Recessive Gifts

  RECESSIVE GIFT

  A Novel By,

  AMBER COLLIES

  ©2020 Published by After Hours Publications, Inc. www.afterhourspublications.com

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Dedicated To

  This book is dedicated to my father, Anthony Davis. He taught me how to be a strong, free-spirited woman, and without him, I would not be the person I am today. I’m glad he let me follow my dreams and path in my way and on my time. Even though he spoiled me rotten, sternly, he taught me that I can’t always get what I want, and I would have to work hard because everything won’t be handed to me. My father may not have been a perfect person, but he was always the man I went to when I needed anything. No matter what, I will always be your baby girl. I love you and will always have you in my heart. RIP.

  Chapter 1

  “Yuri, we need to add some femininity in here.” Spoke a tall, handsome male with an Irish-Scottish accent, who stood about 6’4 in front of the window, gazing down at the strip of ‘sin city.’ His broad, massive tan body looked threatening, his red-silver hair held up in a messy half ponytail touched a little past his shoulders, and his low-trimmed box beard hung just shy of an inch down his jaw. The attire he wore was casual, as his muscle shirt hugged his massive frame. On his right arm was a tribal Celtic tattoo that went from shoulder to elbow. “Or at least a lovely “pet” we can take care of for a while, and that will take care of our needs.” His emerald eyes showed his anticipation, as he waited for Yuri to reply.

  Yuri, who had fair skin and dark gray eyes, appeared out of the bedroom, wearing only suit pants. He was about two inches shorter than the man in front of him and lesser built. His hair was pitch black in layers, reaching his upper back. “Why did I have the feeling you would say something like that, Liam?” He had a strong Russian accent. He stood up straight, as he looked out the window. “Where did this come from all of a sudden?”

  “Well, we have been living together for a long time. I enjoy our occasional one on ones and our flings with women. Still, something is telling me it’s time for us to stop playing around with women and keep with one woman or at least have someone around who wouldn’t mind helping with our needs long term,” He shrugged, giving a small smirk. “Maybe a little commitment.”

  “So, you want to deal with all the annoying stuff that comes with a commitment, like female hormones?” Yuri sarcastically rolled his eyes at the thought. “Just leave all the non-emotional casual sex behind and have to worry about buying gifts for special occasions?”

  Liam stared at Yuri, seeing right through his attempt to ward off committing to a person. His lips curled, as he leaned so close to Yuri, their lips almost touched, “You are doing it again. Why are you closing yourself off to even a small amount of commitment? I’m not saying that she must be attached to us at the hip that all she wants is to spend happily ever after with us. We don’t have to love her, jus’ be attracted to her and have a decent relationship with her so we can fulfill each other’s needs. With the way you avoid any relationships with women, I bet someone will melt that cold heart of yours one day. I’m sure of it. You won’t be able to put up a fight with her.”

  “Ever stop to think that I don’t want to open my heart to another woman, let alone deal with any more emotional attachments? I already have to deal with it from you.” His voice went cold. “I’ve been down that road before; I don’t want to do it again. Bring it up again, and you’ll regret it. I don’t plan to love another person. If you are sick of going from girl to girl, then I don’t care if we have a woman whose situation is just like ours or to be our ‘pet,’ so you say.” Sternly he said his final words. “No emotional attachments that will want her to have thoughts of wanting to settle down.”

  Annoyed by the goofy expression on Liam’s face, Yuri glowered at him. He and Liam had been close friends for a long time. Both men lived with each other and did a lot of things together. They even shared the same women. Occasionally, the two would have sex with each other. They weren’t a couple but enjoyed each other’s company. They had a strong passion for each other, but neither of them has seen past their lust.

  Pushing Liam to the window, Yuri warned. “Make sure you make a good decision on finding a woman who will stay here with us because if she is going to be here-”

  Knowing what he was about to say, Liam cut him off. “I know. I know. I’ll make sure I get someone we both will enjoy equally.” His facial expression appeared like he was a puppy, wagging his tail happily. He couldn’t wait to find a woman to live with him and Yuri. They had the same taste in women. Well, almost, they still had different personal preferences. Usually, if Liam liked someone, Yuri wanted them too, but it did depend on how the woman presented herself. There have been some women that Liam picked that Yuri didn’t like, and vice versa. Sometimes their preferences didn’t always match up.

  Yuri turned to walk through his penthouse, which was the fanciest hotel suite in Vegas. There was a living room, dining room, kitchen, and private Jacuzzi on the balcony. Two doors were across from each other in the living room; each revealed a luxurious bedroom. Yuri owned everything as his business was in the fanciest hotels in Las Vegas. He had a couple of companies, but he wasn’t stinking rich, just was able to live off the interest.…… Ok, he was stinking rich.

  The elegant male settled himself at his desk in his bedroom that clearly showed signs the two men shared the room. Yuri had a nagging feeling but couldn’t put his finger on what it was. For the last three days, he had a strong feeling that urged him to look for someone, but he didn’t know who it was or why he needed to find them. He just knew he needed to find whoever it was and scratch the itch he couldn’t get to.

