Date: Sun, 7 Feb 1999 18:33:19 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Sheik of Desire, Chapter 2

                    Sheik of Desire, Chapter 2
                        "The Turtle Bower"
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

     Pavel followed inside on Jezreel's arm.  He knew he was making a prize
fool of himself.  His father had warned him that first loves are the ones
that stick with you forever, and you never entirely get over them.  After
that, you never love so hard again.  Relish the memories and wait for the
true love of your life to come by, that had been the advice Dad had given
him.
     But what if you do feel the first love IS the true love?  Okay, he'd
been a dope to pressure Jezreel, who had only been on the planet a short
time before meeting him.  Jezreel had had the mist to get used to, whereas
he had known of its effects all his life.  Was it wrong of Jezreel to take
him, blinded by the mist and in need of love and sex amid all the
strangeness of this, his home-world, and then to break away, to feel the
need to go and find himself in this new land before settling down on a farm
the rest of his life with someone he had only known a short time?
     But Jezreel was here, now.  Jezreel, with his skin the golden brown of
clouds at sunset, his eyebrows the twin curves of ebony scimitars, his eyes
black as the night between stars, his cheeks with their delicate downward
curve to the small mound at his chin, darkened and deepened by beard shadow
which even shaving never entirely removed, his nose long but with wide
nostrils that depended from its perfectly horizontal-ovoid tip.  Pavel knew
every line, every curve of this man, the body now covered by his clothes,
but which was decorated with intricate curving lines of hair that circled
his dusky nipples, emphasized his abs with black trimming, the taste of
that skin was sweet yet rich and ample to the tongue.  Pavel's tongue
darted out unbidden as he looked at Jezreel to lap at the air in memory of
that taste.  But Jezreel only smiled genially at Pavel's slight blush.
     He had come to see Dad, but he was here with Pavel when he could have
left right away.  And he wasn't fighting Pavel being with him, going with
him, even thought it was good for Pavel to go with him to see these western
neighbors.  Jezreel wanted a "chance to be together and to talk."  Pavel
took this scrap of comfort and clung to it tightly.  Maybe Jezreel had
found himself.  Maybe it could happen again.
     He knew he was making a fool of himself.  And he just didn't care!
     Ivan and David fixed the breakfast.  Pavel was supposed to help them
this morning, but he hadn't had to ask to be let out of this chore.  He
wished Jezreel would go with him some place to be alone, but Jezreel guided
them to one of the couches and sat down, and Pavel sat beside him.
     The Connobaran man ensconced himself in the main armchair, which was
Daddy Al's special pride and sat rigidly, a proud member of Connobar's
army, looking especially fine in the gray uniform.  Al came in with Osgood
and frowned at the sight of the Connobaran officer in his chair, but let it
go.
     "Howdy, everyone." Al said.  "Is that Jezreel with you, Pavel?"
     Pavel nodded, feeling the silly grin on his face, but unable to get
rid of it.
     "Pleased to see you again." Al said.  "And who maht you be, suh?"
Al's Southern accent was slipping out with a retreat into gentility; a sure
sign Al didn't appreciate this one guest.
     Jezreel stepped in with an introduction.  "This is Commander Sachsen
of the Connobaran Army."
     Commander Sachsen stood up and took Al's hand.  Al shook it vigorously
and in the process, guided the Connobaran officer around until he was away
from Al's chair.  When Al finished the handshake, he sat down quickly in
his favored chair, and the officer was thus left without a seat.
     Pavel barely suppressed the burst of laughter that nearly escaped,
ended up with a rude snorting sound.  The Commander was nonplused, then
went over to sit on Pavel's other side on the couch.  "I had to come here."
he said.  "Private Jethro was one of my finest soldiers.  When we found the
cure, I thought immediately of him."
     "Well, it'll be a bit of a shame to lose him, though of course we're
all happy he'll be well again." Al said.  "He made a fine farmhand here,
though I personally won't miss the side-effects of his illness."
     Pavel did laugh at that.  Al had been Jethro's victim just a few days
before.  They'd been working in the fields, Al bent over pulling at a tough
weed, and Jethro must have been inspired when the wind blew Al's loincloth
aside for a moment and was upon him.  Jethro had been taught to use the
lube at least, so Al's ravishment was more of a shock than anything else.
