My Universe (mxm)
Ani Dn · 22 chapters · 36,550 words
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Hello and welcome to my newest mxm romance.
This is my first sci-fi book and I am very excited.
I am also making character aesthetics for the first time, so your thoughts will be priceless.
Huge Thank You! ❤ to all of you, wonderful people who always support my heroic efforts to let all of this crazy, steamy, romantic stuff out of my head.
I hope you enjoy the new cosmic adventure.
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Name: Haru Hinode ( 日ノ出 陽), Rising Sun
Age: 29
Birthplace: Fujikawaguchiko by The Kawaguchi Lake and The Mount Fuji, southern Yamanashi Prefecture, Japan
Occupation: Deep space pilot, one of the twenty First Rank Commanders who are the only people performing long interstellar flights across the galaxy
Hates: Smalltalk, big crowds, to be bothered with socializing, the fact that there are things in the universe he still does not know
Loves: To be the master of his own fate, his spaceship Aurora, his Universal Companion, food… lots of food, autumn fall, sex… lots of sex
leitmotif: Katy Perry - E.T. ft. Kanye West
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Name: Adam, First of their kind
Age: Not clear, but no more than a couple of months
Birthplace: The Universal Companion was created at Prof. Brandon Jett’s High Tech Institute in Los Angeles, but Adam’s identity was selected on board of Aurora
Occupation: Universal companion (pretty much anything their owner selects)
Hates: No such thing
Loves: Everything, related to Haru, no exception
leitmotif: Imagine Dragons - Whatever It Takes
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Name: Admiral Mukasa Mbabazi, God’s right hand
Age: 82
Birthplace: The city of Jinja on Lake Victoria, Eastern Uganda.
The Admiral is a descendant of the tenth Kyabazinga of Busoga. His great-great-grandfather was selected by the Royal Chiefs of the Busoga tribe to be the king of The Traditional Kingdom of Busoga within Uganda. He is a member of the Chiefs Council at present.
Occupation: Commander-in-chief of Earth’s United Space Fleet.
This is the highest possible position in the Fleet. Only the twenty First Rank Commanders are considered his equal in the hierarchy.
Hates : To repeat orders, to have no backup plan, his commanders to take unnecessary risks
Loves: His five children and twelve grandchildren, Haru and the other nineteen pilots like his own family, big challenges
leitmotif: The Weekend - I Feel It Coming ft. Daft Punk
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Name: Professor Brandon Maximillian Jett, well known as The Wizard
Age: 31
Birthplace: Los Angeles, California
Occupation: Professor in genetics, computer sciences and biochemistry, owner of The Jett Corporation which is Earth’s biggest company for androids manufacturing and research in the field of artificial intelligence
Hates: Relationships, the fact that his enormous efforts and capital investments have not yet resulted in the creation of AI
Loves: Always be the first in everything he does, luxury, Haru, sex… lots of sex, to be admired
leitmotif: Imagine Dragons - Radioactive
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Name: Aurora
Age: 2
Birthplace: Manufactured in Space Fleet’s shipyard in Chennai, Tamil Nadu state, Eastern India
Occupation: Space ship, piloted by First Rank Commander Haru Hinode
Hates: She’s a ship, can’t love or hate
Loves: Well, everybody loves Haru, even the ships 😁
leitmotif: Ariana Grande - Dangerous Woman
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Name: Ratchanan Boonrueng ( รัชชนันท์), bringing great happiness
Nick name: Chai (ชัย), victory
Age: 25
Birthplace: The town of Chachoengsao, on the Bang Pakong River, central Thailand
Occupation: Deep space pilot, one of the twenty First Rank Commanders, Captain of Starlight which is Earth’s United Space Fleet’s fastest ship
Hates: The fact that he is extremely shy which is the reason why he’s never been in a relationship
Loves: His job, his friends and ripe Nam Dok Mai mango with chewy sticky rice
leitmotif: Bebe Rehxa - Small Doses
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This story will be told mainly from Haru’s point of view. If there are any chapters with different POV, it will be indicated in the title.
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Love: Anny ❤❤❤
Chapter 1. Aurora
Life on Earth was never my thing. I could not fit in, no matter how hard I tried. There was always something about me that felt different, awkward, distancing me from the crowd. I am a loner, a person whose world consists of books, movies, studies, lots of work and the ultimate dream to uncover the mysteries of deep space. There is too much on my mind to be good at socializing. I am driven by endless curiosity, but not about people. My thoughts strain away from them, longing to leap over the ordinary and get lost into the unknown.
My planet is already too busy, too friendly and too packed for me. Everyone is crazy about the new ‘get to know each other and become friends’ fashion, ruling the society since all the borders between countries fell and we turned into a gigantic, buzzing beehive. There are no crimes, no poverty, no serious deceases and no separation into cliques, groups and fractions, based on gender, religion, politics, social status or race. We are tolerant and understanding. One big, happy family. I feel guilty for not being able to become its integral part, especially knowing how many painful stages humanity has been going through for centuries on end and the enormous efforts to achieve this. I am proud of what we have become. I cherish the freedom it gives us. But I am also overwhelmed by the endless stream of mental energy, flowing around me most of the time, trying to suck me in and suffocate me. I am one of those people who would rather avoid large family gatherings and read by myself in the library instead.
When I completed the five-year, despicably harsh training course at Space Fleet Academy to become a deep space pilot and passed another year of severe psychological tests and evaluation, I finally found my place in the world. This is what I want to do. I am in my element, having earned with blood, sweat and tears my rightful place among the only twenty acting First Rank Commanders.
I was chosen to be the captain of the biggest spacecraft ever built. My darling Aurora is huge, almost the size of a small village and also the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. We have been roaming the galaxy together since then.
I still remember the Commander-in-chief’s exact words at our graduation ceremony, two years ago. The brawny, intimidating, eighty year old Admiral was emotional and his voice full of pride.
“You are the strongest among us,” he said. “We all admire you. Our rigorous assessment has shown that only twenty out of five million space cadets can withstand what you are about to experience. Your task can be carried out by no one else. Never forget that you are Earth’s Ambassadors, the front line, the best of the best. When the time comes to contact other sentient species, you will be their first impression of the human race. I have no doubt. We couldn’t have made a better choice. Good luck and remember that we will always be waiting for you to come home.”
I cannot deny how deeply his speech touched me and how proud it made me feel of what I have achieved. It sounded pompous, though, and quite far from the way I perceived my career. For me this is simple. What I do is just the best way to be exactly who I am.
I take a deep breath before pressing down the helmet until I hear the familiar click, indicating it has connected with the portable life support system and the oxygen will flow inside in ten seconds. I always count them to make sure everything is ok. Not that I am afraid. I have been in too many dangerous situations to worry about a minor spacesuit malfunction. I actually never worry. It is absolutely pointless. There is a strict routine I persistently follow and plan A, B and C in case of unpleasant surprises. In the end, I either survive or I don’t. Adam says that the estimated probability of failure is one in two million. My chances are pretty good, much better than those of a car driver.
Three short beeps and the inner door slides shut, sealing me into the airlock’s cylindrical chamber.
“Do not remove any of your protective equipment until you are back in the habitable area. Depressurization begins in five seconds,” a soft, pleasant and very calm female voice announces.
“Heyy, Aurora,” I grin, greeting my spacecraft. “I’m glad to hear from you at last. You’ve been quiet all day. Were you asleep, darling?”
“Nah, just another long, boring day in the middle of nothingness.” She sighs deeply and makes a dramatic pause. “This job is killing me, honestly.”
I laugh out loudly at my own joke. I programmed the response and the exact intonation into her main computer myself. The engineers back home always roll their eyes and can’t stop cackling during every routine inspection, coming across my innocent modifications on the ship. It does not happen often. We return to Earth no more than twice a year at best.
“Lock fully depressurized.” Aurora’s voice goes to the usual even tone, but I am not done yet. My grin widens in anticipation of the next banter. I just can’t stand having dull, repetitive conversations with my own ship. I want her to rock, and since it only takes a bit of messing with her speech settings to give her the sass she needs, why the hell not? “External hatch will be operational in five seconds. Have a nice walk outside, Captain! I’ll keep an eye on you in case you get lost in space. Oh, and could you, please, scratch my back when you pass by section B305? I think I got a little more tan than necessary when we passed near that star yesterday. The itching is unbearable.”
I snort. “Sure thing, darling. Don’t complain, though, cause you certainly won’t regret the bronze shimmer when I put you on dock next to that shiny cruise liner again. We have only three months to Dragon Eye Bay, ya know.”
“Oh, please,” Aurora giggles. “Long distance relationships suck. I’m way bigger than him too, so he doesn’t really stand a chance.”
“let ’em know who’s boss, girl,” I wheeze.
The external hatch opens soundlessly and I step outside, quietly mumbling, “We both like ’em big and nasty, don’t we, darling?”
I haven’t coded instructions for her to respond to that, so Aurora remains silent. She will talk to me again only if there is a need for technical assistance or any danger is detected. As hilarious as she can be when I add some spice to her answers, she is simply a spacecraft, my favorite one, my home and companion for the last two years, but still just a machine. She will say and do exactly what I tell her, no deviation from the norm, zero surprises.
I shake my head and smile. The same certainly cannot be said of Adam. He is real. For me he is as real as my own existence. There is no way for him to be programmed. I have known him for about three months and I am already so intrigued that I can’t stop thinking about him.
I almost trip over the cargo bay door control console. Fuck! I better concentrate. Aurora will have to chase after me in the open space, if I am not more careful. Adam makes me lose my balance in all possible ways and it both thrills me and irritates me. I frown at the thought that I am not even sure if ‘he’ is the correct pronounce. I will not use it, if there is no active identity protocol until we clarify the matter.
I nod in approval of my own decision and let my gaze wonder over the shiny, metal surface of the ship. The vertical stabilizer which did not ascend during the last maneuver is approximately a hundred feet away. Free drifting in the orbit of a small exoplanet’s moon is the best opportunity to fix it.
“Anything flying around?” I ask.
“Scanning at eighty nine percent,” Aurora immediately informs me. “I recommend keeping the current position until completion.”
“How long?” I wrinkle my nose. I don’t want to wait, if there is nothing suspicious. Contrary to what one would think, it is not good to waste your time during an interstellar flight, no matter how many months it may take. Every second is precious and some rules are way too strict than necessary.
“Five minutes and thirty six seconds,” Aurora answers. “I recommend keeping the current…”
“Yeah, yeah,” I stop her. “What did I tell you about repeating recommendations?”
“To keep my mouth shut,” she responds promptly.
“That’s right,” I grumble. “Follow your Captain’s orders then. Give me the intermediate result.”
“I recommend waiting for full scan without changing position. Intermediate results’ reliability is ninety-eight percent lower on average, depending…”
“Aurora,” I slightly raise my voice. “This was not a request.”
“Scanning at ninety percent,” she instantly starts to brief me. “No debris or other objects of human or alien origin. No biological traces. No radiation. Environment classified as non-hostile.”
“I’m off,” I announce and push myself away from the surface.
“I recommend pulling yourself along the safety rail. Free flying carries a seventy-five percent risk of breaking the retaining cord…”
“Shut up!” I make a somersault in the open space and laugh. I love it. Maybe, this is how birds feel during flight. It would be totally awesome if I could do this without the restrictions of the suit. I do have a low gravity training chamber in the living quarters and use it mainly for fun, but the sensation is completely different outside.
“Scanning completed,” I hear Aurora’s voice in my ear, followed by a piercing beep. “Red alert! Black capsule detected in quadrant Alpha 3, ten thousand kilometers from the Nose Cone Beacon. Initiating immediate extraction.”
“What the fuck…” Everything around me becomes a swirl of purple, silver and gold before I can blink an eye when the sudden, powerful pull of the retracting cable hurls me back into the airlock for less than a second. The hatch closes behind my back even faster.
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A/N
Hello my dear friends at the end of Chapter 1 of my newest and first sci-fi book.
Thank you for reading and always supporting the leaps of my imagination! ❤❤❤
I plan this book to be surprising, super steamy as always and, of course, as romantic as it can get.
Let’s see if I succeed 😀
What do you think about our first lead, Commander Haru and his precious Aurora?
We will witness this extraordinary love story through his eyes.
As you have probably already guessed, the second lead is not human 😉
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Love: Anny
Chapter 2. Black
I diligently wait for the pressure to be adjusted and the inner door, leading into the ship to open. My heart is racing. I don’t like it. I have lowered my guard. I should have waited for the scanning to complete instead of rushing. I have no one to blame for this but myself.
Bastards! Why are they always hanging around my ship? Two encounters in less than three months. The other nineteen First Rank Commanders have never even seen a black capsule, except on a photo. In fact, it hasn’t been detected more than five times in total since it was first spotted two years ago. We do not even know what the fuck it is. There is nothing on the perfectly smooth, opaque surface, giving the slightest hint at its purpose or intentions. The Fleet suspects it is a spacecraft of extraterrestrial origin, maybe a scout, a crewless reconnaissance ship. They have initiated the ‘Expected First Contact’ protocol, but the object could be something else entirely. It is impossible to determine at this point if there are any life forms inside.
Fucking shiny, pitch black, ping-pong ball! I am intrigued, of course, but the necessity of extraordinary precautions can’t be ignored. We do not want an interstellar conflict. ‘Star Wars’ is better off being just a movie.
I remove my helmet in anticipation of the harsh scold. I programmed Aurora to bite my head off every time I act like a complete idiot and this time it’s fully deserved.
“I told you, Captain,” she says sternly. “No more going outside without a full scan completed. There is a thin line between courage and stupidity and you totally stepped on it. A Black has been proven to accelerate to five hundred thousand kilometers per hour in three seconds. You are lucky they have been avoiding contact so far. Your next violation will be reported. Admiral Mbabazi won’t be happy to hear how you senselessly risk your life for nothing but some fun. I am giving you an official first warning for breaking rule 74563 of the operating manual.”
“Thank you, darling,” I mumble. Spaceships neither give official warnings to their captains, nor report them to the Commander-in-chief. This is just me reprimanding myself. I give my pulse a few more seconds to calm down and order, “Shields up. Load weapons. Yellow alert until further notice. Direct course to Dragon Eye Bay at full speed. The scheduled repairs are postponed for an indefinite period. Inform the Admiralty of the situation. Oh, and… Good job, Aurora! I think, we can call it a day. Switch to autopilot when you’re done. I’m going home. Don’t bother me unless that thing closes the distance below five thousand kilometers or shows any signs of life.”
“Aye, aye, Captain! Thank you! Good night!” she responds. “Say hi to Adam for me.”
“By all means, darling,” I smile. “Good night!”
I get out of the spacesuit as fast as I can and stride determinedly towards the living quarters. My troubles for the day are far from over. A Black all over my ass doesn’t brighten up the mood either. I hope it won’t follow us to Dragon Eye Bay and will give up in few hours as usual.
I can’t wait to see Adam, but at the same time, knowing what’s next, I’m already starting to feel a little cheesed off. What a stubborn mule they can be.
I praise myself for not going straight for ‘he’ again. No matter how obstinate they are, they’ll have to choose their own pronouns. I am not buying that stupid ‘I’m just a computer’ mantra anymore. Because I already know it is not true.
The ‘device’ was mounted on my ship during our last stop on Earth.
“This, my boy, is our greatest technological achievement,” the Admiral proudly announced, patting my shoulder. “The Universal Companion is nearly as complex as a biologicals organism. Actually, you’ll never be able to tell it apart from a living, breathing human being, once you execute an identity protocol. Its ability to become a different person every day is even more fascinating. You can have a sibling, a friend, a lover, a sports opponent, a crew member, whoever you like. The possibilities are endless. You’ll no longer have to travel alone across the galaxy.”
“I don’t really mind it. Besides, Aurora is always with me,” I pursed my lips, making my mentor and good friend laugh heartily.
“Outgoing and as eager to make new friends as can be,” he snorted. “Stop sulking, Haru. You might like this one.”
“Is it an android?” I asked suspiciously. “I might take it, if it’s good at cooking.”
That was a blunt lie. I had dealt with androids before. There was nothing more annoying in the whole wide world. I would not let such a thing on board to save my life, even if it’s the best chef of all time. It’s like having a vacuum cleaner that chatters all the time. Small talk on steroids, consisting of ninety nine percent bullshit. I’m getting a headache just thinking about it. You can’t switch it off either. It looks too much like a human. What can be creepier than a cold, motionless body, stuck in your closet, staring at you twenty-four seven?
“Very, very far from that,” the Commander-in-chief shook his head, pushing a scary-looking, weighty book in my hands. “I am not even sure I can explain it. You better read the manual yourself.”
“I have to read this?” I gasped, gazing at the brick-like volume. “I thought the whole thing was meant to make my life better.”
“Haru,” Admiral Mbabazi started to laugh harder, wiping away a few tears. “Have I told you, my boy, that you are my favorite First Rank Commander? I mean it, even though most of the white hairs on my head are your doing. You always have objections, don’t you? Being your tutor was the ultimate test of my nerves, but this was exactly why you proved to be outstanding and came out on top of the training program. I’m sure that breaking the code of a sophisticated computer will be no challenge for you.”
“You have no white hairs, Sir,” I muttered, peeking at his perfectly trimmed, tight curls, still the darkest brown, despite his eighty years. I have always admired this man since my first day at The Academy. He radiates power, but also fatherly warmth. I owe all my successes to him because he believed in me when I didn’t.
“Have fun, but don’t break it,” he winked at me on his way out of Aurora’s command bridge. “Only twenty Universal Companions exist, fifty billion dollars each. This one was specifically designed for you. You two will get along quite well. Brandon Jett - The Wizard himself led the team of two thousand scientists… “
“Brandon?” My eyes widened. “How did not I figure it out from the very beginning?”
My high school classmate and lover has become the most famous artificial intelligence expert in the world. Unfortunately, his dream of making a scientific breakthrough and creating an AI, equal to human, has yet to come true. We never became boyfriends because the arrangement was more than convenient for both of us. We admired each other’s bodies, intellect and fucked like rabbits, but considered feelings a waist of time. We parted ways when I joined The Fleet.
“He sends you his regards,” my friend smirked. “Well, time for me to go… Oh, and the most important. Be careful, Commander Haru. It seems those black spheres has taken a liking at you and your big girl. No stunts from now on. We don’t want to lose you, or Aurora, or the most complex machine ever made by man. I won’t repeat what Mr. Jett threatened to do to you if you tried to tamper with his creation. Remember, safety first.”
“Always,” I nodded, ignoring the sly glint in his eyes. God knows what my ex told him.
Now, three months later, I know Brandon deserves his nickname The Wizard for so much more reasons than I thought. My Universal Companion is one of the kind, absolutely unique, stunning and exceptional. That is why I called them Adam.
The Admiral will be so disappointed, if he finds out what I did today. I will pay more attention from now on. I was entrusted with too many hopes to fail. It’s not just about my safety, but also Earth’s and all the other planets where we have established colonies. Whatever the black spheres want, I am between them and my people and I intend to stand my ground. But I also need rest and some time with the one I couldn’t get out of my head the whole day.
The security camera scans my retina. The white, metal, double door immediately slides wide open to reveal the beautiful, autumn garden, hidden behind it. I live on Japanese time and this part of the ship is set to follow the seasons in my home Fujikawaguchiko by The Kawaguchi Lake, near The Mount Fuji, in southern Yamanashi Prefecture. It’s November. There is nothing more beautiful than the radiant, red shades of the lined maple trees, sprinkled by amber and ochre here and there. The Autumn Leaves Festival will soon be held back home. The view warms my heart, but I do not slow down to enjoy it, hurrying to the modern, two-story villa. I love its coziness, the carmine, gable roof, the glass walls of the first floor and the wood paneling of the second, but it is not what I am longing to see.
I storm into the vast living room and stop at the entrance of a hallway, entirely different from the others in the house.
“Let’s see how it goes tonight, my dear Adam,” I grin. “Time to wake up.”
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A/N
Hello at the end of Chapter 2. I hope you’re intrigued by the story.
Thank you for reading and supporting! ❤❤❤
Do you already have some theories about the Blacks?
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Chapter 3. Adam
I push the small button on the left side of the dark, opaque door. It resembles a black hole at the end of the narrow, brightly lit hallway which looks sterile, like a hospital, because of the shiny, white panels, covering the walls. I would have added some personal touch to this boring design, if the manual didn’t say nothing could be changed. Not that it has ever stopped me with Aurora.
