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Doctor Douglas Ray was not looking forward to spending the night alone at his cabin, but the prospect of staying at the colony was even worse. Since he had hooked up with Captain, make that *Major* Michael Falcon, every man who had ever shaken his butt at Doug seemed to have taken offense. If the good doctor had never settled with one of them, why was he hanging on Michael, also known as the British Beefsteak.
Doug was not in the mood. Michael had been away three days seeing to the transport of some extremely valuable artifacts, leaving Doug's arms and bed empty. It made Ray snarly.
He trudged up the steps and spotted Michael coming around the corner of the wraparound porch. Re-energized with the thought of nailing his man to the bed and having his wicked way with him, Doug dashed up the steps and right into the larger man's arms. "Lover!" He grabbed two handfuls of his lover's asscheeks and caressed them.
It was amazing how solid the man kept them. If Mike's asscheeks were on the periodical table, they would have come in just ahead of lead. But barely.
Michael held him awkwardly. "You must be Doctor Douglas Ray," he said.
"Oh, we're playing games. No problem." He grinned at the taller man before smoothing his lover's hair down with his fingers. "Yes, I'm Doctor Doug, and you're my latest creation--the perfect man," he purred.
Mike blushed furiously. "I... I'm actually a farmer," he stammered.
"Farmer? That's not very sexy," Doug complained.
"Don't I know it," Mike agreed.
"But if that's what you want to play, it's fine with me," Doug continued quickly. "But how about you play the sexy farmer's son instead, and we can go for a roll in the hay?" Doug wiggled his brows.
Mike's blush actually deepened.
Just then a goddess with nearly waist- long blonde tresses, steel blue eyes, cupid's bow lips, high cheekbones, and dressed in a diaphanous peach-colored dress and open-toed peach sandals, came around the corner. "Honey, who are you talking to?" she asked.
"Who is this?" Doug asked in a tone any sane person would recognize as *extremely* dangerous--as in I'M THE ONLY BLONDE YOU BETTER BE HOLDING, BUDDY.
"Sarah, this is Douglas. Douglas, this is my sister, Sarah."
Sarah smiled at him. "It's so good to meet you at last, Doug. Michael's letters hardly do you justice."
Doug was glad he hadn't embarrassed himself by clawing out his perceived rival's entrails. It would make family gatherings so awkward.
Ray extracted himself from around Michael and moved to kiss Sarah's cheek. "It's so wonderful to finally meet you, Sarah. I can't believe you came all this way by yourself. What was your family thinking?"
Sarah arched an eyebrow. "I came with Mitchell," she said pointed at Michael.
Doug had a sudden sinking feeling because his lover had a twin. An identical twin. He had just hopped all over this man and squeezed his butt. "Michael?"
"Mitchell," the larger man corrected. "Mike did tell you we were *identical* twins, didn't he?"
"Well, yeah. But I wasn't expecting you to be *so* identical. You even sound alike," Doug waved his hands. "It's not fair."
"I tried to explain, but you talked so fast--" Mitchell was blushing again. It was endearing.
If he lingered on it, it would drive Doug crazy. Life was too short. Doug decided to play host and hopefully the butt squeeze would be forgotten and forgiven. "Come on inside. The place is small but very comfortable." Doug opened the door. The security system was new. Normally, Doug never even locked the doors. If people were this far from the colony and needed to get inside out of the weather, he didn't want them to have to break a window or pick a lock.
But since they'd begun exploring the alien Macou City site on Russet VI, he'd been bringing artifacts back to work with them, therefore security had to be upgraded. No more unlocked doors and no more unauthorized personnel in the cabin. But that didn't include Michael's family.
"It's lovely," Sarah declared as she sprawled on the couch. "Mike sent us about twenty pictures of the place." She peeked under the couch and chairs.
Doug smiled. While Mike had been taking pictures, Madeline Brackett's cat conspired to be in as many photos as possible. The animal was unnaturally vain. Doug was the only person Brackett trusted with her cat. She planned meetings and vacations so that Doug was free to attend her pet.
