...One evening, four days after Ren’s acceptance into Mendoza’s compound and staff, they sat, going over the day and comparing notes on their increasing frustration. How and when could they begin their real mission? From the first, Ren had felt an urgency that spurred him on, only to have to rein in his impatience to begin. He sensed Darzul was just as tightly wound. Suppressed energies almost crackled around them both. Too much adrenaline and no action to burn it off. If you allowed the nerves and tension to gain control, that situation could be a recipe for trouble.
After a moment of silence, Darzul sprang out of his chair. “I know what we need,” he said, his tone sharp and decisive. “Come here. We can burn some of this off and enjoy ourselves at the same time.”
Ren nodded, moved more slowly. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Are we both ready to take this step?”
Darzul twitched one shoulder in an irritable shrug. “What’s to take? I’m not asking for any promises or even avowals of affection. It’s lust…release, pure and simple. You’re here; I’m here. We get what we both need and go on our way.”
Still Ren hesitated.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? You were good with this the night you crashed Mendoza’s party, when we were both in bed with him. How is this different?”
“For a start, it’s just us and not a game or role we’re playing now. Hell, I don’t even know what you really look like. I’ve met a few actual aliens, and they weren’t anything I wanted to get intimate with. Ever see a Trogue? How about the Ophidians? Without their Earth-disguises, they look like snakes, lizards or toads! I’m not sucking or fucking any reptile or some monster with a shell-skin that eats dirt.”
Darzul hooted with laughter. “Where’s your sense of adventure? Seriously, I haven’t altered my appearance very much. What you see is what you’re gonna get.” He shimmered and solidified again right in front of Ren, now nude. He still had two arms, two legs, humanistic features and normal male organs, although his skin held a near-metallic sheen of coppery gold and his eyes were a brilliant aquamarine, hedged with deep violet lashes that matched his curly purple hair.
Ren gulped. “Whoa. You look like a weird elf who fell into the Easter Bunny’s color kit or something.”
Once more, Darzul laughed. “Arzulans are probably distant cousins to the elves. I know a few elves, although I know more of or about them. Enough gab. Time to stop talking and start doing.”
He reached out with both arms, long arms, and without seeming to move, he suddenly bumped hard against Ren, wrapping those arms around him. Darzul’s bare cock twitched, poking against Ren’s groin, pushing as if seeking a route through the stiff fabric of Ren’s jeans.
Freeing one hand, the Arzulan slid it between them and began to work on Ren’s belt and then the fly. “You’re overdressed,” he muttered, the words muffled against Ren’s lips as their mouths met and merged. “I don’t care what you look like, real or illusion. I want your clothes off!”
Ren drew back enough, after the long, grinding kiss, to shed his clothes, shirt first and then pants. Last, he shimmied out of his navy blue briefs. “Okay, here I am, ready or not.” But ready he was, cock already stiffening in the cool air now it was free of the confining garments.
At that point, there was no time or need for teasing, for foreplay or sidesteps. The only question, and it hung in the air for mere seconds, was who would do what to whom. Their bodies took charge of that and sorted it out in a few fast breaths.
Before Ren could do more than run his hands up and down Darzul’s sleek torso, the Arzulan steered him toward the nearest of the two beds and shoved him backward onto it. Moments later, he followed, sprawling atop Ren’s prone body. Twisting his fingers into Ren’s hair to turn and then steady his head, Darzul again found Ren’s mouth and kissed him hungrily...