Worlds Collide

King Cornelius was a stout old man of 63, greying at the sides of his chesnut hair, but didn't have a visible wrinkle to prove it. His royal robes filled the parts of the throne that his body did not. Passive but cautious hazel eyes stared at each of the beings, one by one, before he spoke as his mate sat down beside him. Cornelius wasn't quite sure of what to think about the visitors or their craft but, as Erik sat down, he noted nothing upsetting from his expression. "I am King Cornelius of the planet Alpheria. From whence do you come?" When he spoke, his voice filled the vast and crowded room. Peering down from several feet above them, his attention was turned to one visitor who was brave enough to take one step forward and act as a speaker.

One of the four looked different from the other three. He wore a visor over his eyes and had politely declined to take them off when asked by the guards. "Your Majesty, we come from a planet called Earth. Our shuttle was engulfed in an asteroid shower and we were knocked off course. It was by luck that we were able to land here, safely. We don't mean any harm, just to have our shuttle repaired and let us be on our way." His firm voice hadn't faltered at the steps that led up to where the two royal men sat.

"What do you require from us. I have seen your technology on your 'shuttle' and have found it not of our knowledge." King Erik was also stout but considerably younger than Cornelius. A man of 45 yet still looking as boyish as mid 20s, stared at another with a white patch in their hair, as they stepped forward.

The white and brown haired visitor looked up at King Erik and then Cornelius as a wave of curiosity loomed over them. "It's an easy fix. Any auto mechanic can fix it blindfolded." Their voice was different from the one with the visor. As they spoke, it cracked and squeaked in high tones, possibly from holding their body differently as they stood there.

Cornelius rose halfway from his chair, angered by the words the visitor had used. "You dare talk to the Kings of Alpheria in those words!?" A hand on his arm guided him to sit back down and relax a moment.

Erik's brow furrowed in question. "What is this 'auto mechanic' you speak of? How do we get in touch with him to help you on your journey?" Strawberry hair glistened in the lighting as he sat forward to better observe the second speaker. "What are your names?"

"Ah'm Rogue, this is Scott," pointing to the man with the visor, "Jean, and Bobby." Pointing to the other two that stood still behind them, Rogue continued and answered the King's question. "Don't ya have cars here?" Pausing, Rogue took a minute to view the surroundings of the throne room. "You know, like shuttles and things to get ya from one place to another? A mechanic can be a he, she, it, anything that works on transportation."

"She?" Erik sat back and looked around the court. "This 'she' is a god of some sort?"

Rogue was taken aback at the question. "No. A she is what Ah am. Jean's a she, too."

Panic had set in and the room filled with talk and gasps of what the visitors were. Voices rose and forced Erik to stand up and quiet his court. By now, Cornelius stood beside his husband and clapped his hands once. The echo of the clap bounced off of the far walls and silenced the court as quickly as it had started. Both Kings looked at each other and tried to define the meaning of "she" silently between them.

"My husband and I will search for this 'auto mechanic' to fix your shuttle. In the meantime, please accept our hospitality with a meal and a rest and whatever else you desire." Erik reached for Cornelius' hand behind the comforts of their robes. "My guards will show you to the guest quarters, where you can change and rest." He waved a hand to the left of the throne and several armed men filed in to escort the visitors to their appointed quarters.

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Cornelius and Erik sat at the head of the long table that had been decorated with foods of all kinds, meats, breads, fruits, and drinks, while the four visitors sat two on each side. They had both changed attires to wear colourful but calm robes. Erik wore a more passive navy tunic with matching leggings. The sleeves of his tunic were tight from wrist to elbow but puffed from elbow to shoulder. His crown was a thin gold band with rubies and diamonds placed around the middle. "Are your chambers to your liking?" After a bite of roasted and seasoned pork, Erik took a sip of red wine and glanced at the four visitors who nibbled at the food on their plates.

