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Author: Dragonia27
Title: Zeke Waiting
Summary:  Zeke is waiting for his partner, Kyle.  Kyle gets some unexpected news on his way off for the day.
Warnings/Rating: T, some strong language, yaoi mentioned and occurs near the very end of the work.
A/N:  Characters belong to the wonderful dylazuna, as do the concepts.  I wrote this for her and the entertainment of her and her watchers.

Night fell and there were so many things that went bump in the night that Zeke kept his gun on him nearly all the time.  There was nothing wrong with that, he thought.  After all, who knew what things were out there.  Okay, well, he did but that was beside the point.
His...home...was as secure and hidden as he could make it.  It was out in an older part of the city, one that people didn't frequent even on their most drunken nights.  Unfortunately, it was in between the two parts of town that people did live in so there was always the chance of getting caught.  Hey, a guy had to eat after all.
Besides, he didn't want to be too far away from Kyle.  Nope, he ran his hand down the bike, not too far at all.  This was his baby and one of the few possessions he kept.  Everything else that wasn't clothes, ammo or food was out.  Or cigars.  He kept those too.  They fit into the saddle bags on the bike so he didn't feel bad about indulging in them.  Not in the least.
Kyle.  Zeke's mind wandered to his lover for the hundredth time in God knows how many hours.  Going weeks, sometimes, without seeing your lover would do that to a guy.  Ever since he got the promotion it was hell seeing him.  Kyle had done his best to keep Zeke's profile out of the DNA bank.  But whatever power was in charge of the universe had the opposite happen, despite the brilliant geneticist's considerable efforts, just to spice things up.  Zeke lit his cigar.  Well, whether the universe wanted him to or not, he was on its side.  He was going to do his damnedest to keep his DNA out of any woman any way possible, 26 years and counting.
He shivered.  Women just didn't do it for him.  Kyle though...a smile made Zeke curve his mouth around his cigar.  Kyle was something altogether different.  He wandered around the bike, wondering how best to greet his lover who, if everything was going as planned, was on his way here.
With a sigh and a rotation of his neck Kyle scooted his chair backwards.  He groaned as he rubbed his neck.  There was someone else he would much rather have rubbing his neck but that would be later tonight.
"Hi, Kyle," came a decidedly female voice.  He turned his head enough and saw Christy, the younger female geneticist who had her heart set on having his children.  Well, he was going to have to disappoint her.
"Evening, Christy," he said as he stood up and watched his computer shut down.  He'd keyed in the codes to wipe his email and the like of anything having to do with Zeke.  Sure there were the other documents that the bank had on him but those wouldn't be touched.  If they were now, someone would know that something was up.  He turned to Christy, "How can I help you?"
She smiled and let her eyes travel up and down his body.  "You know how you could help me, Sugar," she said with a slow blink.
He sighed and forced a smile.  "I'm sterile, Christy.  We've been over this."  He set his lab coat on its hook and picked up his personal one.
She pouted and he supposed it was cute.  He wasn't into women.  Zeke flashed unbidden through his mind, backlit by the sun, on his bike with his hat on.  That delicious smile on his face as he told Kyle not to worry.  He blinked and brought his gaze back to Christy.  "...Anyway," she was saying, "Sonora wants to see you."  Kyle's heart sank.  Sonora, head of the division he worked in.  The one who promoted him.  The woman was formidable in her own right and with no shortage of suitors; her offspring were going to be set for life.
"All right," he whispered.  "I'll be right there."  He began taking his personal coat off but stopped at Christy's raised palm.
"She said to come as you are because it wasn't going to take long."  Yes, Christy was definitely pouting.  "Have a good time," she muttered as Kyle walked past her.
He continued through the hall and past the offices of the other top geneticists in the breeding programme.  Sonora's was at the end of it.  One of the privileges of being near the top and a fertile female.  Since she was in the programme, if she felt the urge to take one of the males who was deemed suitable, no one wanted to stop her.  She rarely did anything in the office though and that was part of what kept the men flocking to her.  Kyle sighed as he reached her door.
He knocked softly, secretly hoping that she was either gone for the day or that she wouldn't hear him.  For the second time tonight he was out of luck.  "Come in," sounded through the speaker next to the door.
Her voice was smooth and rich, like most of her, he supposed.  He walked in to find her seated at her desk, fingernails clicking on the keyboard as she worked on something.  The door slid shut with finality behind him.  She turned and looked at him, stopping her work.  Now he was the sole object of her attention.  Not good.