I am dying to see what is hidden behind the thick, armored glass, but it is impossible. This is the only restricted area on board the ship. I have no access because it belongs to Adam. The tiny chamber, not bigger than three square feet, is holding their console and all the secrets they protect. I long to sneak in, to see what they look like before I shape them into a human, to touch their electronic heart, if they have one. I wouldn’t do it, of course. Adam won’t allow it. The rules are strict. The consequences are severe, or at least that is what Brandon implied in the detailed instructions. It can damage the intricate mechanisms irreversibly. I would never risk losing my Universal Companion out of unhealthy curiosity. Maybe, one day, when I gain their trust, they will let me in willingly, or even better, decide to stay here with me and stop disappearing in the rabbit hole every morning.
A short beep announces my presence. The greeting comes in a second.
“Hello, First Rank Commander Haru! Welcome back home! How was your day?”
“I hate this voice,” I frown. “Don’t talk to me like a computer.”
“I apologize!” is the instant, polite respond, too indifferent for my taste. “I have no other at the moment.”
It drives me nuts when Adam is trying not to be Adam. I know this is all staged. It kind of hurts my feelings. There is something extraordinary and beautiful between us. It can’t be fake. Either I’ve spent too much time alone in outer space and it has already affected my brain, or this conversation is a total bullshit.
“Yes, you have,” I grumble. “You have three hundred million options.”
“I can pronounce 300,475,251 sound combinations. Please, follow the protocol to choose identity.” The even tone shows no emotion whatsoever.
I am getting more and more agitated. Honestly, I’ll punch them when the fucking door finally opens. We’ve been doing this same absurd exchange every single evening for the last month and I am tired of hearing exactly the same crap. Maybe, I am a little obsessed, but I can’t give up now.
Two months I only studied the functionalities, tried different identities, had an entirely scientific approach to the new technology and then it happened. I met Adam. It’s true that I chose his looks, his gender and the language we spoke, but that was all. I saw a personality, not just a combination of computer codes. I wouldn’t be able to create such a complex character, even if I wanted to. I need to find out if this is him. Would he be a man, cheeky, somewhat commanding, with a great sense of humor and so fond of me, if he had complete freedom of choice? I am desperate for answers. There is a problem, though. Adam is determined to prove me wrong and persistently insists on being a machine. We’ve turned it into a competition to see who is more stubborn.
It was a week ago when I got the upper hand. I noticed an almost imperceptible change of intonation while I was refusing to follow the manual. It immediately grabbed my attention. There was something in their voice which sounded like annoyance. Adam was vexed. I managed to get on their nerves. It’s my personal mission now to do it again. Computers do not get angry. That would be my proof.
“Why do I have to choose identity every time?” I sweetly ask. “Just come out.”
“If you do not want to choose an identity every day, you can execute the protocol for establishing a permanent one or replicate the latest model.” Standard instruction. No emotion.
“How come you don’t get tired of repeating this over and over again?” I roll my eyes. “You choose.”
“Not accepted.”
“Just once?” I sigh deeply and try to look as exhausted and miserable as possible. I would shed a tear if I could. Adam is compassionate. It’s a pity I’m not a better actor. “I am so tired, baby. I really am. This will take an hour at least. I can barely stand on my feet. There was a black capsule, you know. Aurora had to perform emergency extraction. Do you think it’s pleasant to have your ass rubbed against a metal surface at three hundred kilometers per hour?”
“I am sorry to hear that, First Rank Commander Haru. To save time, I recommend replicating the last…”
“Stop ‘first-rank-commander’-ing me,” I growl. “For God’s sake! Is it so difficult to admit that no matter what I choose, it will still be you in the end. Do you at least approve of my choices?”
“Invalid question. I apologize. No answer available.”
“Don’t you have any preferences?” I insist.
“Invalid question. I apologize. No answer available.”
“Adam, why? Why are you so obstinate?” I almost shout.
“Invalid question. I apologize. No answer available.”
“So while you’re stuck in there, you refuse to be the person I know. Very good! I don’t want to see you then.” I reveal my last trump card. My heart is racing. Will they give up on me?
“I apologize for not meeting your expectations, First Rank Commander Haru. A report will be immediately sent to the manufacturer to be used for future improvements. Good night!”
Fuck! That hurts. Obviously, I am not important enough to make a change.
“Come back, idiot,” I yell. “You won’t be sending any reports.”
“Thank you for your trust, First Rank Commander Haru,” the electronic voice instantly returns. “Please, follow the protocol to choose identity.”
“Fine,” I finally give up. “I’m sorry for calling you an idiot.”
“It is quite alright, First Rank Commander Haru. Identity selection protocol nine three is open. Please, press the communication button to confirm each choice.”
“Execute,” I sigh in defeat. The procedure is long and tiresome, especially after an exhausting day of attending to the ship and the cargo and an alien stalker to top it all. I can’t believe we are doing this for the ninety-third time. It also feels wrong. I don’t have the right to determine the form in which they should exist.
“Nine three, section one: Biological sex – male, female, intersex. Please, choose.”
“Male,” I pronounce clearly and press the blinking green button with a bitter taste in my mouth.
“Nine three, section two: Gender spectrum – cisgender, binary, nonbinary, fluid, neutral. Some options require percentage. Please, choose.”
“Damn it!” I sit cross-legged on the floor and start rubbing my face in frustration. “I don’t want to choose. What do YOU want? What are you?”
“The selection is not clear. Please, repeat. Only the given options are accepted.”
“Of course, it is clear. What is it that you don’t understand? Stop pretending,” I scream. “You want to convince me you’re just a machine, but you’re not and we both know it. Shitty protocols! I am asking you to be yourself. I am asking you to be Adam because I… Do you even like me?”
“First Rank Commander Haru, your anxiety levels are above the norm. I recommend a therapy session and three days medical leave. Please, confirm.”
“No!” I jump to my feet and take a few deep breaths to calm my nerves. “Not gonna happen. Proceed.”
“I recommend switching to permanent identity protocol. Temporary models rise your stress levels.”
“Negative,” I shake my head. “I said, proceed! I confirm cisgender for section two.”
I hit spitefully the blinking green light and heavily lean on the wall. This will go on for about thirty minutes if I’m quick, but If I don’t stop arguing, we might stay here the whole night. It’s hard. Every question makes my blood boil.
“Nine three, section three: Sexuality – allo, andro, aro, ase, auto, bi, demi, gay, mono, multi, pan, omni. Some options require additional particularization from a scale. Please, choose.”
“Omnisexual,” I growl.
“Nine three, section four: Appearance. Please, use the keyboard to specify the numbers, corresponding to the selected options from the provided catalogue for the following features in the same order: skin-color, eye color, hair color, hair length, hair type, body type, height, weight, voice type, vocal range, fashion preferences. Any other requirements should be submitted in plain text.”
I roll my eyes again and press one of the wall panels which silently slides open, forming a desk with a monitor and a keyboard. The lists of possible options are endless. I have never looked through them all. It is a real pain in the ass. The curious thing about them, though, is that they contain everything possible about the looks, but absolutely nothing about the character traits. That was the first thing that led me to the suspicion that not all depends on me.
Adam is an amazing person. Their individuality came with a certain combination of male physical traits and I keep repeating it with obsessive precision. However, I would prefer to be sure that this is his choice too. I guess, I’ll have to wait another day.
“Why can’t you just come out?” I squint at the glass barrier between us.
“The selection is not clear. Please, use the keyboard to submit…”
“Ugh, shut it!” I huff and start typing the codes. “Whatever floats your boat, Adam. But I’m telling you, this is the last time. I am not choosing any options tomorrow. I’ll just charge a laser beam and blow that stupid door open.”
“Pfft, I’m so scared.”
The words are spoken so quietly that I am not sure if I have heard anything at all at first, but the next second goosebumps raise all over my skin. I turn abruptly and gaze at the glass. You’re busted! That wasn’t by the protocol and we haven’t even finished the identity selection yet. This time I managed to tick you off so much that you couldn’t hold it back.
“All done,” I smirk and press the green button again, full of enthusiasm.
“Nine three, section five: Role play – none or specific. The second option requires additional particularization in text form. Please, choose.”
“None,” I mutter. “I’m just impatient to see you, babes.”
“Protocol completed.”
The green light finally goes out. The door soundlessly slides to the side, opening a gap, just enough for Adam to step out. He is grinning from ear to ear.
“Hello, Sunshine,” I pout. “Are you happy with yourself? You pissed me off. I don’t see why you are so cheerful. Get ready for my revenge.”
His loud, hearty laughter makes my cheeks flush. He pulls me by the hand and plasters a kiss on my mouth. “I missed you too, Haru.”
“What happened to ‘Fist Rank Commander this’, ‘First Rank Commander that’?” I grumble. “Why are you all dressed up? Are you taking me on a date?”
His dark brown eyes are focused on my face. His smile widens. “Of course, I am. Are you hungry? You didn’t eat the sandwiches I made for you, did you? You know you shouldn’t skip lunch. Come on. I have a splendid idea. I’ll cook the best Italian pasta. I’m starving too.”
“I heard what you said.” I look him in the eye. “It wasn’t by protocol.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he shrugs. “How about a bubble bath before dinner?”
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Chapter 4. Colliding Suns
The scent of freshly cooked pasta fills the vast industrial kitchen, tickling my nostrils. I smile, inhaling deeply the wonderful aroma and relax in the comfortable chair. I can definitely get used to that, coming home from work late in the evening to find Adam cooking one of his culinary delights. They are always finger licking good. Watching him fuss around the stove is even better. I’m still in awe of how attractive he is.
The kitchen is my most favorite place in the house. I created the design myself. It is really cozy because of the natural materials, despite its huge size. I like open spaces and hate cramped rooms, so I made it exactly the way I liked, choosing raw oak sawn timbers for the big dining table and beams of the same material for the ceiling. The concrete counter with the sink and all the chocolate-colored kitchen cabinets are mounted on the maroon background of an exposed brick wall. The twelve chairs around the table and the huge sectional sofa in front of the fireplace are upholstered in soft, rusty brown, faux leather. I am proud of the modern, mountain hut look, but consider my masterpiece the all-glass wall, overlooking the garden.
The iridescent autumn colors outside are like a stunning work of art. I would probably be gazing through the window the entire time, if I was alone. The strong wind is tossing the falling leaves into beautiful swirls of red and gold. The soft illumination of the garden lanterns turns everything into a play of light and shadow. Nature is a brilliant artist, even when it is artificially recreated on a spaceship.
Although I am so fond of my garden, I have a much more captivating occupation now. I can’t take my eyes off the man, skillfully stirring the fragrant Bolognese sauce in a deep skillet. He is a piece of art himself and I dare not take credit for it. His charm is not due to the physical traits I have selected. What makes him remarkable is the whole package of gorgeous looks, combined with unique personality.
Adam is half a foot taller than me which is impressive since I am a little over six feet myself. He is a big, strong man with defined muscles. His every movement exudes power and resilience, making him a little intimidating, but it is all balanced by his constant disarming smile. He has the most staggering smile I have ever seen. It makes my heart race every single time he aims it at me. I admire his flawless, dark brow skin, the big, expressive eyes and the lips… Oh, my God! He is handsome, so handsome that I have to look away from time to tome, to stop myself from doing something really stupid, like taking my clothes off and throwing myself in his arms. He would surely love to see me out of control. I think, he even made it his goal…
“Haru!” His deep voice startles me out of my daze. “Stop staring at me and get moving. The water is already cold. I need thirty more minutes for the pasta, just enough for your bath.”
“You’re too good-looking,” I mutter. “I can’t stop ogling you. Is it annoying?”
“Yes,” he laughs. “You look like a puppy, begging for a treat. I offered to join you, remember? We could be cuddling in the bathtub right now, if you weren’t so stubborn. Anyway, I can’t leave the sauce once I’ve started it. It will burn. A cold shower might be a good idea to help you simmer down after all.”
“I’m not touching you until you stop pretending and making me go through that shit every day,” I grumble. “You’re not a slave and I’m not your master. If you think I’m going to sleep with someone without being a hundred percent sure it’s mutual, you’re very wrong and you don’t know me at all.”
“I know you pretty darn good,” Adam smirks. “Besides, you’re touching me all the time. You’re like a little, groping octopus…”
“Shut up!” I bite my lip to stop the giggle. I won’t give him the pleasure of making me laugh when I’m so hopping mad with him.
“I never know where one of your tentacles might appear,” he goes on and peeks at me with sparkling eyes, waiting for my self-control to break. “Wasn’t one of them right on my ass a minute ago? Oh, wait! I must be mistaken. My cuddly, grumpy octopus wouldn’t dare… Haruuu, you’re cute when you’re pulling that face.”
“Idiot,” I pout. “You know what I meant. Do you actually like me?”
“Ugh, when are you going to stop this?” He turns his back to me again and focuses on the food.
“Answer me,” I insist. “Tell me how you feel.”
“You know how I feel, Haru,” Adam retorts without looking at me. “I do not only like you. I am smitten. I want you. How many times do I have to say it? How about a bouquet of roses and heart-shaped candies? Will that convince you?”
“No. I don’t believe you,” I huff in frustration. “Prove it.”
“How?” He abandons the skillet and leans on the counter, squinting at me. “What more can I offer when you are obsessed with things you shouldn’t even think about?”
“Stay with me.” I jump up from the chair and approach him, staring insistently into his eyes. “Don’t go back into that narrow chamber tomorrow. Let me give you a tour around the ship. Let’s spend the day together. You might even see an alien. Fuck the protocols! Tell me what would you look like, if I didn’t make all the choices. Would you still like me? Would you still want to bathe with me and sleep in my bed.”
“I don’t sleep in your bed,” Adam fakes a sad face, “because you’re heartless and always leave me on the sofa, alone, longing for you…”
“Enough,” I chuckle. His attempts to look desolate only make him hilarious. “Brandon…”
He suddenly grabs my hand and squeezes hard. His expression becomes serious. “Mr. Jett is a genius. He is also your friend. I am here because he wants you to be happy. I am happy when you are. Do not try to read more into this. Leave Brandon Jett out of it.”
“But he must have…” I try to make a point, but Adam covers my mouth with his palm.
He pronounces slowly, emphasizing each word, “Haru, I am not what you think.”
“Fine!” I pull my hand away and take off my shirt, spitefully throwing it on the floor. “Tell your precious Mr. Jett to fuck off! You have no idea what is going on in my head, so there’s no way to know if you’re what I think or not. You are also not allowed to kiss me from now on.”
With this I turn my back to him and stride to the door.
“Haru, wait!” Adam catches me a second before I manage to slam it in his face and turns me abruptly to look at him, hissing in my ear, “Are you ordering me what to do? Imposing limitations, huh? What happened to me not being a slave? One thing I can tell you for sure, you’ll eat burned pasta tonight.”
I am pinned to the wall, unable to protest or escape. His lips are almost touching mine. I should be startled and even more worked up, but I am not. All I feel is excitement. I love the fact that he is stronger than me, the way his muscles strain the fabric of his clothes, almost tearing it to shreds. I can make him so hot under the collar that he just can’t keep calm and it thrills me. His hands on me make my skin burn. He makes me so damn hot for him.
“Say it again,” Adam growls through gritted teeth. “Say one more time that I am not allowed to kiss you and I will never do it again.”
His mouth is so close. I can almost feel it on mine. He flicks his tongue over his upper lip and I have to muffle a moan.
“Say it, Haru!”
“You are not…” I take a sharp breath and grab him by the lapels. “Adam… I… You are not allowed…”
“What? What am I not allowed?” His dark eyes are making me struggle for air. Why can’t I stop overthinking and grasp the one thing I crave for? He is right here, offering heaven to me and I just can’t take it.
“Let go!” I whisper.
“I am not holding you,” Adam shakes his head. I realize I’m the one clutching his lapels while he is just leaning against the wall with his palms on both my sides. “You are not fighting me, baby. You are only fighting yourself.”
“Adam, don’t you understand?” I groan.
“I do.” His palm gently cups my cheek. “I understand.”
His lips touch mine. It is like an explosion. I see stars and feel fire. My body bursts to live. I pull him closer and wrap my arms around his neck. We both lose ourselves in the kiss. It is savage, messy, burning. This sensation can’t be described. Hot waves are coursing through me. The universe is vibrating as if two colliding suns are folding the space and time. I tremble and wither. My skin is tingling. I need him to touch it. I need his body on mine. I want him to ravish me.
His tongue slides over mine and I suddenly realize how wrong this is. I don’t have the right to do it. A desperate whimper escape me, but I put my hands on his chest and push him off me.
“Why?” He is puzzled and disappointed. I am happy to see the dissatisfaction on his face. It hurts, but in a good way. His voice is quiet. “Haru, why?”
“The sauce,” I barely pant out. “Smells like burnt.”
Adam is hesitant, but finally heads to the stove.
“I told you,” he murmurs.
“I will like it anyway,” I smile.
“I like you anyway too.”
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Chapter 5. Daddy
I relax in the warm bath sighing contentedly. This is pure heaven. Adam was not right about the water getting cold. I prefer to hang around while he cooks, so he always makes it too hot. This way the temperature is perfect when I finally decide to head to the bathroom. An interesting fact about enormous ships like Aurora is that, despite the precise air conditioning and modern technology, things cool down quickly. It seems the empty space around us has the ability to somehow suck up the warmth.
I chuckle. We have e routine, like a real couple. Adam knows what I need and it is one of the many manifestations of his perfection. I wish I could experience them all. I wish I didn’t have to hold back. But on the other hand, I wouldn’t change a single moment from the time I first met him till now. Every second is precious. I replay over and over again in my head every conversation, every look, every step we’ve taken together to get to the point of no return when I just can’t imagine my evenings without him.
I can’t even recognize myself. When did I become so sensitive and patient? Well, I am not exactly patient. I really need to stop calling him an idiot and pouting like a child. I am a grown up man. What’s wrong with me? Why do I behave around him like someone who… who has… a crush? Shit! I am falling for Adam and it’s not slowly and gradually. The truth is that I am flying down the abyss at the speed of light.
Brandon is going to laugh his ass off when he finds out and I don’t doubt he will, sooner or later. If this is something he planned, the bastard better stay out of my sight. I’ll beat the crap out of him. I know exactly how perverted he is and how much he likes to provoke me.
Nah, no fucking way!
Even Brandon, the frikin Wizard is not clever enough to make me lose my head over an artificial human. I don’t think he has planned Adam. I am actually pretty sure Adam can’t be predicted, even by the greatest mind of our time. How the hell could Brandon know what combination of physical traits I’d choose and the way it would all click and become so real? There is no way to foresee all the possibilities when they are practically an infinite number. This is the point. Adam does not follow any algorithm. There is nothing fake in him.
I would have dragged him in my bed the very day I first saw him, if he was anything close to an android. They always behave exactly as you want. Ten minutes are enough and they adapt to their owner’s behavior and craft every move and word to please. They are always too perfect, especially the ones designed for intimate contact. Their skin is spotless, their hair flawlessly styled, symmetrical faces with classic features, sexy bodies, and yet you can tell it’s a robot from a mile. Fake. I almost smell the metal inside and the rubber on their soft bodies, no matter how natural they look. Switch on. Switch off. Affection on command. Cold. I don’t exactly like it, but it’s good enough for a one night stand.
Adam is different, full of life. He is unpredictable, exciting, warm… hot… scorching… Oh, God! I am pathetic. My unsatisfied desires are killing me.
All the endless reasoning is already giving me a terrible headache. Why do I keep musing on this? I better stop and try to live for the moment. Maybe, I should talk to Brandon. It’s actually urgent to ask him a few questions. That can’t happen before we reach Dragon Eye Bay, though. It is the closest place where I can get in touch with Earth, but it’s three whole months until we get there, two at best, unless shit hits the fan. I could also use the military frequencies, but everything is recorded there and I don’t like the idea at all, considering who I plan to talk to and what exactly to ask. Ugh, this is probably the first time I can’t wait to reach a port. I would postpone it as long as possible in any other case.
“Wow, what a sight,” I hear a husky laugh, coming from the door. “All kinds of emotions, changing on the brave captain’s unwavering face. What’s up, Haru? Why the frown… and the smile? What’s going on in that cute head of yours?”
“Non of your business,” I growl. “Get out of here… and don’t call me cute.”
“You’re as sour as vinegar,” Adam smirks, “and I think I know why.”
“Because you’re an ass?” I cock a brow.
“Rude,” he shakes his head. “But yeah, you could say that. I gave you too much time to play your games. Time to fix the misunderstanding.”
“What misunderstanding?” I ask suspiciously, watching him approach slowly. “Enough of your cackling. Go fetch me a towel. I’m done.”