"They are very comfortable, your Majesty, thank you." Jean finished chewing and swallowed before smiling and speaking softly to their hosts. Both she and Rogue had been given white tunics with long, flowing sleeves and leggings, while Scott and Bobby had been given robes of green or turquoise.

Both Kings smiled at the compliment.

Cornelius watched Jean take another bite and chew it. "Tell us of Earth, please. Are there many Shes, there?" He sat to Erik's left, dressed in a maroon tunic with matching over tunic, sleeves only puffing at the shoulders. Both his tunic and over tunic was trimmed in velour with a black belt around his tunic. His leggings were a lighter colour of burgundy but blended in with his robes. His crown was much taller and plainer than Erik's, yet spoke volumes of his royalty. A heavy jeweled necklace of gold and emeralds hung from his neck and nearly touched his black belt when he sat down.

Jean gave a quizzical look to Rogue but turned back to answer the question in grace. She smiled simply set her fork down to explain. "There are billions of women on Earth. Some are young, some are old, but we are regarded as equals to most, and life-givers to our children." Her hands lay folded in her lap and she paused patiently to let the two kings digest the strange culture.

"Do you mean that you are the gods that bring life to children and determine what they will be?" Erik felt questionable about what they had let into their kingdom. Magic beings who threatened their way of life were now giving him doubts of his decision.

"No," Jean stated calmly. "That is another being altogether. Women are the vessels that carry and birth the children. The men also have a part in creating a child, with a woman."

Cornelius sat back from the table and collected his thoughts. "I see." A pageboy hurried quietly up to his side and handed him a note from the crewchief in Logan's unit. He read the note and then passed it along for Erik to read.

As he read the note, Erik felt a sinking feeling in his stomach and dreaded telling the visitors for fear of angering them. Clearing his throat and sitting up straight, Erik rubbed his chin and took a breath. "It seems that there is trouble in finding a man skilled enough to repair your shuttle. We have received word that our guards are searching in other departments to come up with a team for you." He turned back to the pageboy, who remained standing next to Cornelius, and waved him over. "Bring me the project manager of this unit."

The boy bowed, glanced at the four guests, and hurried out of the room to fetch Logan.

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Erik paced his plush chambers, waiting for the pageboy to return with Logan. A knock at the door made him pause a moment. "Come." Returning to his pacing, he noticed that Logan had followed the pageboy into the room.

Logan came to a stop a few feet away from the King, and bowed humbly. "You sent for me, yer Majesty?" He watched Erik as he continued to pace with a concerned look on his face.

The King paused again, his back to Logan. He breathed calmly and thought of what to say. "It has come to our attention that our technology does not match that of this planet called 'Earth'. We are concerned that we may not get our visitors on their way. Tell me, Logan, have you found a man to complete what they ask of us?" Erik stared out the window at the night sky that blanketed the sparcely lit city. He thought it best to have a private chat with Logan while Cornelius was given a tour of the alien shuttle.

"No sire, I haven't. However, I do know of someone I might convince, who might know how to help?" It was an offer that he knew full well he would have to romance Remy very well to get him to at least look at the strange shuttle.

Erik turned around and looked hopeful at the man. "Give me a name, and I shall have my guards bring him to me."

Quickly recalling the last time the royal guards called upon Remy, and instantly corrected himself. "Uh, yer Majesty, if I may entice him to come, he may be more understanding of the situation?"

"Your husband?"

"Yes, sire."

"No." Erik turned back to the window. "Find another man."

Logan sighed inwardly and lowered his gaze to the floor. "Sire, what happened with the royal transport roamer was an accident. And the kid's the best roamer repairer on this side of the planet. Forgive me if I've stepped out of line but, give him another chance, my Lord."

Looking over his shoulder at the smaller man, Erik took a breath before nodding and reluctantly agreeing to let Remy help out. "It seems to me, it is your anniversary night? I shall give you 2 hours to convince him to help. But, let him know, we may very well be on the brink of war if we do not send these visitors back to their planet."

"Yes, my Lord. Thank you, sire." Logan bowed and backed out of the room to hurry back to Remy.

