Worlds Collide

Erik paced his quarters, hands behind his back and head bent in thought. He had spoken with Logan about how Remy was coming with the shuttle, and was uncertain at the reassuring feedback. It was the small impeding doubt that kept him from his husband's bed, and his thoughts on things other than kingdom matters. He wanted to go down and see for himself just how Remy was coming but felt that if he intruded too deeply on things, Remy might back away completely. His pacings increased in speed and his thoughts became more intense that he didn't hear Cornelius enter the room and step beside him. Erik breathed heavily and stopped in midpace and stared intently at the floor.

"Erik."

It had taken Erik hearing his name several times before he realised that he was not alone in the room. "Hm?" Erik looked up at his husband and absently smiled, "yes love?" As if robotically, he leaned over and kissed his mate.

"My bed is cold, Erik. Come warm it with me." Cornelius grabbed Erik by the waist and pulled him closer so that their hips bruised against each other. "It is time for us to give our kingdom an heir, and I am exceptionally willing tonight." Kissing his mate in a more passionate gesture, Cornelius reached down to stroke Erik's arousal.

Erik moaned in approval and wrapped his arms around his husband, whispering into Cornelius' ear as he was lifted from his feet, "After I have you inside me, my king." A genuine smile as Cornelius registered his offer and carried him back to bed. It hadn't been his place to disagree with his father's wishes of betrothal to a man he didn't know, and Erik was not looking for marriage at such an early age. Erik was hardly in love, let alone pleasant with Cornelius when they met, but he had grown to love the way his future husband romanced him in bed. He had come to enjoy being beneath the older man, and occasionally had his play with being on top.

Candles around the bed and rose petals on the fluffy white comforter told Erik that Cornelius had been looking forward to this day for a long time. As Cornelius placed Erik on the bed and turned to retrieve two champagne glasses from the nightstand, he felt soft hands reach up and start undressing him. Cornelius handed a crystal glass filled with fizzing amber liquid and leaned over to kiss his mate and halt a hand that had unbuttoned four of six buttons on his tunic. "I have waited for you to come to my chambers long enough. Tonight, I shall have you, and tomorrow we give our essence to our son."

Erik giggled softly as he stared into his husband's eyes. They toasted each other and sipped at their drinks before Erik remembered the vials that sat patiently waiting beside the wash basin in Cornelius' washroom. Breaking a kiss, he excused himself from the bed and went to retrieve them. He paused just inside the doorway and stared down at the row of empty, thin vials in their holder, wondering what they were about to accomplish.

Setting his glass down beside where Erik had placed his on the nightstand, Cornelius stood up and moved to stand behind his young mate in the doorway to the washroom. His hands reached carefully around to untie Erik's robe and remove it before kissing a bare shoulder and softly ask in wonder, "is something wrong, love?" He draped the robe over one arm and started to finish unbuttoning his own tunic while letting his eyes travel down Erik's milky back to his firm backside. Cornelius pressed himself caressingly against Erik's body, hoping to push out any idea of retreating from their play.

The younger king shook his head and turned around to wrap his arms around Cornelius' neck and kiss him passionately. "Come, it is getting late." Grabbing what he had come for, Erik strolled back into the chambers as an elegant naked adonis. He smiled knowingly that his husband had watched him and followed him, becoming more aroused than he had been.