"If you're looking for the cat, Pajamas belongs to one of my best friends. He was only visiting while Madeline was at a conference."
Mitchell was checking the soil in their window herb garden--rubbing it between his fingers and sniffing the dark, rich contents. "Did you have to add a lot of amendments to this?" he asked.
"Oh no, that's just scooped up from the ground. The soil is incredible fertile here. We get a three crop growing season at the colony." Since the Macou City site had been opened, the colony could no longer depend on gathered food feeding the masses. On any day, the colony might have an extra 1000 people to feed and house. So a true garden system had been started with vegetables, fruits, nuts, and herbs being planted. Many of the colonists workers got a big kick out of "farming".
"Winter makes up for that though. It snows every year." Doug moved to the shutters which covered the kitchen sink windows. He opened them to show the mountains just east of the river bend. The tri-peaks were covered with snow. "Last winter, the snow covered the mountains completely."
"Three growing seasons," Mitchell said jealously. "What do you raise around here?"
"Nothing," Doug admitted. "All the tilled land is to the west of here. I do catch fish though."
Mitchell looked offended. "You own this much land, but you don't farm it?"
"I can't. You're the only *real* farmer within 19 light years. Unless I want to use robotic farmhands, I'm out of luck," Doug explained. "Why don't you bring in your luggage while I start some dinner."
"Can I help?" Sarah offered. "I'm a great cook."
"No, there's not much maneuvering room in here. I designed it for one. But have a look around, take a nap, or just relax. I know it was a very long trip." Doug went back to collecting his ingredients and planning his menu.
Sarah looked around for bit, found herself a book and went out onto the back porch. "Oooo, a hammock!" She flopped over into it and settled in with her book.
Doug smiled. Next to the sleeping platform on the front of the cabin, the hammock was his favorite place.
He heard the heavy steps of Mitchell and didn't bother to look up. He was grabbed, pinned to the wall and kissed. While he had molested Mitchell's buttocks in all innocence, this was a grope only a mate should be allowed.
Doug pushed the larger man away. "Mitchell, are you out of your mind? I felt your butt thinking you were Michael, but you know I'm not someone else."
Mitchell scowled. "Angel, what were you doing feeling my brother's bum?"
"Michael?" he asked. This was *too* confusing. If this was Michael, he and Mitchell were both dressed in dark gray jumpsuits and black shoes. How weird was that?
The larger man split Doug's legs roughly apart, pushed him hard into the wall, and kissed him as only Michael could. Ray dissolved into the kiss. The two men practically melted into each other, becoming one as they shared each other's heat and passion.
Oh yeah, this was Michael.
Mitchell cleared his throat. Twice. "Mike, for heaven's sake, let the man breathe," he said gruffly.
Michael pulled back. He gripped Doug's hands, then firmly placed them on his own bottom. "Get a good squeeze so you can erase the tactile memory of fondling the wrong ass."
Doug got in some serious squeezing until his pot threatened to boil over. Reluctantly, he released his man and attended the food. "I didn't expect you back until tomorrow."
Mike kiss the back of Doug's neck. "I received Sarah's message, so I left my number 2 in charge and hurried home." He scowled at his twin. "I see I got here just in time."
Mitchell raised his hands in surrender. "Now, Mike, it was all an unfortunate misunderstanding. Besides, you know I like mine much bigger." Mitchell grinned at his twin. The two big men circled each other for a second, then fell into each other's arms.
"It's so good to see you," Michael said enthusiastically.
"Bring me something to drink when you come out to kiss me," Sarah called.
Mike gave his twin another hug, then got something for his sister to drink. Doug looked out and saw the siblings kissing and hugging like they hadn't seen each other in years. Which they hadn't.
"You're blonde again!" Mike shouted.
"As soon as I moved back to our homeworld, the red faded away and the blonde returned." Sarah fluffed her tresses. "I'd missed the color."