"Kyle," she smiled at him and beckoned for him to come closer.  "Come here please," she said in a tone that left no room for argument.  He nodded and came over, stopping behind one of the chairs.  She held up a well-manicured hand and pulled out a small mechanical device.  Flicking a switch she put a finger to her lips until the blue light on it glowed steadily.  "Sit down," she commanded.
He shook his head.  "If it's all the same to you, I would much rather stand."
She shrugged, "Suit yourself."  She turned back to her computer and pulled up a couple of files.  "I have some questions I need to ask you."
His stomach sank, taking his heart with it.  She was going to ask him about Zeke, or his personal life, or something and then the two of them were going to have a lot more problems on their hand.  Like treason.  "About?" he asked trying to keep his voice smooth.
She faced him again, her hands clasped and elbows resting on the arm rests for her chair.  "About you," she said somewhat gently.  "Please understand that I am trying to help you."
Kyle's pulse began to hammer.  He'd heard that before from all the wrong people.  "I'm afraid I don't understand," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.  He wasn't sure if he succeeded.
She chuckled and her dark ringlets swayed like chocolate rivers.  "That's alright."  She glanced at her computer.  "I've been doing some research into human sexuality because it seems that there are some men who, despite their complete fertility, have no desire to be with a woman."
His pulse slowed considerably in the other direction.  Kyle wasn't sure how much of this he could take.  "I don't understand," he said again softly.
"Neither did I, to be perfectly honest with you."  She shrugged and turned her monitor toward him.  "Several of us suspected that there was something different about some of the males though no one wanted to try to prove it.  After all, who wouldn't want to help the human race?" Kyle had to look her in the face because he thought she was being sarcastic.  She was, at least with that last statement.  "Listen, Kyle, there have been men who completely whither at the prospect of mating with a woman.  I've seen it happen.  Hell, I've had it happen to me."
Kyle nearly fell over.  Instead, he decided to sit down.  It gave him a suitable excuse for letting his knees go weak.  For her to be admitting something like that was to be admitting that there were some males who were faulty or that she herself was and neither one was a good thing.  "Go on," he whispered.
"What I'm saying is that if you, or someone you know," she looked pointedly at him and glanced down to his groin.  He tried not to squirm.  "Have experienced anything like that, and they were a viable male specimen, we might be able to keep the person out of the system, or at least in so many loops that their name won't come up for several cycles."
A standard cycle in the programme was two years.  If there were several cycles of lag then that would be at least four cycles, which was 8 years, minimum.  26 years plus 8 put him at 34 years old.  After 38 years most males were taken out of the programme.  Their samples simply weren't as healthy and were prone to more defects.  Zeke would be damn near safe.  He bit his cheek to keep from smiling.
The movement wasn't lost on Sonora and she smiled.  "Please keep in mind that I am doing this purely for selfish reasons.  As a woman, it was quite damaging to watch an otherwise virile and fertile man shrink away from me."  She raised her chin and Kyle could see how a normal man would find her attractive.  Her figure was one well suited for children.  She was well endowed but not overly so.  Her hair was dark and probably soft.  "When it happened, I lost all drive for nearly three lunar cycles," she whispered.  "The self-doubt was horrendous and if I can keep that from happening to another woman I will."  Her eyes locked on his.  "Do we understand each other?"
Kyle understood very well.  If he told her what men were like him, and if they were in the programme, they would be cycled through in loops, keeping them effectively out of the programme without committing any crime.  It kept the women fertile and receptive and the males happy.  He nodded.  "I understand.  If I see anyone like that, I'll let you know."
Sonora's shoulders relaxed and she smiled warmly at him.  "Thank you, Kyle."  She turned her monitor back to her.  "Now then, if I'm not mistaken, you were on your way out?"  Her right hand hovered above the devise and he nodded.  In a fluid motion it was shut off and put away.  She sighed heavily, "I can't believe I missed that in your record, Kyle.  I do apologize."
He smiled at her and waved it off.  "It's not your fault.  Things get lost in the small print and you are a very busy woman," he said gently.  Let her and whoever was listening take it however they wanted.  "I'm sorry to disappoint you.  Truly, I am."  He let tears fill his voice.  Let them make of it what they will.
She nodded.  "Have a wonderful evening then," she said and turned back to her computer.  Her fingers tapped furiously on the keyboard again.