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It was late, and Remy had long ago said goodnight to his parents and went to bed. He lay sleeping on his right side, and faced the window, barely waking to hear the front foor open and close. Holding his breath to hear the footsteps coming closer to the bedroom, Remy rolled onto his back and opened his eyes. "Logan?" Laying naked under the covers, he felt the dark figure crawl up from the end of the bed to lay beside him and kiss his cheek.

"Just me." Shifting to lay on his side, Logan draped an arm over his lover and kiss a soft cheek again. "I have a favour to ask-- actually, it's from the King."

Remy sighed and rolled back to face the window. "Non, uh uh." He knew where this was going and wanted no part of it. Closing his eyes to sleep, he groaned as Logan's hand slid down his warm and naked front. "Non, don't want to have not'in ta do wit' dat shuttle. Because o' dat roamer, de Kings take deir roamers to Eli's."

Logan sat up but as he let his hand find Remy's limp manhood, he thought of what to say to change his mind. Massaging the shaft and tickling the tip with his fingers, he smiled as Remy was beginning to respond. "That was ten ages ago, you were still a kid. They aren't going to treat you like that forever. Show them what you can do with this shuttle." Bending down to kiss Remy's shoulder, he could feel the manhood come alive in his hand.

"Non. If I blow dis one up, I'll get in BIG trouble."

Smiling as his massagings were making Remy moan, Logan started to roll him over and kiss his way down, peeling back covers as he went. "Ya know, Eli was at the hangar earlier, and he had no idea of what to do. King Erik personally told me to bring you in. We both know what you can do, and if you fix this craft, I'll bet you'll have them both bringing every roamer they can think of back to your shop."

Remy blinked at his husband. "Dey told you to seduce me, an' den drag me back to your work, all sweaty an' sticky from sex?"

Logan kissed him and smirked. "That was how I thought it out in my head. I'd love to see you workin' naked on that big shuttle. I'd personally supervise that site." He moved his hand from Remy's manhood to capture Remy's own hand and place it against the jumper material that peaked with Logan's excitement.

"So, how long did dey give you to win me over?"

"Two hours." Kissing Remy again, Logan crawled on top of him and started unfastening his poppers.

Remy happily moved his hands to help with his husband's jumper, before reaching up to the mantle of the headboard, on his side, for the jelly. As he opened the bottle, Logan dipped two fingers in and coated himself while Remy moved the covers from between them. Spreading his legs, and holding Logan's hips, he gasped as Logan slipped in easily. A rhythm started and Remy moaned to keep pace, his senses going wild from the kisses and movement at two opposite ends.

Logan also gasped as he moved a bit more quickly. Ice blue on black eyes stared into blood red on black before both closing and kissing again. Whimpering into the kiss as he paced himself a little faster, Logan could feel Remy's hands squeeze and scrape at his back and sides as he stroked Remy's erection; tripling the sensation for his lover.

Both of Remy's legs spasmed and bent as Logan tugged a little harder on him. "Oh my Logan! My Logan," he cried out as he couldn't stop himself from spilling his release on his firm stomach. His words were enough to cause Logan to reach his peak and spill into him with a growl.

They lay there, still connected, for a long while as Remy weighed the options of the proposal. "Dese beings,..... dey're friendly?" A whisper had caused Logan to stir from on top of him.

"I have spoken to one named, Scott. They don't seem dangerous. Two of them are 'shes'. The Kings are not wanting to upset them, that's why they called me in to think of getting you." Logan raised up to his elbows to look at his lover's dark face. The moonlight had caressed Remy's features so softly that it was exciting him all over again.

"Dese 'shes' are magic?"

Logan's brow furrowed. "I don't know. I heard a few of the men say that one of them can move things with their mind, while the other one has a touch issue. I'm guessin' it's best not to upset them." Reaching down to slide himself out, he moved to lay on his side beside Remy. "So, you'll do it?"

Remy nodded reluctantly. "But, only if you're dere, wit' me."

"I can't promise. But, I'll try."

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