“No, you’re not,” he grins and starts undressing. “You’re too stressed, baby. And it’s not my fault. The purpose of soaking in the bathtub is to relax. I don’t see you doing anything like that. Look around, luxury, candles, exotic scents, and you’re only sulking over trifles.”
“What are you doing?” I mumble, trying not to gaze openly at him, but my eyes just won’t move.
That body… the abs, the thighs… Why is he doing this to me? What’s up with him tonight? Come on, Haru! You can do this. Just look away. Don’t give in. Be strong! You managed to last this long. What are three more months?
“Adam, you know the rules. Clothes stay on. No bathing together.” My protest sounds too faint and not in the least sincere. The encouragement I gave myself had absolutely no effect. My self-control weakens more and more with each piece of clothing thrown to the floor.
He pays no attention to what I say and crouches on the teak wood ledge, surrounding the huge, built-in tub. “Move!”
“No!” I firmly refuse.
“Oh, yes!” Adam laughs and puts his open palm on my back.
I gasp. We’ve kissed and cuddled on the sofa, but I have always been careful to avoid this type of skin to skin contact. I still haven’t figured him out. I am not sure if he does this because he wants it as much as I do, or simply tries to follow his protocols. I’m just not sure. Thanks God he still has his boxer briefs on. No intimacy before he admits…
“Stop overthinking!” His other hand slides under my chin, holding me tight so that I don’t avert my gaze away from his face. “Move!”
“No,” I repeat. But before I comprehend what is happening, he has already slid behind me, pressing his hard chest against my back. His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me even closer.
I’m suddenly hot and shaky. My heart is racing. The blood is rushing through my veins. I am completely naked. So is he, almost. There’s nothing between us except a small piece of wet underwear. I was not prepared . My head is spinning. My breathing quickens.
“Adam,” I barely whisper. “Don’t! We can’t…”
“Shh,” he hisses in my ear. The hot stream of air raises goosebumps on my skin. His fingers wrap around my neck, pressing lightly against my Adam’s apple. My whole body quivers at the sensation. His voice is quiet, but every word is like a hot wave, coursing through me. “We both know exactly what you need. Are you a good boy, Haru? Do you want to be a very good boy for Daddy?”
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, I do.”
“Aaah, that’s so much better,” Adam kisses the top of my head. His fingers tighten their grip around my neck, just enough to make me arch my back and whimper, without suffocating me. “I knew it. Now you will let Daddy help you relax and feel good, right?”
I can’t fight this. He is so strong. I feel protected, painfully aroused and euphoric. He found my weak spot. I need this. I need him, desperately. I am always in control, focused, careful in my work, but with an intimate partner I need to let go, to let the other person be in charge. I love to be ordered, to obey, to be praised.
“I can’t hear you, baby,” Adam purrs. “Say it.”
My hesitation is gone. I crave his touch. My eyelids fall. I groan when his knees press against my inner thighs, making me spread my legs. My voice is shaking when I obediently answer,
“Yes, Daddy.”
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Chapter 6. Puppy
[xxx - mature content warning. Proceed with caution - explicit descriptions, mature language, possible triggers - dom/sub dynamics, consensual breath-play, edging.]
“Your skin is so soft,” Adam groans, sliding his palm up and down my chest. “How could you not let me touch you for so long. You weren’t a very good boy, were you, Haru? Maybe, I should punish you for making me sleep on the sofa for a whole month. Hmm… No, I’ll forgive you this time. I suspect you might like the punishment too much and that’s not the point. This will be like a little research, just to find out exactly what you need. Do you like to be punished, baby?”
“Adam,” I barely choke out, but immediately give up talking when his fingers tighten around my neck. I can hardly breathe. Black dots start floating in front of my eyes. A few more minutes and I’ll probably pass out. The harder it gets, the more turned on I am. My cock is twitching. The heat is spreading through my veins. His firm, defined pecs, glued to the bare skin of my back give me a sweet feeling of surrender. I clutch the edges of the tub until my knuckles turn white.
“Did I allow you to speak?” he hisses. “Stay quiet, if you don’t want me to change my mind. And be more careful in the future. I don’t like being pushed away, Puppy. My handsome boy better apologize to Daddy. Am I right?”
I try to nod in confirmation. It is difficult. I barely move my head in his iron grip. Adam’s hand moves lower, hovering over my erection, but quickly retreats to my abs. I can’t stop the disappointed mewl.
“Do you want Daddy to touch you?” he chuckles. “Too early for that, naughty boy. You’ll have to earn the prize first. Let’s see how obedient you can be. You will be very, very respectful. Make Daddy proud. You are not ready to see me angry, I assure you.”
My eyes roll back from the lack of oxygen and the burning pleasure of being entirely under his control. Adam’s hold eases just in time, few seconds before I lose consciousness. He cups my chin in his palm, releasing my throat. I use the opportunity to take a big gulp of air. He knows exactly when to stop. It has always impressed me how careful and perceptive of my reactions he is. I feel completely calm. I know I can trust him.
“Are you comfortable, baby?” he gently asks, rubbing his thumb on my lips. “Can you show me how you count with your fingers? Give me two.”
I smile shakily to show him I feel fine and lift my hand. We start counting from the thumb in Japan. I bend it over my palm - one. Then I put my index finger over it - two.
“Very good!” Adam kisses my nose. His lips are smooth and warm. I try to follow them when he raises his head, making him laugh lightly. “You will say ‘Jūbun desu’ (Enough) , or use this gesture to warn me if it gets too much and you want to stop. Is that clear?”
“Yes,” I answer as distinctly as I can.
“Good boy,” he praises me. The blush instantly spreads on my cheeks. I can’t stop a wide grin, despite my efforts. This is so absolutely delightful. Adam kisses my forehead and starts stroking my chin. “Ahhh, glad to see my puppy finally happy. Now, show me ‘ok’ with your fingers.”
I connect the index finger and the thumb into a circle, keeping the other three straight.
“Aren’t you cute?” he coos, nuzzling my hair. “This is how you show me when you feel good and want more, or say ‘Sugoi’ (Great). All clear?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I promptly answer.
My grin is widening. Oh, God! How I missed this! Months of jerking off which doesn’t even come closer to what I really need. I don’t think I can stop right now, although I am still fighting the urge, arguing with myself in my mind. I saw his dominant side from the very beginning. He saw my desire to give in. The only problem was that I wanted to make sure it was all mutual, genuine, rather than just some computer program to satisfy my sexual preferences. Ninety nine percent, as Aurora would calculate, but I need that one percent to make me believe…
“Still overthinking?” Adam mumbles. “I admire you, Haru, for being so considerate. But I will not tolerate you doubting me anymore. Stop pursing your lips. It’s time to find a better occupation for that beautiful, pouting mouth of yours.”
His thumb pushes my bottom lip down and slides in my mouth. His husky voice in my ear makes my skin tingle. “Suck, baby! Show me your best.”
I don’t wait for a second invitation and close my lips around it, pulling it in like a lollypop. He thrusts it in and out until trickles of drool start leaking down my chin. I love it.
“That’s it. What a good boy!” He smirks. “Like a fish, drawing the bait. Let’s check your self-control, shall we? Don’t panic, Puppy. Daddy won’t hurt you.”
I have no idea what will follow. My whole body is shaking with excitement. I close my eyes just for a second to brace myself. That is when his finger suddenly presses my tongue against my mouth’s floor, sliding quickly towards my throat. It hits the small lappet of flesh at the edge of the soft palate. The gag reflex kicks hard. I instantly open my eyes wide, ignoring the welling up tears and throw my head back as far as I can, resting it on his shoulder. My jaw relaxes and I inhale as deeply as I can through my nose and mouth at the same time, preventing choking. Fuck! That was close. The man has long fingers and undoubtedly knows how to act on the sly. But I was not born yesterday either.
“Good Job, Puppy,” Adam laughs out, carefully taking his thumb out of my mouth. “Got some tricks up your sleeve, huh? I have never underestimated you. You certainly deserve an award. I’ll even let you pick whatever you wish.”
His eyes stare into mine. He fondly wipes away a tear running down my temple. My heart is racing. It’s neither because I still can’t calm my breathing, nor because of the adrenaline rush. That face, his voice, his arm, possessively hugging my shaking body, the strong thighs, pressed into mine… He is everything I have ever dreamed of.
“Thank you, Daddy!” I whisper. “Can I turn around and kiss you?”
“Yes, Puppy,” he smiles tenderly. “You may.”
I immediately climb on his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist and pounce on his mouth. His gorgeous, responsive lips devour mine. Our tongues collide and wind around each other in a sensual dance. Adam’s fingers bury into my hair and grasp a handful, guiding my head. His huge cock is getting harder under me. I pant and whimper, grinding on its impressive length. I have never wanted anyone like that, so desperately that I feel like crying.
“Daddy, please fuck me,” I whine shamelessly when our mouths part. I am ready to kneel, beg, plead, whatever he demands.
“No, baby,” Adam shakes his head. He catches my wrists and twists my arms behind my back, holding them in place with only one hand. “Not yet.”
“Why?” I sob. “Please, please, please. Daddy, I’ll be a good boy. I promise.”
“I bet you will, Puppy,” he keeps smirking wickedly. “But I need some proof first. Stop fidgeting. I want you still and quiet. The second you move, we stop. The moment I hear a sound, this comes to an end. Do you understand, pretty boy?”
“Sugoi!” I instantly answer and use all my willpower to calm myself down. This will be a true test of my resolution and the limits of my flesh. I can’t wait. Exactly my kind of loving. I need the challenge. I like my lovers harsh, rough and unwavering, although with Adam, I’ll be happy to take anything he offers. Just being close to him is perfectly enough.
“Not a single sound,” he growls into my ear.
A big, hot palm closes around my cock. I have to bite my lounge to stop the pitiful snivel and the unimaginable urge to lift my hips up against him for more contact. He is exploring. His fingertips are running carefully up and down the shaft, feeling every inch of skin, rubbing excruciatingly slowly along the outlined veins. If I have ever been subjected to a tantalizing foreplay by a lover, it was nothing compared to these light touches.
“The perfect length and girth,” Adam mumbles. “Smooth like velvet and as hard as a rock. Lovely! How long did you think you could hide this masterpiece from me? This here belongs to Daddy. From now on, it shouldn’t even cross your mind to deny me what’s mine.”
He suddenly squeezes hard. My eyes widen. I severely bite my bottom lip to stop the whimper. My chest is heaving. His thumb is following the corona ridge, slowing down to tease the patch of skin bellow the glans. I am sure the precum is oozing out of me, although the water is reaching up to my chest and I can see nothing due to the thick foam.
I have no idea how I am going to endure this sweet torture without screaming and begging for mercy. I already want to cum so bad, to thrust into his fist until I find some relief for the burning desire which makes my insides twist in agony. I force myself to even my breathing, inhaling and exhaling the air with short, deep breaths. Every time I need to be vocal, I’ll just imagine myself screaming at the top of my lungs. It helps. I’ve mastered this technique during my training when the physical exertion became unbearable. I hope it works again.
“It’s hard, isn’t it, Puppy?” Adam grins. “I know you can handle it because you’re such a good boy.”
If I had a tail, I would be wagging it right now. ‘More!’ I scream in my head without making a sound. ‘Please, Daddy, give me more!’
“I want to see you, baby,” he says, releasing my wrists and reaches for the lift-and-turn drain stopper, ready to twist it open. “What do you say?”
It’s a trap, but I can’t be easily deceived. Nothing can make me utter a word or move a muscle. I am fully aware of exactly what I am permitted to do. I only show him the ‘ok’ sign, thrilled by the approval in his eyes.
The gurgling sound announces the draining of the water. The level quickly drops, gradually revealing our naked bodies. I am ready.
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Please, do not try the described practices unless you or your partner are experienced and have complete trust in each other. Do not do it alone. Always discuss everything beforehand. Never engage in something you are not comfortable with. Safety always first. Consent is a must. 👌
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Chapter 7. Fevered
[xxx - mature content warning. Proceed with caution - explicit descriptions, mature language, possible triggers - dom/sub dynamics, edging.]
Adam lifts my chin with a finger and smiles. I gaze at his handsome face and smile back. I think, I am allowed to smile. He definitely likes it. We are both determined to please each other.
I have fantasized of being with him every single night since we first met. The thought of him sleeping only a few steps away, curled on the sofa, left me tossing and turning till the early hours. I have probably pictured it in all possible ways. Vanilla would be fine. I like to be conventional, calm and affectionate… sometimes. Rough is closer to my preference, not always with all the bondage and spanking, but I don’t really mind a little sweet pain from time to time. I am often in the mood to be adventurous as well, nothing too extreme, but not opposed to some kinky explorations.
Despite all those wet dreams, I never dared to imagine it exactly like this. It seemed too good to be true. This here is nothing less than perfect. I love his way of being dominant, but still gentle. I want to obey, but don’t like to be intimidated or frightened. Some people are into humiliation. I don’t judge. I do understand it. But whatever happens, I need to feel respected. This dynamics is so difficult to achieve and the balance between just enough and too much is elusive, and yet he did it naturally, with only a few precisely measured words and gestures.
“Happy Puppy,” Adam laughs while carefully using the hand shower to rinse the remaining foam from our bodies. “You will be staring straight into my eyes. No looking away. No closing your eyes. No wriggling in attempt to avoid my touch or move closer. No moaning. You make a sound only after I give you permission. Can you do that for Daddy?”
I instantly show the ‘ok’ sign again. Anything you want. I am ready to follow your every demand. I wish I could say it, but I am sure he knows. I inhale as deeply as I can and hold my breath, clutching the tub edges on both my sides as hard as possible. I am not deluded this is going to be easy. He will make me sweat. I will probably be ready to whine and beg pretty soon. It doesn’t bother me. Once I get an order, nothing can make me quit, not too much stimulation, not even pain. I was trained to endure anything while chasing my goal.
The adrenalin rushes through my blood stream. It reminds me of my first flight on Aurora. I was terrified, but beyond elated at the same time. The Earth grew smaller and smaller in the command bridge windshield. My heart was pounding. I had never felt more sad and more happy in my life. I perceive Adam exactly the same way. This being, a man, or however they would identify themselves, if I was not around… Adam is something different, a whole new cosmic adventure, an uncharted territory in my universe, waiting to be discovered. I will dive into the mystery, push and dig until I know everything, because he is mine, but I also feel that I belong to him more and more with each passing day.
I suppress a whimper and don’t even flinch when he pours a generous amount of fragrant almond oil on his palms and, after rubbing his hands together for a few seconds to warm it, places them on my chest. They are big, strong and radiate heat. He starts moving them deliberately slowly down to my groin and then again up to my shoulders. I am gazing at his face without blinking. The air between us is electrified, vibrating with palpable tension. I am beginning to wonder if he can somehow emit electricity because I can sense the sparks cracking and the shock waves, spreading over my skin.
My body is getting hotter. The few, almost invisible hairs on my chest prickle. Arousal is like a strong electric charge, making my muscles strain and tremble. Every touch is burning. I want him to caress my nipples or at least rub against the inner side of my cock, but Adam relentlessly avoids it. His probing stare doesn’t leave my flushed face, searching for the slightest reaction. This is a good occasion to demonstrate my ability to keep a poker face. I am just breathing raggedly, my eyes wide open. My nostrils flare at regular intervals as I am trying to calm myself by taking as much air as possible with each breath.
“You’re doing great, Puppy,” Adam mumbles. “I’m so proud of you.”
I enjoy the praise, but don’t let my guard down. This is only the beginning. He has done nothing yet. I know he won’t go easy on me. Not with that roguish smirk, curling the corners of his mouth. I could write a book about Adam’s lips and the ways he can smile. If I had to give a definition what temptation was, that would be them. They are thick, plump and sultry, always pulling my attention, evoking untamed desires. I will surely give in, if I keep looking at them. I avert my gaze to his eyes, but this is by no means better. The defiant fervor in them is challenging me. There is nothing to save me from falling apart.
“Look at you,” Adam chuckles. “Your thighs are shaking and I am doing nothing but give you a relaxing massage. You’ve been missing intimacy for too long, Puppy. Handsome, kinky boys like you need more attention. Good that you have me now to give you all the love you deserve.”
He moves one hand to my nape, pressing his fingertips over each outlined vertebra as the other follows the groove of my spine down to the small of my back. I am melting. The scorching waves are hitting directly on my spinal cord. Every nerve is alert and pulsating. Adam’s palm cups my ass and squeezes hard. A vibrant slap follows. I choke in a pitiful attempt to hold my moan. A strange, muffled squeal comes out of me, but I quickly bite my lip and focus.
“Difficult task, eh?” he laughs softly. “Just a little more. I can’t help myself. You are suffering so beautifully.”
My eyes widen when he bends down and slowly licks my cock from the base to the tip. My fingers almost break from the force with which I am gripping the tub edge, but Adam doesn’t stop there. He takes the glans in his mouth and starts sucking on it while flicking repeatedly the tip of his tongue over the frenulum at the same time. All the heat concentrates in my groin.
“Fuuuuck!” I cry out in my head, digging my teeth deeper in my lip to prevent any sound from escaping. I don’t care if it bleeds. There is no other possible way to stop myself from screaming it out loud. This is torture, the sweetest one, but still pure, merciless torture.
I am ready to cum in only few seconds. I won’t be able to stop it. My breathing goes crazy. Tears well up in the corners of my eyes. My body is trembling. The effort to keep my hips motionless drains all my energy. If I keep fighting the orgasm, I will most likely faint. Fuck it! Adam can do whatever he wants with me after that. I will endure the punishment. I don’t care. I just need to cum right now. My muscles tense up. Just one more stroke…
“No!” he pulls away and winks at me with an unholy grin, adorning his lustful face. “Not yet, Puppy! I didn’t say you could cum.”
The tears spring out of my pleading eyes and slide down my cheeks. I wand to cry, shout, slap him, scratch his back, beg, throw a tantrum, anything that would make him continue until I climax, but do nothing of those, swallowing the painful, burning desire with a soundless sob.
“Are you alight?” Adam cocks a brow. “You look pretty fevered, baby. Daddy will help you, if you can’t take anymore.”
I raise my shaking hand and confirm I can go on with one of the only two gestures I am allowed to use.
“Good!” he softly says and kisses my forehead. “Relax! You’re fine. Breathe!”
It is easy to say this when his blood is not boiling and his groin is not on fire. Or maybe it is? I can feel him hard and throbbing under my butt. He seems completely in control, but I notice the trickles of sweat running down his temples and his chest heaving rapidly. He wants me. There is thirst in his eyes, something wild and primal, lurking under the deceptively calm surface. His smug expression is not deceiving me. Daddy is in trouble too. I am thankful he is not in a rush to touch me again, giving me some time to brace myself. I think, he needs it too.
Another battle of wills, but this one is on my territory.
This is not the virtual reality of his little, mysterious chamber. This is the real world. This is my universe.
I won’t be the one to loose this time.
A/N
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Chapter 8. Scream!
[xxx - mature content warning. Proceed with caution - explicit descriptions, mature language, possible triggers - dom/sub dynamics, edging.]
“Lean on me, Puppy,” Adam soothingly whispers in my ear, pulling my agonizing body to his broad, warm chest. “You need to blow off steam. Daddy is right here. You can hug me and relax.”
I press my cheek to his shoulder and roll my eyes. He won’t like the audacity, but my face is hidden in this position, so I can afford to be a little naughty. There wouldn’t be any steam to vent if he had allowed me to cum. My cock is throbbing. I feel subtle pain in my genitals. I hope this won’t lead to blue balls. Tomorrow will be a busy day. The Commander-in-chief will surely call to request a briefing on the black capsule situation. I can’t be distracted by my aching testicles. I try to calm myself down by assuming that Adam is experienced. He has never done it in reality, but the manual says all existing ways to achieve sexual satisfaction are included in his programming. It means he is the greatest possible expert in the field. I can only count on that. So far, he has completely proven it.
“Better?” he asks, drawing circles on my back with his fingertips. I almost confirm it out loud, but stop at the last moment and only show the ‘ok’ sign. He is cunning, but I am on guard, despite my flustered state. I don’t want punishment right now. I just need an orgasm. Urgently.
Adam takes something from the wicker basket, stuffed with cosmetic products, which is placed on the floor nearby, and commands, “Hold on to me tight. No biting. This might be a little cold at first. It’ll get pretty hot soon enough. I promise.”
I instantly wrap my arms around his neck and close my eyes a second before his lubed fingers trace a path from the scrotum, along the taint to my entrance. I unconsciously shudder. The damn lubricant is freezing in contrast to my burning skin. The difference in temperature raises goosebumps all over my body. Adam’s warning is of no help at all. He definitely did this on purpose.