"Not as much as I missed my dear, old, damn near decrepit, old, old, really old sister," Michael declared innocently. "Stay away from her, Doug," the major called. "She's so old."
"Eh, Sonny? Afraid I'll steal your sinfully young man?" Sarah responded before beginning to laugh. Michael joined her. It was a joyous noise.
"You're good for him," Mitchell declared. "Besides the butt thing," he amended. "I haven't seen him this relaxed since he got his first commission."
"Am I ever going to live this butt thing down?" Doug asked hopefully.
"Not as long as I'm breathing," Mitchell answered with a cocksure grin. "I'm going to use it to keep my co-spouses in line for years to come. If they know I've got a cutie like you in the wings, they'll watch their step."
Doug was not convinced. He knew what passion beat beneath his lover's cool British exterior. "Or they could just that cut my throat in my sleep," he postulated.
Mitchell shrugged. "That's also a possibility."
Doug swatted the other man with a dishtowel until Mitchell decided to get out of Doug's range. Ray turned back to his tasks and succeeded in getting a full meal onto the table.
During dinner, Doug was treated to various family stories. As an only child of only children, he was finding it a little hard to keep up with all the family members. But he starting mentally charting them and eventually everyone, children, spouses, parents, and grandchildren, fell into place.
He knew that people on colony worlds married young, but Sarah had to have been a child when she first had children to be a grandmother. He knew she was the oldest of the Falcon brood, but she looked much younger than he'd expected.
Near the end of the evening, pictures were broken out and Doug got to put faces to names. Yes, Sarah had been a mere slip of girl when she married.
Sarah and Mitchell shared the large bed in the guestroom, which was on the opposite side of the cabin from the master bedroom. That made Doug a great deal less self-conscious when his man got down to skin.
Doug nipped the larger man's stomach, then softly laved the spot. "I've missed you, lover."
"That's good to know," Mike said as he rolled the smaller man onto his back. "Being away from you was *torture*, Angel Eyes." Falcon began nipping Doug's shoulder. "Such torture."
Doug barely got the chance to emit the frightened yelp of a blushing virgin before Michael fell on him like a maddened... lust-crazed military man who hadn't had any nookie in three *long* days. Doug prayed his heart would hold up.
Michael groaned deeply as he pressed his lubed cock into Doug. He pressed their mouths together and kept them that way as he rocked his way inside his smaller lover. Doug was gasping for oxygen and frantically pushing upward to meet his lover's thrusts when their mouths finally parted.
"Say my name," Falcon demanded.
"Michael," Doug whimpered as he worked to keep pace with his nearly frantic lover.
"Louder, Angel, louder," Falcon insisted as the sweat dripped from his body onto the smaller man.
"Michael," Doug called.
"I want them to hear you call my name. Don't hold back. Scream it! Scream it! Scream it!" Michael punctuated each demand with a deep, body-filling thrust.
"MICHAEL!!!" Doug shrieked as his orgasm exploded within his body.
"That's it!" Michael shouted as he sent his cum deep into Doug. He covered his lover's face with soft, feathery kisses as he regained control of himself. "Love you."
Ray was panting so hard he feared he would hyperventilate. Never once had Michael been so demanding and possessive. Doug loved it. "I would have invited Mitchell here long ago if I knew you'd get this stirred up and territorial."
"Mitchell?" Michael snorted. "You only grabbed him because he looks like me." He paused dangerously. "Now Sarah is a completely different story."
Doug smiled sweetly. "Darling, you have to admit she's quite lovely and would fit perfectly under my chin." Ray batted his lashes innocently. He knew the full moon would make his eyes glow and add to the desired effect.
Instead of smiling back, Michael growled. He flipped Doug onto his stomach and pushed back inside his lover's tight ass. "Mine, mine, mine," Falcon chanted as he claimed Doug's body, mind, soul. "Say it!"
