Love Is Always Write Volume 4

entwined lovers.
    Darien moaned and groaned an incoherent litany; just a few words made sense to Kekoa. "Good … hard … mercy … forever."
    Minutes or eons later, Kekoa's body froze as Darien screamed his orgasm, twisting his cock with an intimate, muscled fist. Then he exploded, inundating his mate, white flashes blurring his vision. The solid walls of the temple vibrated with his own cry.
    Kekoa crumbled over Darien, exhausted and sated like never before in his six hundred years. Not even two simultaneous lovers had given him this ecstatic relief. The swirling energy signaling the union with his mate enveloped them. He rolled, pulling Darien with him and cradling the red head in his arms, the disheveled curls tickling his chin.
    On the verge of sailing to the land of dreams, Kekoa opened his eyes to give silent thanks to Meha.
    He could have sworn he saw the goddess smiling.
    CHAPTER 10
    The sixty-first day found them immersed in an idyllic trance. If a smidge of doubt had ever tried to dampen Darien's happiness, Kekoa's truthful kisses quickly chased it away. He prayed deep in his heart his family had given him up for dead and never tried to come back to Colvis.
    Being a son of a consul of the Federation, that hope was pure wishful thinking.
    "Masters, a starship of the Federation is hailing us." The voice of the head android hovered over their tangled limbs.
    Kekoa pulled Darien's now shoulder-length hair playfully. "Is it that day already?"
    "Ouch." Darien swatted Kekoa in an equally child-like manner. He sighed. "I was dreading this moment."
    "Send a confusion signal. That would give us time to be presentable," Kekoa ordered.
    "Yes, master."
    They dressed for war.
    ****
    Ben's scowl welcomed them. "Release my brother, you bastard." He could not see them holding hands out of the screen's range.
    "Your brother is not a prisoner."
    "I want to hear it from him," Ben spat, visibly offended. Fumes literally rose from his head.
    "Ben, this is my home now. We're mated." Darien gave his brother a don't you dare contradict me face.
    "Jamming asteroids, Darien; what is this mated nonsense? He's not even human!" Ben growled, frustrated. "What have you been inhaling?" He flailed his arms. "This is not normal. He has white hair, and you loathe that!"
    "Stop it. Turn around and let me be. We don't have to forget each other, but this is my place now." It hurt, but it would hurt more to lose Kekoa.
    Ben sighed, his entire demeanor changing. "I didn't want to resort to this, but you leave me no other option." He punched several controls on the panel in front of him. A hologram of Consul Muselet—their father—appeared.
    "Captain Muselet, this is not a request but an order of the Federation. You're to board Admiral Muselet's starship immediately, or we declare war on the individual holding you on Planet XZ345. The admiral has the complete fleet at his disposal to proceed in whichever manner he deems necessary."
    Darien shook his head. Kekoa's hand stroked his lower back, soothing him.
    "Please, little brother, don't do this," Ben pleaded. Darien knew that either way their relationship would never be the same again.
    "Give me a moment, Ben." Darien held his hand out and blurred the screen by punching a key. He turned to his mate. "We have the power to conquer galaxies in this planet, right?"
    "Yes." Kekoa nodded.
    "We can take the entire Federation Fleet down, right?"
    "Yes." Kekoa hugged him. "But that doesn't mean they would not keep coming."
    "I feel my duty is to you and Meha. You're my family now," Darien murmured, squeezing Kekoa.
    "Whatever decision you make, I'll stand by you." Kekoa kissed his nose, ruffling his hair.
    "I cannot let them destroy this planet. I promise I'll come back." Tears fought to surface, but Darien stood his ground.
    "I know you will. We will be together again." This time Kekoa covered his mouth, letting him know how much he needed him, how much he would miss him.
    "This is to save our home." Darien said it more to convince himself than Kekoa. He cleared the screen, aiming for nonchalant but failing miserably. "Send an effing transport to pick me up, you whore."
    Eons ago, I thought hara-kiri would be my worst outcome.
    Ben simply nodded with the saddest smile Darien had ever seen before.
    ****
    They teleported to the surface, holding hands until his transport arrived.
    Their lips met and locked in a kiss to last him a lifetime, enough to keep him going until he was able to return. "Kekoa