Mechanical Heart [Defense Troopers 1]

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 2

Valkin stood there looking at the two small men in front of him. They didn't know it, but although always at a distance, Valkin had seen them both before. He knew that they lived with the elderly man Trek and Shen were working for while trying to fix their battle capacitator.

Most people were terrified when they saw Valkin and his men coming, just as the man with the shoulder length brown hair was. However, the shorter, sexy one with the short spiky dark hair and blue tips, looked more intrigued. Valkin didn't know what to think about him. Well, he did think the man would be wild in bed, but sadly, there would be no time to discover if he was correct.

"Are you trying to tell Marty and I that you're aliens?" the small sexy one asked.

Faruke stepped forward, held his hand out, saying, "We are not here for a discussion. Hand over our battle capacitator and we shall leave."

"Wh──What's a battle capacitator?" Marty asked nervously.

Faruke growled, "None of your business."

The short one raised a brow, saying, "Well, then it's none of your business where it is, then."

Marty gasped, "Bryton, don't piss off the space men with guns."

Bryton turned to his friend, "I don't believe they want to shoot us, Marty. If they did they would have done it already. That one's just an ass," he said pointing to Faruke.

Valkin was impressed by Bryton's courage, but he didn't have time to play games right now.

Marston and his men were days ahead of them, and if they didn't get the capacitator up and running, they would be left practically defenseless if the bastard attacked. Right now, they had only their hand weapons, but any other form of defense was lost to them as long as the battle capacitator was nonfunctional. "Look, Bryton is correct. We do not wish to harm you. However, we must have our instrument back before our enemy finds us and attacks."

"All I took from the room was this," Marty said pulling out the small device from his back pocket.

Faruke went to take it, but Bryton jumped in front of Marty. "Back off, buster! How do we know you won't kill us once we hand it over?"

"Why don't I just kill you now and take it? That would save us a lot of grief from you," Faruke snapped.

Bryton swallowed hard and fear filled his beautiful blue eyes. Valkin felt anger overcome him at his friend and instinctively jumped in front of Bryton, hissing, "Harm one hair on this man's head and I will kill you where you stand."

Faruke drew back gasping, "Are you seriously threatening me, Valkin? You take sides with the humans over your own army and friends?"

"I do not wish to harm any of you, Faruke, but I cannot stop myself from protecting that which I feel is mine. Just back off and let me think." Valkin replied, confused by his thoughts and words.

Greton stepped forward. "Valkin, are you saying that the mouthy one is your solomente?"

"Hey!" Bryton interjected, stepping one foot forward.

His friend grabbed his arm, whispering, "Not now, Bry."

Shaking his head, Valkin replied, "I do not know. I only can tell you that I will kill anyone that attempts to touch or harm him in any way."

With a nod, Greton grasped Faruke's arm. "Back up, Colonel. Let us give the young humans the space Valkin requires."

Faruke growled, "Fine, but we need that capacitator. We are running out of time. I can feel Marston getting closer."

Marty stepped forward, handing Faruke the device, saying, "Look, we aren't trying to steal anything from you. I thought your friends were taking things from my father's salvage yard.

Now, I don't understand everything going on here, but I don't want my dad hurt. So, why don't you just explain the problem?"

"We need to go someplace more private," Greton replied looking around with uncertainty.

Bryton nodded, "Let's go to our place. I think whatever it is you have to say, Marty's dad should hear."

Marty looked as if he was about to argue, when Bryton firmed his tone, "This is your father's place and if trouble is on its way here, the man has a right to know who is coming, what he wants, and who these people are."

Marty sighed then nodded. "You're right. Let's go."

They all made their way to Marty's house. Valkin could see that it was an old two-story home, but it was also well maintained. A small yard was surrounded by a white picket fence with red and yellow roses aligning the sides. It was nice and looked comfortable. Walking up the stairs, Marty opened the door, yelling, "Dad? Dad, are you here?"

"I'm upstairs, son," his father yelled out.

"Dad, can you come down here, please?" Marty shouted back.

"Just don't come in all commando. We haven't eaten yet," Bryton said loudly.

The man didn't respond right away, then finally said, "Just give me a minute."

