want to wipe out the Connobarans."
     "Have you thought about the Connobarans doing the same to the valley?"
Colonel Slayton asked.
     Ivan goggled.  He hadn't!  The Temple!  "We'd better warn the men in
the valley to guard the Temple of Children."
     Colonel Slayton smiled.  "I've already called the ship with the comm
link I got from Sergeant Piermont and told them to move the ship to guard
the Temple.  If the Connobarans attack, they will suffer casualties, though
I've told my men to fire warning shots first, give them a chance to back
off."
     "I hope they'll do so." Ivan said.  "There haven't been any deaths in
this war so far, and I'd like to keep it that way."
     "Agreed." Colonel Slayton said.  "But how do we take care of the
eggs?"
     "We believe the eggs are grown in a facility to the northern end of
the Connobaran's valley.  With your men to assist, I want to send a force
up there to seize that facility and smash the eggs while securing the
plants or their seeds.  Try to find out if the plant is a perennial or an
annual before you smash."
     "Yes, sir." Colonel Slayton said.
     Ivan realized their respective former ranks.  "Sir?"
     "You're in command here." Colonel Slayton said.  "You know this valley
far better than me or any of my men."
     "Command has sort of fallen into my lap." Ivan admitted.  "But if I
have to lead this war, so be it.  Colonel, get your men into civilian
clothing and send them into the valley, by separate routes if possible, in
small groups.  We don't want the Connobarans knowing we're here until we
can help it.  Regroup to the north and hit that facility.  Secure the
plants or their seeds, then smash the crop.  Remember that fertilized eggs
are dark-brown in color, and are not to be touched no matter the
provocation."
     "What about Delta Squad." Colonel Slayton asked.
     "I want to use Delta Squad to release the Facilitators." Ivan said.
"It was my first objective all along, actually, though I hadn't admitted
that to anyone.  There'll be a supply of the eggs at the Facilitator
building anyway, that I want smashed."
     "A good diversion for our own attack, at the worst." Colonel Slayton
said.  "It'll be two nights at least before we're ready to hit the
facility.  That's a big valley."
     "I'll try to hit the Facilitator building by tomorrow night.  It'll be
night soon.  We'll use the cover of darkness to get into the valley."
     The comm link buzzed and Colonel Slayton answered it, put it on
speaker so that they all could hear.  "Colonel Slayton here."
     "Private Stanislaw here." came the response.
     "One of my rear-guard scouts." Ivan explained.  "Go ahead, Private."
     "Good to hear the Colonel again, sir.  The Connobarans we attacked are
moving out again.  They are continuing through the pass through to our
valley.  We are coming to rejoin you, sir."
     "Very good." Ivan said.  "See you soon, Private."
     "Yes, sir."
     "Good men." Ivan said.  "I'm glad your ship came here, Colonel.  While
we wait, let's try to get reports from the guerilla activity in our
valley."
     "I'll use the call-us signal." Colonel Slayton explained
unnecessarily.  Ivan knew the call-us, the commlink contacted would,
instead of a buzz, give off a vibration that could be shut off by pressing
a button.  If safe, the contactee could call back.
     The reports came in rapidly.  The Indian village and at least two
other villages were completely taken over by the Connobarans.  The Russian
village was currently under attack, but holding firm at last report.
Guerilla squads had made numerous attacks on small groups of Connobarans,
confirmed over a hundred eggs smashed, while fourteen fertilized eggs had
been left intact.  The Connobaran owners had seemed astonished at this act
of consideration by their attackers, and grateful beyond words, to the
point where it was believed a whisper campaign of sympathy had begun among
the Connobaran force, counter-balanced by the anger of those who had lost
eggs in the attacks.  Twice, Marines had voluntarily acted as Facilitators
for the Connobarans, resulting in even more confusion in the ranks of the
enemy.  Ivan had to agree that Operation Easter Egg had been "colorful"
enough so far.  Confusion to the enemy!
     As for enemy positions, a large Connobaran force had set up in the
central part of the valley, taking over a village Ivan knew as "New
America" after the villagers had fled.  The Slan had kept neutral so far,
as had the Turtle-Men.  But a Connobaran force was headed toward the Turtle
Village, so Ivan wondered if the Angels would get involved after all.
Damn, they'd make good scouts and couriers if they'd join!  But the aloof
Angels may not care what happened to their human worshippers/servants.
     And another Connobaran force was headed for the Temple of Children.
Ivan knew the Temple, completely surrounded with thick, high walls, could
probably withstand any attack the Connobarans could mount against it, even
with the snakes they had used.  But he fretted.  Did the Connobarans know
about the Tree of Children?
     With the alien Stepwith on their side, they probably did.  Hell,
Stepwith may have laid out the attack plan and created the snakes
specifically for the Connobaran assault!  How did they defeat their
all-powerful alien captor?
     Ivan did what he could as commander-in-chief.  He instructed Marine
squads to concentrate on harassing the group heading for the Temple, while
keeping enough forces on the rest to distract from that.  He suggested that
other villages be contacted and encouraged to supplement the guerilla
forces engaged against the Connobarans heading for the Temple and
elsewhere.  And he told the Marines on the ship that, if necessary, shoot
to kill.
