Worlds Collide

***SPECIAL REPORT***

"This is breaking news from one of our weather satelites. There appears to be, what researchers say, a spaceship entering our orbit. We will keep you updated as the situation progresses. I'm Ted Smithson, see you at Ten."

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"...reports of an unidentified object in our atmosphere. Keep tuned to MNB for live coverage."

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"Breaking news out of Uteria, what appears to be a shuttle is now landing just outside of the city limits. Craig Lawson is on the scene for coverage, Craig?"

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Remy turned off the monitor and finished vacuuming the livingroom. He shook his head and mumbled to himself, "UFOs.... what next? An invasion?" It was his day off from working at the cruiser shop, so he decided to clean the house up before Logan came home. Pushing his long auburn locks over his shoulders, he hurried with the compact but somewhat lethargic bubble of a machine as it cleaned the room row by row.

The front door opened and Logan stepped in, muddy and dirty from working outside all day. He paused in the doorway as Remy pointed a finger at him and threathened him not to move. "How many times are you gonna clean? You just did this last month." Like Remy's occupation, Logan worked mainly on vehicles but, Logan repaired roamers and satelites for the Alpherian orbit.

Putting the bubble down and walking over to wrap his arms around Logan's shoulders and kiss him, Remy smiled and started unsnapping Logan's jumper. "An' in dat short of time, it got dirty again. Sides, my parents are comin' over. C'mon, let's get you in de bath an' cleaned up before dey get here." Kissing the man again, Remy rubbed his left palm over the firm erection that had been hidden behind the jumper. Peeling away the dirty cloth, he bent down to help Logan out of his boots and tossed the suit into the basket by the door.

Logan turned to close the door, spotting the neighbours across the way. He waved to the two men as they stood on thier craftpad. Closing the door, he followed a now naked Remy to the bathroom. "I don't know how long I can stay. They want all of the techs on standby, in case this shuttle 'thing' becomes a problem. I may have to go back in, in the middle of dinner." Standing in the doorway, he watched Remy get the bath ready before pulling his husband close and kissing him.

Remy frowned but nodded. "Do dey know what it is, at all?"

Shaking his head, Logan ran his hands over the tight, soft plains of Remy's backside. "Nope. Strange symbols and colours on the sides of it but, no sign of life. You know as much as I do."

"Hnn." Remy turned back to shut the water off. "Get de towels, would you. I put some clean ones on de bed." He had already added bubbles and scents to it, now all that was left, was he and Logan.

As Logan walked back into the small room, he handed Remy the towels before stepping into the black marble basin and sitting down. Helping Remy in by holding his hand before grabbing his hips as Remy lowered himself down, facing Logan, they kissed. "So, why are your parents coming over, tonight? Why not tomorrow?" Inhaling as puddles of warm water caressed his chest, Logan smiled up at Remy. "Don't they remember what tonight is?"

Remy stared at his lover's chest and massaged it with his palms, softly. "Poppa says dat dadda had a dream about us. Dey just want to check and make sure we're alright." Starting with Logan's lips, Remy kissed his way to Logan's collarbone. Stopping at a hard pink nipple, he looked up. "You don't t'ink it has anythin' to do wit' dis shuttle, do you?"

"Nah. You know how Andrew worries about every little thing. Thier baby ain't home anymore so, the parent-mares close in." They kissed again before Logan reached down to lift Remy up so that he could dull the ache of his erection with Remy's tight body around it. They timed their play as they washed so that they could do both and have fun but, as they were about to orgasm, Logan's com beeped from the other room. "Unh, I have to go in."

Smirking and leaning closer, still moving up and down, Remy kissed Logan as he whispered, "You already are."

Logan smirked as well and held Remy to him. "That ain't what I meant. I have to go back to work."

"It's our anniversary. Dey told you dat you get it off."

"I'm sorry, Rem. You know nothing could usually keep me a way from spendin' a day in bed with you but, with this shuttle.... it's gonna create alot of panic. All stations have to be ready." The beeper sounded again and kept them from finishing thier play.

Remy shrugged and got off, disappointed that they couldn't spend their day and night together. "Stupid shuttle."

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The ding of the door came just as Remy walked out of the bedroom. Fixing the cuffs on his long purple sleeves, he opened the door and smiled as he greeted his parents. "Poppa, dadda." A hug and a kiss to each before inviting them in to sit in the livingroom. "Logan is getting ready to go back to work, all because o' de shuttle." He sat across from them and kept the smile on his face until Logan walked out of the bedroom.

