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mostly cooked and eats it carefully, savoring the taste.
    “I wanted to apologize. For before.” Alan says. “I didn’t mean to spout stereotypes about your people.”
    “They’re true, aren’t they?” Vash sighs. “My people do become ever more mercenary as time goes by. Once we had codes of honor, but war and blood have stolen even those from us. We have put aside research and learning to pursue the art of war and the way to victory at any cost.”
    “I never thought I would hear a Karalian say that.” Alan wonders if he’s made a misstep again, but remains quiet.
    “No race is only one voice,” Vash says. “You have cruel men within your ranks as well. Men who would see us wiped out than come to any kind of agreement.”
    “True enough.” Alan concedes the point. “The war’s a million miles away right now, though. What do you think we should do while we wait for rescue?”
    “Eat. Sleep. Learn what we can from these colonists about this planet.” Vash wipes the blood from his mouth. “Find warm water. I need to wash.”
    Alan smiles, letting his guard down. “You and me both, Vash.”
     
    * * *
     
    They spend the day looking over worn books, tearing out maps and anything else that might be of use. They descend and hurry inside the building, shuttering the doors of their room against the coming storm. It beats on the roof and howls around the building as they cower in the dark.
    Vash finds some candles and with a flick of his fingers, lights them and places them around the room. The warm glow seems to set them both at ease and they sit in their beds, huddling tightly in their blankets.
    “What’s it like... having magic?” Alan asks, his curiosity getting the better of him.
    “What’s it like not having magic?” Vash asks in response. “I can’t imagine a life without it. How do Humans cope?”
    “Technology, I guess,” Alan guesses. “We’ve never had magic, so I doubt we’d know what to do with it if we did.”
    “I suppose not,” Vash says. “Do you have family at home?”
    “Yeah,” Alan says. “My parents, and my little brother, Chester.”
    “No mate?”
    Alan smiles a little at the translation. “No. No... mate.”
    “I see.”
    “You?”
    “No mate either. Or family.” Vash looks pensive as he says it, as if speaking of something he once had and lost. Best not to probe him about it, Alan realizes.
    At some point the conversation dies out, and with it the storm raging outside. They both settle into a quiet slumber. Alan wakes first, hearing a noise at the very edge of his hearing. Staying still, he opens one eye a fraction to see Vash sitting on the edge of his  bed, naked. The candlelight dances off his features, almost human in nature except for the red patterns that cover his whole body except for his prick. Which, Alan realizes, is hard as a rock. He bites his lip as he realizes what the gasping noise is and sure enough, he sees Vash grasp his cock in a tight hand, stroking it gently. 
    Alan knows he should look away, but he can’t. He’s entranced by Vash’s closed eyes, the way he concentrates on a body that deserves to be concentrated on. Alan bites his lip as he contemplates the Karalian’s massive cock. He realizes it’s been a long time since he thought about anything sexual, his pilot days filled with fighting for his life and catching sleep when he could. Now he’s faced with an attractive man, he can’t help but feel himself grow hard under the covers. You’d have to be made of ice not to. Look at him, it’s as if the Gods sculpted a perfect man. He hears another gasp and concentrates, knowing that if he moves, Vash will hear him and know he’s been watching. His prick aches, but he stays as still as a statue as Vash’s pace quickens.
    Vash stifles a cry as he comes, seed spilling onto his chest as he utters an alien word. It’s a beautiful whisper, foreign and exotic, adding spice to an already hot scene. Alan can’t hold back anymore as