Bryton turned to Faruke, "Can you please put that away? Guns are not a way to ask for help."

A smoking mist encircled Faruke's arm, as the man said, "I didn't ask you for anything."

Bryton looked at Valkin. Valkin felt himself being drawn to the man's ocean blue depths.

Bryton's next words had him stopping from making a stupid move, "What the hell was your friend talking about? What's a solomente? Why do I want to jump on you and ride you like a cowboy does a bucking bull? And are you seeing anyone?"

"Bryton!" Marty exclaimed in shock.

Bryton turned to his friend, rapidly saying, "What? It's true. I look at him and am coming up with about six different positions I would like to find us in."

Valkin licked his suddenly dry lips, saying, "Centuries ago, the Gods created our world known as Apparti-Garu. We did not look as we do today. Instead, my people had eight limbs and two heads."

"Well, damn, that sounds like giant spiders in a Sci-fi flick. I am so glad you don't look like that now," Bryton muttered.

Laughing, Valkin replied, "Yes, little one. I am, too. Anyway, there were men placed in charge of our safety and care. We called them Deity. The powers they were given were so much so, that instead of leading our people, they began to rule over them. The Deity knew that my people could not fight against them, so they took, beat, and demeaned my people to the point of madness and even suicide."

"Giant spider bullies, great," Bryton said with a shudder.

Nodding, Valkin explained, "If one found a man or woman they wanted, they took them without care that the person they were after was already bound to another. It was a time of terror and fear for my people. Many began to pray to the Gods, but no one seemed to hear or care. That is, until the day the Deity decided to take over the place of the Gods. With threats to my peoples' loved ones, the Deity created an army. The plan was to attack and kill the Gods, then take over in their stead."

"Well, that isn't very unique," Bryton murmured.

Shrugging, Valkin replied, "Some very brave men broke from the army and warned the Gods.

The Gods acted quickly. They knew that they had more power against one, maybe two, however, if the Deity joined forces as they had planned, the Gods could lose. So they came up with a plan.

They needed to weaken the Deity as well as the others. So the Gods appeared as one and cast a great ball of energy that took the Deity powers and combined them into a vat. It also split our forms in two, then scattered them around the universe. This weakened my people and stopped the war from even beginning."

"I don't understand. If they had powers or gifts or whatever, why would that make them weak?"

Bryton asked.

Walking to Bryton, Valkin brushed a strand of hair from his face whispering, "Do you not yearn for the time you can bond with one man or woman?"

"Man. I am stricklydickly," Bryton stated firmly.

Valkin laughed, "Well, that is very good. However, I am asking, do you not wish to grow and expand into the best version of yourself? Have someone that, when in time of need, you know you can rely on them to work with you in order to right your world once again? Do you not wish to have someone that not only understands you, but accepts your flaws as well as your greatness?

Someone that can finish a sentence you start, or just know when you need a gentle hand."

Leaning down, Valkin took the small man's wrist with gentle fingers, softly brushed his lips across Bryton's, causing the young man to whimper as Valkin drew back, whispering, "Do you not yearn to have someone in your bed that can keep you warm at night and share your passions with every night and every morning?"

Valkin could hear Bryton's breath pick up speed, and his pulse beat rapidly as he swallowed hard, rasping, "God, yes!"

"Does your heart tell you that you are closer to this goal than you were before you awoke this morning?" Valkin asked.

Bryton licked his dry lips whispering, "I don't know about my heart, but my d**k sure does."

Valkin threw his head back and gave a boisterous laugh, then looked back at Bryton, saying,

"You, my solomente, are going to be hell on wheels and keep me very much on my toes."

"Back away from my boys or I will fill you all full of buckshot," a deep angry voice said from the stairs.

Everything happened so fast, Valkin never knew who fired first.

Faruke immediately brought his arm up and it shifted into an AR15. Bryton gasped and jumped in front of the old man screaming, "No!"

Guns went off as Valkin jumped at Faruke and knocked him to the ground. Feeling a searing hot pain in his side, Valkin knew he had been shot, but his fear was on his solomente. Turning to see his little man, eyes rounded, fall to the ground.