PLANET OF DESIRE II
                              THE SPERM WARS

				Chapter 22
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
				  "Dawn"

     "Sergeant, we need to stop up the holes where the mist is coming from.
See what you can find."
     "Yes, sir!"  A short investigation showed a plethora of small holes at
the base of the ledge, the source of the mist, which indeed speeded up.
Whoever had designed this building must have anticipated such an action by
the Facilitators some time long ago.  Ivan had to admit that he had planned
this building very well.  It was damned near hopeless for anyone caught
here!
     He looked around.  No one dared sleep.  The men were either standing
guard or humping at their comrades, and he knew it would have to stay like
this until daybreak and beyond.  Would the Council opt to get involved?  Or
would Ivan and his men simply be worn down and waited out?
     They had to last until tomorrow night.  Then the raid on the northern
facility would draw attention from them, and would also increase a desire
to negotiate.
     Ivan felt his cock stirring in his pants.  Too much mist coming up.
The holes weren't enough.  He rubbed his crotch.  Soon he would have to
select another lover.
     "P-pa." Pavel said, a voice in the darkness at his side.
     "Yes, son." Ivan looked at Pavel.
     "How long do we wait?"
     "Until morning.  We'll try a break then.  Until then, son, try to get
some rest."
     "I'm too horny to rest, P-pa."
     "I'm getting pretty worked up myself." Ivan admitted.  "Want to share
someone this time, maybe?  Plenty of young men to pick from."
     Pavel's response was to press up against him.  Ivan felt his son's
hand at his crotch, pushing away his own hand to replace it with his own.
"P-pa, I feel safer with you." Pavel admitted.  "And it's been a long
time."
     Only a matter of several days, Ivan corrected silently.  But Pavel was
a product of his world.  Here, fathers and sons were sometimes lovers.
Pavel was used to a large family around him all the time, and now only one
of his fathers was here.  Like Ivan, Pavel knew how scattered his family
was.  Only natural he would cling to the one individual left nearby.
     Ivan found to his surprise that he felt the same way.  Only the two of
them here.  Years of living with a family now blown about by the constantly
changing fortunes of war.  Al must have made it to the pass and was now
somewhere in the jungle of his home valley, bearing the precious cargo of
their unborn son to a place of safety.  Lukas was probably hiding near that
northern facility, perhaps gathering information on the plant which created
the eggs.  David was tending the younger children in Marine, still not
reached by the Connobarans (but would that last?).  Pavel's touch was a
touch of home, a home now lost.
     He reached for his son's tender lips and kissed him.  "Yes, son.
We'll spend the rest of this night together, if you like."
     Pavel reached and fought open the fly of Ivan's jumpsuit.  No
jockstrap this time, Ivan's cock was freed and immediately grasped by his
son.  Ivan groaned with his need, the joy of his son's hand on his cock,
and reached for Pavel's groin only to find it unencumbered by any
clothing. Pavel only had on a tank-top shirt right now!
     They stroked each other and then Pavel dived down to his knees and
sucked on his father's cock.  Ivan groaned, "Oh, my sweet baby!  Such a
good boy!"
     Ivan realized he was fast approaching orgasm.  He bent down to join
his son on the stone flooring, and twisted around so that he and his son
were sucking each other.  Pavel groaned as his father sucked his cock, and
soon Ivan felt his son's cock heating up rapidly.  His own cock felt ready
to explode, but he gritted his mental teeth, held back until his son's
groans told him to release.
     Twin jets of sperm, Ivan pumped his come into his son's mouth at the
same time his son filled his own mouth full.  God, for the unadulterated
horniness of youth!  Pavel filled his mouth completely full, Ivan had to
gulp hard before he spewed it over his son's body.  He swallowed and
swallowed, and still it poured into his mouth, while his own cock was
sucked dry by his son's talented lips.
     Pavel released his cock at last, and Ivan did the same.  "Oh, thank
you, P-pa." he said.
     "You were wonderful, my child." Ivan said.  "You must have been
practicing."