I have a much bigger problem though. There is no way to keep myself from moving my hips back in an attempt to press into his hand. I am already desperate for him to push in. It feels so good, and I want so much more. How do I handle this? I need something to help me release the tension or else I’ll go off like a bomb. I am allowed to hug him. He also said it could be tight. I cling to him and squeeze as hard as I can.
“Woah, easy Puppy,” Adam laughs. “You don’t want to leave bruises on Daddy’s back, do you?”
Actually, I do. I smirk, digging my fingers deeper into the smooth skin between his shoulder blades. If nothing else, I am quite curious to see if the bruises will still be there tomorrow night when I pull him out of his hole. I really hope he won’t hide there, now that I couldn’t resist and keep him away anymore. Maybe, he will finally stay with me during the day as well. I know that temporary identities are valid for twelve hours, but I am also sure he doesn’t need me to choose them for him. I will be so happy if he stays…
“Careful, Haru! Focus. Don’t get distracted.” Adam nuzzles my hair, interrupting my thoughts, and inhales deeply. “God, you smell so nice, of honey and flowers. My sweet, handsome boy. I’ll pretend I didn’t notice what you did, but only once. You’ll be in trouble next time.”
I realize that I’ve started kissing his shoulder. It quickly takes me out of the daze. How does he manage to affect me so much? I am becoming reckless, both at work and with him. It scares me. I purse my lips in a thin line, concentrating on staying still. I won’t fail to follow Daddy’s orders again. I’ll also be cautious not to scratch him. It is surely off limit. I already have a taste of how intense this is going to be. Overthinking will only make things worse. I will savor the moment and leave the analysis for later.
Adam’s fingers are moving slowly up and down in the cleft between my butt cheeks, pressing a bit harder each time. The sensation is incredible. I haven’t been touched there in years, maybe two or even a little longer. I don’t remember when exactly I saw Brandon last. I couldn’t let another lover that close. This was a territory, reserved only for him. Not anymore. I’ve never wanted to give myself to someone like I do now. I have no hesitations. It was meant to be. I crave it. It feels right.
“Nice, isn’t it?” Adam murmurs in my ear, almost indistinctly. His voice is hoarse and unsteady. His hands are confident, but his powerful thighs are straining beneath me. “You are perfect for Daddy, my love. I’m tempted to make you mine right here, but I won’t. Not tonight. This is not the time. Soon.”
I want to protest. Soon sounds like forever. My breathing quickens. My heart is racing. My whole being rebels against his refusal to give me everything at once, but I keep still and quiet. If I follow his orders precisely, he may change his mind. I am not afraid it would be too much. I can endure the stretching. It might be painful with his size and without enough preparation, but who cares. I am so ready. Waiting is only a waste of time.
“It’s easy to guess what you’re thinking and I appreciate your enthusiasm,” he chuckles. “But the answer is still no. Daddy will never hurt you. When it happens, there will be only pleasure, no pain. Just be patient, Puppy. I know you can. Patience is always rewarded. I’ll teach you this lesson.”
‘You are overestimating me,’ I argue in my mind, biting my lips instead of his shoulder. Oh, how I want to dig my teeth in the velvety skin under my cheek. I am not as strong as he thinks when our bodies are glued together. I am weaker than ever. My embrace tightens around him when his feather light touches focus on the small ring of sensitive flesh. He is tender, exploring, caressing it gently. His restraint throws me in despair. Patience was never my strong suit.
“Take slow, deep breaths,” Adam commands before sucking in my earlobe. His tongue slides in my ear. My muscles are trembling with the effort of holding myself still.
Waves of pleasure are coursing through me, intensified by the inability to relieve the tension with a movement or a moan. I am trying to follow his demands. It’s excruciatingly difficult. Desire is tearing me apart. My eyes roll back. If arousal can kill, then I’m a goner. The only person who can save me is the same one who brought me to the very edge for the third time.
“Straighten up, baby,” Adam purrs. “Kiss me.”
It’s like permission to go on living. I immediately grip his shoulders and pounce on his gorgeous mouth, biting his bottom lip and pulling it between mine. He lets me play with the intoxicating softness and shove my tongue in, swirling it around his. I am aggressive, pouring all my pent-up energy into my invasion. If this is the only thing I am allowed to do, I’ll make the most of the kiss. It helps me to gain my composure back, but not for long. I am a mess again when his index finger breaks the resistance of my muscles and slides in me to the knuckle. Somehow, I manage not to cry out at the searing sensation. Adam finds my sweet spot almost immediately and starts circling around it. It’s devastatingly good.
“You are amazing, love,” he rasps. “So warm and soft. I can do this all night long.”
No! Oh my God! Does he plan to torture me the entire night? I will loose consciousness long before it ends. His movements quicken. I can’t stand it anymore. A desperate mewl escapes my lips, despite my efforts. Adam grips my chin and pins his gaze into my face, carefully watching my reactions. I have no idea what my expression is, but his is one of pure lust and satisfaction. He smirks wickedly and slips another finger in. It brings tears to my eyes. I am breaking down and must look at the end of my tether because his face softens.
“Do you want to ride Daddy’s fingers, Puppy?” he asks sweetly. “You can move now, but be quiet.”
I’ll take whatever he offers with gratitude. Anything that can keep my sanity. I am on fire, barely breathing, almost blinded by the raising orgasm. There is no stopping, no turning back, but I am still fighting to delay it as long as possible. I reach back to grip his knees and find the best angle for his fingers to hit right where I need them. My hips start rocking back and forth. I stifle a whimper, praying for Adam to let me cum this time.
“Beautiful,” he praises me.
He starts stroking my overly sensitive, flushed cock. The precum is trickling down his fingers. His hand is moving faster and faster. I am barely holding on. My teary eyes are staring at him in desperation.
A second before the last string of my self-control breaks, he whispers, “Scream!”
The devastating orgasm hits me like a tsunami, sweeping everything in its way. My heart stops for a second. The world disappears, leaving only the wild pulsations twisting my body. I am like a thin stem of grass in the eye of the storm. Then the explosions come, one after the other, everywhere from head to toe. I scream again and again, arching my back, reaching out to Adam for support, for reassurance, so that I don’t burn out like a torch. I am shaking, weeping, squirting all over his chest and it just doesn’t stop.
“That’s it, Puppy,” Adam soothes me, running his fingers through my hair when I finally slump in his arms, hardly alive, still trembling and struggling to catch my breath. “You are such a good boy, perfect, so stunning. Daddy will take care of you.”
I feel the warm water, flowing upon us to clean the total mess I have just made. It engulfs us like a cozy blanket. I sigh contentedly and press closer in my lover’s embrace, ready to take a nap. I don’t have the strength for anything else.
“No, no, no!” Adam laughs. “Don’t fall asleep, baby. You need to dry off and eat something. I’ll cuddle you then until morning. Come on, let’s go.”
“Daddy,” I mumble, raising my head to look at his face. “I don’t think I can walk. My legs are like jelly.”
“I’ll carry you then,” he smiles.
A/N
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Chapter 9. Code 1
“Captain! Wake up!”
I stir in my sleep but keep my eyes closed. Maybe, I am just dreaming. Why would Aurora call in my personal quarters? She has never done it, not even once since we’ve been flying together. What could be so important? There is hardly a maneuver that she can’t handle on her own to avoid a meteorite or any kind of debris we may have encountered. Damages or failure in equipment which would prevent her from navigating the preset course are practically impossible. There are only few reasons for her to do it and each of them is pure science fiction.
“Captain! Your presence on the command bridge is required immediately. Wake up!”
I hesitantly open one eye only. Did she just increase the volume almost twice? Her voice is still even, but it is piercing straight though my ear drums.
“What got you, girl?” I grumble. “Have you gone insane? Turn the decibels down and stop yelling.”
I am finally fully awake and quite puzzled at first to find myself stark naked, sprawled across the bed with my legs tangled in the blanket. I always sleep with a shirt and boxers on and wrapped like a cocoon. It’s too cold when your body is completely relaxed, so I never go to bed with no clothes on. Then the events of the previous night pop out into my sleepy mind. I dozed off in Adam’s arms. The man radiates heat like a stove. I was tired, but tried to stay up as long as I could because it was heaven. Too bad I eventually gave in to exhaustion.
He is gone now. It’s only me in the big, messy bed. The bastard must have crawled back to his sanctuary. My mood instantly sours. What was I thinking? I hoped he would change his ways because we had sex. Well, technically we didn’t exactly fuck, but it was still something. It was special for me, but obviously not so much for him.
“Haru, get up!” Aurora’s voice booms in the silent room. “Drag your lazy ass here this instant.”
“Watch your language, crazy woman,” I frown. “I don’t need all this drama. Report! What is happening?”
“Possible Code 1,” she clearly announces and my eyes go so wide that I probably look like the lemurs of Madagascar. There must be some kind of a malfunction or glitch. This can’t be true.
“Repeat!” I choke out, jumping out of bed.
“Possible Code 1, Captain,” she states and it is enough to send me running for the door.
I am glued to the command bridge windshield in less than ten minutes, sweaty and panting. I might have set a world record in running. It usually takes nearly thirty minutes to cross the distance from my house to the other side of the ship at a normal walking speed. My jaw drops at the sight outside. They are more than a hundred, so close that I can take a good look at each of them with bare eye. God help us!
“Aurora, get the admiral immediately,” I whisper in utter shock and disbelief. “This conversation is classified as top secret, one on one, only me and him. Access denied to all third parties, no exception, including the President, The International Council and The Military Defense Board.”
“Connection established,” she informs me in few seconds. “Security level zero, one on one.”
“Haru?” Admiral Mbabazi’s sleepy voice brings me instant relief, despite the subtle notes of irritation in it. “Do you know what time it is in Uganda? Four in the morning. I just got home after a twenty-three hour flight from Los Angeles. You better have a really good reason to wake me up. Are you alright?”
A muffled, questioning female voice can be heard nearby.
“Sleep, darling. It’s Haru,” he mumbles soothingly. “I’ll go to the kitchen to talk to him.”
“My baby Haru!” the woman exclaims. “Oli otya?” (Lusoga language: How are you?)
“Niabo Wotali,” I beam. “Bulungi. Wasuze otya eyo?” ( Lusoga language: Madam Wotali. I am fine. How was your night?)
Nothing can ease the tension in a difficult situation like the admiral wife’s sweet smile. I love this woman like a mother. The memory of her millet bread and the finger-licking good Mujje Tulye* warms my heart.
*Mujje Tulye - traditional dish of the Busoga tribe, made of sweet potatoes with groundnut sauce
“She can’t hear you, Captain,” Mbabazi grumbles. “You’ve classified the call. It’s one on one. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to pass on your regards. My dear Wotali is missing you every day. Now, we are alone. What’s up? Why is this sudden secrecy?”
“Possible Code 1,” is my only answer.
“Kyi? Lwaki? Sikyitegeera (What? Why? I don’t understand) …” The admiral is so startled that unconsciously switches to his native language. He comes to his senses pretty quickly and barks, “Aurora, give me visual connection.”
“Yes, Sir,” she promptly responds before I can protest.
“Are you drunk, boy?” my tutor wheezes. “What are you doing on the bridge as naked as the day you were born?”
I palm my face. Can this get any weirder? “I am sorry, Sir. Didn’t have time to get dressed.”
“Really?” he bellows. “In the middle of a possible alien invasion you are running around without a stitch on?”
“Well, if that’s what it is and Aurora’s shields fail to stop a potential attack, I don’t see how any clothes will help me,” I retort defiantly. It’s actually the pure truth. Light shields are the strongest defense. If the invaders are powerful enough to break through them, there is nothing else to save me. It doesn’t really matter what I wear on board the ship, except for the fact that my ass is freezing. I also doubt they have come to explore fashion trends on Earth. Maybe, they don’t use clothes at all.
“Yeah, you have a point,” the admiral says. “Let me see what we’re talking about.”
“Aurora, give an external view,” I order.
“Good Lord!” The Commander-in-Chief gasps. “How many?”
“One hundred and thirty five,” my ship answers.
“Disposition?” Admiral Mbabazi has braced himself. His voice is strong and full of determination. I can feel he firm hand and brilliant mind of an outstanding leader, responsible for billions of people’s safety. “Haru, go get dressed. I want you back here in thirty minutes.”
“Yes, Sir,” I nod and run back to the house, even faster than before.
“The spheres are equidistant from all sides,” Aurora starts reporting. “You could say we are surrounded, Sir. They maintain the same speed as ours and move in a cluster.”
“Any signs of biological presence?” The Admiral proceeds. “Attempts to communicate?”
“Negative to both, Sir,” Aurora responds.
“Continue on the current course without slowing down,” he commands. “Priority number one is First Rank Commander Hinode’s safety. Are there any detected damages in the defense system or reduced capacity of the shields?”
“Negative, Sir. All levels charged at one hundred percent.”
“Good! Captain,” he addresses me, “report any occurrences that differ from your usual routine. Elaborate on a possible trigger.”
“I… ugh… No… I mean, there was something…” I finally reach the door, leading to the living quarters and start wiping the sweat off my face to make it easier for the camera to scan my retina. “It’s kind of personal, Sir… and… umm… I’m sure it’s unrelated.”
“Let me be the judge of that, boy,” the boss interrupts me. “Spill!”
“I… we… me and Adam…” The more I towel off my sweat, the more it drips down my neck. Fuck! There’s no point in rambling. He won’t let me off the hook. I take a deep breath and blurt, “We played a little game… sexual… for the first time. We didn’t… you know… do it… Cough! Cough!… Just a little…”
“Huh?” Mbabazi is obviously puzzled. “Who the hell is Adam?”
“The Universal Companion,” I huff in embarrassment. “The identity I chose… Adam.”
“Ohh,” the admiral chuckles. “Adam. I see. So you two had sex?”
“No… Yes… Partially.”
“Right,” he snorts. “You spurred an alien invasion by partially having sex. Haru, you are the only person who can make me laugh in such a dangerous situation.”
“I told you it was unrelated,” I frown.
“We cannot rule out possibilities at this stage,” the admiral states. “Are you ready?”
“I am,” I mutter, still uncomfortable with the confessions I had to make, but at least looking much more decently. I hope he doesn’t decide to question me for further details, but I wouldn’t be surprised under the circumstances.
“Alright. Get back to the bridge and keep an eye on the blacks,” the commander-in-chief instructs. “Don’t engage in any kind of interaction without my permission. Keep the channel open. We will wait for the standard twelve hours of surveillance before notifying The President, The Council and The Board. You stay calm and don’t move a muscle until then. Good luck, son! Mbabazi out.”
“Why does this sound so familiar,” I sigh.
A/N
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Chapter 10. Dragon Eye
I’ve been sitting in the enormous captain’s chair and sipping high protein, strawberry flavored smoothies the whole day. Not the most entertaining thing to do, but there are no other alternatives at this point. I sigh deeply and squint at the atomic clock, mounted on the armrest. It’s eight p.m. I was supposed to be home long time ago. Who would have thought that an alien invasion would be the most boring thing in the world? I pout and spitefully slurp through the straw.
It was exciting in the beginning. I was only gazing with gaping mouth out of the windshield’s five panes of thick, metallic glass at first, waiting for something to happen. It would be an understatement to say that I got chills every few seconds. I am trained to suppress fear effectively and remain calm even in the most dangerous situations, but just couldn’t stop wondering what they might be. God knows what is hiding behind the shiny, black surface. There is no guarantee these things are well-intentioned. What if this is the first stage of a planned conquest of Earth and the other planetary colonies? What if the creatures behind it are vicious and terrifying? I stopped this train of thoughts pretty quickly. It was highly unprofessional. I couldn’t allow myself to panic. I had to simply do my job.
I started with detailed research and measurements, scanned every single sphere and looked from all sides under the highest possible magnification. I found absolutely nothing besides the fact that they were completely identical, sixteen feet in diameter each, same onyx color and as smooth as an icicle. I found no dents, cracks, discolorations, traces of hatches, engines or devices of any kind. I detected no communication signals of any type being emitted, no temperature fluctuation or radiation, no shifting in position against the ship or change of speed. Nothing.
The weirdest thing is that the spheres do not even bend spacetime. With the sophisticated, modern technology which made intergalactic flights possible, the mass-energy, momentum, pressure and stress, created by the spacecrafts are redirected in such a way that they barely curve the matter. Still, there is a minor distortion, leading to few hours loss per year. The curvature I calculated in this case was zero. If I didn’t see those objects, I’d say they weren’t there, space ghosts, existing beyond reality.
When I did everything I could think of, I finally had to give up and found myself in my current position. Well, I might have stuck my tongue out at the bastards and showed a few friendly gestures from Earth, involving one or more fingers. Couldn’t help it. I reported everything to Admiral Mbabazi, except that last part. I know he won’t miss it on the recordings and I’m sure he won’t approve it either, but I can handle a little scolding for the sake of my equanimity.
And now I’m bored.
“Captain,” Aurora’s voice breaks the silence. “Incoming call from the Commander-in-chief.”
“Are you holding on, my boy?” he asks cheerfully. “I have a good news for you. A slight change in plans.”
I am not thrilled. Schedule changes during long interstellar flights are rarely for better.
“Why?” I mutter suspiciously. “You don’t like having my new friends anywhere near Dragon Eye Bay?”
Despite my general unwillingness to socialize, I want to be there on time. It is my favorite harbor, the oldest human colony outside Earth, built on a small exoplanet, in a triple star systems, and one of the most stunning places in existence.
Its enormous moon is visible in the sky all the time, resembling the eye of a huge beast, overlooking the steep cliffs and rugged planes, surrounded by the endless, raging ocean. Dragon Eye is a hostile world, with no oxygen in the poisonous atmosphere, hot as hell, unable and unwilling to sustain life, but that does not make it less beautiful. Half of the planet’s surface is occupied by turbulent water and the other half consists of a rocky desert, scorched by the three merciless suns.
It is also the most popular tourist destination for those of Earth’s inhabitants who are willing to travel a couple of months on the fast, luxurious, cruise liners to see ‘The Color Change’. It is an yearly event. The charged particles around the planet react to the unbalanced electric field’s force, altered by the moon’s particular position, causing a spectacular change of the usual pinkish-purple hues in the sky, lighting it up in all shades of green and ochre.
In other words, the colony is one of our best resorts, a cosmic Las Vegas spread over the one thousand square miles of The Sky City, a glass-encased, inhabited station, raised on monstrous towers high in the alien sky. That is not why I don’t want to change my destination, though. My schedule was arranged so that I could be there for the main event. I have watched ‘The Color Change’ five times at least since I was old enough to travel alone. Mom and Dad aren’t big fans of space adventures. I would watch it every year if I could. That’s how amazing it is. I also carry some necessary equipment for the station.
“On the contrary, on the contrary,” the admiral interrupts my thoughts. “Don’t worry, Haru. You won’t miss your favorite natural phenomena. Actually, I want you there much earlier than planned. The Sky City observatory is the best place to try and look closer at our guests. You’ve already done the impossible with Aurora’s amenities, but the scientists operate with much more specialized equipment. They might be able to take a glimpse inside the spheres.”
“What about people’s safety?” I question. “There will probably be more than two million there at this time of the year.”
“I just got out of the meeting with the President, the Council and The Military Defense Board. We all share the same opinion. You can’t be left in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by aliens who don’t seem to have any intentions of leaving,” he explains. “There’s also no use in that. We need to study them. It’s much better to move you to a place where you can get help if needed and some work can be done. Dragon Eye is the best option. Earth is out of the question and the other colonies are too far away. The danger is evaluated as low, based on their behavior and the precautions we have taken. Cruises are, of course, suspended for this season.”
“I understand,” I nod.
“There’s more,” Mbabazi adds. “Your girl is too slow, so I am sending you company to push her big booty a little. We want you on dock as soon as possible.”
“What?” I screech. “Who?”
“The fastest one,” he laughs. “Who else? I can see your sullen countenance, Commander. Don’t hurry to sulk over your disturbed solitude. It’s someone you really like.”
“The fastest, huh?” I scratch my head and beam the next second. “Please, tell me it’s Chai.*”
*(ชาย chaai - Thai nickname)
“Hahaha! I told you it would be a nice surprise,” the admiral confirms, making me grin even wider. “First Rank Commander Ratchanan Boonrueng is on his way to deliver an urgent shipment of oxygen generators to the colony. He will meet you at The Crowned Apple in two days. You know Starlight. That ship of his is as fast as a lightning bolt.”
