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  Hank grinned down at him and Brad felt his face heat in embarrassment. He decided to answer Hank's question, which would keep his mind off sex, hopefully. “Work's the same. I'm as busy as ever. Aimee called earlier."

  "What did the sweet minx have to say?” There had been a time when Brad thought Hank might take Aimee for a mate when he reached thirty centras, but Hank had surprised him by paying the revenue necessary to prevent forced mating. Because of the increased popularity of pleasure centers on Kazphyr, mandatory mating by thirty centras had been implemented to prevent extinction of the population. So unless someone had pull or enough money to pay the huge revenue, all Kaz citizens were expected to submit. Since both he and Hank worked hard, they both had the revenue needed to avoid forced mating. Hank's decision to pay the revenue was why it had been easy for Brad to do the same. Aimee had a mate now, one who made her happy, so the logical next step for her was to get everyone she knew and cared about mated to someone.

  "The usual. I didn't talk to her today. But every time we have a meal together, she says the same thing, ‘Are you seeing someone? Aren't you ever going to take a mate? What about Hank? Don't you think once you choose a mate, so will he?’”

  Hank groaned and let his head fall back, closing his eyes. “Jardem, meddling female. Can't she leave us alone? What did you tell her?"

  "The same thing I do every time. I tell her I'm happy with the way things are for now."

  Hank opened his eyes, looked down at him. “For now?"

  Brad looked away from Hank's probing eyes. Moving his hands up through the dark hair of Hank's chest, Brad said, “Well, eventually I had thought I would take a mate."

  With a hand under his chin, Hank gently lifted Brad's face, searching it thoughtfully. “You want offspring?"

  Brad nodded. “That's not all, Hank. I think I would like having a female around the place."

  "What were you planning to do with me?"

  "You can stay. We could all live here together,” Brad suggested hopefully. He didn't want to lose Hank in the process. “Let's take a mate together."

  Hank chuckled. “It would take a special female to accept us both. Where were you hoping to find said female? Shall we ask Nina? No, that's not a good idea. She's a fly by dark lover if ever I met one. How about Aimee? You think she knows some nice female who wouldn't mind two big males bonking her silly before turning around and doing each other?"

  Brad laughed. “We'll just have to find out, won't we? I'll call her tomorrow. Maybe we should approach it like a job offering, so we can get to know the female. Then if things work out well, we can offer for her as mate. What do you think?"

  Lifting Brad's face, Hank kissed him, lingering over the caress. “That's sounds like a plan. Let's do it."

  Moments later, the two men moved apart as Nina made her way back into the room, eyeing both of them with a look that let them know she was ready for another go. She came over and snuggled between the two naked men as they all resumed their game.

  Chapter 2

  Brad woke feeling hands wandering over his naked body. “Mmmmm,” he moaned as he felt the size of the caressing hands. It was Hank. Looking over his shoulder, Brad saw Hank spooning him from behind. “Where's Nina?” Brad asked, groggily.

  "She had to go to work,” Hank told him, as he reached down to give Brad's cock a squeeze. “Now come here, babe. I've got a hankering for some Brad loving."

  Brad turned into Hank's muscular arms. “What a sweet way to wake me.” Looking into Hank's blazing black eyes, Brad ran his hands over the rough stubble on his unshaven cheek and into his hair.

  "Let me show you something much sweeter.” He proceeded to caress Brad's body to his heart's content, while he voraciously kissed Brad. Hank moved down Brad's body sucking and kissing every bit of flesh his mouth could reach. “Did I tell you how much I missed you, babe?” he asked as he scooted down, reaching for Brad's dick and then sucking it into his mouth.

  He worked his magic until he had Brad shivering, writhing, and quaking under his touch. After turning Brad onto his back, Hank slithered up his body until he rubbed his cock against Brad's, resting his hips between Brad's outspread thighs.

  "Yeah, babe. I missed you like crazy,” Hank reiterated.

  Brad caressed Hank's chest, luxuriating in the feel of his dark hair, lightly covering a prime example of muscled manhood. “I missed you, too,” Brad admitted.