     "Yes, P-pa." Pavel said.  "One of the Marines, Private Jezreel, he and
I spent nearly every night together.  He's a wonderful lover, P-pa.  I'm
glad he got away."
     "He's not here?"
     "No, P-pa."
     "Well, I'll have to meet him." Ivan said, fondling Pavel's cock.  It
was rising up again.  "When this is all over."
     "You'll like him." Pavel stroked Ivan's cock, which was feeling pretty
good, but not yet ready for another bout.  Pavel's own cock was getting
hard as a rock again.
     "You need another blowjob, son?" Ivan asked.
     "Yes, P-pa, if you don't mind.  What about you?"
     "I guess I'm getting old." Ivan chuckled.  "Just lay still and enjoy
it for now."
     "Okay, P-pa." Pavel let Ivan suck on his cock and Ivan enjoyed
listening to his moans of pleasure.  Why did he hesitate so much on this
simple act?  It wasn't like he was forcing Pavel in any way.  Pavel had had
plenty of lovers in between their last time together, as had himself.  And
different world force different customs on their inhabitants.  Take the
water rituals of Zapat, or the dress codes (or lack thereof) of Mist--no,
Mist had fallen to the Slan, hadn't it, years ago?  Did the Slan permit
their human slaves to walk about that world without clothing, which merely
rotted quickly away in the damp, warm atmosphere anyway, like all
non-living material, and wasn't needed in that almost-too-warm climate?  Or
did the rebel forces use the thick fogs to hide their guerilla activities
yet?
     Pavel hunched at his mouth and Ivan turned his full attention to his
son's cock.  He had engaged in introspection at an inappropriate time!  He
slurped on Pavel's pud, and Pavel grunted, moaned, "Oh, P-pa, yes!" and
Ivan was again flooded with adolescent jism from his child.
     Pavel ended his orgasm with almost sobbing sounds, and Ivan kissed his
cock dry.  "Think that'll hold you for a few moments, son?" he asked,
smiling.
     "Yes, P-pa.  Thank you."
     "Thank you, son." Ivan said, and got up.  Time to make the rounds.
     Corrigan was at the nearest corner.  "Anything happening here?" he
asked.
     "No, sir.  Uh, sir?"
     "Yes, Corrigan?"
     "Your own son, sir?"
     Ivan smiled.  "On this planet, yes.  Does it bother you?"
     "Well." Corrigan said.  "My brother and I got together plenty of
times, right through to the day I went to the Marine Corps.  Sucked and
fucked each other silly every time we got together.  I used to go to his
dorm room on weekends my senior year of high school.  So, no, I don't guess
it does bother me, long as no one's being forced."
     "On this planet, forcing sex is usually not a problem." Ivan said.
     "Only with the Connobarans." Corrigan said.
     Ivan grimaced.  "One reason I want to speak with the Council.  Let's
end this war before we all end up as slaves or rapists."
     "A bit too late for the rapist part." Corrigan admitted.  "I learned
in the Slan War that you do what you have to in a war.  Just try to not
carry it with you into peacetime."
     "A healthy attitude." Ivan said.  "But a better one is to avoid the
need for war.  This is a planet with few men on it.  Why are we fighting
each other?"
     "We are fighting for freedom, they are fighting for the chance to have
children." Corrigan aptly pointed out.  "Good reasons on both sides."
     "One reason I have high hopes we can negotiate a good peace." Ivan
said.  "I just wish it were someone besides me."
     Corrigan smiled.  "I'm glad it's you in charge.  You don't want this
war one bit.  Makes me feel better than if you were foaming at the mouth in
rage."
     "Thanks, Corrigan, for reminding me.  Let's hold out until daybreak
and hope that it brings in the Council."
     Ivan continued making the rounds.  The night was long and held no
sleep for Ivan, but it ended eventually.
     Dawn finally came.  And with it, Ivan saw that more Connobarans had
moved up during the night.
     "Well!" he shouted out finally.  "Where is the Council?"
