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I never, not really, believed either of us would have the beautiful Earther whom fate threw into our cell. But when the back of my mind wandered and I imagined one of us would have her, she always picked me.

And my mind was very clever in the ways it depicted the things we would do together. Before we invaded Axxon Prime, I got a glimpse of the planet in strategy trainings. It was a beautiful planet filled with purple trees covered with scarlet leaves. The pale purple sky was studded with pink clouds.

Since I met Willow, my thoughts have been filled with images of her and me on a blanket in the tall purple grasses of that planet. In my waking dreams, my cock worked just fine, and she loved it as much as she loved me.

I’ve known her a couple handfuls of days, but in my mind I’ve sheathed my cock in her warm channel a hundred times. She’s smiled and laughed and happily taken my thick manhood into her mouth at least that many times—in my fantasies.

Since Valor bit my device out, my body responds to these sexual imaginings, hardening my cock at all times of the day and night. Sometimes it wakes me from a sound sleep.

But it’s not just my lustful thoughts that swarm my head morning and night, it’s pictures of her happy smile and throaty laugh. In my daydreams, she tells me her secrets and I share mine with her. My favorite thing, though, is when I soothe her.

Valor does it now, but in my fantasies I’m the one she runs to when she needs to be calmed and protected.

Even though watching them kiss makes all of my fantasies dry up and die, my cock hasn’t gotten the message. It’s still hard and aching for her. If I could, I’d force it to stand down, because the dreams I had that we’d escape this planet and Willow and I would share a life somewhere safe have all been dashed by the kiss she just shared with Valor.

I’m dying inside, even though my face is hard and solid as stone. It’s a trick I learned when I was a boy. Keep any feelings inside, never let the guards see the meagerest hint of weakness. Back then, I didn’t know that what was going on inside me were emotions. I had no name for them. I just knew that to show them would mean punishment.

I’m not sure I’m doing a good job of hiding my emotions now, though. I’m jealous of the only friend I’ve ever had. The Feds must have trained me better than I was aware. For the swiftest moment, I picture launching across the cell and choking him until his eyes are dead and sightless.

That kiss. So sweet. Even as I watch, even as I hate him for being the lucky recipient, I imagine she’s pressing her lips to mine. My body reacts as if it’s really happening. Every cell in my body lights up as if I’d struck a match to it.

They’re talking to each other through their mindspeak. Both of them glance my way. What are they saying? Look at how pathetic Braveheart is? Poor Braveheart? Look at him, he’s the loser?

I don’t quite know what to make of things when Willow rises from his bed and gives me the shyest smile. Is she embarrassed? Probably. A good person wouldn’t have been watching them like it’s the galaxy’s most entertaining vid.

She walks to me and kneels on the floor near my bed. Has she forgotten the vermin? And the psychotic assholes surrounding us?

“I want to kiss you, too, Braveheart.”

She whispered that. I don’t believe I heard her correctly. I’m too dumbfounded to move or even ask, “What?”

Her face flushes pink. It happens every time she has to use the toilet. I think it shows her embarrassment. My chest tightens. I don’t want to cause her pain.

“What?” I ask belatedly.

“Can I kiss you?”

I’m not sure I heard her right this time, either. I was so focused on how close those perfect pink lips were to mine. I shake my head, trying to bring my thoughts online.

“Kiss?” I manage to splutter.

She reaches over and presses the pad of her finger across my lips, stroking back and forth. While she does this, her eyes flutter closed and her top teeth capture her bottom lip.

Some part deep inside me realizes this isn’t a fantasy. The female of my dreams wants to kiss me. I don’t know how I feel about Valor’s scent on her. My competitive impulses are strong, yet he’s the best friend I’ve ever had. We’ve shared food and blankets and a hatred of the same things. I’m not sure it’s a bad thing to share this beautiful female who left his bed to come to mine.

Could he have possibly given her permission? I’m not sure I would have been so generous.