The yelp Al had let out when Jethro's cock found his hairy tuckerhole and
plowed its way in had startled everyone for a long ways around.  Pavel had
watched as the big, blond-haired stud had humped at Al's butt, Al trying to
pull away but trapped in Jethro's heavy embrace.  Jethro was holding Al
tightly to him while his thighs slapped Al's buttocks heartily, Al flailing
about.  Al had screamed for help, but everyone had been laughing too hard
to be of much help until it was too late.  Jethro was pumping his wad into
Al's offended butt before Pavel could make it over to him.  Al cursed a
blue streak for a half hour afterwards, alternating this with rubs at his
buttocks and giving Jethro dark looks ever afterwards.
     The discomfort of that moment was as plain as the flush that now
covered Al's cheeks.  "But you're welcome to him.  How long will he sleep?"
     "I don't know." Commander Sachsen admitted.  "But he ought to wake up
in a few hours."
     "He'll be horny, then." Al said.  "Pavel, you're going to take care of
him?"
     "I'll be with him." Commander Sachsen stated.  "He's one of my men and
we take care of our own."
     "You'll be welcome to him." Al repeated.  "Going to muss that pretty
uniform of yours, though."  Al was commenting on the Connobaran uniform,
styled after the vision of an old Earth scene given them by the odd creator
of this planet, the vision which had featured Nazi soldiers.  They were
utterly guiltless of admiring the Nazis in any other way than the style of
the uniform, for that one vision had been of an early Nazi propaganda film,
showing the soldiers as honorable, genial, handsome heroes.  The vision had
not even shown a combat scene, much less the horrors of the Nazi credo.
     "Breakfast is ready." David announced.  They often had guests in their
house, and had invested some time ago in a large table with enough chairs
to accommodate their household; there was room for everyone at the table.
Pavel reluctantly released Jezreel's warm body to eat.  Midway through the
meal, Jezreel's thigh reached over to rub at Pavel's under the table, and
Pavel looked into those deep orbs and knew that after this breakfast was
over, there would be time for love.
     "What about you, Pavel?" Ivan asked.
     "Huh?  I mean, what is it?" Pavel said, tearing his eyes away from
Jezreel's smile.
     "You want to go with them." Ivan said.  "You realize that you'll have
to travel with the angels.  I thought you didn't care for such things."
     "Whatever it takes." Pavel said, his eyes moving of their own accord
back to Jezreel.  "I'm going."
     "Clinging to an angel while he fucks you through the air?" Al taunted
him.
     "Don't criticize it until you've experienced it." Ivan said.  "The
feel of those arms holding you entirely, the way that long, slender cock
slides inside you."  Ivan's eyes were misting dreamily with his memories.
That and the mist, which WAS extra heavy this morning, and the essence of
the mist which entered their food and drink, and was consumed; most meals
ended with sex.
     "It's a joy in this life I'll pass on." Al said.  "I'm still sore from
Jethro's surprise butt-banging of four days ago."
     "How long does it take for your ass to heal?" David teased.  "I'm not
forgetting what I saw dripping from your loincloth after Jethro was through
with you.  The front part of it, that is."
     "I saw it, too." Ivan said.
     "Forget it, Dad." Osgood said.  "You got fucked that day and you liked
it.  You grunted pretty happily this morning while I was plugging you, too.
So you aren't fooling anybody here."
     "Hmph!" Al grunted and concentrated on his meal.  "Trouble with a big
family is you got no privacy."
     "Getting back to business." Commander Sachsen said.  "The Angels have
thought of this.  The two who brought us here are now fetching what they
call a "turtle bower."
     "Turtles can't bow.  Their shells get in the way." Ivan said, smiling.
Pavel didn't get the joke, but it apparently wasn't a good one, David and
Lukas just smiled and Al grimaced.  He'd have to see one day what a turtle
looked like.  Here, they were just the human servants of the angels.
     "They say the bower will carry four of us." Commander Sachsen said.