  Hank hovered above him, the weight of his body resting on his hands. Both men gazed down to where their cocks glided against each other. Then back up to gaze into each other's eyes. “I need you, babe. Bad."

  Brad let Hank's erotic plea bathe him in need. He shivered and nodded. “I need you, too. Take me, Hank."

  Hank leaned down to give Brad an open-mouthed and very arousing kiss. As they kissed, he felt Hank leaning to the side and heard the bedside drawer open. After retrieving what he searched for, Hank knelt, and as he looked at Brad, he flicked open the container. Brad's legs were wide open and draped over Hank's. Hank grabbed Brad's cock and stroked it, obviously enjoying the look and feel of it. But Brad knew what he desired at this moment, and Hank quickly moved to get to it. Hank put his hands on both of Brad's legs, pushing his thighs upward, until he was gazing down with lust-filled eyes at Brad's anus.

  Raising the container of lubrication liquid, he let the stream go. Brad gasped when the cool liquid touched his hot skin. “Mmmmm,” he moaned at the erotic sensation. Maybe it was because he knew what would follow.

  Hank spread the liquid generously around and in Brad's anus. “Ah, yeah, babe. I can't wait to fuck that tight sweet ass of yours."

  Brad's breath quickened; he was beginning to pant in his excitement. While Brad watched with feverish eyes, Hank slathered his cock with the liquid, looking up at him and smiling that soul-shattering smile of his.

  Grabbing Brad's legs, Hank pushed upward, positioning himself at the juncture of Brad's thighs.

  "Arghhhh,” Brad groaned, his eyes tightly clenched, his arms outspread and grabbing at the bedclothes as he felt Hank's cock seeking entrance into his tight asshole.

  "Ah, yeah, babe. That feels so good.” Hank leaned over him as he pressed his cock slowly into Brad's anus.

  Brad was beginning to moan and thrash as Hank drove deeper into his body.

  When Hank was encased to the hilt, he shouted, “Ah, sweet stars! Ah, babe! That feels incredible!” Brad's increased movement was working on Hank, because Hank jerked once, then couldn't help himself, and he began a pounding rhythm, fucking Brad furiously.

  Brad let the violent ecstasy carry him away, relishing Hank's body plunging into his core. Before long, Hank shot his cum into Brad with an explosive roar, thrusting his cock into him long after his climax subsided.

  Hank's body went limp and he sagged on Brad, sighing with pleasure. “Mmmm, love, that was good.” They continued lying together, sucking in slow, sweet breaths. Hank's hips were still cradled between Brad's outspread legs.

  But Brad knew Hank would see to him, too. And even as the thought struck him, Hank moved down until his head was at the level of Brad's cock. Brad's muscles tensed in expectation, as Hank grabbed his cock and sucked it into his mouth. He was already primed, so it took no time before Brad was spilling his own cum down Hank's throat. He loved that Hank always swallowed every ounce of his cum, as if he enjoyed it like nothing else on the planet; the same way he enjoyed Hank's. It was the one thing they always gave to each other; something special, just between the two of them. Although some females swallowed, not many did, so this had been special for them from the first time they came together.

  When Hank released him, Brad let himself sag into the mattress. Hank pulled Brad into his loving embrace. After they kissed softly for several moments, Hank held Brad close again. “I wish I had a job that didn't take me away,” Hank admitted. “We could enjoy this more often."

  "Mmmm, yeah,” Brad agreed, snuggling his face into Hank's strong neck, kissing him with pleasure.
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  Hank raised himself up on an elbow and leaned over him. “I want you to promise me something,” he said, searching Brad's eyes.

  "Anything,” Brad whispered.

  "This never stops. You understand me? If we accept a mate together, she has to accept us for who we really are. I'm not giving you up for a female. Got it?"

  Brad swallowed with difficulty, actually feeling the stupid urge to cry, so he just nodded silently. This was as close as Hank had ever come to giving him a declaration of love. But when he looked into Hank's eyes, he didn't need the words; he saw what he needed right there.

  Hank looked away, as if he realized he was giving himself away.