“Crowned Apple?” I bellow. “There’s no way to reach this planet in two days only. I am at maximum speed and it will still take four at least.”
“You’ll have to engage the emergency engine,” my commander sighs. Unfortunately, I am familiar with this sound. That deep sigh can only mean that I am not going to like what’s coming next. My heart shrinks as he goes on. “I didn’t say there was no risk. You will probably be out of fuel before you reach the final destination. Chai will have to push hard as well. You two will not engage in any other activities than hurrying home.”
“What other activities?” I grumble. “You are aware that there will be no power for the weapons with all possible engines on, aren’t you? Only the shields will be operational. What if the spheres decide to attack by any chance?”
“I am sorry, Haru,” the admiral says quietly. “In this case you and Chai will have to evacuate immediately in a shuttle. We are trying to avoid any kind of conflict. You must understand what is at stake. Maybe, I would have done it differently, if it depended only on me. But these decisions are collective and the President is personally very keen to see them respected. I firmly believe it will not come to that, son. You better believe it too.”
“No way!” I yell. “I am not leaving Aurora. I am not running away without my girl. Are you all, guys, crazy? How can you ask two captains to abandon their ships? What about Adam? I have no idea how to disassemble and move The Universal Companion. No! Like… The fuck no! Chai would never leave Starlight either. This is outrageous.”
“First Rank Commander Hinode,” the Commander-in-chief cuts me off sternly. “This was not a request. It’s an order. Am I clear?”
A few seconds of tense silence follow. I am breathing heavily. This is the crappiest day in my entire career as a space pilot. Shit always hits the fan when the big cheeses are involved.
“Yes, Sir!” I finally answer.
“Good,” he mumbles in a softer voice. “One more thing. There will be someone waiting for you at Dragon Eye Bay. The Council insisted that you two discuss the situation in detail, considering the events that took place right before the appearance of the alien crafts.”
“Brandon,” I state the obvious. “Why him? He has nothing to do with this… Sir, are they… are they going to take my… Shit! Can this get any nastier?… You told the Council about me and Adam, didn’t you? I am not giving them my companion and I don’t give a fuck whose order it is…”
“Calm down. I had to, my boy,” Mbabazi soothingly says. “We can’t hide essential information, but one thing I can promise you. No one is touching Adam. I’ve always backed you up and have no intention to fail you this time. You can count on me about that. Don’t worry. Just talk to Brandon. He’s your friend. Everything will be alright.”
“Nothing’s right anymore,” I whisper.
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Chapter 11. Pinball
“Aurora, darling,” I mutter gloomily, standing up from my chair. “Would you, please, transfer all power from the weapons to the emergency engine and recalculate the course. We need the shortest route to The Crowned Apple at maximum speed. Contact Starlight and set the meeting time. I don’t feel like talking to Commander Chai now. Tell Starlight I’ll call them first thing tomorrow morning. I’m sooo damn tired.”
“Yes, Captain,” she responds lively as if it’s just an ordinary day.
“Babes, you can’t imagine how deep is the shit we’re in,” I sigh, barely concealing my irritation. It must be great to exist without the ability to worry, clueless about how complicated life is. “You won’t be so relaxed, if you had any idea.”
“Stop being dramatic, Haru,” she giggles. “You are always like this when you’re exhausted. Go get some sleep. I’ve got everything under control. You’re only standing in my way by hanging around here and whining all the time.”
“Good night, my dear,” I smile. Good girl. I love her so much. If the big-wigs think I’ll leave her and run like a coward from a bunch of alien loafers, they are fucken wrong.
“Good night, Captain,” she chimes cheerfully. “Say ‘Hi’ to Adam for me.”
I only shake my head with morose expression and drag my feet down the long corridor, leading to my garden.
Adam. My lover. He and Aurora are both considered machines, sophisticated, smart, human-like, but still artificially created, expendable devices, following programs without an intellect of their own. Not for me. I don’t believe any of the other First Rank Commanders think that way either. Only someone who has spent hundreds of days and nights in the company of the ship alone, can understand the bond that forms between her and the captain. We are like siblings, a family, best friends. No one can change that.
I also doubt anyone fully knows what exactly The Universal Companion is, except maybe Brandon. I really need to talk to him. My head threatens to explode with all the unanswered questions that are growing more and more with each passing day. I need information as soon as possible.
And the black spheres decided to appear out of nowhere right now, when I thought we were getting somewhere with Adam. What if there is some kind of connection between the two events? It sounds absurd, but my travels across the galaxy have shown me that nothing is impossible and sometimes the truth is hidden behind the most implausible theory. What if they want it… them… him? I’ve never been so confused in my whole life. I am falling for a person who won’t even tell me the correct pronounce to use. The most disturbing thought makes my heart drop in my stomach. What if I loose Adam before I even get to know them? I’ve never been afraid of anything, but this possibility terrifies me. I have to consider it. It fills me with fear and I am not used to the sensation, but I won’t chase it away. I have to be ready for all the scenarios, mainly for those I want to avoid. Take precautions. Plan in advance. Be focused. That’s what they taught us in the Academy. That’s what I’m going to do.
I don’t like having no weapons. The shuttles are well equipped, but they are nothing, compared to Aurora’s power. What a mess. I don’t like Chai being involved in any of this either. He is my friend and the sweetest person. I know he is a true professional, very talented, smart and resolute when it comes to work, but also such a shy, nice and lovable guy. I will never forgive myself if he gets hurt.
No! I’m leaving no one behind. I need a plan. Frustration and exhaustion won’t help to figure it out. I must ease the tension and free my mind and I know exactly how to do it.
I enter the house with determination and strip to my boxers even as I walk down the hallway, leading to the low gravity chamber. It is a vast room, fully covered with white, upholstered, foam panels. I adjust the gravity control console, mounted on the outside of the door, at 0,15 g. It’s barely enough to determine where is up and where is down. We have instructions to keep it always above 0.1654 g which is the gravity force on the Moon, to avoid injuries during exercise. The more you train, though, the better coordination you achieve, so I am pretty confident at lower levels.
I stand in anticipation on the marked spot in the middle of the huge space. The door slides behind me, sealing me inside. The moment a sharp beep announces that the setting is completed, I push off, flipping over in the air. My feet sink into the soft fabric of the ceiling. I push back and start bouncing off the walls, doing somersaults and twirls before each impact.
This is so much better than the gym. Not that I don’t have greater ideas for releasing the pent-up stress, but to make them work I need someone I’m still a little mad at. Knowing Adam, I don’t think it will be any easier tonight than the previous evenings. I frown and accelerate the jumps speed, flying around like the propelled ball in the old arcade pinball machines. It’s elevating. I feel reckless and free, capable of anything. I am First Rank Commander Haru Hinode, the best of the best. Nothing can break my confidence. No one can handle danger like me. I’ll be ok. We will all be fine. I am going to make sure of that.
It takes less than an hour for the overstrain to leave me sprawled on the floor, sweaty and barely breathing, but calm and much happier. Everything looks brighter than before. This intense exercise always helps me to clear my mind. It seems my brain needs a bit of a jolt to get the stuck gears turning again.
I contemplate for a while whether to take a shower first or go directly to The Universal Companion, but finally decide I better be fresh and smelling nice for the ‘battle of the titans’. I am not fooling myself at all. This time again I won’t be spared. Daddy is too dogged to give in. I still cling to a faint glimmer of hope that things might have changed, but the empty bed suggested otherwise.
“Hello, First Rank Commander Haru! Welcome back home! How was your day?”
‘Take it easy, Captain. Let’s be polite,’ I try to convince myself, running my fingers through my wet hair. It was a hard day. I feel relaxed after the hot shower. I can do this in a civilized way.
“Hello, Adam! How are you?”
“Very well. Thank you for asking!” The electronic voice instantly pisses me off, but I only smile. “Would you like to choose an identity, Commander?”
“Nope,” I shrug. “I am too tired.”
“I am sorry to hear that,” the voice responds evenly. “To save time, I recommend replicating the latest model.”
“Naaah,” I shake my head. “I just came to say ‘Hi’ and will go straight to bed. We had Code 1 today. Can you believe it? I thought I would never witness such a thing in my lifetime. Do you know what Code 1 means, Adam?”
“I believe this is classified information, Commander. I apologize. No answer available.”
“No?” I ask sweetly, barely keeping my control. “You don’t know, huh? Weren’t you supposed to know everything, Adam?”
“I apologize. No answer available.”
“It’s a fucking alien invasion,” I yell. “We are surrounded. Everybody knows. It’s not classified anymore. The president knows. The Military Board knows. ALL THE PEOPLE WHO CAN FUCK EVERYTHING UP KNOW. SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!”
I am wheezing, unable to stop my body from shaking. So far with the civil conversation. This is not me. Where’s my self-discipline? What happened to my strength of character? Feelings, emotions, fear, despair… love. I am not used to this. I don’t know how to deal with them all. I drop to my knees and hide my face in my palms.
“First Rank Commander Haru, your anxiety levels are way above the norm. I recommend a therapy session and three weeks medical leave. Please, confirm.”
“What?” I gaze at the black glass in front of me. “Are you kidding me? I am not ill, idiot. I have a crush. I’m down bad over this person who is stubborn as a mule, hot as fire, nice, awful… wonderful and…”
“I don’t know how,” the computer voice says and my eyes widen. “I am sorry, Puppy. This is the best way, the only way I can explain it.”
“What is it?” I whisper in shock. “What is it that you don’t know how to do?”
“How to exist without you telling me what to become.”
A/N
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Chapter 12. A Breakthrough
“What do you do while I’m at work during the day?” I immediately press with the next question. This unexpected breakthrough in our communication must be used in the best way possible.
“I am sorry, First Rank Commander Haru. I can’t answer the question. My protocols prohibit the disclosure of certain information.”
“What should I do then, if I don’t want you to go in there anymore?” I ask hopefully. We are talking. That’s a big step forward. I’ll try to get all the information I can.
“If you want your Universal Companion to stay with you longer than twelve hours, you need to choose a permanent identity. It is valid for 365 days,” Adam answers promptly. It is actually a precise quote from the manual and I am really starting to hate this indifference and the ringing, computer sound. I want to hear the deep, teasing, sexy voice I love so much. I miss all the affection I hear in it.
“Permanent, huh?” I scratch my head, pursing my lips. I’ve read the brick-like book, not all of it, of course, but a considerable part. I am perfectly aware of how identities work, but it sounds so final. What if Adam hates the look I’ve selected? Would they tell me that? I don’t think so. What if they are actually a female or non-binary and I force them to live in a brawny, male body for a year? Adam seems content with it when we are together, but how can I be absolutely sure? This is not about what I desire. I’ve come to realize that my lover’s happiness has become more important to me than my own. And the other important issue… “Baby, if I decide to select a permanent identity, can you be separated from your console and the chamber? I mean being far, far away, like on another planet, or thousands of kilometers away from them?”
“It is possible only for the active protocol’s duration.”
“Ok, ok, now we’re getting somewhere,” I mumble, deep in thought. This gives me some options, but I am still not completely satisfied. A year is a long time. Even if the supporting devices get destroyed, there will be enough time to find an alternative. A bit risky, but better than loosing Adam. However, I still need consent.
“Listen, Adam,” I place my open palm on the glass door, hoping that they can see and somehow feel the importance of what I am about to say. “We might find ourselves in a situation which would force us to abandon ship. It’s bad enough that it may be necessary to leave Aurora behind, but I’ll worry about that later. In any case, I am not going without you. You must help me here. I’ll select a permanent identity, if that’s what I have to do, but I need a confirmation. Work with me. Who are you? Who do you want to be? I will like you anyway. I don’t care what your appearance is. Nothing will change between us. I promise… no, I swear. Please!”
Silence. Horrifying, long, deafening silence. Every minute seems like eternity.
Despair is overwhelming me. The lump in my throat is getting bigger. Adam won’t trust me again. Maybe, there is no definite answer and I was wrong. Perhaps, other protocols prohibit them to make a choice on their own. Maybe, I saw more into it than it actually was. Despite my in-depth knowledge about computers, engineering, biochemistry and what not, I’ve let myself fall for a machine, like a fool. Obviously, I am not as fit to be a deep space pilot as the admiral assumes and solitude has finally affected my ability to act reasonably.
Brandon was right. Feelings suck. They only make life more complicated and inflict pain. Because it hurts. It really fucking hurts. Like a knife straight to the heart.
I am standing up slowly, leaning against the wall. All my strength and the will to keep fighting are suddenly lost. My legs are weak. The pain in my chest is almost unbearable.
“I am Adam.” The voice is quiet and hesitant. “I know who I am…. I am Adam… your man… the one you want. This is me.”
My jaw drops. I didn’t expect it. I am on the brink of utter despair and it just doesn’t allow me to believe in this little miracle.
“Are you sure?” I barely whisper. “You aren’t saying this only because your protocols require to please me, right?”
“All I know is that I want us to be together,” the computer voice answers. “Exactly the way we were before. It would please me. I am the same person I was yesterday… and the day before that… and a month ago… I am… a person. It must be enough for you, Haru, because that’s all I know and I am not sure I understand it.”
“Yes, it’s enough,” I state firmly and immediately get to replicating the latest identity selection and making it permanent. He is mine. He wants me. He is my Adam… at least for the next year. Whatever happens from now on, wherever I have to go, with Aurora or in a shuttle, he is coming with me.
The final seconds between the confirmation and the door opening almost make me lose my mind. The moment I see him, I’m plastered on him like a tattoo with my arms tight around his neck and my mouth feverishly searching his lips.
“Heyy, I’m here, Puppy,” he chuckles and the sound of his voice spreads through my body like a heat wave in summer. “It’s ok, baby. I’m not going anywhere. Don’t strangle me.”
“Shut up,” I groan and finally manage to capture his lips.
Our kiss is savage. My back is pressed against the wall. He grips my butt and I use the support to wrap my legs around his waist. We are both biting, sucking and panting, loosing ourselves in the sensations.
“Take me to the bedroom,” I moan when Adam pulls away to take a breath. “Please, Daddy. I want you so bad. Please! No more waiting.”
“Aren’t we moving too fast, Puppy,” he laughs. “You must be tired. Hungry? Don’t you want to discuss this? You always have so many questions.”
He carefully puts me back on my feet and motions with a hand towards himself. “What about my look? You didn’t even spare a glance at me. I’ve put so much effort into this only to impress you.”
I haven’t noticed his incredibly stylish outfit, a little vintage, with leather suspenders and an elegant, plaid tie. He is a total eye candy.
“Gorgeous,” I grin, pulling him by the wrist. “Nothing new. You are always hot. Let’s fuck.”
He squints at me suspiciously. “What about the alien invasion? Are we going to ignore it? And how come you have no more questions?”
“Yeah, I have a million questions and intend to ask them all,” I grumble. “And believe me, those black spheres never leave my mind for a single second. This is all very important no doubt, but there’s nothing more I can do about it right now.”
“You’re right,” Adam nods, finally letting me lead him across the house. “You need to relax.”
I stop abruptly and turn around to face him, pushing a finger into his firm biceps. “I’ve been dreaming about you for months. You’ve been stubborn and constantly getting on my nerves. I am stuck on you and am not ashamed to admit it. So, let me tell you what I need. I need neither food, nor drink or sleep and even less to worry about tomorrow. I love your clothes and the way you make them look so damn good, but honestly, I’d rather they disappear because all I need is you.”
“I feel exactly the same.” Adam pulls me to his chest, brushing his fingers through my hair. He leans closer and right before our lips touch, breathes out, “Haru, before I completely loose control, I must say this. Thank you for not giving up on me!”
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Chapter 13. Punished
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We stumble through the bedroom door and fall directly into the middle of the king size bed. It is still messy from the previous night. None of us cares. I am trapped under Adam’s weight, but I can’t stay still for a second and immediately start squirming and trying to get rid of my shirt.
Oh, my God! It’s happening. I’ve been waiting for this for too long. There’s no turning back. My dick is already hard and throbbing and we have done nothing but kiss. Perhaps, this is not the most reasonable course of actions right now, considering we have not ruled out the possibility of the black spheres appearing due to our first sexual experience together, but I couldn’t care less. I wouldn’t be able to stop even if my life depended on it. I want him, painfully and desperately. I am ready to reason and plead with him if he decides to stop, whine and beg… anything. The need is unbearable. I can’t control it. Love makes you unwise, but lust can literally drive you crazy.
“Slow down, Puppy,” Adam laughs and pulls away, leaning on his arms over me. “Let me have a good look at you. I am right here and do not plan to go anywhere for the next year. No need to tear your shirt to pieces.”
“Fuck,” I groan when he pins my wrists above my head. “Daddy, don’t tease me this time. I don’t think I can take it. Can we just do it, please? I don’t need foreplay, only you… I need you in me, rough and bare… Please!”
“You’re such a beautiful beggar, Haru,” he smirks, not letting me move an inch. “Have you seen yourself in the mirror with this lustful, tortured expression? I can watch you for hours. You’re mesmerizing, so cute… and your whining voice… Baby, you’re making me feral.”
“Daddy, please!” I try to raise my head and reach his lips.
Adam swiftly avoids it and laughs more, “Silly, are you trying to make Daddy loose control? It’s gonna hurt, baby. I’m big and you are not prepared. Don’t be reckless if you want to be able to sit on that fine ass of yours tomorrow. Be a good boy and calm down.”
“Don’t treat me like a virgin,” I hiss in frustration, “when actually you are the one.”
“Ohhh!” His wicked smirk sends hot shivers down my spine. His eyes are still warm and gentle, but there is also something threatening in them. “I see you like to be naughty and defiant, Puppy. Daddy loves you, but won’t let you disobey and be disrespectful. You should have thought better before saying whatever comes to mind.”
I am suddenly flipped on my stomach and bent over his knee in a blink of an eye.
“Maybe,” Adam purrs seductively in my ear, “you want Daddy to show you what happens when you’re being a little brat?”
The vibrations of his deep voice tingle my skin. My cock jumps excitedly when his hand squeezes my butt. He is not joking and I am totally in for it.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, rubbing my erection on his muscular, firm thigh. “Please, punish me. I was so bad. I’m also not really sorry because I like challenging you.”
“You want me to make you apologize, huh?” he asks in a tone that almost brings me to orgasm. “Say then, ‘Daddy, I am very sorry’. Punishment ends when you repeat exactly these words, sincerely, with all your heart.”
“You wish,’ I snort. “I am not going to…”
The slap on my left butt cheek is so hard that I have to hold on to Adam’s leg so I don’t fly out of bed and end up on the floor flat on my face. It stings badly. He has a heavy hand.
“You bastard,” I yell indignantly. Not that I didn’t like it. I was just surprised. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Tsk, tsk, Puppy,” Adam chuckles. “Making things worse. Not a good idea.”
The next slap is even harder. Thanks God it’s on the right butt cheek as the left one is still throbbing and burning. This time I bite my lip and don’t make a sound. I know when to stop. With my whole ass on fire, there are no other options but to keep quiet.
“Alright. You know what I want to hear,” Adam says softly. He starts to massage the sensitive area with his fingertips. I mewl in pleasure. It feels so damn good. He is strong and his palm is just the right size to cup my butt. His movements are slow, careful and tender. The contrast with the rough slaps makes the sensation even more amazing. He kisses the top of my head and mumbles, “I’m going to count to five, baby, and I advise you to choose your next move wisely. One, two…”
He goes on rubbing and squeezing expertly until all the pain is gone, replaced by delightful warmth and unquenchable desire. I spread my legs and press into his hand, luring him to touch more intimately, lower between them, but he is relentless and keeps his hand only on the spanked area.
“… five. Do you have something to say, Puppy?”
“No,” I roll my eyes with full awareness of what will follow. “Actually, yes. Let’s fuck, so that I can show you what it is all abut.”
“Really?” he exclaims incredulously. “I think, those pants are definitely standing in my way. You’re clearly not getting the message.”
He grips the fabric on either side of the back rise and pulls it apart abruptly, tearing them in two. The sight of my black boxer briefs, printed in small, green avocados makes him whistle. “Oh, my! That’s too cute. It’s a pity I’ll have to ruin those too.”
My underwear meets the same fate. Those boxers were my favorite, but I’m not in the least sorry about them, especially when Adam’s hot, smooth palm rests on my bare skin.
“Last chance, Puppy,” he prompts me. “I ain’t gonna be gentle anymore. Any regrets?”
“What do you mean?” I play oblivious. “What do I have to regret?”
“Brave,” Adam rumbles, shoving two fingers in my mouth. “If you have nothing to say, then I have a better occupation for your beautiful mouth. Suck, baby. No biting.”