"Pavel and Jezreel are two, I'm third, and Jethro will be four.  I think
four of us should be sufficient for this mission."
     "Two from each valley." Ivan mused.  "I can agree to this, though
Pavel is young for what will essentially be a diplomatic mission."
     "We will only go to find out where their children come from, and then
return." Jezreel said.  "I know my people well enough to negotiate that
much information.  After that, we will leave it to our leaders to negotiate
having our own children through their method, whatever it is."
     "Anything my son needs to know about how to behave?"
     "My people are a proud warrior race." Jezreel said.  "But we have
strong ideas of hospitality as well.  So long as he is cautious about his
behavior and doesn't speak much, he should be fine.  One reason I mentioned
him going along is that he is your son, and you the leader of this valley.
I am your emissary and servant.  Servants in Bedouin culture were often de
facto business partners; it wasn't unusual for them to be given such
positions of trust that they ended up marrying the daughters of their
masters and inheriting their estates.  Such important people as ourselves
would not travel without guards, and Commander Sachsen and Jethro will look
the part well."  Jezreel saw the dismay in Commander Sachsen's face and
said hastily, "Just until we learn more about them, you understand.  I'm
not cutting Connobar out of any negotiations, but we must present them at
first with a face they'll understand."
     "I'm more concerned with how they'll expect us to behave when the mist
gets too strong."
     "Another reason I suggested Pavel." Jezreel said.  "As the loyal
servant, it will not look odd for me to be paired with Pavel, and for you
two to pair up as well.  We'll present them with this, two pairs, until we
understand them better.  How the Bedouin culture has adapted to the mist is
a matter of mystery.  Women were heavily protected, even hidden from sight
during much of their life.  It wasn't that unusual for the young men of the
tribe, who were denied all contact with women to turn to each other, though
again it was very much a matter of dominance and submission based upon rank
in the tribe.  I'm assuming it'll be a blend of the two in some way."
     "Speaking of sexual contact." Pavel said, rubbing his knee against
Jezreel's thigh.  "I'm finished here.  Are you?"  Jezreel's plate was
empty.
     "Let's go out and see if the bower has arrived." Jezreel smiled.
"We'll have plenty of time during the journey for our fun."
     Our fun.  Pavel liked the sound of that.  He changed into regular
clothes, the shirt and pants he kept only for such eventualities as travel.
His family used only Indian loincloths for about the farm.  His Earth-style
clothes were old and getting threadbare just the same.  Connobar had plenty
of clothing to trade, but his valley had little as yet to trade for such
things.  They were beginning to learn what Connobar needed from them (other
than their sperm for children) but had not yet established a real trade, so
they were still rather poverty-stricken as yet.  Dressed, Pavel then went
out with Jezreel and the others, who had begun calling him.  The bower had
indeed arrived.
     We went out to see an odd shape waiting for them, much the size and
shape of a large wagon with all wheels removed, or a platform with high
slatted sides.  But this was not wood, but some form of metal, which seemed
to have been woven together rather than welded.  Soft and pliable?
     "They're going to carry us in that?" Pavel saw only the two angels.
"But how?  Dad said that an angel has enough trouble just carrying a single
human."  That thing looked heavy!
     "I've seen it in action, it's part of their technology." Jezreel said.
"Somehow the platform when activated becomes weightless.  Lift it up, it
stays up until you pull it down again.  The angels only need to use their
own strength to move it about.  It won't rise without their pulling, but it
does so at the merest touch and stops the moment they stop pulling.
Ingenious in its way, it's easily maneuverable without being something
which can go out of control on them."
     "Why did they call it a turtle bower?"
     "They use it frequently for towing us humans about for longer trips.
What else do humans do while on long trips with nothing to do, on this
planet, anyway?"
     "But what is a bower?" Pavel asked.
     "Birds build them, like nests, but it's a place where they make love."
Jezreel clarified.  "And when the angels need a little service, they leave
off towing and join in.  It's not dangerous in the least; to fall out you'd
pretty much have to jump deliberately and even then there'd be time for the
angels to catch you."
     "Can we try it out?" Pavel realized that Jezreel was telling him plain
as day that they would spend the next few hours having sex.