  "I'll never give you up, Hank."

  When Brad said those words, Hank looked at him, and grabbed Brad to him. They kissed and wrestled around in the bed, then made love two more times—once more in the bed and the second time in the shower.

  When they sat at the kitchen unit table, both were dressed in robes Hank had brought home from the exotic planet of Salenta, famous for their luxurious fabrics.

  "You gonna call that little minx sister of yours?” Hank asked him.

  Brad sipped the alveberry drink he'd poured for them both. “Yeah. I'm sure she's going to be ecstatic that we're looking for someone."

  Hank laughed. “Make sure you don't let her talk you into two females. One around is going to be enough. I guess maybe it's a good thing my job keeps me away from home."

  Brad looked at him uncertainly. “Are you just doing this because I want to?"

  Now Hank chuckled and smiled. Leaning over, he kissed Brad on the lips, lingering over it. “Maybe just a little. But the thought has crossed my mind over the years. I feel it's a bit unfair to expect a female to stay on Kazphyr waiting for me when I can be gone months on end. This way you and she will have each other while I'm off planet hopping."

  Brad frowned. “It won't make you want to stay away, will it?"

  "No way, babe. I'll be anxious to get back to all the hot kinky fun."

  "That's all right, then,” Brad told him, and they both laughed.

  Chapter 3

  Drendar Kyntrel pressed the button on her answering unit. Walking around her small home unit undressing, she listened with interest. “Miss Kyntrel, my name is Aimee Syncire; I got your name from the agency. Please buzz me at Mark 7 dash 507. I have a very lucrative proposition for you, if you're interested."

  Dren crinkled her nose. She would call the woman back. She had taken a second job because she was busted flat. Working for the Department of Citizen Safety, which was in charge of the planet's pleasure centers, her wages were meager, although she loved the job. She liked helping people. But after her latest bad decision skipped the planet with her life savings, she'd been forced to take a second job. What better second job than one that helped people almost in the same way she did at the department, except on a more personal basis? Whereas at the pleasure centers, people came to expend their sexual frustration and energy, sometimes with androids and other times with other Kaz citizens, Dren's second job called for her to see to her clients’ privately—for those who wanted a live female instead of a pleasure ‘droid—and wanted absolute discretion.

  The thought of making herself available for mating had crossed her mind, but then she'd scratched it. Her best friend, Teena Andrenas, had waited until she was knocking on thirty centras to succumb before she was forced to be mated, and had been lucky enough to find her ideal mate the first time she ever had sex. Dren realized that when she accepted a mate, it would be because she wanted to, not because she was forced to.

  Who knew, maybe she might be lucky enough to find her mate before too much longer, anyway.

  After getting out of her uniform, Dren dressed in a casual droten skirt and vest before she sat down to return Aimee Syncire's call.

  * * * *

  Brad gazed at his sister on the transmission unit in frustration. “Why did you do that, Aimee?” He looked upward as if searching for divine intervention to give him strength before looking back at her image on the trans unit.

  He watched in vexation as she shrugged her delicate shoulders. “Well, it's your fault. Since I couldn't tell her you two are looking for a mate, I had to give her some reason you both needed her personal services. Look, I've met the girl. She seems lovely. She's even agreed to take a couple of weeks off from her job, since she's owed vacation, to devote to the two of you. I had to do some fast-talking when I mentioned both of you. If you like her, you both need to do some heavy charming to get her to accept two of you. But initially, you need to let her think you guys are both so busy that you don't have the time to visit pleasure centers—"

  "Stop right there. We don't need to visit the pleasure centers. Exactly what did you tell her?” Brad wanted to wring his little sister's neck.

  "I may have hinted that you're a medical nerd with no time to spare for females, and Hank's a hard up fly-boy who's always gone, with no time to spare for females.” At the end of her dissertation, she flushed, as if expecting Brad to blow a vent valve.

  "Jardem, female!” Brad muttered.

  "Well, what else could I say?” Aimee cried. “I couldn't tell her the truth! She probably would have bolted!"