He stood and bowed to her.  "Thank you, Sonora.  You as well."
Zeke paced the confines of his home.  Where the hell was Kyle?  He was running late and that wasn't a good sign.  No way in the sunbaked hell was it a good sign.  He sighed irritably and took off his coat.  Shrugging off his clothes and boots he kept pacing.  Still, sunbaked hell or not, the cement was cold at night.  He threw his coat and boots back on.  Lighting another cigar he laid back on his bike, staring out at the stars.
This was the last thing he needed or wanted.  He just got settled God-damn-it!  Several minutes ticked by and he relaxed, leaning against the bike, letting the air caress him.  It wasn't Kyle but it sure beat the hell out of a woman.
Footsteps reached him and the person who was coming was taking his sweet time.  Well, that was fine.  If some geneticist jerk wanted to take all night, he'd make the arrival one he wouldn't forget.  Zeke stretched out on his bike and leaned his head back on the gas tank.  He kept his gaze averted to the stars, like he did this every night.
Kyle came close enough to see Zeke in his full glory, resting on the bike.  A sharp intake of breath was all he could manage at the moment.  "Uh...um...Very nice," he finally managed.
"Hmm?" Zeke said quietly.  Then he turned his head enough so that he could see Kyle.  "Oh, hey," he said, keeping his voice carefully neutral.  Thinking of a woman standing there kept any and all romantic thoughts from creeping in.  Women were...well...women.  No thank you.
Kyle looked him up and down, slowly and appreciatively.  Finally he let himself smile.  "You always greet visitors like this?" he asked playfully.
Zeke shrugged.  "It wasn't anything special," he said noncommittally.  He kept his eyes on his lover who seemed anxious to come closer.  Indeed, Kyle was taking his coat off and unbuttoning his shirt.
Kyle smiled as he came closer.  "You aren't going to believe the day I had."  When Zeke didn't respond at first, Kyle frowned and then continued. "I'm sorry I was late but I may have found a way to keep you out of the breeding programme.  You--" he didn't get another word out as Zeke tossed the cigar on the far side of the bike and yanked him close into a kiss.
The last coherent thought that ran through Kyle's mind was "Dear God, I missed him."
He would have been pleased to know the feeling was mutual.

Description
Author: Dragonia27
Title: Zeke Waiting
Summary:  Zeke is waiting for his partner, Kyle.  Kyle gets some unexpected news on his way off for the day.
Warnings/Rating: T, some strong language, yaoi mentioned and occurs near the very end of the work.
A/N:  Characters belong to the wonderful dylazuna, as do the concepts.  I wrote this for her and the entertainment of her and her watchers.

Night fell and there were so many things that went bump in the night that Zeke kept his gun on him nearly all the time.  There was nothing wrong with that, he thought.  After all, who knew what things were out there.  Okay, well, he did but that was beside the point.
His...home...was as secure and hidden as he could make it.  It was out in an older part of the city, one that people didn't frequent even on their most drunken nights.  Unfortunately, it was in between the two parts of town that people did live in so there was always the chance of getting caught.  Hey, a guy had to eat after all.
Besides, he didn't want to be too far away from Kyle.  Nope, he ran his hand down the bike, not too far at all.  This was his baby and one of the few possessions he kept.  Everything else that wasn't clothes, ammo or food was out.  Or cigars.  He kept those too.  They fit into the saddle bags on the bike so he didn't feel bad about indulging in them.  Not in the least.
Kyle.  Zeke's mind wandered to his lover for the hundredth time in God knows how many hours.  Going weeks, sometimes, without seeing your lover would do that to a guy.  Ever since he got the promotion it was hell seeing him.  Kyle had done his best to keep Zeke's profile out of the DNA bank.  But whatever power was in charge of the universe had the opposite happen, despite the brilliant geneticist's considerable efforts, just to spice things up.  Zeke lit his cigar.  Well, whether the universe wanted him to or not, he was on its side.  He was going to do his damnedest to keep his DNA out of any woman any way possible, 26 years and counting.
He shivered.  Women just didn't do it for him.  Kyle though...a smile made Zeke curve his mouth around his cigar.  Kyle was something altogether different.  He wandered around the bike, wondering how best to greet his lover who, if everything was going as planned, was on his way here.
With a sigh and a rotation of his neck Kyle scooted his chair backwards.  He groaned as he rubbed his neck.  There was someone else he would much rather have rubbing his neck but that would be later tonight.