     "In a short time." Jezreel agreed, smiling warmly.  "We must load
supplies first.  The plains are not the jungle, we won't find food easily
available.  We'll have to carry our own water, too."
     "All right." Pavel could wait, a short time anyway.
     It was not so easy an hour's time after, with the mist tugging at his
senses.  When their bundles were in the bower (no more than they could
carry when they left the bower at the edge of the plains, mere backpacks),
and the angels grasped the bower in their long, prehensile toes and tugged,
Pavel found the slightest hum coming from beneath them and then they were
airborne easily.  He peered cautiously through the sides of the bower, to
see his home shrinking visibly.  Soon they were higher than the trees, then
twice as high as that, and still they went upwards, until Pavel's family
were small toys, barely visible moving dots, and then the angels moved them
along and the jungle trees swallowed up the small rectangles of
civilization.  He swallowed hard, his stomach drawing itself into a small,
tight ball.  He felt his testicles do a similar shrinking act.
     "Enjoying the view?" Jezreel asked as he moved over next to Pavel.
     "It's great." Pavel said.  He noticed that their movements did not
rock the platform at all, he stood to clutch the railing, which was a bit
above waist high, and looked over.  Wind was whipping at him strongly,
enough to make movements treacherous, but the sight of being above the
trees was incredible.  "I can only compare it to when we were at the top of
the pass to Connobar and I looked back at our valley."
     "You were a prisoner, then." Jezreel said.  Commander Sachsen was with
Jethro, who had been dressed in his old Connobaran uniform, but was still
sound asleep.  "How did the Connobarans treat you?"
     Pavel shifted around to a seated position, back against the railing,
same as Jezreel, side by side.  Not looking at anything but sky helped a
lot.  "They were nice." Pavel said.  "Not interested in us at all.  We had
to pair up with each other."
     "Who did you pair up with?"  Jezreel became intent, his eyes blazed
from within.
     "Different men.  Even with Dad for a while, when we met up in
Connobar." Pavel said.  He didn't like that look in Jezreel's eyes, and he
had seen it each time he had been with another man.  Better to keep it
vague.  "No one man in particular.  But you have needs, you know?"
     "I know." Jezreel said.  "I'm not jealous."  But the blaze remained,
the embers dying but still present.
     "Of course not." Pavel said, a bit surprised.  Love was separate from
sex, didn't he know that?
     "But if I marry you, I may become jealous.  I was getting very
possessive of you before I left you, you know.." Jezreel said.  "In some
ways, my people of today are the same as we were in the past.  You would
have sex with one of the other Marines, and I would be angry with you,
remember?"
     "Yeah." Pavel said, suddenly seeing it.  "But why?  You had sex with
other Marines, too.  Plenty of them."
     "But I'm allowed to." Jezreel protested.
     "You mean, you're allowed to fuck around with other men, but I'm not?"
Pavel asked.
     "That's the way of my culture." Jezreel agreed.  "And I knew I was
wrong for thinking it, but I felt it just the same.  That's why I went
away.  I had to think about it."
     "Jezreel, I still love you." Pavel said, bringing his hand up to that
face, that wonderfully shaped cheek that fit the palm of his hand so well.
"I want to stay with you, the rest of my life if I can.  But I can't
promise to never be with another man, any more than you can promise that to
me.  We'd have to be like....like Kyle and Vidkun.  They stay by each
other's side constantly, trying to never do anything that would require
them to be apart for more than a few minutes."
     "Would that be so bad?"
     "I don't know." Pavel said.  "I've never tried it.  And even they find
it necessary sometimes to be with others, a lone man joins them or
something.  They don't like it, but they do it.  You have to."
     "No, you don't.  It's the price for being with me, other than as
friends." Jezreel warned him.  "Never apart, day and night.  You would
become my tribe, the two of us, together."
     "I'd have to think about it." Pavel said.
     "I had to think about it, too." Jezreel said.  "And I have come back.
I can't change who I am, and I'm not sure I want to.  But that's the price
for anything more than friendship."
     "But we can fuck as friends?" Pavel asked suddenly.  "I mean, be
friends who are there for each other when we need it?"
     Jezreel smiled.  "Sure.  As often as you want.  No ties, no promises."