     He sighed.  Please, he begged the empty skies, don't make killing
necessary.  It hasn't been so far.  Let this war be the one that ends with
no dead on either side.  For once in human history, let this be the one!
     With so many men to sneak down the paths, his own force wouldn't leave
until a few hours before dawn.  He went to bed with Al and took comfort in
his husband's embrace, lying together in a sleeping bag surrounded by
others.  Safety but no privacy.
     "What happened after the first attack?" Ivan asked.  "How did you get
away, and how did you end up here?"
     "Colonel Slayton saw the attack was failing and decided to rescue what
he could.  He called the reserve forces together and we beat a hasty
retreat through the bushes and up the left flank of the mountain.  It was
tough slogging but we got down to the pass by early morning and began to
look for a defensible point.  The pass is pretty damned steep sloped, this
was the only point we could find where we could choose whether to be seen
or not.  After that, we waited.  We didn't want to tip our hand on the
small forces they've sent through, so we waited for any return groups.
First one was yours, and I wished we'd known.
     "Where's Lukas?"
     "Leading a group gathering more of these round pods we found.  They
only grow around the vents for the mist."
     "They're effective." Ivan said. "I'm scared to go to sleep right now."
     Al's response was to hold him tighter.  "I'm here, baby." he said.
"Think you'll have more of the nightmares?"
     "Probably." Ivan said.
     "Wish you'd tell me about them." Al complained.  "I might be able to
help you with them better if I knew what they were about."
     Ivan thought about it.  He'd held that from Al before, and then the
nightmares had diminished to occasional things, easily shaken off, but
now....well, he'd had ten years with this man.  If he didn't trust Al now,
when would he ever.  "All right.  Hold me."
     Al did so and Ivan whispered into his ears.  "When I was a child, my
father would come home from work often very late.  I would sit in his lap
and he would hold me and talk to me.  No matter how tired he was, he would
take that time.  Even when I got too big to sit in his lap, we had that
time every evening, that was just ours.  When I was very little, he would
end the time by telling me it was time for bed, and I would pretend to be
asleep and he would carry me to my bed, undress me and put in bed and tuck
the sheet around me.  It was my very favorite time with him."
     "I understand."
     "And the red mist, it..." Ivan gulped and continued.  "It took me back
to that time.  When the red mist hits me, I see my father towering over me
again, calling me 'Sasha' and taking me in his lap.  But then it has my
father's hands...touch me.  I don't like that touch and I fight but he's
too big for me, too strong, and...my own father, he, he plays with my
cock."
     "Darling." Al said.
     "And in the Cavern, he took me to bed and he raped me."
     "Baby."
     "I had to wait until he was asleep and crawl out the door.  I felt
like a child again, a little child who had been raped by his father.  The
red mist took my favorite childhood memory and it turned it into something
very, very ugly."
     "Oh, honey." Al crooned.  "No wonder you didn't want to talk about
it!"
     "Today, with that mist hitting me, my father appeared to me again.  I
prayed to God today to make him go away.  I don't believe in God, yet I
prayed today."
     Al's hands were warm touches on his body.  They gave him courage to
continue.
     "Then, before it became you, it turned into a prisoner we'd had to
interrogate.  That poor boy!  I'd told the Marines to get the information,
and they threatened to rape his lover while making him watch.  I think they
would have done it if the young man hadn't broken down.  We needed the
information, so I kept quiet, but still I...I wish there were another way."
     "If you know a way, I'll listen." Al said.  "War is ugly.  That's what
makes it something to avoid."
     "But we don't avoid it!" Ivan protested.  "We retaliate.  We increase
the scale.  We find new weapons better than the old, but just like the old.
Even here, where both sides have sworn not to kill, today I gave the order
to kill if necessary.  We stand ready to destroy both sides' ability to
have children.  If that happens, what will we have done?  How will that be
different than the death of Earth?  With no children, this planet will die,
too."
     Al was silent.  "Do you know another way?"
     "Once we have the Facilitators freed and the egg supply in our hands,
I will go myself to negotiate with the Connobaran Council."  Ivan took a
deep breath.  "And if they won't listen to terms and come to an agreement,
then as commander of the forces in our valley, I intend to surrender."
     "Darling, the men may not take that order."
     "First, I will try for an honorable peace.  A treaty with the
Connobarans whereby we help them have their children but as an independent
nation.  Maybe those eggs will work for us as well and this treaty can work
both ways."
     "Do you want to find out?" Al asked.  "I kept one intact.  For a
trophy, for just-in-case, for who-knows?  Colonel doesn't know I have it.
Only Lukas, who helped me hide it."
     "You have one of the eggs?" Ivan said.
     "Yes.  Ivan, do you want to try to have a child together?  Both of us,
rather than just yours, or just mine?"
     Ivan smiled.  "I'd like that very much."
     Al rose.  "I'll get the egg."  He rose and went to his pack, removed
the now-familiar ovoid object.
