have to do once Tink has disrupted the power. It’ll be
your only chance.”
“ And what about you?” Zane couldn’t help but feel sadness.
Having Motac within him was, he hated to admit, comfortable. Like
the being was an important part of him, like his lungs or his
heart. Without it, he felt unable to function. Sure, that could be
a reaction to the eternal extracting himself from Zane, but still,
the feeling of loss was tangible.
“ I will leave you. If I can’t be a part of you, then I am
nothing to you.”
Zane
swallowed hard. Motac had proved himself. He had left Zane when he
was asked. What other proof did he need? “All righty then, I’ll let
you leave on one condition.”
“ I thought you made it perfectly clear you didn’t want me,
Zane.”
“ I’m givin’ you another chance.”
“ You are?”
Zane
looked around the room they had found themselves in. It was a good
size, comfortable for him to stand within, anyway. An access way
was on the floor about ten paces away from their entrance. He
assumed that went down to the control section of the induction flow
machine. “Yeah, I’m giving you one chance to prove yourself beyond
doubt.”
“ Name it,” Motac said, his voice holding cheer for the first
time since he’d left Zane. “I’ll do anything to remain with you,
beautiful Zane. I’ve never been with someone like you. You are, for
the lack of a better word, unique.”
Zane smiled. “I was hopin’ you’d say that. I…I find you
strangely beautiful too.” He reached out and held Motac, running
his hands over his smooth body that held substance, something that
surprised him. To call the eternals shadows was misleading. They
were beings just like any other, having form and substance when
outside of their host. “Anyway, to put it in simple terms, I want
us to fuck—just you and me. I want you to stay as an eternal dude
so we can hold each other, really get to know each other before you
return to bein’ a voice inside my head. It’ll be the only way I can
really let go and trust you. People—humans, I mean, we have a sort
of unwritten rule — if we can’t eat it, have sex with it. We also have another. If
we have sex with it, we can learn to trust it and then that sex can
become love. In other words, until we touch dicks and swap saliva
and play hide the sausage, I don’t know if I could ever trust you.
You’ve got to be more than a voice in my head. It’s as simple as
that.”
Motac
returned the embrace. “You wanted to do that all along, didn’t
you?”
Zane
blushed, but could feel the excitement grow within him. “I think
you know me well.”
“ I think I understand. You humans need to touch something
before they believe it’s real, don’t you? Because I was inside you,
you didn’t trust me because you couldn’t face me man to man. That’s
it, isn’t it?”
“ Yeah, you got it in one. If a dude can’t look into another
dude’s eyes while he’s suckin’ his cock, how can he ever trust
him?”
Motac
kissed Zane on his cheek, an action that sent shivers of delight
though him. “You want me to suck your dick first then,
beautiful?”
“ Now you’re talkin’ my language.”
Motac
didn’t need any more encouragement than that. Motac was on his
knees, holding Zane’s dick with enough pressure to know he meant
business, a smile on his shimmering shadow-like face. “Do you like
this?”
Before
Zane could answer, Motac opened his mouth. The darkness inside was
eternal, like staring down into an abyss. Zane shuddered when Motac
took him, making sure the whole of his ample length sank into that
darkness.
Motac
slurped and applied a gentle suction as he began working his lips
over Zane’s cock, pushing on the base of it to keep Zane’s foreskin
retracted so he could taste his goodness, enjoy every nuance his
cock offered as it became more and more engorged. When the moment
was right, when Zane’s stomach had those delicious butterflies
within it he only
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