     "Meeting in their Council Chambers, of course." came the answer.  "Our
orders are to capture you and bring you in.  Thanks for waiting through the
night.  We can finish you off, now.  Didn't have enough men to do so,
before."
     "Are you all mad?" Ivan shouted back.  "Didn't you see what our
weapons did to this ledge?  Do you know what happens if the same weapons
are turned onto human flesh?  I've seen it.  Bodies fall apart like broken
toys.  I remember poor Private Andrew Jackson, standing near me, smiling at
me, and a beam went through him and he was dead in an instant.  I had his
blood splatter all over me.  Do you want to experience that for yourselves?
We've held back throughout this war, time and again, avoiding that.
Haven't you heard yet from the attack on the Temple?"
     "Nothing yet." admitted the voice.  "But in any event, I have my
orders.  Fire!"
     The snakes were flying through the air.  That was why they had waited,
Ivan guessed, for reinforcements and a supply of the snakes.
     Constalasers cut at the flying horde.  Wielded by eleven talented
soldiers, most fell dead or into dust.  But a few landed at their feet.
     "Keep firing." Ivan ordered his men.  "The rest of you, fight off
those snakes from the men firing, even if you have to take one yourself!"
     Six snakes had landed, four were dispatched, two found their targets,
one Marine (not the Delta Squad's) and one on poor Kyle, still weak and
ill.
     More snakes flew through the air.  Ivan looked at the sky.  Something
else was mixed in with the snakes.  Or was it?
     No!  Yes!  YES!
     "Watch your fire, men!" Ivan ordered.  "Help is on the way!"
     And it was.  Even though the snakes landed on the roof with a heavy
splatter, and soon the men were all fighting off the snakes, it was of no
real importance.  For human-shaped figures were also landing among them,
reached for them, lifted them into their arms and rose into the air with
brightly beating wings.
     The Angels had joined the war on their side.  Ivan and his men were
rescued.  Ivan rose into the air in the arms of his old friend Angen, a
snake holding fast to his cock and milking him hard.  Ivan sighed and
enjoyed it as the tail found its way back into his anus and probed.  Let
the damned snake have him!  He was horny anyway.  And they were safe!
     They were dropped on the side of the mountain, on a precipitous ledge.
"Rest, my turtles, and let the snakes finish with you and fall to their
deaths." Angen said.  "Then we will return you to your valley."
     Ivan groaned, panted with lust as the snake took him to the brink.
"Almost right." He managed to gasp out.
     "What do you mean?" Angen said.
     "Oh, oh!" Ivan reached for Angen's cock, and Angen permitted it, let
Ivan scoop his cock into his mouth, that long, agile, non-human cock shaped
like an asparagus stalk, and let him suck.  Angen closed his eyes and
groaned and Ivan clamped tight when the snake milked him into a fiery
orgasm.  Angen bucked at Ivan's face at the same moment and as Ivan's own
passion drained out of him, Angen's come, the flavor of copper, the taste
of a new coin, filled Ivan's mouth.  Ivan waited, but this snake was
content with a single load, let go and Ivan watched it crawl to the ledge
and blindly crawl over.  No doubt that snake died as it fell.
     Ivan caught his breath, free of the mist now on this side of the
mountain.
     "Now what, my turtle friend?"
     "I'm glad you're with us."
     "We are ready to help as we can, though my people are not fighters.
When they took our turtles, they angered my people." Angen agreed.  "But I
must warn you that the Connobarans have allied with the Slan, who have an
operational ship of their own.  And the Connobarans have begun this morning
an attack against your village on that little island."
     "Marine." Ivan grimaced.  "That's bad.  Take my men back to our own
valley, to the Temple of Children.  The Tree must be defended.  And take me
back to Connobar.  I intend to speak with the Council whether they like it
or not."
     "As you wish, my turtle friend.  Though I don't envy you."
     Ivan smiled.  "We have all their Facilitators at the moment.  And
tonight, a raid on their egg crop.  I think by tomorrow at the latest,
they'll be ready to listen to reason."
     He hoped!

			     END OF CHAPTER 22