In the next thrilling episode of the Diary of the Eternal War, Zane and company find themselves heading for Supernova on Twine, humanity’s future defensive space station. The eternals, or time vampires, have taken their homeworld, Parenthesis, into the future to capture the station. The result will send ripples back in time to expedite humanity’s capture and ensure the eternals have food throughout all of history. Zane is determined to stop them at all costs, but this time he’s not alone…literally. Motac, a coalition eternal and on the side of good, resides within him. Together they discover that not only can two beings live symbiotically for both their mutual benefit, but there can be love too—love that can defeat evil, no matter how great. Trouble is, the eternal threat is extremely great. Will Zane and Motac’s new found alliance be enough? Or will Tink, Mirko and all of Zane’s friends perish as Parenthesis prepares for its first deadly strike?
Motac then said, his voice like a rasp, dry and sore like it was the first time he’d used his vocal cords in a long time, “I will tell you what you 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.”
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 ever got when a bloke sucked on him like his dick gave him the very breath of his life, he grabbed the eternal’s head. To do so was to encourage him to gain a rhythm that wasn’t too fast or too slow.