Andrew, Remy's dadda, stood up and kissed and hugged his son-in-law before his husband, Jean-Luc, stood up and followed suit. "They have you going back to work during this? You'd think thier Majesties would have the men stay home with thier families. I just hope the Kings know what they're doing, putting our young men on the lines like this." He stared into Logan's eyes with such worry that something was going to happen to Logan but, softened as Jean-Luc rubbed his back and reassured him Logan would be all right. Andrew was a year younger than his husband, not showing any grey at all but definately worried about more than he should have. His brown hair was short and well-groomed and gave a curly look to it when he shook his head. Remy had taken after him with his bone structure, as the other 3 boys had taken after Jean-Luc.

Logan shrugged and sighed, "I'm sorry. I'd love to stay and spend the evening with you but, I guess this is as good a reason to get a pardon from my anniversary with Remy." Turning to Remy, they kissed as he stepped past and headed towards the door. "Love you, be back as soon as I can." He finished snapping up the last few poppers of his clean jumper and turned to smile and blow a kiss to Remy before closing the door behind him.

"Dinner will be ready in about an hour. It's been cookin all day. Drinks?" Remy smiled and happily waited on his parents and made small talk about what they thought the shuttle was, and why it decided to plunge into their sky.

Jean-Luc had busied himself with watching Remy move around the kitchen, while Andrew made himself at home looking at pictures of both Remy and Logan that hung on the walls of the livingroom. "Does Logan know why he's being called back ta work? Dis shuttle sounds like de King's guards oughta be takin' care of t'ings." He was dressed in a nice shirt that Andrew had talked him into wearing, and pressed pants as if he were going to a meeting.

Shaking his head, Remy grabbed the mits and pulled out a roast from the oven. "He just said dat dey were on call in case somet'in happens wit' de shuttle." Placing the glass tray on a pad, he turned to his father and leaned on the countre across from him. "Poppa, I don' like dis job he's in. He comes home, too tired for sex, barely eats, long hours, smokes way too much. Mebbe de honeymoon is over?"

"Non. Logan's still in love wit' you, mon fils. He's just busy wit' all of dis strange stuff dat's been goin' on lately. He wouldn't have married you if he didn't love you and want you for always." Jean-Luc placed a hand on Remy's shoulder and reassured him before turning his attention to Andrew, in the other room.

"The shuttle's landed, and the Kings are there to greet the.... visitors?" Andrew had turned on the monitor and stood a few feets away from the screen as he watched the news. "They look like aliens. I hope that isn't their skin." The massive white shuttle had landed, thrusters to the ground, and 4 beings climbed down a small ladder to stand face to face with the Kings of Alpheria. "Oh my!" He was in shock as he stared at the screen. "They're taking thier heads off, in front of King Cornelius and King Erik."

Remy and Jean-Luc gave quizzical looks to each other as they listened, and came around the corner to see what Andrew fussed over. "Poppa, dey look like us. But, dey can't be Alpherians. Can dey?" Looking for answers in his father, Remy stepped closer to his parents as Jean-Luc held a disbelieving Andrew in his arms.

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"Hey, Logan! How's your little man? Is he really pissed about you spending your anniversary away from him?" Grant, Logan's pal in the field, called to him across the hangar lockerroom.

Logan smiled and placed his personal items back into his locker and shut the door. "Naw, that's all the fun of make-up sex." Strolling over and sitting down on the bench while waiting for his friend to finish dressing again, he added, "What's the latest on this shuttle thing? Anyone know where it came from?"

Grant shook his head and snapped up his jumper before turning to face Logan. "It landed just before you got here. The aliens inside took off thier heads in front of the Kings, four of them. King Cornelius is calling a conference and the palace guards are standing by. King Erik wants a closer look to examine these creatures and thier craft before turning them over to the public. We get temporarily promoted to guards until His Majesty is satisfied with his inspection."

The crewchief opened the hangar door and walked several steps into the large room before stopping and shouting over the chatter from the small group of men. "Let's go boys! Thier Majesties have requested that ALL personnel be on the pads. Keep your eyes open and try to steer the media clear until King Erik readies his statement. Call the other halfs if you need to. Right now, get out there!"

The men filed out in no particular semblance, Logan talking and laughing to the blond haired man besidde him. They made jokes about what the beings may look like or what they might want, in terms of food or fuels. However, neither, nor any other of the group, had thought that the small shuttle would be massive, and the being had bigger bodies than heads, while holding thier outer heads in thier arms. All fourteen men stopped in the doorway to the hangar, and stared with their mouths agape.

"I think I need to call and tell Remy I probably won't be home this week." The awe in Logan's voice clung to him as he filed stifly forward into position. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his com and dialed home. "This is gonna be one long make-up sex."


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