     "Then I'll take that, for now."
     "I was hoping you would."  And Jezreel took Pavel's hand from his
cheek, where it had rested all this time, and kissed his palm fervently.
     Pavel reached to put his arms around Jezreel, noting again how much
alike their skins were.  Jezreel, of pure Arab blood, was a bit darker than
Pavel with his mixed Russian-Swahili genes, but not by that much.  With
Pavel, it was a deep sun-tanned look, as if the color would lighten in cold
weather or darkness (though it wouldn't); with Jezreel, it was a part of
his body, as if the slightly deeper hue had managed a victory Pavel's own
lighter skin color had not.
     Jezreel's Marine uniform was still relatively new and holding its
texture.  Pavel ran his fingers down the buttons, those anachronistic
buttons (his own shirt had soft-metal magnetic fasteners that were much
more reliable), which he had learned while with Jezreel before to manage
but was now rusty from lack of practice.  Jezreel wasn't wearing the
required T-shirt beneath the khaki shirt, he had adapted to Desire that
much, anyway.  Pavel saw that beloved hairy chest, the right breast making
a triangular mountain beneath its lightening khaki sky, and Jezreel lay
still as he always did, letting Pavel do all the work.  Soon that shirt was
tugged wide open and Pavel dove down with his face to bury it in that chest
hair, to taste once again the beloved flesh, to let his senses breath in
his smell, which he had identified as being identical to freshly-cured
leather, and the taste that he had not yet found a match for.  Rich on his
tongue, sweet yet lacking sugar's sharpness, musky though not unpleasant,
the two combined and one forever.  Just as Jezreel wanted with him.
     Jezreel's hands found his hair, threading into Pavel's black tufts
that would not obey any comb or combination of waters and oils, being
always a somewhat tangled-looking mop on his head.  But Jezreel's fingers
mastered the unruly hair easily, paved paths through them on his scalp,
touching him completely until they meshed at the back of his head and
Jezreel ground Pavel's face into his abdomen, for Pavel was working his way
down that body, now dancing his tongue through the deep joining of hair at
his middle, dipping into the small navel and tasting the sweet nectar
collected there, concentrated taste of Jezreel, imbedded in the hairs but
which surrendered it to his sucking lips, him the bee of love on this
stomach-flower.
     Pavel felt Jezreel's cock, so peremptory in its needs; it was a shaft
of warm urgency on his chest.  Pavel had to fight the pants open to free
that wonderful prick from its captivity...no jock, another wise decision,
Jezreel!...and soon he had his hands clutching the base of the cock, which
was jammed down one pant's leg, he pulled it free and it sprang out to slap
at his chin, smear him with its clear love-juice oozing freely.
     Pavel tasted the pungent precome, again, oh, God, it had been so long!
The cockhead was a deep reddish-brown in color, the shaft nearly-black
brown, the balls lost among the dark swamp of his pubic hair, but they
would arise triumphantly later; they always did.
     Pavel slid his lips over the ripe organ, and it pulsed with joy.  He
knew better than to delay this; Jezreel liked his sex quick, almost sharply
rapid, he dove and sucked it down hard and Jezreel groaned, Pavel bobbed
his head rapidly, sending the hard shaft down his throat, keeping it there
as much as he could, only occasionally coming up for air, before Jezreel's
hands forced him to swallow the cock whole once more.
     Pavel shifted around slightly, and Jezreel obliged him as he always
did, his hand coming down to find and free Pavel's cock from his fly, the
warm brown hand stroking him as he sucked on Jezreel.  It was all Jezreel
ever did for him, but it felt, like always, enough, enough, God, yes!
     Jezreel's cock was heating up, the balls became twin spheres that
clutched the shaft tightly, an impediment to burying Jezreel's cock
entirely down his throat.  But Jezreel's lone hand on his head was as
powerful as ever, more so, they now forced Pavel's tempo of sucking, and
Pavel matched it, while Jezreel milked his pud with an increasing frenzy.
This speed of Jezreel's hand was as much a cue to his reactions as the heat
of Jezreel's pud, Pavel sucked hard and gave his own desire free reign, it
was close, it was close!