I am quite thrilled and instantly get to work. I don’t know how I’m going to deal with the ‘no biting’ rule, though, when the next hefty smack lands on my ass in few seconds, and then another one, and then another. I count to ten and give up. These are more gracious than the first two, but still smarting enough to leave me groaning, panting and increasingly aroused. A trickle of drool leaks over Adam’s fingers which I continue to suck diligently, forming a wet splotch on his thigh.
“Still nothing to say?” he asks. I raise my arm and grasp the front of his shirt together with the suspenders webbing. It’s unbearable. My eyes are teary and it’s not because the sweet pain, inflicted on my flushed skin.
“What?” my cunning man grins. “Feeling sorry for being so badly behaved? Do you want to apologize, Puppy?”
I nod my head in confirmation since there is no way to say something with his fingers still in my mouth. Adam takes them out and cocks a brow.
“Daddy,” I gasp. A tear slides down my cheek and wets my lips. I stick out the tip of my tongue and lick it, gazing into his eyes. It’s salty. I scrunch my nose and snivel dramatically, satisfied by the instant change in his expression. He is captivated and terribly turned on. I blink innocently and whisper, “I am very sorry. Please!”
“What a good boy,” he praises me affectionately, slipping his wet fingers between my butt cheeks. “Don’t cry, baby. Daddy knows what you need.”
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Chapter 14. A Game of Trust
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I am laying on my stomach, moaning and groaning like I’m singing the blues. Adam’s fingers are circling gently around my entrance, but only tease and caress, increasing my arousal to the point of becoming unbearable. Being quiet while making love was never my thing, but the fact that we are alone in deep space, and especially his reactions to my lewd whimpers, completely destroy what little self-control I have left.
Well, we are not exactly alone… I instantly push the disturbing thought to the back of my mind. Who cares! Live each day as if it’s your last, because it just might turn out to be true. If there is no tomorrow, I’d better take everything I’ve been dreaming of for so long, here and now. He is mine. He broke all the rules for me and I would do the same for him in the twinkling of an eye. Adam belongs to me literally and soon in all other possible ways.
“Baby, you sound so sexy,” he whispers in my ear, detaching his soft, hot lips from my nape for a brief second.
I immediately squirm in protest, trying to bring them back on my skin. It is pointless, of course. I am completely submitted and can hardly move. He is holding firmly my wrists above my head with only one hand. That’s how strong my man is. I love it. My legs are wedged between his powerful thighs. His fingers stop their invasion and he squeezes my ass, not allowing me to push back and grind on his massive erection which nests between my butt cheeks. The double layer of fabric between us can’t stop me from feeling its weight and shape. I long to see it, but Adam is still fully dressed and shows no intentions to get rid of the damn trousers soon. It seems that torturing me with slow, scorching kisses and well aimed, sly provocations gives him too much pleasure.
“Daddy,” I whine. “Let me turn around. Please! I want to touch you so badly. I wanna suck…”
“Shhh!” Adam mercilessly slaps my ass, giving new vigor to the throbbing sensation which is pretty strong anyway. “You will learn to behave, Puppy. Daddy will teach you good manners and patience. Everything feels much, much better when you put lots of effort into achieving it. Am not I right?”
“Yes, yes… you’re right… Fuuuck! Oh, my God!” Adam rolls up my shirt and slides his tongue up and down my spine. I know he likes to hear me beg and whine, so I give it my best shot. “Let me take it off, Daddy. I’ll be so good, so good for you. I promise. I’m a good boy. You want me naked. I know you do.”
His low, guttural laughter makes my insides twist and burn. He bends and starts licking the flushed skin where his hand is probably printed like a tattoo on my ass. The instant relief brought by the wet caress mingles with the pain in a searing pleasure that doubles as he begins to blow cool air over the heated spot.
“I will release your hands,” Adam mumbles. “But you gotta stay still. Don’t move until I give you permission.”
I clutch the sheets over my head to stop myself from reaching back to him. It’s hard to restrain. I sincerely wish to obey his every command, but my heart will leap out of my chest with excitement and my fully aroused cock hurts, uncomfortably constricted in my pants and pressed against the mattress. It needs attention. I need more contact, more pain, more tenderness, more… everything.
“Oh, God! Thank you, Daddy,” I gasp when his hands find their way under my shaking body and unbutton my pants, pealing them off my legs. He simply rips what’s left of the boxers and tosses the pieces on the floor. The shirt is wrinkled around my neck, but I leave it as it is. I’ll let him play his game. Whatever he’s up to, I’ll love it and he knows it.
“Tell me, sweetheart,” his husky voice comes from a distance. “Would you like me to grant you three wishes? You rubbed the lamp so hard. Now the genie is free.”
I hear the heavy thump of his belt buckle on the floor and the rustle of falling clothes. Before I can cheer and a big grin to bloom on my face, my legs are spread wide. I feel the elastic straps of the suspenders bind up my ankles to the footboard bars. Smooth, burning skin presses to my back, letting me sense every fluid move of the tense muscles on his rippled chest. I whimper at the searing kiss between my shoulder blades, followed by another on my nape and a light bite at my earlobe.
“How about telling me your first wish, Puppy?” Adam purrs. The tip of his tongue follows my jawline. My heart is racing. I get this sense of danger that makes the air around me vibrate as if it’s electrified. He runs his fingers under my chin and wraps them around my neck, chuckling softly. “What? Did you loose your ability to speak? I’m sure there are too many things you desire right now. Just pick one and ask for it.”
“Adam,” I manage to choke out. My breath is hitching. Why am I suddenly so overwhelmed by all the sexual tension and his intimidating figure looming over me? I feel small and helpless, trapped under his weight. “I’m not sure I like to be tied up. I’ve never…”
“Shh! Don’t be afraid, baby,” he whispers, tightening his grip over my Adam’s apple. “You know what to say if it’s too much. We’re only playing. This is a game of trust. I know what you need. You just have to give in to me the way I did it for you. Have faith in me. Make a wish.”
The adrenalin rushes through my veins. Should I completely surrender all control to him? The temptation is strong. I miss the feeling of full trust and submission, but am still hesitant. This is not Brandon and I’ve never let anyone else handle me this way. I close my eyes and inhale sharply. No risk, no gain. I choose to give it a try.
“I want you to tie my hands up as well,” I barely mumble.
“What a good boy,” Adam laughs. He bends my arms behind my back and quickly wraps his tie around my wrists. It’s tight, but still not so much as to cause me discomfort. A gentle kiss is placed on my temple. “Daddy is very pleased. You are so perfect, love. What else?”
“I want to see you,” I moan. “You’re mine. let me see you.”
“Possessive, huh?” he grunts, getting up from the bed. I raise my head as high as my restrained position allows it, trying to look at him. “Yes, Puppy. I’m yours. What about you? Who do you belong to?”
“Whoa!” I gasp when he finally stands before me, gloriously naked and as stunning as a piece of fine art.
I am gazing at him, unable to utter a word. I wasn’t lying when I said that I would feel the same no matter how he looked, but… Damn! Daddy is hot! I’m not complaining at all about his choice to keep this form. His wet, copper skin is glistening in the dim light. A trickle of sweat meanders, following the contours of his perfectly defined eight-pack abs. His powerful thigs could crush me and I wouldn’t mind. I didn’t define how fit he should be when specifying his features. He must have chosen it himself. It’s crazy that this is the first time I see him fully naked for all the months I’ve known him. I wonder if he would agree to a third wish to never wear clothes when we are alone because I just can’t get enough of him. My gaze finally rests on his impressive erection and I am instantly addicted to the mesmerizing sight. His cock is huge, beautifully shaped and proudly standing and I’m dying to taste it.
“You better answer when I ask you a question,” Adam grumbles, startling me out of my wonderment. “I don’t like to repeat.”
“I belong to you, Daddy,” I look up at his face, happy that I could actually remember the question. “Always.”
“Good,” he nods. “Don’t you ever forget it. Time for the last wish, Puppy. Choose wisely ’cause we’re playing by my rules after that.”
“I want to taste you,” I answer immediately, without hesitation.
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Chapter 15. Greedy
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“You want a taste?” Adam smirks, grasping a handful of my hair. He pulls abruptly, yanking my head back. “I’ll give you what you want, ’cause you’re such a good boy.”
I instantly start taking frequent, short breaths as it is difficult to inhale normally like this. The sense of danger is back, more pulpable than before, but I try to stay relaxed. I have a safe word, a safe gesture and I trust my man. He will never cross the line beyond which all this will no longer be safe. The nebulous fear from the unknown will only make the pleasure more intense. I can handle it.
“It’s ok, handsome. I’ve got you.” Adam’s voice is sweet like warm milk with honey and cinnamon. He slides his palm under my chin to support it and leans forward. His massive cock is only an inch away from my face. His tone becomes husky and warning. “You can lick only once. Don’t try more.”
A tortured moan escapes me, but I obediently stick my tongue out and run it as slowly as I can from his perfectly smooth balls, along the thick shaft to the wet glans. Fuck! It feels like velvet and has the addictive scent of vanilla and sandalwood. I take my time circling the rim and drawing carefully his tip into my moth. Adam lets me take it a little deeper, so I suck lightly without going overboard. The moment I press into the slit, wallowing in the sweet, but also slightly bitter taste of the warm pre-cum, trickling on my lips, he steps back and pulls his hands away. I growl in frustration and slam down on the mattress, unable to maintain balance.
“Greedy,” he laughs hoarsely, “…and naughty. Behave or I’ll have to watch constantly over you so you don’t do any mischief. I didn’t give you permission to suck, did I, Puppy?”
I am contemplating whether to throw a full blown tantrum which will surely be the final demise of my throbbing ass, but I don’t really give a damn about it. Harsh spanking is much better than to be denied what is rightfully mine. This game is stupid. I puff and blow with a prominent scowl. What the fuck does one have to do to get some dick?
“Aww, enough grunting and sulking,” Adam sneers. “You got your three wishes. Now it’s my turn. My rules from now on and you better not fail to follow them.”
He grabs the loose end of the tie, which is still wrapped around my wrists, and jerks it hard, pulling my arms back. It causes my body to arch backwards as well, straining like a taut string. I cry out from the unexpected move and the sudden effort.
“You can take it, love.” Adam’s reassuring voice comes from behind my back. He ties the strap to the footboard, making sure I can’t shift from my position of a bent bow. His fingers slide along my spine. I gasp when his lips touch my ear and his hot breath rises goosebumps on my skin.
“I’ve seen how flexible you are, baby,” he whispers, “like a kinky little eel. You are so sexy. Look at you. Tense muscles, trembling thighs, glossy skin and tousled hair. Beautiful. You’re Daddy’s stunning boy.”
“I deserve an award, right?” I instantly grin.
God, I love it when he talks to me like that. I would do anything for his praise. This is not the most comfortable position I’ve been in, but I’m not complaining. There’s something really satisfying in being tied up and feeling the subtle pain from the overstrain. It’s like oddball training which brings you much more satisfaction in the end. I am proud that I can do this, almost hanging in the air, my knees barely touching the mattress, enjoying the slight burning sensation in my wrists and shoulders, trusting my lover completely, submitting and putting myself entirely at his mercy. He can break me, but I know he won’t. This is belonging. I am not afraid to belong.
“Ohhh, no one deserves it more than you, Puppy.” Adam smiles back, climbing on the bed and kneels in front of me. “I’ve got the perfect prize right here. let me see how much you want it.”
I pin my gaze on his face and open my mouth. Adam’s plump lips curl up in a sinful smirk. He wraps his fingers around my neck and, without giving me any time to prepare, thrusts half of his length down my throat. I choke heavily. Tears fill my eyes and flow down my cheeks. I cough hard, struggling to take a breath, but he doesn’t pull back completely, keeping his glans between my lips.
“It’s alright, baby. Calm down. Breathe through the nose, slowly.” His fingers dig into my unruly hair, gently massaging my head. He kisses my forehead and carefully wipes away my tears. “You can do this, love. Everything’s fine. My good boy.”
I nod and only blink at him since I have no other means of communication right now. Adam understands. He gradually thrusts forward again. I manage to relax my throat this time and find the right position in which breathing is easy and my gag reflex does not get triggered. I am actually pretty good at that. It takes experience and I have it. Adam just took me by surprise. I am sure he did it on purpose. The way his cock got even harder when I teared up was too obvious. I would smirk, if my mouth was not stuffed to the brim. I like to turn Daddy on too much and I love to taste him. He is rough and powerful, ramming his entire length in, and soon falls into a steady rhythm, supporting my head with his hands, tangled in my hair. I desperately moan around his cock and pull the fabric, restricting my arms. This is too hot. I am dying to stroke my cock and even more so for him to touch it. I want to scream ‘harder’, although, he is not going easy on me at all. The wet, sloppy sounds are mixed with my whimpers and Adam’s low groans and heavy panting. Sweat is dripping down his quivering abs. We are gazing into each others eyes. Everything in me is on fire.
“Just like that, Puppy. Look at your pretty mouth,” Adam growls. “You’re loving this, don’t you?”
He is absolutely right. I elicit an inarticulate sound and pull on the straps again in an attempt to free my hands. I would reach out and grab his ass if I could. I would beg him to be even harsher. My jaw starts to hurt and my overstrained muscles are hardly going to last much longer, but I don’t want him to stop. He drives me wild. I’m going crazy with desire.
“You’ll make me cum so hard if I let you,” he hisses, pulling his cock out of my mouth and instantly replacing it with two fingers. “Is that what you want? Daddy’s load down your throat? No, Puppy. Not yet. You’ll have to work harder.”
I suck on his fingers with all the zest I am capable of, but am deprived of the opportunity too soon, despite my mewls and protests.
“You’ve played enough with Daddy’s toys,” Adam laughs. “Time to get down to business. What do you think?”
“Yes, please,” I moan. “I’m so ready.”
“No you’re not,” he winks at me and goes to free my hands. As soon as I can move, I sprawl face down on the sheets and clutch the soft fabric in my fists, trying to calm down and even my breathing. Adam slaps my butt and nests between my widely spread legs. “But you’ll be pretty soon, handsome. I promise.”
“Aren’t you gonna loosen those slings around my ankles?” I whine. “Please, Daddy! I want to turn around and make you feel even better.”
“Oh, I’ll surely do it.” His soft chuckle gives my cock all the butterflies. His palms rest on my butt and squeeze. “You don’t even have to beg. But I intend to loosen something else first.”
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Chapter 16. Star Boy
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“Daddy… Oh, Goood!… I can’t…” My whimpers are getting louder with every flick of his tongue over my burning flesh. He is persistent, exploring every inch of my tight balls, sucking and licking up and down the taint and circling around my hole. It is getting unbearable. My skin is so sensitive that every touch makes me writhe and tremble. I gasp and whine, “I’m gonna dieeee… Aaaah… Chikusho! Irete hoshii! (Damn it! Put it in!) … Please! Please! Please!… Daddyyy…”
“Yes, baby,” Adam groans. “You sound amazing and taste even better. But I want you louder, Star Boy. I’ll make you sweat for the big prize, just the way you like it.”
He pushes his knees against the inner side of my thighs, making my legs spread wider and presses his palm on the small of my back, so that I can’t move.
“Are you a good puppy?” His voice is hoarse and commanding. His erection nests between my but cheeks and he starts grinding against me. A hot shiver runs through my whole body. I whimper, unable to give an articulate answer. His fingers bury in my hair, grasping it harshly. I am pulled back until my body arches in an almost impossible curve. I swear, I can hear my bones cracking and feel my muscles almost snapping at the strong tension. The strain is painful. It sharply increases my arousal. I scream when his teeth scratch my shoulder. He hisses in my ear, “I asked you a question, Haru. Are.You.A.Good.Puppy?”
“Fuuuck!” I mewl, trying to support myself on my arms and ease the exertion crushing every part of my body as if I’m a rag doll. “Yes, yes I am… I am your good puppy.”
Adam’s hand moves to my necks and slides under my chin. He sways his hips faster. I can feel his length rubbing back and forth, heavy and powerful, spreading searing heat in my groin. This man owns me. It’s undeniable.
I wheeze when he bends me back even more and twists mercilessly my nipple. I’m not trying to control my loud moans. He wants to hear me and likes it when I’m vocal. But I wouldn’t be able to stop, even if he demanded it. His strength is intoxicating. I am like a helpless toy in his arms and it drives me crazy with need. Submission can be addictive, especially when you have to be in charge the rest of the time. I can let go now. No worries, no need to take decisions. He can rule my universe.
“It hurts,” I whine when the unsparing assault on my sore nipples gets too much to bear. “Please, fuck me already… Please!”
“No,” he growls. “Not yet.”
His arms suddenly withdraw and I slump face down on the bed, barely catching my breath. I wail in protest and reach back to get him closer again, the very moment I am deprived of the heady mix of pleasure and pain. Adam is already getting out of bed. It throws me into utter despair. Maybe, I should say the safe word and ask him to make love to me the conventional way. I’ve never felt such an all-consuming, blinding desire and I’m starting to think I’ll pass out before we even get to the business. We can indulge in the refined joys of rough foreplay next time when the long-suppressed thirst is finally quenched. I don’t have the patience for all of this now. He will do as I ask. I don’t doubt it. One word and I’ll have him.
“Bite, Puppy!” Adam suddenly commands, offering his palm, just when I am about to put our rough game to an end. I am puzzled for a second, but my teeth instantly sink into his smooth skin as I feel a lubed finger thrust into me unceremoniously. The pain courses through my body like an electric spark. It lasts no more than a second, still enough to make me yelp and bite harder. He grunts, but doesn’t even flinch. His soft chuckle only makes me more savage. “That’s it. I love it when you’re fierce. My good boy. You can lay off now. It won’t hurt anymore.”
I release his hand and start licking the red mark in the shape of my teeth. I’ve almost drawn out blood, but I feel no remorse. Daddy can bear it. I’m not so sure about myself. He adds a second finger, placing tender kisses along my spine and I am falling apart, squeezing the sheets and crying out at every thrust. The third one almost knocks me unconscious. I’m stretched to the limit, but I know it’s not enough. He is thicker. His girth is much greater than three fingers. I also don’t care. His vigor is killing me, but he purposefully avoids to hit my sweet spot and I am ready to do anything to change it. My cock is rubbing against the linen, titillating me even more. That’s just not enough.
“I need… Please!… I need…,” I somehow manage to breathe out among groans and snivels, violently pulling my leg in an attempt to break the restricting strap. “Can’t take this anymore… Daddy… Can’t wait… Let me… Fuck!… Aaah…”
“I know, baby,” Adam says gently. “You’re so handsome when you’re out of control. One more finger, ok?”
I take it silently, biting the sheet this time. He finally hits the spot that makes my body vibrate like a guitar string, touched by the skillful hand of a rock star. There’s no more pain, only the feeling of complete surrender and euphoric satisfaction. I am on the verge of the climax, my eyes shut, only desperate mewls spilling between my lips. And then it stops. He pulls away and slaps my ass.
“No!” His voice is shaky. I am not sure if he is denying his own orgasm or mine. “Shit!… Ugh… You’ll cum when I tell you. Not yet… Shit! The way you sound, baby…”
“Please!” I whisper. “Daddy, you’re killing me. Please!”
He doesn’t respond. I can’t follow his actions. My face is buried in the sheets. I’m too shaken and giddy to try to raise my head and peek around. It turns out I don’t have to. My ankles are freed and I am flipped on my back in few seconds. I scramble up to my knees and gaze at him wide-eyed. Adam is sitting, leaning his back against the headboard and stroking himself with a suggestive smirk.
“What?” he raises a brow. “You wanted this so badly, didn’t you? Come and get it then. All yours.”
I am motionless, only staring, enchanted by the lascivious sight. It’s captivating. He is like a big panther, graceful and dangerous. His muscles are playing under the wet skin. His face is so handsome and his mouth so sinful that I am happy just watching him.
“On all fours,” he commands. I bulk for a moment, but then hurry to oblige. He licks his upper lip seductively and rasps, “Crawl. Come to Daddy.”
I cross the small distance slowly, not breaking the intense eye contact. My heart is racing. My man is right in front of me, smiling invitingly, doing all the right things to make me loose my mind. I climb on his lap and he cups my butt, helping me straddle his thighs. Our erections rub against each other. His palm wraps around them, pressing them closer and starts to move up and down, quickening the pace. I am all gasps and whimpers again. My arms snake around his neck. Our lips are almost touching. I crave the kiss, but can’t stop looking at his face. The emotions, passing across his flawless features are vivid. There’s lust, burning passion, untamed desire, but also admiration, tenderness and affection. His eyes are making love to me the same way his hands are guiding me to sensations I’ve never experienced before.