"Yours," Doug agreed as he rode out the tsunami of his lover's jealous passion. Falcon humped him alpha-male style until he collapsed not from completion, but exhaustion. The larger man drew in a bit of the soft flesh of Doug's throat and sucked it until both of them knew Doug had been marked. Ray's fair skin marked easily and dramatically.
Only when he was satisfied with his work did Falcon gently withdraw from Doug. Michael had never really held Doug down before. It was thrilling with just a tiny touch of danger. Doug had never even had a hint of what his lover's jealous-mode would be like. It was a surprise to them both.
"You do know I was just teasing?" Doug asked, breaking the silence.
Michael pulled Doug into his arms and held the smaller man tightly. "Yeah, I know. I just wanted to make sure you remembered that you were teasing. My sister is a beautiful woman."
Doug didn't like Michael feeling even slightly unsure of *them*. "But, Lover, she is lovely, but she's not you. You're the only Falcon I'm in love with." Ray kissed the taller man's pouting lips. "Okay?"
"Okay," he agreed. Michael kissed Doug soundly.
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Doug was happily showing Sarah and Mitchell around the colony. It would have been great to show them the Macou city, but he'd have to go through mounds of red tape to get them visitors' passes.
"And now we come to the greenhouses. When the colony first started, we grew Earth plants in here. But now that some of our food storage research has advanced, the colony gathers and raises it's own produce. There has been a great deal of research going into the native fauna. We estimate that given enough population, the colony could be exporting a wide variety of produce within five years."
Mitchell whistled appreciatively before moving over to grill one of the technicians. This wasn't Doug's area, so he was very glad to have someone on hand to answer's Mitchell's highly technical questions.
Doug feared he was going to have to whap his lover's twin over the head to get him away from the greenhouse, but finally the big man was ready to leave. Then he nearly lost Sarah in the linguistics lab where Macou literature was being deciphered. Sarah's study of languages soon had her theorizing with the team. Only after he'd promised to give her full access for the rest of her visit did he get Sarah moving again.
They dined in the gathering room where poor Sarah and Mitchell nearly starved as they were forced to fend off countless seduction attempts while their food grew cold. Doug grabbed some artist chalk and made a circle around their table. He then spelled out ZONE OF DEATH all around the circle.
This worked for a while until some of the more artistic diners decided to add to Doug's simple design. By the time Mitchell and Sarah had finished their meal, ZONE OF DEATH had evolved into a mythological motif complete with fire- breathing dragons, armor wearing knights (male and female), and a pack of man- sized, frost-breathing wolves who were all suspiciously blonde and blue-eyed.
Sarah and Mitchell laughed themselves silly as they stepped over the guardian wolf pack, who on closer inspection were not only blond and blue-eyed, but were all sporting silver anklets just like Doug's. These people didn't have enough work to do. Ray was going to do something about that.
"I thought it was funny," Mitchell said.
Doug grumbled things about the artists' ancestors which shouldn't be repeated in polite company.
"They were just teasing, Doug," Sarah offered.
Doug increased his circle of insults to include everyone who had ever had sex with the artists.
Sarah looked at her brother. "His mastery of the language is impressive."
"It's his use of simile that impresses me. Not to mention his ability to give such visuals with his words."
Doug decided against increasing his circle of insults to include those who were sympathetic to the artists and flew them toward the cabin on his hopper.
"Are you two up to some fishing this afternoon? I'd love to open up the outdoor grill and let you taste some of our local sport fish."
"Sounds wonderful," Sarah agreed.
After reaching the cabin, Doug attended to some correspondence with the Macou site before heading out in his small boat with his guests.
Sarah kept them entertained with various stories. Part of her job was setting up remote learning centers to tie in to the university system on their home world. On those long trips, Sarah began to write stories to keep herself occupied. Doug was impressed that not only could she write stories, but she could remember them word-for-word months later. It blew his mind. The only thing he wrote that were even vaguely creative were inventory requests.
Sarah was just getting to the juicy part where Eddie was being kissed stupid by the man he didn't know was interested in him, when three power boats rolled up on them.
