by Olivia Black
Alien Lovers 4
Sweshan: Claimed
Bryson Garrett volunteered to leave Earth with his twin brother, Brian, but he was unable to make the journey into space due to illness. When the next starship arrived on Earth, a package was delivered to Bryson. Inside was a note and glass cylinders filled with medicine.
It didn’t take long before Bryson was given a clean bill of health and allowed to leave Earth. After a week on Glecerus, Bryson volunteered to go to Sweshan. Now, after three months of living on the planet, he is losing hope of ever finding a mate.
Since the day that Bryson arrived on the planet, Talr has felt an indescribable pull toward the human. As a doctor, Talr gets to spend time with Bryson. And he starts to notice subtle changes within the other man. Bryson is becoming depressed and withdrawn. Worried about Bryson’s well-being, Talr becomes his next prospective mate.
But will Talr be able to truly claim Bryson as his own, or will he be forced to give the human up?
Genre: Alternative (M/M, Gay), Futuristic, Science-Fiction
Length: 26,928 words
SWESHAN: CLAIMED
Alien Lovers 4
Olivia Black

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SWESHAN: CLAIMED
Copyright © 2017 by Olivia Black
ISBN: 978-1-64010-031-2
First Publication: March 2017
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
About the Author
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Landmarks
Cover
SWESHAN: CLAIMED
Alien Lovers 4
OLIVIA BLACK
Copyright © 2017
Chapter One
Bryson Garrett stood in the hallway, outside his latest prospective mate’s home, for the placement officer to arrive. He pressed his back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. After a couple of minutes, Bryson slid down the flat surface until he was sitting on the ground.
Bryson sighed heavily. He was sick and tired of being passed around. He had been on this planet for three months, and at one male a week, Bryson had already racked up an impressive number of lovers. He’d been delivered to twelve different males. And although he knew what was expected of him, Bryson wasn’t sure how much longer he could do this.
He wasn’t criticizing the sex. Even if it wasn’t that great, it was still pretty damn good. Who would complain about multiple orgasms? He enjoyed the attention from each of the males, but at times, it could be a little overwhelming. During the week, each male bought Bryson clothes, fed him, and gave him tours of Sweshan. But there was no real connection. No love.
When Bryson first arrived on the alien planet, he was looking forward to being mated. The manual, given to him when he volunteered, provided all the necessary information. He would be given to a Sweshian male each week until he was pregnant.
Being passed around, bouncing from bed to bed, no longer held any appeal for him. And Bryson was starting to wish that he’d never come to Sweshan.
Bryson had volunteered because of his brother. They had gone to the justice building on Earth and applied to leave the planet together. Bryson’s initial application was denied because he was sick. He was told that his body wouldn’t be able to make the strenuous journey to Glecerus. The news came as a shock.
Brian didn’t want to leave Bryson behind, but since they were dirt poor and Brian didn’t have any chance at a real future if he stayed on Earth, Bryson convinced his brother to go without him. When Brian reached Glecerus, he was on a mission to save Bryson.
Bryson didn’t know the whole story. Since arriving on Sweshan, he hadn’t spoken to his brother. But, from the bits and pieces he’d gathered, it seemed that Brian had met a dignitary from Sweshan at the marketplace. He convinced the male to help Bryson. And when the next starship arrived from Glecerus, a package was delivered to Bryson from the justice building.
There was a note from his brother and a bunch of glass cylinders filled with this thick, goopy, gray stuff. It was medicine from Sweshan. Bryson drank one vial a day, and by the time he went back to volunteer, he was given a clean bill of health. Bryson didn’t just volunteer to go to Sweshan to see his brother, though. He asked to go because the Sweshian people cared about him enough to send medicine when there wasn’t any hope.
When the elevator door slid open, Bryson looked up at the placement officer. He pushed himself off the ground and walked over to the glass cylinder. He stepped onto the travelator, and the door closed, sealing them inside. Paed pressed a button on the wall, and the elevator dropped down at a rapid pace.
“How are you doing, Bryson?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Okay.”
“We need to go to the medical building.”
Bryson made a non-committal sound in the back of his throat. He’d done this so many times that he knew the drill without being told. When they reached the ground level, the cylinder door opened, and they stepped out and started walking toward the medical building.
“Did you enjoy your time with Khan?”
Bryson rolled his eyes heavenward. “It was fine.”
Paed always asked him the same series of questions after each lover. The placement officer took note of all Bryson’s likes and dislikes. Most of the questions were of a personal nature. Paed wanted details on each male, physical and emotional. When Bryson questioned Paed, the placement officer said that he wanted to match him with the right Sweshian male.
