Another Dawn On Planet X

ANOTHER DAWN ON PLANET X

Copyright 2015 Gabbo de la Parra

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgments

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Epilogue

Comment

Glossary

Colviri Translations

Old Colviri Translations

About Gabbo de la Parra

Contact Gabbo de la Parra

Other books by Gabbo de la Parra

Meridian Teaser

Acknowledgments

I dedicate this book to all the readers that enjoyed How I lost it on Planet X and Darkest Before Dawn (The Masked Man Serenade) and asked for extension and resolution. Each one of you encouraged me to give these men the true happy endings they deserved.

Viv S. and Jaye more than betas, you two are critique alphas!

CHAPTER ONE

Don’t always go up because it’s tiring. Don’t always go down because you will get lost. Be fair with your choices of ups and downs because they are the fabric of your destiny.

Colviri Proverb

DARIEN

PRY CITY - PLANET RANDELL

It’s been three hundred and sixty-seven standard days, four hours and twenty-nine minutes since the last time I was in your arms.

"I love you too, ufel."

Imploding purple planets, Kekoa. I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna be able to stand this separation.

Any news from your father?

He keeps invoking council restraints and sending me in spurious errands.

Well, that delivery of provisions to the Megare Colony was anything but spurious. You helped a lot of people in desperate need.

That wasn’t my point. Nothing can be more important than to be by your side again.

Oh, my irked Fire Curls. I’m going to give you something to make the distance more bearable.

Flaming purple byotch.

Didn’t Kekoa know that seeing him naked and stroking had the exact opposite effect of bearable?

Come on, baby. I’m showing you mine, I want to see yours. Kekoa’s glowing cobalt eyes twinkled wickedly.

Doing this is the lamest palliative ever. Nonetheless, Darien started undressing.

Every moment shared is valid. A lazy smile decorated Kekoa’s insanely handsome face.

Miss you, my priest. There went the whiny tone again. Darien was getting bigger and stronger, losing all his juvenile body, yet his puny attitude had resolved to stay. He wasn’t the young, naive boy he had been when his father, a consul of the Cygnus Council, took him away from Kekoa, threatening to invade Colvis, the planet Kekoa and his family had guarded for many generations; a planet that didn’t have anything to do with the Cygnus Federation. Yeah, he was not that boy anymore, but he neither was strong enough to contemplate a life without his mate.

Stop it, Kekoa growled

What? I thought we were going to masturbate in front of the screen for each other.

Not that. The argument you are having with yourself. You need to accept how brave you are. I’m feeling bad enough already, being your only weakness.

You haven’t seen me facing a plate of Volorian liver— it turns my stomach. Darien diverted the conversation. Neither of them needed to wade through murky, still-unknown reasons to figure out the Federation’s obsession with the planet Kekoa guarded.

That’s what I love about you, your funny bone.

After a mental slap, Darien and his cock were ready for an on-screen sex session. What about this bone?

Mm-hmm, such a lovely bone. Soon, my Frizzy Red, very soon. Stroke that bad boy for me.

They copied each other’s movements, a long stroke from the base, squeezing the head on the way up, milking clear liquid. Kekoa gathered some of it (using the middle finger of his free hand) and sucked with the lewdest expression possible.

Shit. Do that again and I’m not gonna last long.

Kekoa chuckled, What if I do this? He scooted down, spreading his legs, and used his wonderful pre-cum to lubricate his tight hole. One thick finger disappeared easily.

Grr, I’m supposed to be the one playing with that hole.

Touch yours, baby. Let my fingers be yours, as mine are yours in this moment.

Oh, Nova, yes. I want you inside me, and I need to be inside you so much it hurts.

There’s one good thing about these encounters.

Darien had problems following Kekoa’s line of thought in the middle of his fingers’ exploration of his burning entrance, neglected for so long. They had toys, but those could never compensate for the touch of your mate. He almost whined. There is nothing good. I’m effing dying away from you. Darien saw Kekoa’s wicked grin; it was slow murder.

The longer we stay separated, the stronger our connection becomes.

Stronger? I don’t have hundreds of years like you. You know what. Stop talking and focus on that hole and cock. I want to see you come.

Yes, my Captain.

Fuck you, Darien hissed, using a word he was still having trouble adding to his vocabulary since it was obsolete in common language.

"Eccesce. I’m glad you reclaimed that word. It’s simply delicious in your voice." Kekoa never closed his eyes as the speed of his maneuvers increased, and his moans and grunts replaced all coherent speech.

Like Pistons from Nova, Darien had three fingers inside him. Close, so close. He nursed his prostate, eyes locked with his mate.

And as if an alarm had gone off inside both of them simultaneously, they came— shouting the other’s name.

Meha’s breastplate, they exhaled together, slowly descending from the blissful cloud of their orgasm, their bodies covered in glistening sweat.