Three men jumped into their tiny boat tipping it over and sending Doug into the water. Ray swam to the surface and barely missed having one of the boarders land on his head when Sarah brought her elbow up under his chin then flipped him over her shoulder. Apparently being a professor required a lot more hands on than Doug had thought.
One of the men still in a power boat shot Sarah with some kind of stunner. She fell into the water. Mitchell, who was also fighting off the boarders, was shot, but not allowed to fall into the water.
Doug swam to Sarah's side and kept her head above water. He checked her pulse and found it strong and steady.
"Doctor Ray, the ransom for Major Falcon is the Macou Sphere of Knowledge," the man holding Mitchell declared. "Quite a good trade for such a handsome man." He moved Mitchell onto one the power boats and they took off.
Doug made his way to his boat and pushed Sarah onto it. The man she'd thrown into the water floated by. He wasn't dead, just unconscious. Doug struggled to get the much larger man onto the boat, then pulled himself aboard.
Ray activated his alarm, then tied the strange man up with fishing line. It was all he had. Sarah was just coming around as military and colony personnel converged on their location. "I'm so sorry, Sarah, they took Mitchell because they think he's Michael.
Sarah gripped her head in pain after sitting up. "We get him back, and we make them pay," she hissed.
"Exactly," Doug agreed.
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Carlo checked on their unconscious guest. Falcon may have been poster-boy pretty, but he was also a military officer. The only way to keep him harmless was to keep him unconscious. "How is he?" Carlo asked their medic Tony.
"His vitals are strong and steady. He should be fine once we stop giving him the drug," Tony answered.
Carlo gazed at Falcon's relaxed features. "Beautiful as sin. It would be a shame to have to kill him."
Tony looked up from the medical equipment he was monitoring. "You said Doctor Ray would pay anything to get him back."
Carlo nodded. "He will. The British may balk, but the good doctor would move Heaven and Earth for this man."
The compound's speaker system crackled to life. "Sir, a small ship is approaching the rendevous coordinates. Energy readings are going off the scale, Sir. It most be the Sphere of Knowledge."
Carlo's heart fluttered with excitement. Of the three sites he'd managed to survey, not one Macou site had retained it's central computer core, known as the Sphere of Knowledge. This single artifact was capable of running an entire city. It was one of the few things that could honestly be called priceless.
But a price had been set for the device if Carlo could deliver it. One trillion credits--an insane amount of money. But it would be enough for Carlo to pay off his people and disappear into the core as a man so wealthy no one could touch him.
Carlo would have his dream and the Nahru Syndicate would have the Sphere.
While others had tried straight-forward theft, Carlo had studied the people around the Sphere and exploited their weakness. Only one man could remove the Sphere, Douglas Ray, and there was only one person he would trade it for--Major Michael Falcon.
They had successfully taken Falcon, and his heart-stricken lover was now here with the device. Simple. Simple. Simple. Carlo might even let the men live... No he wouldn't. As sweet as they were, Falcon and Ray were simply loose ends.
Doctor Ray brought his ship in for a smooth landing. "Bring him out so I can see him, or I'm not getting out of my ship," the doctor broadcast.
"Cute and spunky," Carlo mused. He turned to Tony. "Wake him up and bring him along. Remember, we're all civilized here."
Tony injected Falcon with something and the major began to stir. Carlo signaled two of henchmen to help carry the semi- conscious man to the landing area.
"You're very prompt, Doctor Ray," Carlo said admiringly, "I like that." He pointed to Mitchell. "As you can see, I'm returning your property in good shape."
Doug stepped out of his ship with a clear cube containing a rapidly twining ball of pulsating light. "I'll be the judge of that," he said firmly. He balanced the cube in one hand while the other one scanned the major. Soft blue light emanated from the device and enveloped Falcon. Satisfied, Douglas placed the device on his belt and moved the cube forward again. The colors flashing off the rotating center sent rainbows down Ray's sun-bronzed skin.