  Brad just glared at her over the trans unit. Now he would have to pretend he was a nerd physician, at least until he let the female believe she was ‘helping’ him come out of his shell. And Hank! This wouldn't make him very happy. Just one look at Hank's handsome face and form and the female would be hard-pressed to imagine him as hard up.

  "You're right, this is my fault. I should have taken care of this myself. Maybe you should call her to cancel."

  "No!” Aimee surprised him with her vehemence.

  "Why?” Brad wanted to know.

  "I've already signed an agreement for the two weeks. She wouldn't just take off work on the off chance she was getting this very lucrative job. So you guys have to do the two weeks. If she doesn't work out, you can give her her walking papers at the end."

  "Urrrrrr,” Brad almost growled in frustration. “Fine, I'll talk to Hank. More than likely, he'll be called away soon and I'll be left to contend with her."

  Aimee snickered at him. “I think you better reserve judgment until you meet her."

  "What do you—"

  "You'll see. Her two weeks start when darkness falls tomorrow. Have fun, big brother.” And before Brad could say another word, Aimee clicked off.

  Jardem save him from his meddling little sister.

  * * * *

  Dren had to admit she was nervous. When Aimee admitted there would be two males involved, she'd almost balked. And although the revenue was tempting, it had only been when Aimee pleaded with her to help her brother that Dren had finally given in. Jardem-blasted need to help people! Dren had softened when she heard about the poor overworked physician who spent most sleep cycles helping people in Kaz Casualty and the pilot spending all his time transporting goods and beings, not having any time to cultivate any female companions.

  Now that she'd made it here, she questioned her decision to wear the soft flowing zanthus. She could feel the diaphanous fabric caressing her body beneath the dark green veletin cape she wore. When she'd contemplated an evening with two males, everything had taken on erotic overtones. Her nipples were tightened into hard peaks and she felt the unwelcome warmth pooling between her thighs. And she hadn't even met the males yet. Sweet stars! They would think her a wanton when they realized her condition and they would discern it quickly enough because of the zanthus, which was almost transparent.

  What in Velorn's green country had she been thinking?

  Her hand hovered over the button that would make the males aware of her presence. Should she leave? No, it was too late. She had signed the contract. For the next two weeks, it was her duty to show these two males what they had been missing by not having a female in their lives.

  After pressing the security buzzer, she stood to her full height of five foot eleven
; she knew by the angle of the cameras that the males would be able to see her. She heard the buzz of someone turning them on. Expecting a voice to request she announce herself, she shivered when she heard nothing.

  A cough came, then, “Yes?"

  Dren looked up toward where she knew they could see her. “Hello, I'm Drendar Kyntrel, from the agency."

  Another silence, then simply, “Come."

  Now she was really nervous. This was it. She had committed herself to spend two weeks with two males. Spending time with them, having sex with them. Hoping she hadn't made a mistake, she went forward as soon as the door swished open.

  Looking around uncertainly, Dren stopped when her gaze landed on the two males standing close to the entrance. Oh, stars above! She swallowed when she took in their muscular builds and good looks. The one who was the fairer of the two and just a bit shorter, had slightly tanned skin, slanting golden eyes, slashing brows, long lashes, lovely full lips, a strong chin. The darker one had rugged good looks, a wide chest, shoulder-length pitch black hair, with brows set low over eyes the color of melted caraca and a face that would set any Kazphyrian female's heart aflutter.

  Hold on! These males didn't look like they needed her help. “Uh ... I ... think there's been a mistake,” were the first words anyone spoke and they just happened to be hers.

  Both males looked as stunned as she felt. “No, no, there's been no mistake,” the fair man finally said. “You're Drendar, right? My sister signed the contract with you. Aimee?"

  Dren nodded mutely. Oh, stars! These were the males she had signed her life to for two weeks. She was in trouble now. Her heart was already pounding, her body alive in reaction. “Yes, Aimee. But she told me you required my assistance."

  The dark male finally found his voice. “Yes, we do,” he admitted, with a hint of huskiness in his voice. Dren noted the look that passed between the two men before they looked back at her and smiled at her with charm enough to melt all her doubts.