According to the placement officer, he put humans with Sweshian males based on the documents−medical, psychological, and sexual reports–filled out before they left Earth. Bryson was matched with candidates based on his test scores. The application, stating the human’s needs, wants, and desires were also taken into consideration. And since it took many years for a Sweshian male to become qualified for a human, this process was taken seriou
sly.
By their laws, a Sweshian male had to be able to provide for a human, both financially and emotionally. Each male wanted a mate and a family. In order for a permanent mating to occur, there had to be a positive pregnancy test at the end of the week. So far, all the tests Bryson had taken were negative.
When they reached the medical building, Doctor Talr was there to greet him. It was nice to see a familiar face. The only thing he had to look forward to anymore was the end of the week. Bryson enjoyed spending time with Talr. The male was kind. Talr didn’t have any expectations, like the other males Bryson encountered.
“Good day, Bryson.” Talr smiled, flashing a toothy grin. “It’s good to see you again.” The male looked genuinely happy to see him, and Bryson’s lips automatically curved upward.
“Good day, Talr.”
“Are you ready to head back to the exam room?”
“Sure.”
The doctor escorted Bryson down a long hallway with several closed doors. Talr stopped about a quarter of the way down. He pressed a button on the wall, and the door slid open. Bryson stepped over the threshold, walking into a small, private room. Talr joined him, and the door slid closed behind them.
Bryson moved to the center of the room. He stood motionless on a square that had been carved out of stone in the floor. A thick beam of light ran over his entire body. Bryson turned his head and watched as a 3D image of his insides appeared. He glanced back at Talr’s face and knew the test results without having to be told.
“Let me guess,” Bryson said. “The test is negative.”
“I’m sorry, Bryson,” Talr said. His words rang true, but the look on his face told Bryson that he wasn’t apologetic.
Bryson studied Talr for a moment. Why did he get the feeling that Doctor Talr didn’t want Bryson to find a mate with the Sweshian males he was sent to? Instead of overthinking things, Bryson shook his head, banishing the thoughts altogether.
Bryson shrugged, pretending as though he didn’t give a damn about the test results. In truth, he didn’t care about Khan. He didn’t want to be the male’s mate. Bryson just didn’t want to be taken to another Sweshian male. The only reason he wasn’t begging to be sent off planet was because of his brother. His twin was an anchor, holding him here on Sweshan. But, if Bryson were honest, he was getting closer to the breaking point.
“If I don’t find a mate, what’s going to happen to me?” Bryson asked, needing to know what kind of future he would have.
“I don’t know,” Talr told him, his voice low and gentle. “This has never happened before.”
Bryson arched a brow. “What do you mean?”
Talr glanced away as if he couldn’t maintain eye contact. He took a deep breath, slowly exhaling, before glancing back at Bryson. “The humans that are brought here usually find their mates relatively fast. You’ve…” he broke off.
“I’ve had more prospective mates than any of the other humans brought to Sweshan,” Bryson finished for him.
“Yes.”
Bryson scoffed, shaking his head. Feeling agitated and unable to stand still for another minute, Bryson started pacing around the small room. He tightened his hands into fists and ground his teeth together, desperately trying to keep his frustration at bay. Bryson didn’t want to yell at Talr, but truthfully, he was getting irritated with this whole process. How many Sweshian males would he be delivered to? When would he find a mate?
“Bryson.” Talr’s voice was low and smooth.
The male walked over to Bryson and stepped in front of him, blocking his path. Bryson tried to move around him, but Talr stopped him. Talr wrapped his arms around Bryson, pulling him against his body. He fought, pushing against Talr’s chest in an attempt to break free, but the male refused to let go. He gathered Bryson in his strong arms and held him in a tight embrace.
Bryson struggled, but he couldn’t break Talr’s hold. He didn’t stop struggling until he was worn out, collapsing against the male. He panted heavily, taking deep breaths, pulling the male’s spicy scent into his lungs. The musky smell, although faint, had a calming effect on him. His body relaxed. Bryson buried his face against the corded muscles of Talr’s chest.
His lower lip quivered, and his eyes filled with moisture. Bryson pinched his lips together, trying not to cry.
“I’m sorry,” Talr murmured. He swayed back and forth, gently rocking Bryson, as if he were a small child.
A tear slipped free, trickling down Bryson’s cheek. Once it fell, he couldn’t hold back the flood of emotions. It was as if a gate had opened. A sob spilled from his clamped lips.
“It’s okay,” Talr told him, his voice gentle and soft. “Everything is going to be okay, Bryson.”