"Hi, Kyle," came a decidedly female voice.  He turned his head enough and saw Christy, the younger female geneticist who had her heart set on having his children.  Well, he was going to have to disappoint her.
"Evening, Christy," he said as he stood up and watched his computer shut down.  He'd keyed in the codes to wipe his email and the like of anything having to do with Zeke.  Sure there were the other documents that the bank had on him but those wouldn't be touched.  If they were now, someone would know that something was up.  He turned to Christy, "How can I help you?"
She smiled and let her eyes travel up and down his body.  "You know how you could help me, Sugar," she said with a slow blink.
He sighed and forced a smile.  "I'm sterile, Christy.  We've been over this."  He set his lab coat on its hook and picked up his personal one.
She pouted and he supposed it was cute.  He wasn't into women.  Zeke flashed unbidden through his mind, backlit by the sun, on his bike with his hat on.  That delicious smile on his face as he told Kyle not to worry.  He blinked and brought his gaze back to Christy.  "...Anyway," she was saying, "Sonora wants to see you."  Kyle's heart sank.  Sonora, head of the division he worked in.  The one who promoted him.  The woman was formidable in her own right and with no shortage of suitors; her offspring were going to be set for life.
"All right," he whispered.  "I'll be right there."  He began taking his personal coat off but stopped at Christy's raised palm.
"She said to come as you are because it wasn't going to take long."  Yes, Christy was definitely pouting.  "Have a good time," she muttered as Kyle walked past her.
He continued through the hall and past the offices of the other top geneticists in the breeding programme.  Sonora's was at the end of it.  One of the privileges of being near the top and a fertile female.  Since she was in the programme, if she felt the urge to take one of the males who was deemed suitable, no one wanted to stop her.  She rarely did anything in the office though and that was part of what kept the men flocking to her.  Kyle sighed as he reached her door.
He knocked softly, secretly hoping that she was either gone for the day or that she wouldn't hear him.  For the second time tonight he was out of luck.  "Come in," sounded through the speaker next to the door.
Her voice was smooth and rich, like most of her, he supposed.  He walked in to find her seated at her desk, fingernails clicking on the keyboard as she worked on something.  The door slid shut with finality behind him.  She turned and looked at him, stopping her work.  Now he was the sole object of her attention.  Not good.
"Kyle," she smiled at him and beckoned for him to come closer.  "Come here please," she said in a tone that left no room for argument.  He nodded and came over, stopping behind one of the chairs.  She held up a well-manicured hand and pulled out a small mechanical device.  Flicking a switch she put a finger to her lips until the blue light on it glowed steadily.  "Sit down," she commanded.
He shook his head.  "If it's all the same to you, I would much rather stand."
She shrugged, "Suit yourself."  She turned back to her computer and pulled up a couple of files.  "I have some questions I need to ask you."
His stomach sank, taking his heart with it.  She was going to ask him about Zeke, or his personal life, or something and then the two of them were going to have a lot more problems on their hand.  Like treason.  "About?" he asked trying to keep his voice smooth.
She faced him again, her hands clasped and elbows resting on the arm rests for her chair.  "About you," she said somewhat gently.  "Please understand that I am trying to help you."
Kyle's pulse began to hammer.  He'd heard that before from all the wrong people.  "I'm afraid I don't understand," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.  He wasn't sure if he succeeded.
She chuckled and her dark ringlets swayed like chocolate rivers.  "That's alright."  She glanced at her computer.  "I've been doing some research into human sexuality because it seems that there are some men who, despite their complete fertility, have no desire to be with a woman."
His pulse slowed considerably in the other direction.  Kyle wasn't sure how much of this he could take.  "I don't understand," he said again softly.
"Neither did I, to be perfectly honest with you."  She shrugged and turned her monitor toward him.  "Several of us suspected that there was something different about some of the males though no one wanted to try to prove it.  After all, who wouldn't want to help the human race?" Kyle had to look her in the face because he thought she was being sarcastic.  She was, at least with that last statement.  "Listen, Kyle, there have been men who completely whither at the prospect of mating with a woman.  I've seen it happen.  Hell, I've had it happen to me."
Kyle nearly fell over.  Instead, he decided to sit down.  It gave him a suitable excuse for letting his knees go weak.  For her to be admitting something like that was to be admitting that there were some males who were faulty or that she herself was and neither one was a good thing.  "Go on," he whispered.