Darien remembered the way his warrior smelled after coming: musky and sultry, the volatile essence of cinnamon and clove caressing not just Darien's nostrils but his entire body.

I need to find a way.

His had been the seventh archeological expedition on behalf of the Federation to Kekoa’s supposedly uninhabited planet. All previous attempts had failed due to unknown reasons. Well, now Darien knew it had been Kekoa driving people out of the birthplace of his ancestors by inconspicuously sneaky methods.

The signal of an incoming call from the Cygnus Federation started flashing on Darien’s screen upper right corner above a sprawled Kekoa. He didn’t feel like answering, but what was the point of avoiding it? Someone is calling, love. I gotta go.

See you in two standard days? Kekoa rolled to lie on his stomach and give Darien a nice view of that round, muscled ass— the son of a whore, torturing Darien unnecessarily.

Sure. No matter where in the Universe I am, it’s a date.

Kekoa chuckled and disappeared from the screen. The annoying flashing of the two-headed swan symbol continued. Darien accepted the call without on-screen visibility. Captain Muselet here.

Hello, sir. Is something wrong with your screen? A thick masculine voice Darien didn’t recognize inquired.

I’m not dressed. How can I help you?

We have orders for you. The council has approved the rescue mission to Nova Gaia. The still faceless voice seemed a little hoarse, the speech of someone blushing. I am sending the assignment authorization and details to your server.

It took them long enough; poor people had been abandoned for five standard years already. It was about time the council did something for them. Darien was presentable now and turned on the screen. The young man looked barely out of Academy and was pretty in an almost girly way, with baby blue eyes, thin eyebrows, perky nose, and plump lips— probably someone’s fourth aide. The fact that he didn’t even mention his name and rank as he addressed Darien spoke of how green and nervous he was (plus the eyes like plates as he saw Darien for the first time). But Darien didn’t hold that against the kid; he wasn’t that much older either. Thanks…?

I am sorry, sir. Third Lieutenant Jay Dekker, sir. I am one of Consul Muselet’s new aides.

Of course he was. For a man who didn’t have a thing for other men, his father always surrounded himself with handsome aides (even those not human) and never females. Perhaps it was to keep Darien’s mother’s jealousy at bay, but who fully knew how his father’s mind worked?

Very well, Lieutenant Dekker. Darien tapped on the icon showing the new information received, and it opened; details scrolled beside the young lieutenant still surprised face. I acknowledge the assignment. Is something the matter? You look flustered.

Um…

You have permission to speak freely. Darien even smiled. Something he was doing a lot less lately.

Well, sir, your brother Admiral Muselet is a legend, and many of us admire him not just as a military hero but as an exceptionally handsome man. Dekker hesitated for a second. But I wasn’t expecting you to be so… He swallowed hard. Formidable.

This wasn’t the first time he heard men blathering about his brother’s good looks or military record, especially when Ben’s voracious libido was hand in hand with everything else. Darien rolled his eyes. Formidable how?

Still uncomfortable, as if wishing he hadn’t opened his mouth in the first place, Dekker offered, Sir, if I am not mistaken you are closer to my age, with Admiral Muselet being at least ten years your senior, yet you are as massive and equally, if not more, striking.

Darien contemplated the man on the screen, crossing his arms. It was true that in the past year he had to change his uniform size at least three times, but he thought it was because he had been focused so much on exercise (to keep his mind on something beyond work to not get crazy missing his mate) that the workouts were paying off. It never crossed his mind that he had become as big as Ben, who was a total beast. Darien certainly wasn’t that big.

I’m flattered, Lieutenant Dekker, and I appreciate your candor. Now, I’m going to advise you to brace yourself because, being around my father, you will see and probably work with a lot of very handsome males, and you should not be reacting this way every time.

The crimson on Dekker’s face deepened. Thank you, sir. It’s just that you look a thousand times better than in your file picture. It’s something about the way your eyes shine. It’s frankly unnatural. And your hair, sir— it is not regulation.

In that moment Darien realized he hadn’t tied his hair, and it was cascading in a thick mass of red curls over his shoulders. He liked his hair brushing his shoulders, it reminded him of Kekoa’s touch, and it was his sole act of defiance against everything his father and this forced situation stood for. He smiled benignly. My hair is long for spiritual reasons. You know, under directive K-76876, like the warriors of Vega 6.

Forgive me, sir, I did not know you shared those beliefs.

I don’t, lieutenant. Mine is a different spirituality. It was just an example. And I’m going to give you another piece of advice, free of charge. Never trust a person who shoves their religious beliefs down your throat for no particular reason. Fanaticism never brings anything good.

I will keep that in mind, sir. Thank you very much.

With a nod, Darien uttered, It was a pleasure to make you acquaintance, Lieutenant Dekker. You’re dismissed.

Sir. Dekker saluted, and his image disappeared, leaving only the