Bryson shook his head. He didn’t believe Talr. The male couldn’t know that everything was going to be okay. He was stuck on an alien planet. The Sweshian people would never let him go. They couldn’t. Bryson was a fertile human, capable of giving birth. His role was vital in helping the Sweshian people. They were a dying race, unable to procreate.
The placement officer would continue to deliver Bryson to Sweshian males until he became pregnant. That realization calmed Bryson in a way he didn’t really understand. He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t change anything. This was it. This was what Bryson had volunteered for. He had to accept his role. He was a vessel, needed only to reproduce.
Bryson took a shaky breath. He rubbed his cheeks against Talr’s medical coat, removing the tears. Bryson went limp within the male’s strong arms, and Talr loosened his hold. Talr rubbed Bryson’s back, moving his hands in a circular motion.
“Are you okay?” the male murmured.
Bryson nodded. He sniffled as he took a reluctant step back, extricating himself from Talr’s embrace. Bryson rubbed his eyes and wiped his cheeks. He took a deep breath before glancing up at Talr.
“Thank you for your time, Doctor,” Bryson said with a deceptively calm tone. “I’ll see you next week.”
Bryson walked past Talr. He pushed the button on the wall, and the door slid open. Bryson stepped over the threshold, ready to leave.
“Don’t go,” Talr said. “Let’s sit and talk for a little while.”
Once upon a time, Bryson had enjoyed their talks. Spending time with Talr made the trip to medical worthwhile. It was a nice break from the real world. It almost felt as though Talr understood him. Bryson wasn’t in the mood today. He didn’t want to paste a smile on his face and pretend everything was going to be okay.
Bryson strode down the hallway. Paed was waiting for him. The male smiled encouragingly, and Bryson shook his head. Bryson walked past Paed, and the placement officer followed after him. The male didn’t ask any questions, and for that, Bryson was grateful. They were silent as they made their way toward the elevator.
“Bryson,” a voice called out, velvet-edged and strong.
He glanced over his shoulder and stared at Talr. Their eyes connected—Bryson’s blue clashing with Talr’s yellow—and held. Neither of them spoke, but words didn’t seem necessary. Bryson felt a connection with the male. He’d felt it the first day when he was taken to medical from the Glecerian starship. Bryson didn’t understand it, although he was beginning to wonder if it even mattered.
The cylinder door opened, and Bryson stepped onto the elevator and stood beside Paed. He kept his eyes locked with Talr’s, as the transparent door slid shut, locking them inside, and the cylinder dropped down. When Talr disappeared from sight, Bryson sighed internally. Bryson’s head fell forward, his chin touching his chest, and he closed his eyes. The elevator moved smoothly, dropping down at a rapid pace. When the door slid open, Bryson opened his eyes, lifted his head, and stepped out.
He walked beside Paed, one step after the other, toward the moving walkway. Usually, at this point, Bryson would ask about his next prospective mate. He would want to know the male’s name and job title. But there were other things on his mind.
“What did they tell you?” Bryson asked.
Bryson never really cared what the other Sweshian males thought of him when he left their homes. Bryson had never asked, but now, he was curious. What did his past lovers say to Paed? Did they have intimate conversations about him? Did the males outline every detail of their time together?
“The other males that you delivered me to, what did they say about me?”
“They spoke very highly of you.” The warmth of Paed’s smile echoed in his voice, proving that his words were sincere.
“What did they say?” Bryson coaxed, wanting specifics.
“Each male was grateful for the time you spent together.”
Bryson scoffed. The male’s words sounded impersonal. For some reason, Bryson envisioned them talking behind his back, laughing and carrying on as if he didn’t really matter. His sole purpose was to get pregnant. And once the test was negative, he was discarded and sent to a different male. At one time, the idea of having a mate seemed like a fairy tale. But now, he didn’t think that would ever happen. His romantic notions had dissolved long ago.
Bryson followed Paed. They moved from one conveyor transport device to another. He held on to the railing as the floor beneath his feet moved, sending them through the glass cylinder at a brisk pace. Bryson stared out the side of the tube, watching the alien sea creatures. He got lost in the beauty of the sea.
“Bryson,” Paed said.
He shook himself out of his stupor and glanced at the male.
Paed tilted his head. “This way.”
Bryson followed after him. They ended up on another elevator. Paed pressed a button, and the cylinder shot upward. When it stopped on the tenth floor, the door slid open, and Bryson stepped out. They walked down a long hallway. On either side of him were closed doors with names written in the Sweshian language on each one.