"What I'm saying is that if you, or someone you know," she looked pointedly at him and glanced down to his groin.  He tried not to squirm.  "Have experienced anything like that, and they were a viable male specimen, we might be able to keep the person out of the system, or at least in so many loops that their name won't come up for several cycles."
A standard cycle in the programme was two years.  If there were several cycles of lag then that would be at least four cycles, which was 8 years, minimum.  26 years plus 8 put him at 34 years old.  After 38 years most males were taken out of the programme.  Their samples simply weren't as healthy and were prone to more defects.  Zeke would be damn near safe.  He bit his cheek to keep from smiling.
The movement wasn't lost on Sonora and she smiled.  "Please keep in mind that I am doing this purely for selfish reasons.  As a woman, it was quite damaging to watch an otherwise virile and fertile man shrink away from me."  She raised her chin and Kyle could see how a normal man would find her attractive.  Her figure was one well suited for children.  She was well endowed but not overly so.  Her hair was dark and probably soft.  "When it happened, I lost all drive for nearly three lunar cycles," she whispered.  "The self-doubt was horrendous and if I can keep that from happening to another woman I will."  Her eyes locked on his.  "Do we understand each other?"
Kyle understood very well.  If he told her what men were like him, and if they were in the programme, they would be cycled through in loops, keeping them effectively out of the programme without committing any crime.  It kept the women fertile and receptive and the males happy.  He nodded.  "I understand.  If I see anyone like that, I'll let you know."
Sonora's shoulders relaxed and she smiled warmly at him.  "Thank you, Kyle."  She turned her monitor back to her.  "Now then, if I'm not mistaken, you were on your way out?"  Her right hand hovered above the devise and he nodded.  In a fluid motion it was shut off and put away.  She sighed heavily, "I can't believe I missed that in your record, Kyle.  I do apologize."
He smiled at her and waved it off.  "It's not your fault.  Things get lost in the small print and you are a very busy woman," he said gently.  Let her and whoever was listening take it however they wanted.  "I'm sorry to disappoint you.  Truly, I am."  He let tears fill his voice.  Let them make of it what they will.
She nodded.  "Have a wonderful evening then," she said and turned back to her computer.  Her fingers tapped furiously on the keyboard again.
He stood and bowed to her.  "Thank you, Sonora.  You as well."
Zeke paced the confines of his home.  Where the hell was Kyle?  He was running late and that wasn't a good sign.  No way in the sunbaked hell was it a good sign.  He sighed irritably and took off his coat.  Shrugging off his clothes and boots he kept pacing.  Still, sunbaked hell or not, the cement was cold at night.  He threw his coat and boots back on.  Lighting another cigar he laid back on his bike, staring out at the stars.
This was the last thing he needed or wanted.  He just got settled God-damn-it!  Several minutes ticked by and he relaxed, leaning against the bike, letting the air caress him.  It wasn't Kyle but it sure beat the hell out of a woman.
Footsteps reached him and the person who was coming was taking his sweet time.  Well, that was fine.  If some geneticist jerk wanted to take all night, he'd make the arrival one he wouldn't forget.  Zeke stretched out on his bike and leaned his head back on the gas tank.  He kept his gaze averted to the stars, like he did this every night.
Kyle came close enough to see Zeke in his full glory, resting on the bike.  A sharp intake of breath was all he could manage at the moment.  "Uh...um...Very nice," he finally managed.
"Hmm?" Zeke said quietly.  Then he turned his head enough so that he could see Kyle.  "Oh, hey," he said, keeping his voice carefully neutral.  Thinking of a woman standing there kept any and all romantic thoughts from creeping in.  Women were...well...women.  No thank you.
Kyle looked him up and down, slowly and appreciatively.  Finally he let himself smile.  "You always greet visitors like this?" he asked playfully.
Zeke shrugged.  "It wasn't anything special," he said noncommittally.  He kept his eyes on his lover who seemed anxious to come closer.  Indeed, Kyle was taking his coat off and unbuttoning his shirt.
Kyle smiled as he came closer.  "You aren't going to believe the day I had."  When Zeke didn't respond at first, Kyle frowned and then continued. "I'm sorry I was late but I may have found a way to keep you out of the breeding programme.  You--" he didn't get another word out as Zeke tossed the cigar on the far side of the bike and yanked him close into a kiss.
The last coherent thought that ran through Kyle's mind was "Dear God, I missed him."
He would have been pleased to know the feeling was mutual.