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Subject: {ASSM} Alpha Male (1/2, MF, scifi)
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Title: Alpha Male
Summary: When a lonely archaeology student gets transported back to the 
Ice Age, he finds his book-learning comes in handy and makes him 
irresistable.
Language: English
Copyright: January 2003
Chapters: 2

Alpha Male (1/2, MF, scifi)
by Zeespot
<zeespot (at) operamail-dot-com>

Part One

At the knock on the door, Stephen Wagner looked up, then put down his 
textbook, _The Ethno-Geography of Prehistoric China_. He crossed the 
small dorm room, unlocked the door, and peeked outside. A young woman 
stood at the entrance, smiling back at him in the light of a single bulb 
glowing in the hallway.

Stephen smiled back. "Oh. Hi, Amber."

"Hi, Steve. Is your brother here?"

Stephen opened the door wider. For a moment, Stephen let his eyes linger 
over her tight belly exposed under a tank top that swelled over her full 
breasts, then forced himself to look her in the eye. "Uh, no. Kurt left 
an hour ago."

"Oh." Amber twisted one of her curls of blonde hair on a finger. "I've 
been trying to get in touch with him all day."

"Kurt's band, the Horndogs, is playing at the Zenith Pavilion. It's a 
big auditorium on the south-east corner of the campus, can't miss it."

"I know. I was just over there. Kurt wasn't there. Damien is singing 
with them tonight." Amber chewed on her lower lip, then raised her blue 
eyes to Stephen's. "Steve, can I come in for a minute?"

"Uh, sure." Stephen held the door open for her, allowing himself a quick 
peek at the curves of her buttocks under her shorts as she walked past 
him.

Once inside, Stephen closed the door and scurried to the desk where he 
had been working. He began shuffling around the stacks of textbooks and 
notepads he had been poring over. "Sorry about the mess."

Amber leaned over the desk, allowing her eyes to wander over the 
mountain of paper. "That's okay. You studying for a test?"

"Uh, sort of. I'm supposed to be." Stephen picked up a gray and pitted 
skull resting in a box on the desk. "I kind of got caught up in 
researching this. I found it in the University's archives as an 
unidentified primate skull. I think it might belong to an undiscovered 
hominid from the Paleolithic Era. I might be able to get a thesis if I 
can identify it. If you'll notice here, the teeth are similar to the 
australopithecine, but the brain is very large, more like a Homo 
habilus--"

He stopped when he noticed the look on Amber's face. His cheeks flushed 
as he put the skull back down. "Sorry, got a little carried away."

"That's okay. It's nice that you're so into this science stuff." Amber 
sat down on Stephen's bed, bouncing slightly as she crossed her long 
legs.

Stephen sat down in the chair across from her. "So what did you want to 
talk to me about?"

Amber fixed her eyes on his. "Stephen, I want you to be honest with me. 
You're his brother. You know him better than I do. Is Kurt seeing 
another woman?"

Stephen froze, blinked, and then lowered his eyes. "Uh, well, I don't 
know. I'm not around him all the time--"

"Steve, be honest, please."

"Well, I mean, I don't know for sure, but a girl did call before Kurt 
left, and she said her name was Brittany. And I did see him having 
coffee with a woman last week. They looked kind of...intimate." Stephen 
looked into Amber's eyes, watching them pool with tears, and decided the 
moment of truth had arrived. "Okay, Amber, the truth. Last night, Kurt 
came in late with some redheaded girl on his arm. He gave me ten bucks 
to go see a movie, and told me not to hurry home. If you know what I 
mean."

Amber lowered her eyes, which began to glisten in the dim light. "Yes. I 
know what you mean. I knew he was seeing someone else. It's probably 
Ginger, that slut from the coffee shop."

"Ginger? No, I told you, the woman who called said her name was 
Brittany."

Amber burst into tears, clawing at her cheeks with her fingers as she 
hunched over. "Brittany, Ginger, who cares? Kurt's got a million women. 
I was so stupid."

Stephen climbed out of his chair and sat down on the bed next to Amber. 
"No, come on, don't beat yourself up. That's just Kurt being Kurt. He 
uses women. You're not the first woman who's fallen for it."

As Amber raised her head, tears ran down her cheeks onto the cleavage 
swelling from her tank top. The tears trickled down to vanish within the 
valley of her breasts. "I know, Steve. I knew Kurt had other women, but 
I wanted to believe I was special."

