Ren Coulter is used to working alone. As a special agent in the Paranormal Operations Unit of the border patrol, he is to infiltrate a reputed drug lord’s compound in Nogales, Arizona. His mission is to learn the source of a very dangerous and addictive new drug. He goes in drag, disguised as a glamorous young woman, to catch Mendoza’s roving eye. Even before he meets Mendoza, he encounters a Mendoza’s striking body guard.. Despite his lone wolf habits, Ren sees advantages in working together. Still, trust comes slowly and not without a hitch, but soon they must rely on one another to survive.
Darzul Onaygan has been sent from his home world of Arzula to blend in with the earthlings and help them fight off the evil alien invaders. Bisexual as most Arzulans are, many even able to switch gender at will, he finds Ren very attractive in both his guises. He sees Ren is interested but shocked to learn his new friend is not from earth. Darzul knows it takes more than hot sex to build a partnership. While outside threats may force them to work together, that alone cannot forge a bond. Will they live long enough to accomplish their mission and become real partners?
Darzul sprang out of his chair. “I know what we need,” he said, his tone sharp and decisive. “Come here. We can burn some of this off and enjoy ourselves at the same time.”
Ren nodded, though moved more slowly. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Are we both ready to take this step?”
Darzul twitched one shoulder in an irritable shrug. “What’s to take? I’m not asking for any promises or even avowals of affection. It’s lust, release, pure and simple. You’re here; I’m here. We both get what we need and go on our way.”
Still Ren hesitated.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? You were good with this the night you crashed Mendoza’s party, when we were both in bed with him. How is this different?”
“For a start, it’s just us and not a game or role we’re playing now. Hell, I don’t even know what you really look like. I’ve met a few actual aliens and they weren’t anything I wanted to get intimate with. Ever see a Trogue? How about the Ophidians? Without their earth-disguises they look like snakes, lizards, or toads! I’m not sucking or fucking any reptile or some monster with a shell-skin that eats dirt.”
Darzul hooted with laughter. “Where’s your sense of adventure? Seriously, I haven’t altered my appearance very much. What you see is what you’re gonna get.” He shimmered and solidified again right in front of Ren, now nude. He still had two arms, two legs, humanistic features, and normal male organs, although his skin held a near-metallic sheen of coppery gold and his eyes were a brilliant aquamarine, hedged with deep violet lashes that matched his curly purple hair.
Ren gulped. “Whoa. You look like a weird elf who fell into the Easter Bunny’s color kit or something.”
Once more Darzul laughed. “Arzulans are probably distant cousins to the elves. I know a few elves, know more of or about them. Enough gab. Time to stop talking and start doing.”
He reached out with both arms, long arms, and without seeming to move he suddenly bumped hard against Ren, wrapping those arms around him. Darzul’s bare cock twitched, poking against Ren’s groin, pushing as if seeking a route through the stiff fabric of Ren’s jeans.
Freeing one hand, the Arzulan slid it between them and began to work first on Ren’s belt and then the fly. “You’re overdressed,” he muttered, the words muffled against Ren’s lips as their mouths met and merged. “I don’t care what you look like, real or illusion. I want your clothes off!”