Carlo had to look away as the display was nearly blinding him. "Can you do anything about that?" he asked as pain began whipping through his head.
"Hell no! You're the one who wanted the damn thing." Ray held the cube up over his head. "You wanted something you know nothing about and have no way of controlling. Well, here it is! I want you to feel the power of the ancients and know true fear."
Carlo screamed as pain drove him to his knees. Tony and his two helpers fell to the ground with Falcon landing on them. Carlo tried to get to his knees, but his body simply didn't have the strength to complete the task.
His mind was being torn into tiny bloody pieces as he felt every secret and desire being forced to the surface of his mind then being pulled from him and into the cube. Carlo felt exposed as the truth of the uselessness of his existence was forced down his throat. "God, make it stop," he begged.
Blood began to pour from his nose, ears, mouth and eyes as Ray moved closer with the cursed Sphere. The doctor bent down over Carlo. "Be careful what you ask for," he whispered.
Carlo felt the landing platform vibrate as large, heavy fighters began landing on it. He was sure that above the atmosphere, military ships, both American and British, were popping into real space. His people were sitting ducks. Actually, they were crying, bleeding ducks if they were in the same kind of shape as Carlo.
Whatever was coming from that cube, it was not affecting Ray nor was it affecting Falcon. That blue light must have protected him.
Carlo managed to move his hand toward his sidearm, but Ray put his foot down on Carlo's wrist and damn near broke it. But that pain was nothing compare to what the cube was doing to him. Blessed unconsciousness didn't come nearly soon enough.
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Mitchell sipped from his glass of beer-- rich, dark, and with enough kick to fell tall trees. It was proper lager, not the pale, tepid, and cold brew the Americans normally favored. His twin had trained his lover well.
Speak of the devil, Douglas sat down beside him and gently stroked his head. "Can I get you anything else, Mitchell?"
Mitchell smiled. As much as he was enjoying this pampering, he really didn't want Doug feeling guilty over the whole kidnapping thing. The mess could hardly be laid at Doug's door. "I'm fine, Douglas. Really. If you keep treating me like this, I won't leave and Michael will be forced to kill me." He grinned.
Doug leaned over and kissed Mitchell's forehead. "You're always welcome, Mitch."
Mitchell smiled. "Thanks. Maybe we can get some of this land tilled. Braddock IV had some terrible solar storms earlier this month, and their people are looking at years of famine. You've got all this land." Mitchell stopped. The love of the land and the joy of producing food is not something you can infect another person with. You have to be born with it.
"You get the people, and I'll provide the land for a share of the profits," Doug promised. "We'll be partners. Full partners."
Mitchell sat up. "You mean it?"
Doug smiled--a million watt version if Mitchell had ever seen one. "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't."
Mitchell couldn't believe his luck. Most of their land was still co-owned by the bank, here Doug owned the land as far as Mitchell could see, including water rights, free and clear. It was a hell of an opportunity. Mitchell hugged the smaller man, then bounced to his feet. "I've got so much to arrange."
Michael had watched this exchange on the sleeping platform from just inside the front door. "You didn't have to do that, Doug," he said as he came outside to where his lover was sitting.
"I know," Doug answered as he moved over and made room for the larger man. "This colony was started on this planet because of the abundance of energy sources and the fertility of the soil. The colony has been here for over forty years, Mike, and we still don't have a self-supporting population. We need people like your brother and his family to turn this from an experiment into a home." He put his arms around Michael's neck.
"Doug, you do know that if you go into partnership with my family, my parents will insist on a wedding," Michael warned his lover. "They're very old fashioned that way."
Doug smiled and snuggled into the larger man's arms. "Sounds like a plan to me."
Michael fell back onto the sleeping platform and settled Doug onto his chest. "Douglas Ray, I'm the luckiest man alive," he whispered before kissing the smaller man's temple.
"What a coincidence," Doug remarked, "so am I."
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