Stephen watched Amber sitting next to him, felt the heat of her body, 
and thought the moment had come. He shifted a little closer to her, 
trying not to shake the bed too much. "You are special, Amber. Even if 
Kurt doesn't see that, I do."

Amber raised her blue eyes up to him, giving him a crooked smile. 
"Thanks, Stephen. You're so sweet."

Stephen felt his heart pounding in his ribs as he brought his hand up by 
sheer will alone. He rested it lightly on her arm. Just the touch of her 
skin made his body tingle. "Amber, you don't need Kurt. Lots of guys 
would love to date you."

Amber's eyes softened. Her lips twitched. Stephen moved closer to her 
then, his hands trembling as they touched her forearms. He leaned in 
closer, feeling her breath against his face, carrying the scent of 
strawberries.

Amber slipped away from him, off the bed. She stood up and ran her hands 
down her hips, smoothing out her clothes. "I'd better go."

Stephen rose to his feet. "No, Amber, don't go. I like you a lot. I've 
liked you ever since I met you, but never said anything since you 
started dating Kurt. Come on. We don't have to stay here. Let's go catch 
a movie or something."

Amber winced. "Oh, Stephen, I can't. I'm still dating your brother."

"What? But I just told you, he's seeing other women."

Amber turned away, running her fingers down her cheeks. "I know, I know. 
But I still love Kurt."

Stephen breathed harder. "How can you say that? He doesn't love you."

"Look, it's not about Kurt. Even if I wasn't seeing Kurt, I couldn't 
date you." Amber turned to take both Stephen's hands in hers. He felt 
his heart leap at her touch, but her words made his heart sink again. 
"Stephen, you're a really sweet guy, but I'm just not into you."

Stephen pulled his hands out of her fingers and turned away. "Oh. I 
see."

He could hear Amber come up close behind him. "Hey, Steve, come on. It's 
nothing personal. You're funny and nice, and really smart. I like that. 
But I like a guy with a little edge, you know? Some excitement. I'm 
sorry."

Stephen kept his gaze fixed on the window in front of him, watching snow 
fall outside the dormitory. "I understand." 

"Good. Well, I'm gonna go try the coffee shop. Sometimes Kurt likes to 
go there. Maybe I can catch up with him. I'll see you later, okay? Maybe 
we can grab a coffee sometime, just as friends. Bye."

Stephen kept his fists clenched as Amber's footsteps faded, the door 
opened and closed, and the room fell into silence.

He couldn't believe it. He had dreamed of telling Amber how he felt 
about her, ever since he first saw her. It had been at one of Kurt's 
parties, and Stephen had been sitting in a corner as usual, nursing a 
cup of punch. Along comes Kurt out of the pool with two women under his 
arm. One of them had been an Asian girl named Kim who ended up breaking 
up with Kurt in a week. The other had been Amber. They all wore 
swimsuits, and Stephen couldn't take his eyes off Amber's breasts 
bouncing under her bikini top. She hadn't noticed Stephen, too busy 
laughing over one of Kurt's jokes and rubbing his brother's muscular 
arms and stomach. The three of them ended up climbing the stairs, and 
Stephen had been treated to the sight of Amber's round butt in a thong. 
From that moment on, Stephen had been hooked.

To Stephen's surprise, Amber's relationship with Kurt lasted longer than 
a week. He knew all along that Kurt saw other women, but didn't want to 
say anything to hurt her. But every chance he got, Stephen tried to get 
Amber alone and get to know her. The two of them seemed to get along 
well. She didn't share his love of prehistoric archaeology, but at least 
she listened. Maybe if they had met under other circumstances, Stephen 
would have had a chance.

Stephen sighed as he closed his eyes. All his life, he had lived in the 
shadow of his brother. It looked like that would never change.

He rubbed his face and tried to focus. He still had that test on 
evolutionary history to study for. As he faced his desk again, the 
mysterious skull gazed up at him from its box. The open mouth gaped at 
him in a permanent smile, mocking him. A round hole in its forehead 
seemed like a third eye, watching Stephen.

"Just you and me now, huh, pal?" Stephen asked it. "All alone, Saturday 
night, looking at dirty old skulls. That's my life. That'll always be my 
life."

The rush of humiliation overwhelmed him. He plucked the skull out of the 
box, turned, and hurled it at the wall. The skull shattered into pieces 
of fossilized bone and powder that rained down onto the floor.