Erik turned and sat down on the side of the bed and spread his legs invitingly. A playful grin and a sexy wink called the man closer. He grinned as Cornelius tossed the robe he carried to drape on the end of the bed before sinking to his knees after two more steps and taking Erik's very aroused manhood into his mouth. Erik gasped and stroked Cornelius' hair as the older king tended to Erik's arousal.

~~~~~

Jean had browsed around Remy's shop, looking at things that had been different from anything she had ever seen in a vehicle shop. "How long have you been in business?" Picking up a curved glass tube, Jean studied it as she waited for Remy to answer the innocent question.

It was a small shop but big enough to house three roamers and two small pods comfortably. Shelves hung on the walls, filled with tubs and jars of all kinds of gadgets, gizmos and other electric devices for vehicles. The shop itself had been very clean as Remy accepted nothing less than spotless for his workstation. Jean was amazed that it resembled the Professour's garage that Scott spent so much time in, when they weren't saving the planet.

"Very nice shop, Remy." Jean stepped in and looked around from the doorway.

Remy stepped in behind her and moved around to turn on the light from the switch to the far leftof the room. "Merci." He blushed and hoped she didn't see.

Remy had begun going through a box of knobs of all sizes and had only barely heard the question but answered clearly after thinking for a moment. "Been at dis shop for couple o' ages. Was on de King's roamer repair crew but had an accident so, Remy came here."

"Is that where you met Logan?" Jean had moved on to sift through another box of wires and a jar of nuts and bolts.

Laughing softly, Remy turned to look at her and watch her as she wandered around the shop in search of parts. "Non, met him seven ages ago. He had an accident an' I helped him push his roamer to de shop. I fix it for him an' he started comin' 'round for dis and dat." Spotting what might be of help, he came to stand beside her and pull a small, clear tub of wires down from a shelf above their heads.

Jean glanced at him and then at the tub he had set down on the table. "By 'ages' you mean years?" She moved a stray lock of hair out of her face before going back to sifting through the tub.

"Uh, oui." Remy had been taken aback by her casual and sensual movements that he almost forgot the question.

"I think these will do fine." Jean smiled and helped Remy carry the several tubs and jars back to the pod and waited for Remy to lock up before getting in and sitting down in the seat. She watched as he absently went about his routine of locking up and jingling the ring of keys as he made his way around to the driver's seat, getting in and starting the engine.

On the way back to the palace hangar, Remy had been nice enough to point out things about the planet's daily life and listen to how different it was on Earth. He had been so fascinated by how different their planets were that he had almost missed the turn into the hangar. "I've always wondered what it was like out dere. De Kings are exploring de rest of our galaxy but mebbe, in de future, we come see your planet, hehn?"

Jean smiled and looked over at him as he brought the pod into its waiting space. "That would be wonderful. We might even be allies."

As the pod powered down and they both got out and carried the parts into the hangar, Logan hurried up to them, excited about news that had been privy to Logan and Remy only. "If you don't mind, I need to borrow my husband for a bit, uh, She." Taking Remy's hand and turning to go, Logan caught Jean's eye as she nodded in approval.

"Of course. Call me Jean."

The two men looked confused but agreed and hurried on their way.

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Remy hurried down the stone corridors, trying to keep up with the man who had him by the wrist, but he was beginning to wear out. "Where we goin, cher?" The corridor wasn't familiar to him but the room Logan stopped in front of was taking shape of what his parents had told him about. "Where are we?"

Logan turned around and smiled brightly. "While you were sleeping, I went and asked King Cornelius if we might have their blessing for a son. I know you wanted to be there, too, but I thought it would be a nice surprise to hear that he agreed. Our parents are coming for dinner, and I thought we could tell them then."

It was becoming too much for Remy to sift through and he began to sink to the floor before Logan caught him. "Dey said 'yes'? Woulda t'ought King Erik blow a gasket b'fore lettin' a little Remy run around." He had stared at the floor since he started to sit down but raised his gaze to his husband before asking his last question. "When can we--?"

"Right now. I told the carer that I had to wait for you to come back. I wanted to do it together. If you still want one...?" Logan knelt down and cradled Remy's back with one arm while holding Remy's hand with the other.

Remy nodded. "Oui." He was helped to his feet and nudged in to the room as Logan stood in the doorway.

Carer Christopher had been patiently awaiting them for nearly an hour. His shiny blond hair was short and well-kept and his black-rimmed glasses made him look older than 40, but he had the body structure of a 30-year-old. He had prepared the stations to the specifications Logan had supplied him with and had busied himself with the Kings' tray to pass the time. He had finished with setting the tray with the Kings' settings when the door slid open and Remy stepped inside. "Good evening. You must be Mister LeBeau and Mister Howlett. I have set up your tray and stations as requested. All that's needed is for you two to step in and get comfortable." Motioning to the stations that sat at the far end of the room, he smiled and let both men walk over to the special chairs.