  Checking his email, Yuri saw something that caught his attention. He leaned back in his chair and looked out of the bedroom. “Liam, call for someone to get some costumes for us. We are going to crash a non-human party.”

  Liam shouted in joy in the other room, which meant that some action might be going down. He loved crashing certain parties because he could kick someone’s ass or cause absolute havoc. He nodded his head, as he chuckled from the reaction of his goofball of a companion.

  Yuri stood up and went back out of the room. He watched Liam on the phone, calling for 19th-century steampunk costumes for them both. Once Liam was off the phone, Yuri grabbed Liam by the shirt and locked onto his lips. He wasn’t the type of person who showed romantic feelings for anyone, but when he did, it wasn’t much. It was just to get him and his partner aroused.

  Both men’s lips parted, as their kissing grew deeper. Groaning from the sudden kiss, Liam knew from Yuri’s actions what message he was getting across to him and wouldn’t have it any other way. Liam liked what he had with the Russian male, and his feelings for him were strong. Looking at Liam's passion from a different century’s point of view, Liam was like Yuri’s unique knight. He would die for his king and wouldn’t be anything without his king.

  Yuri began to take off Liam’s top, as his and Liam’s hands wandered around each other’s masculine bodies. He nibbled
on Liam’s neck, as he guided Liam to the sofa. Liam ran his hand through Yuri’s silky dark hair. Pants dropped to the ground when both men reached the couch. Yuri sat on the couch with his dick in the ready. Without any foreplay or teasing, Liam was positioned right on Yuri’s hard dick. Slowly, the long cock slid into Liam. Liam grunted as he closed his eyes, taking in all of Yuri with no issue. Giving Liam no time to decide, Yuri’s slightly cold hands stroked Liam’s thick cock.

  Yuri knew how to pleasure Liam in the right places, just as Liam did for Yuri. Even though both men knew the ins and outs of each other's bodies and found the sex thrilling, they both enjoy the pleasure of a woman even more. Having sex with one another didn’t sway the men from enjoying a woman’s touch.

  Yuri’s thrusting began without warning, and he was not planning on being gentle. He gripped onto Liam’s cock as he picked up his pace. He no longer needed to continue to stroke Liam’s dick since his vigorous thrusting began to bounce the Irish-Scottish male’s body.

  He slightly lifted Liam’s legs, as he began to thrust deeper into him. Anyone could hear the men’s bodies crashing into each other if they were in the same room. Liam released his load before Yuri, but Yuri continued until he was done.

  Both men separated to their sides of the couch, as they sneered at each other playfully. Liam raised to his feet first and walked to Yuri to give him a smooch before he went to wash up in his room. Yuri pulled up his pants and grabbed his phone to make a call.

  The shirtless man viewed the city that never sleeps over the mountains. He sensed something was going to happen, yet he couldn’t put his finger on it, but he was sure it would affect his life. Not liking the feeling, he wanted to get rid of the source that made him feel uneasy. To him, it felt like a threat that needed to be controlled. The only problem was he didn’t know where to look or how to fix it.

  **********

  Zena drove her navy blue 2009 Jeep Cherokee through the deserts near the Grand Canyon. For the last three days, the lone traveler's only foot, in reality, was the various genres of music, from alternative-rock down to music from all over the world. If she didn't have her various genres of music, then it would have been one hell of a silent ride cross country. Currently, Heavy by Linkin’ Park sparked Zena's energy, as the song almost matched her current mood.

  As the sky turned colors from the sun going to the horizon, Zena thought about why she left for her journey. Throughout her life, she would listen to her family suggestions, thinking they had her best interest in mind; however, the suggestions made her miss many opportunities. She regretted trusting their advice, but no longer will she not be held back anymore by her family, nor anyone else. Sighing heavily, she gripped irritatingly on her steering wheel, going deeper into her thoughts.

  Zena observed even family would oppress their relatives and be toxic with each other. It wasn't until she was an adult that she realized how her family was greedy and miserable from their life mistakes. The atmosphere they created was so toxic it left her feeling isolated and feeling unwelcome. She didn't want to live in a family-like that anymore.

  With the loss of an opening to follow her dreams and the loss of her father, she finally had enough. She wasn't going to be guilt-tripped to become trapped in a life she didn't want at 24-years-old. The young Black American woman learned late in life that she didn't need anyone telling her how she should live her life or what to do. Family or not, she didn't have to put up with them trying to control her life or being pressured to do something.

  Zena leaned her elbow on the door as she used it as a prop to rest her head on the palm of her hand. She thought about her family history. She knew her father's family migrated to Texas because it had more job opportunities. Unfortunately, like most Black Americans, her family didn't get the opportunities they deserve and let society, drugs, and ignorance oppress them. No one tried to go to college, and some ended up as statistics of single mothers who got knocked up by their boyfriends or husbands who ran out on them. They added to the percentage of young women getting pregnant as teenagers or other forms of stereotypes for young black women. A cycle that repeats itself. Even her parents fell into the statistics, regrettably. With her family being Christians, saying it was God's plan didn't help with thinking they should do better. Yes, some of the men stayed or took care of their kids but only a hand full. Whatever happened to them was ‘God's will,’ and they should follow it blindly. It irritated her that if only her family hadn't let oppression hold them back, then they could have been successful in life from breaking down the barriers that chained them.