But the powder didn't stay on the floor. It swirled in the air like a 
miniature tornado. Stephen lunged back as the powder turned the color of 
gold, sparkling in the dim light as it whirled towards him. He screamed 
as the dust overtook him, but his lungs filled with the powder. It 
burned inside his chest, and Stephen doubled over in coughs. The 
sparkling light filled his eyes.

The dust flying over Steven turned ice-cold. He opened his eyes, and saw 
nothing but white. He looked down and saw his hands submerged in a foot 
of snow. Stephen shuddered as he felt an icy wind sweeping over him and 
raised his eyes.

Stephen's dorm room had vanished, replaced by a vast plain of snow. The 
sun shone high over the edge of cliffs that surrounded him. Dunes of 
snow filled the edges of the towering rocks. The glittering dust had 
been replaced by a snowstorm that filled the air with particles of ice. 
Already, snowflakes clung to Stephen's shirt and jeans, and more added 
themselves every second.

"Where am I?" Stephen whispered.

Stephen's body trembled violently as he tried to rise to his feet. He 
wrapped his arms around himself as he yelled into the wind. "Hello? 
Where am I? Is anybody out there?"

A crunching noise drew Stephen around to look behind him. His mouth fell 
open.

He watched five enormous animals lumber across his path. They looked 
like elephants, but covered with a thick coat of brown hair that rippled 
as they plodded through the snow. One of them turned its massive head 
towards him. It almost knocked Stephen over with the curved tusks that 
jutted from its mouth. The creature snorted, then headed off with the 
rest of the herd towards a mountain on the horizon.

Stephen breathed harder as he hugged himself tighter. "That was...that 
was...that was a woolly mammoth. But that's impossible. The woolly 
mammoths have been extinct since the Ice Age. Unless..."

Stephen raised his eyes to the clouds rolling over his head. "Unless I'm 
in the Ice Age."

Stephen trembled again, but this time it came from the temperature. The 
exposed skin on his arms and face felt chilled to the point of burning. 
In the distance, he could make out a shadow against the cliffs. It 
looked like a cave. His sneakers punched through the crust of ice into 
the deep snow as he ran. He felt them become soaked with melting snow, 
but within seconds it had turned into solid ice against his skin. By the 
time Stephen reached the cave, he could barely walk.

Wind sweeping across the entrance of the cave filled it with the echo of 
a low moan. Icicles hung from the ceiling like teeth. Stephen tumbled 
into the cave and collapsed against the rock wall. He felt a moment's 
relief at getting out of the wind, but knew it wouldn't be enough.

"Gotta make a fire," Stephen whimpered. "Gotta make a fire. Don't worry 
about how I got here, gotta make a fire. Think, Stephen, think. How did 
they make fire in the Ice Age?"

In a flash, Stephen's research on Stone Age tools came back to him. He 
looked around the cave and found what he had been searching for. A few 
feet away, a small shrub reached its twigs out from between the cracks 
of two rocks. Stephen managed to uncurl his fingers and tugged the shrub 
out. As he had hoped, the shrub had died and left only dry twigs behind.

Stephen set a handful of the twigs down in the hollow of a boulder, then 
dug through a pile of rocks. He found two that he recognized as flint 
and pyrite stones. He struck the two stones together over the twigs. 
Sparks flew from the impact. Stephen kept striking until the twigs 
caught a spark and burst into flame. Stephen kept added twigs until a 
fire blazed in the pit of rock. 

He hunched over the flame, warming his hands and body, until he heard a 
snap behind him. Stephen whipped around to look deeper into the cave.

Something moved in the shadows where the light could not fall.

Stephen huddled closer to his fire as he called out, "Hello? Anyone 
there?"

A figure crawled out of the darkness, and Stephen realized it was human 
as it crawled towards him. Animal furs draped over its body, and locks 
of blonde hair draped the face. When the human raised its head, the hair 
fell away to expose a woman's face.

Her skin had grown dark from an intense tan, but her blue eyes pierced 
through like diamonds. Her brow seemed a bit thicker than normal, but 
she struck Stephen as incredibly beautiful.

Stephen blinked, then reached out a hand. "Hello. My name is Stephen."

The woman flinched and shrank away from the hand. A series of low grunts 
came out of her clenched mouth.

Stephen narrowed his eyes. "You're not a modern-day human. Sloping 
forehead, heavy brow, angular face. Yeah, that cinches it. I'm in the 
Paleolithic Era. Don't know how I got here, though."

The woman grunted again, and her eyes flicked towards the fire. She 
shrank back more.

"No, it's okay. It's fire." Stephen reached his own hands towards the 
flame. "It's warm. Haven't you ever seen fire before?"