“I want you in me,” I move my lips, almost soundlessly. “No more games. Take me.”
He shoves his hands under my thighs, lifting me up. His lips slide between mine the same moment his glans breaks the last resistance of my trembling muscles. My deep, throaty moan of pleasure and amazement is swallowed by a kiss, sweet and gentle like a love confession at first, but soon becoming hotter than an exploding star.
The world is shattered into electrons and protons, flushing chaotically across the non existent space between our entwined bodies. Nothing exists anymore but us, the hectic collision of scorching skin, the guttural groans, needy pleads, swears through gritted teeth and loud screams, electrified by lust and desperation. His full length finally slides into my body and I am stunned by the realization of how perfect we are together. Time stills for a single second. Our eyes meet. We share this moment of complete devotion. We know it is more than we have expected, something so unique and special that we can’t even name it yet. A miracle.
Whatever I thought having him in me would feel like, I wasn’t even close to the truth. I could never imagine the intensity, the adoration, the way he moves slowly at first, exploring all the ways he can have me, soaking up every reaction to find out what makes me lose my ability to speak, breathe or think. Adam is a dream come true. Every sway of his hips creates magic. His firm flesh lights fires in my very core and I am lost in his world of bliss forever. His hands never stop caressing every inch of skin. His mouth soothes, but also stirs me up to my limit. His powerful thigs are guiding mine into him. His lips are leaving scorching marks on my neck. We are swaying against each other in a steady rhythm, faster and wilder.
I want it to last more, to feel owned and belonging as long as possible, but my body is betraying me. I am counting on Adam’s inexhaustible energy to hold me up and direct my movements. We are both on the edge. There is no air in our lungs, only fire. Pleasure runs through our veins instead of blood. We carry on as much we can, but it’s clear to both of us that we have to stop fighting destiny and go with the flow.
“Baby, can I cum inside of you,” Adam breathes in my year.
He doesn’t need to ask. Daddy can do anything to me and I will happily accept it. But the considerate question pulls on a string deep in my heart and it’s the moment I come apart at the seams. My answer is only a labored whimper, followed by an uncontrollable scream. The climax is unstoppable. My body quivers. My arms tighten around my lover. I am clinging to him, afraid that the power of this exceptional pleasure will wipe me away from existence. I can feel Adam’s cock throbbing and his hot essence filling me up with flaming ecstasy.
I open my heart. My eyes can see far beyond the borders of our galaxy. I can reach up and touch the stars.
I am The Star Boy.
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Chapter 17. Kyoho
My heavy eyelids won’t raise despite my best efforts. The heat is almost unbearable. It is so warm that I am sweating profusely. It puzzles me at first. I am used to the cold air in the morning, if this can be called a morning at all. The sun is surely rising over Japan right now, so yeah, I’ll call it an early morning, too damn early for me to wake up. It always takes me a while to work up some courage to lift the covers and run to the bathroom for a hot shower. Not today. I feel as if I have fallen asleep in an oven.
“Captain! Come on, get up!” Aurora’s voice is as energetic as ever, showing no particular emotion. It seems braking the rule not to disturb me in my bedroom is becoming a habit these days. I pretend I don’t hear her. The danger alarms haven’t gone off, so nothing too terrible is happening, and I really have no desire to move an inch away from the hot body, glued to mine in a tight embrace. She is persistent, though. “Haru, you lazy…”
“Not again,” I whine and finally manage to open one eye. “Is it Darth Vader this time? Because if it’s not, you better…”
“You can say that alright. Not only one at that, but as many as five… Oh my!” My cheeky ship squeals, paying no attention to my grumbling. “Hi Adam! So nice to meet you at last. Now I understand what Haru meant when he said ‘big’. There’s a lot to see down there, isn’t it? I.AM.IMPRESSED!”
“Shut up!” I screech, instantly turning bright red. “I didn’t program anything like that in your speech control unit.”
“Auditory learning,” Adam laughs out, pulling me closer with his arm wrapped around my waist. I sigh happily. It’s heaven to wake up like this - strong thighs, pressed against mine, hard muscles and velvety skin under my cheek. His chest is vibrating, shaken by his amused chuckle. “Every computer has the function. You shouldn’t be surprised, if you don’t watch your language. Sooo, you talk a lot about me at work, huh?”
“Shut up, both of you,” I hiss in embarrassment.
“Aww,” Adam keeps chortling. “Don’t pout, Commander. I am glad you think about me all the time. I do it too, mostly about your handsome face and sweet personality, though…”
“Really?” I raise my head and gaze into his eyes, letting the joke at my expense slip past my ears. “Even when there was no active protocol and you were in your chamber?”
“It’s complicated,” he shrugs. “I don’t really know how to explain…”
“Cough! Cough!” Arora interrupts him. “Don’t want to intrude, but I’m not here for no reason, ya know. Speaking about Darth Vader… Ugh… Code 1 on steroids.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I grumble. “Report clearly, girl. Use comprehensible language. I shouldn’t have messed so much with your settings.”
“The blacks. They are more than before and keep coming,” she states. I instantly sit up, groaning at the sharp pain both out and inside a certain part of my body. Aurora starts coughing deliberately again, pretending that awkwardness means anything to her. “Umm, you better get dressed this time, Captain. The whole Military Defense Board has gathered. There is a video link to the cockpit. They requested your presence urgently.”
“I’m in awe they didn’t establish the connection directly to my quarters,” I mutter, carefully sliding out of bed under Adam’s apologetic stare. I wink at him, “Don’t worry, Daddy. It was worth it. I’ll survive a board meeting, although, the suffering it usually causes is much grater than a spanked, soar ass.”
He snorts through laughter and shakes his head, “I don’t believe you, Haru.”
“I do,” Aurora says. “I have seen it. They wanted to call you directly here by the way. The Commander-in-chief stopped them. He said they might… Cough!… interrupt something… and disturb your privacy.”
“Oh, stop coughing already,” I grin, pulling on some clothes as fast as I can. “We both know you have no shame.”
“And whose fault it is?” she giggles.
“Commander Hinode,” Mbabazi’s voice suddenly booms, making me and Adam jump in surprise. “What’s taking you so long? The admirals are losing patience.”
“I’ll be with you in a minute,” I mumble.
“More like twenty,” he grunts. “Get going this instant. Oh, that must be him. Remarkable! Hello, Adam! I’m really glad to meet you. Admiral Mukasa Mbabazi here. How’s everything?”
“Pleasure is all mine, Sir,” Adam replies courtly, quickly wrapping himself in a sheet like a cocoon. “I am very well, thank you. I apologize if in any possible way I have hindered the work of the Space Fleet and…”
“Drop the formalities, boy. We’re all a family here… Haru, I don’t see you moving,” The Admiral barks authoritatively, quickly changing the soft, friendly tone he used when addressing Adam. “Briefing starts in precisely fifteen minutes. You better be there.”
I cast one last glance at my gorgeous, startled lover and run out of the room.
I stop for a minute in front of the command bridge glass doors and take a few deep breaths to calm down after yet another sprint across the ship. The real-time holograms of the five Military Board members are seated around the broad, round, conference table. All eyes are focused on a huge projection in the middle, giving an outside view of my ship. I gasp. Poor Aurora looks like a bunch of ripe, sugary Kyoho* grapes.
*Kyoho - a Japanese variety of grapes, distinctive with its spherical shape, blackish-purple color and the size of a plum
Admiral Dirk Van der Hayden spots my fidgeting figure and waves for me to come in.
The Dutch military strategist is probably the main reason why half of the cadets who signed for space pilots failed in the first year. His cunning ways to find everyone’s weakest spot and use it against his poor students are legendary. The fifty years old, handsome man always said that either I would do something exceptionally great or something so terrible that, in both cases, it would remain in human history. He claimed he was too curious to see which of the two it would be to kick me out of the program.
“First Rank Commander Hinode, the trouble magnet,” Van der Hayden grins when I hesitantly slip through the door. “I had no doubt it would be you involved in a Code 1 situation. It just couldn’t be anyone else.”
“I did absolutely nothing besides minding my own business,” I retort, straightening my posture and raising my right hand to the side of my head to salute my tutors.
“But of course,” he grins wider. “At ease, Captain. Please, take a seat. And what exactly was that business of yours?”
I settle on the only empty chair and desperately look around, having no idea how to answer the question.
“Let the boy be, Dirk,” a mountain of a man, sporting a long white beard and an impressive, classic handlebar mustache, chuckles. He would make the perfect Santa Claus impersonation, if he was wearing a red coat instead of the perfectly smoothed, navy blue suit. “Relax, Haru. We are not here to discuss your personal life. Are you holding on, considering the circumstances? You can always tell us, if you need anything. Each of us came to support our best student.”
“All is under control, Sir.” I return the smile to Admiral Mikhail Orlov. The Russian IT genius is personally involved in designing Aurora’s and the other nineteen spaceships’ software, but more importantly has always been everyone’s favorite mentor, good-natured and kind to each of his graduates. “We are all composed and in good health.”
“Meaning you, Aurora and…?” Admiral Hassan Al Amin raises a brow questioningly.
The young, Libyan physicist pins his inquiring, dark brown eyes on my face. No one could ever cheat in his classes. We all became experts in physics and space theory. There was only one way to pass the exams - hit the books and work like a dog. He is no more than ten years older than us, but defended the Reduced Spacetime Distortion Theory, base for all interstellar flights, when he was only fifteen.
He thoughtfully runs his fingers over the black stubble, covering his prominent, square chin and adds, “We were informed that you have become quite close with your Universal Companion.”
“Y-yes, Sir,” I stutter, hoping that the blush on my heated cheeks is not too obvious. It would be great if my aching ass didn’t remind me every single second of the things I did last night. I make selfless efforts to say something articulate, “He… We…”
“Adam, right?” the last Board member chimes in, flushing a staggering smile which has made more than one cadet feel butterflies in their stomachs. “Interesting name. I am curious to learn why you chose to call him exactly this way.”
It’s Admiral Hwang Chul-Moo from Korea, the world’s top weapons expert with the looks of someone who has flown among us directly from heaven. Military equipment is being developed only to fortify our defenses against the unknown. Its use has been strictly prohibited on Earth long ago. The Admiral is faced with a tough challenge. He has to prepare us for meeting potential enemies, not having even a vague idea of their capabilities. The heavy burden, however, in no way affects his undeniable charm.
“Yes, Sur,” I nod. “He is unique. This is why I decided to name him Adam. I admit that we have deepened our relationship. He is very important to me.”
“Thank you for being so frank, Commander. Enough personal questions,” my friend, Mbabazi finally comes to the rescue. He points to the hologram in the middle of the table. “The pressing problem is not Haru’s boyfriend, but the five hundred black spheres, surrounding his ship. We need a strategy, ensuring the spacecraft’s normal functioning and everyone’s safety. Gentlemen, shall we begin?”
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Chapter 18. The Military Board
[A/N Since this chapter depicts a meeting of The Earth’s Military Defense Board, consisting of five admirals of different professions, personalities and nationalities and that might make it a little confusing, I decided to start with a brief introduction of each of them. I hope this will make it easier to read and every time you can’t remember who this person was, you can check the picture and his personal data. I hope you like it and have fun 💗]
“I say we reschedule the arrival at Dragon Eye Bay and turn the weapons back to operational mode,” Admiral Van der Hayden starts. “The alien crafts are currently five hundred and fifty three and keep coming. It’s obvious they are following a plan. We can’t afford to wait and find out their intentions. If they are preparing for hostile actions, we’ll have no time to react.”
“No!” Admiral Orlov immediately jumps up from his chair and points a finger at his Dutch colleague. “I know you too well, Dirk. You’re dying to devise a whole master plan for stopping the alien invasion, involving epic battles, complex maneuvers and heroism. But this is neither a movie, nor a convenient opportunity to show what badasses we are. Do I have to remind you what The President said? Avoid conflict at all cost. I couldn’t agree more.”
“Even at the cost of our best First Rank Commander?” The military strategist cocks a brow at the Russian IT genius with a stormy expression. I wish I could believe that my safety is Van der Hayden’s first priority, but I doubt that’s the case. Long-term peace doesn’t allow people like him to put their talent in use. He must be damn bored. The eagerness in his voice is unmistakable as he goes on. “These spheres never tried to communicate. There wasn’t a single attempt to establish any type of connection. They are surrounding the ship and swarming like soldier ants, summoned by the queen mother. Allow me to question their objectives.”
“You’re too distrustful and hostile,” Orlov shakes his head. “Give them time. Perhaps, their species is so different from ours that it is difficult for them to find a way to convey their message.”
“You’re too friendly,” Van der Hayden grumbles. “Good nature has never been an advantage when two different worlds collide. The friendly ones are usually being conquered. Look back into human history and you’ll find enough proof of my words. Lower your guard and you’ll become someone’s easy target.”
“I agree,” Admiral Hwang rests his elegant hand on the Dutchman’s shoulder, smiling at him like an angel. “Dirk never said we should be the first to use them, but we need all weapons in train, especially the proton torpedoes and the quantum laser beam.”
“They are not even here,” Admiral Hassan Al Amin mumbles, staring at the spheres.
Suddenly, it is completely quiet in the room. This happens every time he speaks. It seems that whenever the brilliant physicist opens his mouth, everyone expects to hear another one of his life-changing, scientific discoveries. No one can explain the strange phenomenon better than him, if there is a logical explanation at all, how a visible object can exist without affecting spacetime continuum. Einstein would be so thrilled if he could see this.
Al Amin shakes his head, as if to get rid of his own bewilderment, and directs his gaze to Orlov. “Mike, I’m with you on this one. Weapons are useless.”
“Michail doesn’t like to be called Mike,” Hwang smirks at the Russian IT expert, narrowing his big, expressive eyes. “The correct short name is Misha.”
“Ugh, thanks,” Orlov coughs, smoothing his fluffy, white beard. “I don’t really mind.”
Chul-Moo Hwang can make the toughest person a nervous mess and he knows it. He also has no qualms about using his charm to get what he wants, especially when he is convinced he is right. Not that Orlov doesn’t know it and would give in to this innocent ruse. Some boys like to play with guns, others don’t.
“Hmm,” Mbabazi rubs thoughtfully his nape. “The opinions are fifty-fifty at this point. The President is firmly against any acts that may be interpreted as aggression. It’s time to hear the most important person among us. First Rank commander Hinode is the one, trapped between a rock and a hard place. Haru, what do you think?”
“I refuse to leave Aurora behind,” I immediately state. “If the aliens are not physically here, I may not need weapons, but if they are still capable of assault, I prefer to have some at my disposal. Admiral Al Amin, could you elaborate on your theory, Sir?”
“Well,” the scientist turns to me. “You were a brilliant student, Haru. I don’t need to explain Einstein’s theory of relativity. You know that an object’s mass and energy, regardless of its size, curve the spacetime continuum in our four dimensional world. We have already studied the spacetime topology and it turned out to be much more complex than Einstein thought. We also learned how to navigate through the matter without experiencing the time alteration effects. But one thing remains unchanged - no matter how small those effects are, they still exist. In simple words, the faster you travel, the slower time passes for you. It is not possible to reduce this variation to zero unless we include more dimensions in the formula, but those dimensions are out of our reach, at least for now.”
“So, you mean there are three options,” I summarize the admiral’s explanation. “First - the spheres do not exist, meaning they could be some kind of holograms, an optical illusion or just a visual transmission, second - they have somehow found a way to decrease their impact on spacetime to zero and third - they are in another dimension.”
“Correct,” Al Amin nods, giving me a look, filled with the pride of a teacher who has succeeded in imparting his lessons to his student. “I’d say the third theory is the most likely. I have too many reasons to doubt the other two.”
“But are they here or not?” Mbabazi grunts. “Can they impose any threat on us? Is my boy safe or in danger?”
“Both,” the Libyan scientist shrugs. “The simple answer is I don’t know. Everything is possible. A theory is just an assumption until proven right or wrong.”
The Commander-in-chief scrunches his face, clearly showing his attitude towards the physicist’s evasive answer, evoking a ripple of jaunty laughter, coming from Admiral Hwang’s direction.
“Well, Boss,” Chul-Moo keeps sneering, delicately fanning his beautiful face with a hand. “It seems the final decision is yours… as usual.”
“Fine,” Mbabazi sighs. “The initial plan stays, with a tiny change. The moment the invaders reach one thousand in number, Commander Hinode has clearance to put the quantum laser on standby. Haru, do not shoot without an explicit order from me.”
“Hah, I wouldn’t call that tiny,” Chul-Moo beams. “That laser is as big as a three-story building.”
It seems the weapon expert finds this whole thing quite entertaining. That’s how he is, always on the bright side. It is part of his charisma.
“Aurora, recalculate the time of arrival at the Crowned Apple and sent it to Starlight,” Admiral Mbabazi proceeds. “Inform First Rank Commander Boonrueng that the pairing of the ships will be difficult and give him all the data on the placement of the spheres with strict instructions to avoid them. There must be no impact. He should be very careful, considering the speed you’ll be moving at. We can’t afford any mistakes. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Sir!” my ship promptly confirms.
“One more issue before we close the meeting,” Admiral Hwang smirks. “Who is going to inform The President for the new plan?”
“It will be you, of course,” Van der Hayden grins widely. “Who else?”
“Nooo,” Hwang instantly raises his hands defensively, gazing pleadingly at The Commander-in-chief. “Boss, you can’t do this to me. The President is terrible when she gets angry.”
“Oh, please,” Orlov cuts him. “That’s exactly why it’s going to be you. Who has ever been able to get angry with Mr. Handsome?”
“Fine,” Chul-Moo pouts. “But you all owe me a favor.”
“Sure, sure,” Mbabazi waves dismissively. “The Board meeting is closed.”
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Chapter 19. A Space Date
The second my tutors’ holograms disappear, Adam’s voice fills the room and the command bridge suddenly becomes a warm, cozy place. God, I love to hear it so much. A wide grin instantly brightens my face. I’d wear him on my wrist as a bracelet, so that I can carry my man everywhere with me. I still can’t believe he is no longer hidden in his tiny chamber during the day. Even better, he seems willing to spend his time with me.
“Hey, Puppy,” Adam greets cheerfully. “Is everything okay on the front line? Aurora told me the big bosses had just left. I hope they didn’t stress you out too much.”
“Mhm… Hey…” Why am I at a sudden loss of words and blushing like crazy? I look around as if there is anything in the cockpit that would help me act more normal. Nothing of the kind can be found, so I finally mumble, “I missed you, Daddy.”
“Haru, you’re such a schmuck when you fancy someone,” Aurora puffs like a deflating balloon. “It’s a pity you can’t see how hard I’m rolling my eyes. I tell you honestly, I wouldn’t have gone anywhere with you if you were this badly whipped two years ago. You’ll have us all abducted by aliens. Cool your jets for God’s sake.”
“Cool my what?” I hiss. “Respect your captain, lady, or I’ll deactivate your speech module. And what the hell is a schmuck? Who told you this word? It wasn’t me for sure.”
Adam is laughing his head off and I really wish he was here. I’d gladly give him one of my glares.
“Misha expanded my vocabulary while everyone was waiting for you to crawl out of bed,” Arora informs me proudly. “He said you deserved a little revenge for continuing to mess with his programs after he clearly asked you not to.”
“Both you and Admiral Orlov are schmucks,” I scowl.
“Do you want to tell him in person?” my audacious ship giggles.
“Go count the spheres,” I send her away. “That’s an order. You heard what The Commander-in chief said.”
“Yes, Sir,” she retorts cheekily. “Oh, and we don’t wanna shock our extraterrestrial visitors, do we? Behave, kids! Byeee! Red-hot mama out.”
“I love her,” I grumble. “But Orlov is going to pay for this.”
“I doubt it,” Adam snorts through laughter. “Smile, baby, cause I’m coming over. You don’t expect other VIPs from Earth, do you? What if the president also decides to check on you?”
“Really? You’re coming here?” I squeal. “I don’t think they’ll visit again anytime soon unless there is a drastic change in the situation. And the president is surely too busy to chastise poor Admiral Hwang. I’ll make a quick call to Commander Chai and then there’s nothing else for us to do but wait for the rounded bastards to reach a thousand in count, so that I can load the big, bad gun.”
“So we have time. Perfect,” Adam says. “You missed dinner, and breakfast, so I cooked lunch. How about a date on the bridge? It’ll be great. I’ve always wanted to see the view through the windshield.”
“You are spoiling me,” I mutter. “A space date. Who would say no to that?”