     A Marine saw what he was doing.  "Hey, Al, you kept an egg?"
     "Yep." Al said.  "And now my husband and I are going to try it out."
     "Does the Colonel know about this?" the Marine asked doubtfully.
     "Nope.  And he's already gone, so don't bother trying to tell him."
     "Oh, I wouldn't tell him.  But you have me damned curious.  You two
mind spectators?"
     "On this planet?  You can watch any time you want.  But you can't join
in this one time."
     "I may want to keep one of those eggs myself if it works."
     "You and every other man on this planet." Ivan said.  "If this works,
it'll change the very nature of the war.  Maybe for the better, but
definitely a change."
     Others had overheard, were gathering.  Ivan's ability to shoot his
load in public was getting an acid test.  And the mist was light this high
up from the valleys.
     They placed the egg on the sleeping bag, and Ivan and Al got on either
side of it.  "We'll need to shoot it together." Ivan warned Al.  "The
effect only lasts a very short time."
     Al began to whomp his meat.  "I'll give you all the warning I can.
You do the same."
     Ivan stroked his own cock.  "At least I know how to turn you on, my
husband."
     "Yeah." Al said.  "So I'll just keep myself hot and you tell me when
to start the main action."
     Ivan pumped his cock hard.  Despite his cheerful assurances, Al tended
to be quick about his orgasms.  But on this planet, self-masturbation was
nearly a lost art, unnecessary.
     He felt a body push up behind him.  Startled, he looked to see
Sergeant Piermont kneeling behind him.  "You just think happy thoughts,
sir." Piermont said as he took Ivan's cock in his hand.  "I'll do the
work."
     Ivan saw Corrigan and Perez kneel by Al.  Perez took over Al's cock
while Corrigan grabbed Al's nipples in his two big hands and kneaded them
roughly.  Ivan saw Wilson scoot down behind Al and Al grimaced from what
was undoubtedly Wilson's tongue in his ass.
     Piermont kissed Ivan's ear and whispered.  "Anything else you need,
sir?"
     Ivan felt Piermont's erection pressing from behind through Piermont's
clothing and he said, "Go right ahead, Sergeant."
     Piermont kept up the pounding on Ivan's cock with one hand while the
other fished his fly open.  Ivan felt moisture pouring and knew some other
Marine was lubing up the sergeant.
     Al whined, "Ah, come on, who's back there licking my butt!  Damn,
that's good!"
     "Got to keep you primed and ready for it." Corrigan said.  Ivan
watched as the three Marines worked his husband over with their hands, and
Ivan watched Al's hands reach down to find Corrigan's and Perez's cock and
work them.
     "Hey, Captain, if Al can't manage to shoot his wad, can I do it for
you instead?"
     "Hey, just a minute." Al said.
     Ivan grinned.  He didn't know why it was fun to watch his husband
being annoyed, but he had to say, "Sure, Perez, you be ready to chip in if
he can't make it."
     "I can make it." Al gasped.  "Problem's going to be waiting for you."
     Ivan gasped as Piermont's cock entered him from behind.  "That's not
going to be a problem, dear.  I just got inspired."
     Piermont's hand sped up and Ivan gasped, "Oh, Al, get ready, dear!
You'd better shoot that big chunky wad of your jism right now!  Come on,
give it to me!  Give it to me!  Right now!  Oh, oh, oh!" Ivan's face
flushed heavily, he was sure, from the massive heat it gave off as his
orgasm climbed his spine.  His whole body was rocked from Piermont's
thrusts into his ass as the big Marine sergeant humped his butt while
keeping him upright, and his other hand left off fondling Ivan's tit,
reached around to hold him tight against Piermont's chest while Ivan's body
bucked and thrashed.
     Ivan grimaced, managed to choke out, "Right now!" while he exploded
with his ejaculation.  His first wad went high, splattering his husband and
Piermont quickly lowered his pud to let the rest fall on the egg, holding
still, still imbedded inside Ivan's ass, to help him aim better.
     Al groaned, Perez's hand sped into a blur and Al's jism shot out to
join Ivan's on the egg, Ivan seeing with dim, unfocused eyes the
characteristic sparkle envelop the egg.
     Ivan gasped, looked down at the egg.  Would it darken when the
sparkles stopped?
     Piermont began to fuck Ivan's ass again as the sparkles died.  Ivan
leaned forward and looked down at the egg.  Was it darkening?  In the dim
light around them, it was hard to see.
     A light played over it, someone using a flashlight.  Ivan blinked in
the glare, looked down at the egg again.  Darker?  Yes, definitely.
     It took a moment longer, but turned the deep brown hue.
     They could use the eggs themselves.  How would this affect the war?
     And what would Ivan do now with his newly-formed son?  He looked over
at Al, who was regarding the egg in awe.  "Well, dear." Ivan said.  "We're
going to be a father.  Both of us."
     Al looked up and Ivan saw tears in his eyes.  "Yeah.  Not a clone this
time.  Our son.  Ours!"
     And the big Marine lowered his head and cried.

                        END OF CHAPTER 18