When he looked deeper into the woman's eyes, Stephen nodded. "I guess 
not. It's okay. See?"

He rubbed his hands near the fire. The woman glanced at him, then 
shuffled a little closer to the fire. As the warmth reached her, the 
woman's eyes widened. She rushed towards the flame and Stephen had to 
throw his body between the two.

"No, don't touch it." Stephen held her by the arms. "You'll hurt 
yourself. Just enjoy being close to it."

She blinked at him, and then looked at the fire again. Her body softened 
in his arms as if the flames melted her body instead of the ice clinging 
to her furs.

As he held her at arms' length, Stephen realized the furs only draped 
over her. The woman seemed to be nude beneath them. Stephen glanced up 
at her, then peeked down into a gap at her neck. Her skin seemed to be 
less tanned further down, and he could see the valley between her 
breasts. She shifted her legs, and he caught a glimpse of a patch of 
blonde hair.

Stephen let go of the woman, who gave him another cautious glance, then 
huddled against a wall by the fire. He held her hands up to the fire 
again, and she imitated his movements. As the heat played over her blue 
fingers, the woman broke into a smile. She looked up at him and spoke in 
a rapid language that reminded him of the languages from the southern 
half of Africa. He could only recognize a few words that sounded like 
words for "hot" and "good."

Stephen settled down beside her. "Yeah, it's nice, isn't it?"

The woman wiggled her fingers at the fire, then reached down and peeled 
the furs off her body. She settled back against the wall naked. He could 
only stare at her large breasts, tipped by nipples made firm and red 
from the cold. Her hips settled on her furs as she made herself 
comfortable, turning her buttocks towards him. She seemed to have no 
sense of shame, not trying to cover herself or moving away from 
Stephen's eyes.

The woman rubbed her body with her hands, making her breasts jiggle 
wildly, then looked at Stephen again. She spoke in the language once 
more, and this time Stephen recognized the Kwa word for "magician." She 
said it again and pointed at Stephen's chest.

Stephen touched his own chest. "Me? Oh, no, I'm not a magician. I'm a 
college student. It's just fire. Anybody can make that."

But the woman didn't seem to be paying attention to him anymore. She 
plucked at Stephen's shirt with a frown creasing her long face. Her 
fingers traced the red cloth in wonder. Her index finger grazed over 
Stephen's nipple, making him shrink back. The woman looked up at him 
with wide eyes, and a giggle burst from her lips.

She plunged her hands into the neck of his shirt. Stephen tried to break 
free, but the woman's arms encircled him and tore at the cloth. Before 
he could stop her, the woman had ripped the buttons off the shirt, 
exposing his bare chest. 

Stephen felt his cheeks redden as she stared at his naked chest. Her 
left hand reached out to touch his skin, but hesitantly as if it might 
burn. When she rested her palm flush against his ribs, the woman smiled 
again. Stephen dared not move, but felt his heart beat faster as she let 
her hand glide down her body to the crotch of his jeans.

Her fingers traced the contours of his hardening flesh. She looked him 
in the eyes, then began to pluck her fingers at the zipper. Stephen 
swallowed a lump in his throat, then reached down to the tab of the 
zipper. As he dragged it down, the woman's eyes grew at the sight of the 
metal teeth coming apart. She glanced up at him once more, then tucked 
her fingers into the open gap.

Stephen closed his eyes as her fingers burrowed into his jeans, through 
the gap in his boxers, and came in contact with his bare skin. His body 
had already responded to the woman's touch. The jagged edges of her 
nails scraping along the length made him grow even harder.

The woman growled as she began to yank on Stephen's pants. He tried to 
move away, but she tugged him back down to the ground. The force managed 
to tear his jeans free of his waist. The woman pulled them down his 
legs. Stephen helped her work his jeans off his legs. She stretched the 
jeans out lengthwise, sniffing at them cautiously, then let them fall.

She dropped onto her hands and knees, locking him in a gaze that he felt 
on a primal level. The woman began to crawl towards him, making low 
moaning noises in her throat, then turned herself around. Her hips 
arched, turning her buttocks up towards the roof of the cave. Stephen's 
mouth became dry as he saw the inflamed red lips peeking out from 
between her cheeks, glistening with moisture in the light of the fire.

Stephen eased up onto his knees as the woman began to crawl away from 
him, then turned around to give him the look of hunger once again. The 
moaning noises came once more, and when she presented her rear to him 
again, Stephen had no doubt of what it meant.


To be continued...

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