     Jezreel's hand sped up to a demon on his cock and Pavel gave himself
to the orgasm which rose in him, a good thing, for Jezreel's hand became
erratic as Jezreel groaned lustily, and then the hot jets of jism were
spurting into Pavel's mouth, a flood of passion.  Pavel felt his own wads
squirting freely, a hard jet.  He was surely soaking both of them, he felt
occasional splats of his jism hit his chest.  Jezreel's arm would be
covered!
     Pavel sucked and sucked until Jezreel's hand on his cock gave up
entirely, even though Pavel's own passion had a short space yet to go,
exhausted, Jezreel slumped back and Pavel felt the last spurts of his own
jizz drip out into Jezreel's palm.
     Pavel sucked Jezreel's cock dry of the left-over sperm and his own
saliva, then scooted up to half-kneel, hovering over Jezreel, surveying the
damage his own eruption had caused.
     White splots were all over Jezreel's khaki covered arm, broad dark
areas around them showing that the sperm had already soaked in well.  Pavel
retrieved Jezreel's hand which had stroked him, and lifted the hand to his
lips and lapped at it, tasting the sweet taste of Jezreel with his own
salty sperm.  First the fingers, then he went for the large pool of jism on
the center of Jezreel's palm.
     "No, wait." Jezreel ordered.
     Pavel stopped, wondering.  Jezreel looked at Pavel's sperm on his palm
and lifted it up, to lift it to his dark lips and pink tongue, and he took
it down.  He grimaced slightly, obviously not liking the taste, but he
persevered and clean Pavel's jism off his hand, swallowed.
     "You deserve better than that." Jezreel said, wonderingly, as if he
had discovered a blasphemy of some kind.  "Pavel, teach me how to suck your
cock."
     "Really?" Pavel asked.
     "Yeah." Jezreel said.  "If you and I are friends, it's not right that
you do something for me and me not do it for you.  Is it?"
     "No." admitted Pavel.  "But I never heard you say anything like that
before."
     "I never thought it before." Jezreel shrugged.  "Oh, I let myself get
fucked sometimes.  When the man was in some form of superiority over me,
like with the Angels, for example, I could let them fuck me.  It was like
they were entitled.  But you weren't, never."  Jezreel looked at him.
"This is not fair to you."
     "I don't mind." Pavel said.
     "I do." Jezreel said.  "We'll be traveling for hours.  When you're
ready to go again, teach me."  Jezreel turned to press his body against
Pavel, the shirt and pants still wide, Pavel felt Jezreel's cock come to
rest, flaccid, against his thigh.  "If you belong to me, then I belong to
you."
     Pavel smiled.  "Now you're talking like a real friend."
     "Yeah." Jezreel tasted it.  "Yeah."
     Pavel looked over.  One of the angels had released his hold and was
now at Commander Sachsen.  The gray-uniformed officer had his pants down
around his feet and was being heartily fucked by the angel.  Pavel noted
how the wings, when not in use, tucked themselves neatly away against the
angel's back, hardly an impediment, a white "heart-shape" that extended
down to nearly cover the buttocks.  Sachsen clutched the railing with a
stiff-armed grip, extending his buttocks, and grimacing as the angel's
long, asparagus-shaped cock, plunged in and out of him.  Al was right, he
was going to get that uniform mussed pretty soon during this journey.  But
their platform never rocked even with this maniacal thrusting going on
aboard.
     "So that's how the angels manage while on land." Pavel said.
     "Yes, they prefer to mate in mid-air, though, and one will hold the
other and support them both while they fuck.  Except it's the one being
fucked who holds them up, different than when they fuck us." Jezreel said.
"It's quite an experience, either way."
     "I guess I'll find out." Pavel mused idly.
     "Not if I can help it." Jezreel said.  And his eyes blazed with the
now-familiar fire.
     It would be hours before they were conveyed over (or rather through,
by the passes between the tops) the several mountains between the valley
and the plains to where they were bound.
     Pavel just hoped Jethro woke up before they made it there.  Otherwise,
poor Commander Sachsen was going to have to beat his meat all alone!

                        END OF CHAPTER TWO