The room had been lit by special clean lights in the floor that gave the room a soft blueish tint. It was a mostly empty room with a bit table with tubes, vials, and other scientific equipment on it, in the centre of it. Off to the left and across from the doorway, sat two egg-shaped chairs with arms that came around the front of them. The sides of the egg-chairs had been recessed back so the couples could their mates and hold hands during the procedure.

"Please, if you would both remove your clothing, place them in the cubbies by the stations, and sit in the chairs, we can begin." Christopher busied himself with the curtain that slid across to give privacy as Logan and Remy did as they were asked. When he turned around again, both men sat in the chairs and looked to him for the next step. "Good." Placing gloves on, he started with Logan's settings first. Handing the hairy man a small rubber balloon with a tube attached, he instructed Logan to slide the balloon over his erect manhood, mking sure that the hole in the tip of the balloon matched the hole on his erection.

As Logan slid the balloon into place, the carer moved over to instruct Remy on the same instructions. Logan looked over to his husband and watched as the carer also hooked up a small patch to Remy's chest to monitor heart rates. He had been given the same patch when the carer came back to him. A sharp intake of breath as a thin tube slowly slithered its way down, into the hole in the balloon of Logan's erection.

"Relax. After the intial start, it won't hurt as much if you remember to breathe and let it do it's job. The entire procedure takes about 15 minutes to half an hour, depending on how long it takes for you to expell your essence." Christopher moved from one man to the other, speaking calmly and softly. "The balloons will inflate and deflate as if they are your erection's own muscles. The tubing will gather your essence and place them into two crystals before we can clean them and ready them for mixing into an egg. I am afraid that if either heart rate goes too high, we will have to stop the procedure for the day. Ready?" Pausing a moment to let them voice any concerns or questions, Christopher nodded and turned to start the machines from the small panels on either side of each station.

As both stations started and the curtain was pulled to give them privacy, Remy looked to his right and saw Logan looking back at him, and reached out a hand for his lover to hold.

"Doin' okay?"

Remy nodded, tiredly. "Oui. Et toi?"

Logan grunted as a tight squeeze caught him off guard. "Yea." He smiled. "Just think, in half an age, we'll have our own son."

Smiling back and closing his eyes to moan and let the feeling of the balloon around him relax his body, Remy's heart rate began to steadily climb. He felt a small squeeze of his right hand as Logan whispered for him to relax. He nodded and felt himself come as the thin tube inside his erection sucked the seed out and into a crystal that had been nestled in the front of the arm, in front of Remy.

Hearing Remy moan and "mm" from the procedure, Logan had started to release as well. It had felt so good that the time had begun to slip quickly by and when he opened his eyes again, Logan looked over to watch the carer tend to Remy's station as Remy's heart rate had spiked quite a bit. "Is he alright? Do we need to stop?"

Christopher continued to tend to Remy but answered the questions as he worked. "No no, he's fine. It is a little high but we are almost done." He was talking to Remy now, who had turned to watch what the carer was doing. "Just relax. You're doing well."

Logan's station chimed first and Christopher moved from his desk to tend to the full crystal before helping the older man unhook himself from the station. The crystal was placed in a felt box on a tray, on the table, while Christopher tended to Remy as the second station chimed complete. "The wash basin is behind the curtain, to your right, and you may get dressed now. Thank you."

"Before you get up, Mister LeBeau, I have to ask that you take a few moments to relax and to let your heart rate return to normal before you try standing or walking. Moving too soon after the procedure can be disorienting." Christopher patted Remy on the shoulder before unhooking him from the station.

Remy had only nodded in response before closing his eyes to rest. The room temperature was cool to his naked body and he shivered a bit but hadn't bothered asking for a cover.

As Logan finished washing up and getting dressed, he walked over to where Christopher sat, at the table, and asked the man a question. "How's he doin? Will it be okay to continue?" He had been worried when he saw the weariness in Remy's expression as they held hands.

Christopher put down his pen and turned to look at the other man. Adjusting his glasses, he took a moment to assess the situation before thinking of the best way to tell Logan about the man's lover. "I've seen this in several couples. They over-exert themselves or are too tired to do the procedure but yet do it anyway. His heart rate was below the level of too high but it was up there. Whatever he has been doing for the past week or two, has been taxing on his system. Your child will be fine but, if your husband doesn't relax more, he will end up in the treatment pod. Take care of him."

Logan focused on his dozing lover. "Thanks."


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