Connor groaned and thrust his hips forward, the head of his cock nudging the cleft of the boys firm ass as he sought an entrance.

He slipped in with surprising ease – surprising because he really hadn’t used that much lube, and because sex with another man wasn’t something he’d ever thought about. But he was alone in a strange country, meeting with a large corporation on his father’s behalf in the morning, and dammit, he needed a little companionship.

And if male companionship was all he could find... well, he’d take what he could get. He’d only ever had sex once, after all, and thanks to a nifty memory spell, couldn’t remember that one time, anyway.

He plunged into the boy, finding a comfortable rhythm and bringing himself to orgasm before he was entirely ready for the experience to be over.

“Er, sorry,“ he apologized, but the other boy had already zipped up his pants and was halfway down the length of the alley before Connor even ask his name.

“Hey,“ he shouted, and the boy turned. To his shock, in the boys silhouette, Connor could make out the faint shape of... breasts.

“You’re a girl?“ he blurted out, and the boy – girl – smirked sardonically and sent him a small half-wave of acknowledgement.

“But...“

“You’re not what I would have chosen, either. But sacrifices must be made for the sake of the future.“

A little insulted, and more than a little shocked, Connor could only stare as the boy – girl – strode out of the alley and slipped into a car parked at the curb.

“Wait a minute!“ he yelled, chasing after her. “I don’t even know your name.“

“Haruka,“ she said, sliding her hand through the hair of the woman sitting next to her. Wait, woman?

“Goodbye... Connor Angel.“