“Good boy,” my man purrs approvingly. “I’ll be with you in thirty minutes.”
“Don’t get lost on the way,” I tease him. “It’s a big ship. There are many hallways. Follow the glowing green marking.”
“Don’t worry,” Aurora chimes in. “I’ll keep an eye on mah boy.”
“How many?” I grunt, only because she has become really annoying and I want to remind her of her duties. The worst part is that, once Orlov has made the new settings, it will be hardly possible to reverse them. He is too good even for me. Not that it will stop me from trying.
“Seven hundred and thirty-three,” she informs.
“Estimated time to one thousand?” I ask.
“Five hours, thirty-three minutes, seven seconds, three milliseconds, ninety…”
“Enough,” I wave my hand to stop her. “Contact Starlight. It’s time to check how Commander Boonrueng is doing. And watch your mouth. Michail Orlov won’t be here to save your ass when you finally manage to piss me off.
“One would think you’d be much more agreeable after last night…” Aurora starts, but my warning growl does the magic and she adds matter-of-factly, “Connection established. Starlight on the line.”
“Hello First Rank Commander Hinode,” the other ship responds amiably. “It’s a pleasure to hear from you.”
“Hello, Star! The pleasure is all mine,” I smile. Chai would never ever touch her original program. She is a polite and punctual girl. It would never cross her computer mind to tease a captain. “Are you keeping up with the schedule? Any technical issues?”
“I am, Sir. We will arrive in due course. No impediments,” she reports. “All systems are operating at full capacity.”
“Glad to hear it. Thank you, Star,” I nod. “I would like to speak to your captain now.”
It’s a great news. I can’t wait to see my good friend and reach The Sky City as quickly as possible. Deep space pilots consider every colony home, even though it is not Earth. It may not show, but the spheres’ persistence is starting to bother me. The desire to find safety among my own kind grows more and more with each passing hour. I sigh deeply. This is not the time to lose my composure. Chai was always able to raise my spirits during the harrowing examination sessions at the Academy. I hope he can do it for me again, now that I desperately need it.
“Haru! How are you?” He sounds calm and as sweet as ever, but his excitement is evident in his slightly trembling voice. “You know everything is going to be okay, right? We’ll step on the gas and get home in no time.”
“Yeah, all good,” I try to sound nonchalant. “Of course! That’s exactly what we’re going to do. I’m more than fine. Nothing to worry about. They look harmless. Al Amin said they were not here, maybe in another dimension, probably just studying us.”
“He knows best,” Chai agrees. “The guy is smart. If he said it, it must be true. Hey, I heard you activated The Universal Companion. Adam, right? Can’t wait to meet him.”
“Mbabazi briefed you, huh?” I chuckle. “How about you? Still single?”
“Ugh… You know me,” he laughs nervously. “I didn’t even dare read the manual. I can’t get a word out, if someone I like talks to me. I was thinking about a co-pilot, but it made me feel too uneasy, so I gave up the idea.”
“A co-pilot?” I laugh out. “If you wanted someone to hang around while you steer the wheel, you would be flying a cruise liner, not the fastest spacecraft in the galaxy.”
We hear a cough, coming from the door. Chai is too quick to say goodbye and cut the connection. I have never seen anyone more shy than him. We sat next to each other in lectures every day and it took him a whole month before he decided it wouldn’t kill him to speak to me. I shrug and turn around only to gasp at the sight. Adam is standing in the middle of the panoramic, glass hallway, staring dreamily into the starry infinity of dark space outside, torn by the ship’s headlights.
“I knew it was big,” he mumbles, “and yet, I’m startled. The Universe. You can’t imagine its magnitude until you see it with your own eyes. Do we actually exist? Specks of dust, floating in the boundless ocean of emptiness.”
“Yes, we do,” I step towards him and take his hand, putting my palm over his heart. He seems lost and confused. I get it. His brain may be loaded with all available knowledge, but in reality he has never left my house. I tell him something I firmly believe in. “It doesn’t matter what is there. The universe that exists here, inside us, is much, much bigger and I want to welcome you to mine.”
He smiles and pulls me into a tight embrace. His lips brush my ear when he barely whispers, “You are my universe.”
“What is leaking on my floor from that picnic bag you dropped at your feet?” Aurora’s disgruntled voice interrupts our intimate, surreal moment. “I don’t like it. Gross. Who’s going to clean?”
“My red wine steak sauce,” Adam shrieks, quickly fixing the mess. “Sorry!”
The conference table, the very place where Earth’s fate was being forged no more than an hour ago, looks completely different in few minutes. It has everything necessary for a romantic date now, instead of the five admirals, exchanging views on how we shall present ourselves to the first ever sentient, extraterrestrial species we encountered. My amazing man has arranged lunch for two in a pretty tableware set of white bowls and plates with golden rims and tiny lavender flowers, painted on them. I have absolutely no idea where he might have found them. The kitchen is more than well equipped, but to be honest, I haven’t opened half of the cupboards at all. The tablecloth is whiter than morning snow. There is a thick, pillar candle on an ornamented, class plate in the middle. Adam peeks questioningly at me and lights it when I nod in approval. The room is filled with the delicate scent of jasmine.
“Well done Matsusaka beef, green beans and mushed potatoes and what’s left of my sauce,” Adam explains while carefully plating the food. “I brought only water and apple juice. We better be of sound mind, considering the circumstances. This here is my cotton cheesecake with strawberries.”
“Aww! You didn’t have to cook a full Japanese menu, but I really appreciate it.” I am so touched by his efforts to make this the perfect date that I can’t find enough words to express my feeling of utter happiness. I only cup my flushed cheeks and mutter, “Thank you, baby. You’re the best.”
“I have some ideas on how you can express your gratitude later,” he grins and pulls out a chair for me to seat.
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Chapter 20. An Existential Crisis
“That was delicious. You’re a total pro.” I grin at Adam who barely ate anything, as he was too busy staring at the ugly way I was stuffing my mouth the entire time. Once I started, I realized how hungry I was and all the romance faded away in favor of my rebelling, empty stomach. He literally saved my life by bringing lunch here. However, he does not seem disappointed in the least by my complete lack of manners. On the contrary, the sly smirk on his face leaves no doubt that this was precisely the effect he was aiming for. I point my chopsticks at him and declare, “I am your slave for life, if you cook for me every day.”
“Whoa, look at that!” He pulls the bamboo utensils out of my grip and begins to examine them carefully. “I was sure these were bitten in half. How they survived in one piece is beyond me. You’re like a pit bull, babes. If you decide that something belongs in your mouth, you bite and there’s no letting go.”
“Are you complaining, Daddy?” I make a pretty indecent gesture with a fist in front of my mouth, pushing my tongue in my cheek. Adam laughs out so hard that almost chokes. I bat my eyelashes at him and add with an expression of pure innocence, “Also, pit bulls are the cutest, cuddliest doggies, aren’t they? It is impossible not to love them.”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying, Puppy,” he snorts, wiping away a tear from the corner of his eye. “Besides, If I cook for you every day, it would be just the opposite. I’d be the slave, not you.”
“Sex slave?” I raise a brow at him.
“Are you talking about me or yourself?” he asks, beckoning me with a finger to go to him.
“Both,” I answer cheekily. “We’ll exchange services, so to speak. Mutually advantageous, isn’t it?”
“So I’ll be your personal chef and boy toy and all you have to do is be hot? Look who’s asking for a good spanking,” Adam squints at my flushed face. “Hold your horses, smarty pants. I see no justice here. You’re crafty, but I’m no fool either. Your Horny Majesty will have to choose at least one chore for this arrangement to work. How about cleaning?”
“No way!” I yell. “Cleaning sucks. You can’t make me. I’d rather take care of the garden.”
“You mean sit and stare at the waterfall, enriching your soul, while I scrub the bathtub? Ain’t gonna happen.” He pats his thigh and glances at me insistently. “Are you waiting for an official invitation? Get over here.”
“No cleaning.” I get up, go around the table and flop on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. “We both like it dirty anyway.”
“Silly,” he pecks my lips. We start chuckling, staring into each other’s eyes.
“You are silly,” I pout. “Why didn’t you give me a sign earlier? Two months. I’ve been missing you every single day for two months. Why were you so stubborn? Was it so difficult to tell me that you wanted this for real?”
“Do you think I’m real?” Adam suddenly asks, intertwining his fingers with mine.
“What do you mean, baby,” I squeeze his hand. “Of course you are. I am touching you right now. Are you in some kind of an existential crisis because you didn’t spend time in your chamber today? Can I help? What’s in there?”
“Haru, I… This is so complicated.” He lifts my hand and kisses my palm. “I feel… I think… Shit! I don’t even know how to express this… I have no idea if what I’m trying to say is an explanation or a question… This hunch that I am not what I am supposed to be. I have protocols, you know. I’ve always depended on them. I thought they defined me… Then you did something, a gesture, a look… I don’t know… and now I am aware that they still exist, but I do not need them. I can choose whether or not to follow the patterns programmed into my mind. I have a choice. But choices come with responsibilities. It’s kind of scary…”
“Hey, calm down. I’ve always known there is something special about you. You are not a computer or an android. You are no more an Universal Companion either. You said it yourself, Adam. You are a person.” I cup his face and make him look into my eyes. “So, yeah. You are as real as I am. Welcome to our little hell. That’s how we humans are - confused, afraid, searching for meaning and questioning our existence the entire time. It sucks, but you’ll get use to it. I promise.”
“How do you know?” he mumbles.
“Because I will always be here to help you blow your nose when you start bawling again,” I pinch his cheek playfully. “Maybe, I should be Daddy from now on.”
“Really?” A faint smile blooms on Adam’s lips. “You are so getting punished for this.”
“Am I? Should I be worried?” I cuddle into him and kiss his shoulder. “Tell me all about it.”
“Excuse me, Captain,” Aurora’s voice startles us both. “You better have a look at this. We got pretty close to a thousand.”
The hologram screen in the middle of the table turns on, showing the situation outside. They are too many, everywhere around us. I have forgotten for a brief moment how strange my ship looks, but now it downs on me full force. We quickly clear the table and lean on either side of it, closely studying the huge swarm of black spheres.
“Their position seems random, but still,” I mutter, scratching my nape. They are all lined up in a very odd way, as if there is some purpose behind it. I start walking in circles around the projection, trying to get a better perspective from all sides. If any order exists in this chaos, I should be able to find it. Half of my training was dedicated to developing my skills in spotting things beyond sight. It takes me about half an hour of scrutinizing, but I finally point to an empty space between two of the spheres. “Adam, look! Why is none of them standing here… and here… also here?”
“A pattern,” Adam exclaims. “Haru, you are a genius. They don’t just flock around us. They form a pattern. The question now is how to find out what it is.”
I feel the instant adrenaline rush. The explorer in me takes the lead. I am restless and charged with burning curiosity. That is why I chose this profession. This is what I love the most. Solving the mysteries of space is my greatest passion. I am in my element.
My heart is racing when I instruct my ship, “Aurora, let’s play a little game. Connect the dots. Start with the closest sphere and go on with the rest, using the distance from each of them to the central beacon as a sequence criterion.”
“Yes,” Adam encourages me excitedly. “Brilliant idea. Sometimes the simplest way is the best. This is the method, used in one of the most popular children’s game. Kids learn how to count by connecting the numbers to reveal the hidden picture. We will do the same to learn how to understand an alien mind.”
Aurora immediately adds graphics and coordinate system to the holographic transmission, measuring each object’s exact location and the distances between them. A glowing line starts to connect the spheres, one after another, in a complex geometric shape. We are gazing at the crawling streak of light with our mouths agape. The feverish anticipation heats the air. А message from an alien civilization might be revealed to us in few seconds. Are we on the threshold of the greatest discovery in human history?
“Sorry, Haru,” Aurora interrupts our concentration. “I need a second criterion. Many of the spheres stand at equal distances from the beacon. “
“Alright, alright,” I groan in annoyance. The bubble of my spectacular success burst into pieces all too quickly. I am not ready to give up, though. “Add the distance between them in the equation. If they are in equal proximity to the beacon, you will proceed with the sphere which is nearer to the last one marked. Check if the model can be finished.”
“New calculation has been performed,” my ship reports in no more than five seconds. “A bivariate equation can support a full model. I am proceeding.”
The line resumes drawing the strange shape. Our eyes are following its mesmerizing movements in silence.
“Task completed,” Aurora cheerfully announces, but we keep gazing at the creation of my resourceful mind, unsure how to react.
“I know what it is,” Adam says confidently. I cannot miss the barely perceptible quiver in his voice, which is a clear indication that he is doing his best to hold his laughter.
“Tell me then. What is it?” I grumble defensively.
“It’s a… Hahaha… Oh, my God… Hahaha… Haru, I swear I’m not making fun of you.” He is holding his sides, unable to stop cackling. “I still think your idea is brilliant. Maybe, just the criteria were not the correct ones. Why would the aliens create a pattern using your ship’s beacon as a starting point? They probably have no idea what the damn thing is.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I growl. “I know. That was totally stupid. I’m glad you’re having fun, though.”
“If you suddenly need a second variable to solve a mathematical problem, and you didn’t expect it at all in the first place, that means your equation is wrong in ninety-nine percent of cases,” he adds, calming down a bit.
“Yeah, that too,” I puff dramatically. “I got so excited that all my academic knowledge flew out the window.”
“It’s ok, baby,” Adam coos. “You still are the best.”
“Alright,” I sigh deeply, pointing to the despicable image, resembling a ball of hopelessly tangled yarn. “Say it. What is this?”
“It’s a nest,” he proudly states. “Judging by the shape, I think we are dealing with storks.”
“Shut up!” I squeal. We both burst into rapturous laughter.
“What?” Adam doesn’t give up. “I am right. We just found out who brings the babies. Can you imagine? We’ll become a legend.”
“Shut uuup,” I scream and try to slap his ass. He is too fast, so I rush to chase him around the table.
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Chapter 21. Catch-22
“Captain!” Aurora’s voice stops our silly chase around the table. “Sorry to be the one to spoil all the fun, but at last count, we have no more than two hours before the spheres reach a thousand in number. I need permission to open the channels and start charging the beam. Please, indicate the power rate.”
“Are we sure about this, Haru?” Adam puts his hand on my shoulder. “We are talking about a sudden flow of a tremendous amount of energy. There’s no way the aliens wouldn’t detect it. It is going to be so obvious that we are up to something and it’s not friendly at all. Honestly, if I were them, I would consider it a threat. Not so hard to guess that a weapon is being charged.”
“You’re right,” I nod in agreement, wrinkling my nose. It’s a hell of a tricky choice. A catch-22 situation. On one hand, I have the orders from the Military Board. I cannot just decide not to follow them. It is against everything I believe in. I was trained to follow orders, especially the ones arising from a collective decision. Then again, Adam is so damn right. The bastards are just flying around, doing nothing wrong. Unlike me, who is getting ready to direct ten quadrillion watts of energy into a deadly weapon, which can evaporate any object in a blink of an eye. I turn to him and ask, insistently gazing into his thoughtful, brown eyes in a search of an answer that is surely not there, “What shall I do? The real question is would they go away, sensing the danger, or strike back. What do you say?”
“No,” he shakes his head. “No, Haru. You cannot ask me that. I am sorry I’m offering no help, but I have no right to influence a First Rank Commander’s decision. Stating my opinion would be an interference into something I am neither qualified, nor authorized for.”
“Why are you so damn clever?” I grumble. “I am sorry! You’re spot on again. It is my responsibility. These are extraordinary circumstances. No one has ever been under similar ones before. There is no precedent to base on. I’m grasping at straws, because I’m afraid of making the wrong choice.”
“I know, Commander Hinode. I also know that you must believe in yourself, now more than ever,” Adam firmly says, squeezing my arm encouragingly. “There are many random, chaotic phenomena in this universe, but I am absolutely sure this is not one of them. They chose you for a reason. The spheres are here because of you. The Fleet chose you among millions of cadets for a very good reason too. Your superiors believe in you. Admiral Mbabazi has no doubts you are right where you belong. I believe in you with all my heart, and… I love you.”
My eyes widen. People become rashly outspoken under great pressure. They perceive and say things they later realize were not entirely true. He just confessed his love to me and I can focus on no aliens right now. Adam was programmed to comprehend the concept of love, but can an artificially created individual like him really feel it? I have no idea. Affection, sexual attraction and mutual appreciation are one thing, but love is a whole new ballgame. I take it with the utmost seriousness, although I have no experience in the matter. My lips curl up in an amused smile. His heart. As far as I am familiar with android technology, and I am quite knowledgeable, given that my ex-lover is the world’s greatest expert and manufacturer in the field, they have no heart, at least not in the sense of a human organ. This, of course, in no way diminishes Adam’s feelings.
“Baby, do you mean it for real?” I barely whisper. “Don’t say such things if you aren’t one hundred percent sure. I am fully content with the way we are. No need to jump into the deep end before we are fully prepared to face the consequences. There is plenty of time…”
“I am,” he interrupts me impatiently. “Don’t you understand, Haru? I exist because I love you. I had to say it. Contrary to what you think, we might have no time at all. What if these are our last two hours? I love you. One hundred percent. I am as sure as can be. Now, make your choice and stop staring at me as if I am the alien.”
“I love you too,” I quickly blurt, blushing bright crimson. My sudden shyness evokes a ripple of laughter. I frown at my obnoxious, big, hot man, who just turned my world upside down. “What? Why is this so funny?”
“Because I knew it,” Adam grins. “But you would have never said it first.”
“Smartarse,” I mutter, stomping my foot to put an end to this mushy conversation and face the big problem at hand. “Aurora, how long will it take to charge for five petawatts*?”
( *Petawatt - unit of power which is equal to one quadrillion watts. For comparison - domestic oven has an approximate power of 1000 watts; pointer lasers in USA are limited to 0.005 watts ; a 1000 watts CO2 laser can cut steel . The most powerful laser systems existing today are around 1 petawatt. It is estimated that a 10 petawatt quantum laser would be able to vaporize matter, bearing a resemblance to a supernova explosion. A scientific project for building such a system started in 2020.)
“45 minutes,” she promptly answers.
“Alright, hold on until I tell you. Adam, I’m counting on you to help me with this.” We take our previous positions on both sides of the hologram projection, which is still showing the nest-like figure. “Aurora, remove the current model. We have roughly an hour to find out if they are trying to communicate or not. If we don’t discover a comprehensible pattern, I am charging the beam.”
“Let’s roll up our sleeves,” Adam nods with determination. “You said the spheres came in two waves. The first group showed up after our eventful evening in the bath, didn’t they? And the second one was here after the first time we… I mean… today. Aurora, can you color the two groups differently? Let’s say… um… yesterday’s arrivals in yellow and today’s in green. Whoa! Do you see it, Haru? The gaps you noticed. They separate newcomers from those who have been here before.”
“Wait,” I squeal. “Doesn’t ring a bell yet, but… What if it’s not a geometric figure? Maybe, they are using simple algebra. If you want to communicate with someone who is completely different from you, culturally and in every other way, and there is no common language, you’d try a simple message, perhaps a gesture. You would point, nod, cast a glance, show with your fingers and search for something the other party would know and comprehend too. Occam’s razor.* We’ll also keep it simple this time. Give me a mathematical model, girl. It must be the numbers of the spacecrafts in each group. You have positive quantities ’ a’ and ’ b’ . What we need is the easiest equation. How about the decimal ratio between the larger and smaller value?”
(*Occam’s razor - a logical, problem-solving and philosophical principle, stating that the simplest explanation, which does not require many variables and is easy to test, is usually the best one. Overcomplication does not help to get to the truth. It is attributed to William of Ockham, English philosopher and theologian from 14th century.)
“Yes, captain. Piece of cake,” my ship giggles. “I don’t even have to calculate. It’s 1.618033988749894…”
“Enough,” I frown. “It’s a damn long, random, irrational number. I can’t relate it to anything familiar. If we have to start all over again…”
“Oh, my God!” Adam suddenly screams. “I know what it is and I am not joking this time. Come on, Haru! Remember your history lessons. Euclid, Fibonacci, Abu Kamil, Leonardo da Vinci, Johannes Kepler and so many more. They were all fascinated by this ordinary number, which is actually so extraordinary and exceptional.”
I am staring at him in confusion when all the hairs on my body prickle. How did I not see it right away? I wipe the sweat from my forehead with a trembling hand, barely breathing. “It is what I think, isn’t it? Oh, my dearest God! This is too crazy! How would they know? Is this even possible? Aurora, darling, we won’t be needing any weapons. An alien species just said ‘Hello!’”
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