  The young woman reminisced about her childhood and how different she was from other little girls. She enjoyed watching science fiction, anime, fantasy, and reading comics to help to deal with the toxic atmosphere she was around. The black nerd or more commonly known among the nerd community blerd, huffed in frustration, while her nose wrinkled, and mouth curved from hearing the voices of everyone negatively telling her she had too much of an imagination and acts weirdly like a “white person.” Everything she has ever done earned her stigma and being called “wannabe white” by her relatives and strangers of the same race as her. Her body tensed as she wanted to curl into a ball as the voices continued, but she couldn’t because she was driving. Some of those voices suggested the stuff she watched was the work of the devil, and she needed to be involved in church more. Rolling her eyes, she thought to herself sarcastically, ‘Pssh like the devil is real.’ Zena liked what she liked, and there was no way in hell she would stop loving her interest because of someone else’s toxic views.

  “How do I say goodbye to what we had…… It’s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday.”

  Once Zena heard those words to the most famous song in the ’90s, tears instantly fell down her cheeks as her chest went tight, thinking about her father. The song continued making her eyes go cloudy as she cried more. Her father was a good man, but he made terrible choices sometimes. It wasn’t until Zena was born that he wanted to attempt to make better ones. He spoiled her like a princess and did everything most men probably wouldn’t do for little girls. He did her hair, polished her nails, took her shopping for training bras and pads, and even took her to get birth control when she started to get sexually active when she got out of high school. Watching her father as she grew up, Zena promised herself that she would do better and not become a stereotype or a statistic. She would be true to herself, though sometimes a bad choice could put someone somewhere they don’t want to be when people take terrible advice from others.

  When Zena’s father died, she lost a part of her soul and the rock that kept her grounded. Her father was everything to her, and she was everything to him. There was nowhere for her to go, and she wasn’t close to her mother. So, it felt awkward for her to stay with her suddenly. Staying in Texas with family would lead to more bad decisions and continuous spiral loops of the same thing. People whispering in her ear “suggestions” of what she should do with her life or how to live it.

  Zena didn’t want that path; she just wanted to explore the endless possibilities until she could find the right fit, no matter how long it would take. She will no longer let anyone pull at her strings away from where she wanted to go. Once she had enough money, Zena packed her stuff, changed her number, and left early that morning without a single word. She planned to erase everything and everyone in her life to start fresh. Where she goes would be whatever she felt like it, which is why she’s now wandering the outskirts of the Grand Canyon, reflecting on her decision.

  *******

  Zena parked her Jeep; no one was around for miles as twilight crept up on her. She reached over her car seat to grab a professional-grade camera. She took a couple of steps out of her Jeep into the desert wasteland and plopped to the ground, taking pictures of the emptiness of the desert and slightly cloudy sky, knowing the exact moment and the best time to capture the photo. Naturally, it came to her, as she snapped the camera. There was something magical about those moments.

>   Zena began taking landscaping pictures as a hobby, which became one of her many hobbies she liked to do to not think about reality. Most of her photos appeared like something that belonged on a canvas or in a museum. She was able to sell some of the pictures to people when they saw them.

  When she was done taking photos, Zena walked back to her Jeep to set up camp, wanting to sleep in the outdoors to admire the nighttime sky. While she set up her unauthorized campsite, she became lost in thought while listening to classical music, drifting mentally into her imaginary world. After everything was settled, she gazed at the stars appearing in the sky, shutting her mind off from reality altogether.

  The dreamer envisioned seeing various rifts in the sky and imagined the rifts leading to a parallel world, unseen to normal human eyes. She thought the world might be something like Tomorrow Land mixed in with additional fantasy scenarios. In the different world that was still earth, lived people who had extraordinary abilities. In that world, there lived all kinds of supernatural creatures, each different from what was common in movies and books. Even though she wasn’t a fan, there were even furries. These furries weren’t typical. They were more like shifters, becoming full human with no animal features or full animals. Without a doubt, some of those shifters are a different type of species other than wolves.

  Zena remembered how someone once told her that she was a watcher. She looked at everything and observed from afar, looking at stuff that no one else dared to see. That was because her head was always in the clouds, or she thought of something so out of the box; people might think she was a little insane in the head. Zena liked her theories, the made-up society, and the world she made in her head. She even hoped that one day, just maybe, that somewhere out there was something unrealistic to the human mind. Reality struck in as she knew it wasn’t going to happen. There were no such things as human-like creatures that had inhuman abilities. Though to be honest, Ancient Aliens and other documentaries did say some convincing theories that humans could become more if they unlock more parts of their brain.