|Lemur: I have been trying to figure how to, within the parameters of
series, we could get Stan and Kai to have, as I like to call it, a
Jerboa: Let's see.... <thinks>
Lemur: I could come up with some scenarios, but always, at some point,
became very *not* Stan.
Jerboa: Yeah. We could always have Stan become quite desperate indeed,
programs Kai for a moment...
Lemur: But that doesn't seem like Stan.... Hmmm...
Jerboa: If Kai could become alive somehow, this would be a lot easier.
could get to talking, which would lead to something else...
Lemur: Yeah, isn't that always the way with the dead? Well, Xev
could have a moment and then Stan gets to talking to him about why
doesn't just kiss her and make her happy. Kai says something
meaning nothing to him, he might as well be kissing Stan or 790...
Jerboa: Stan... "Oh... oh, really?"
Lemur: =) Yeah, baby!
Kai... "So what, Stanley?"
Stan... "You've kissed Xev. You've even sort of kissed 790..."
Kai tilts his head in a mildly curious fashion. "Yes, I have, Stanley.
Stan... "That just leaves me, doesn't it?"
Kai... "Are you asking me to kiss you, Stanley?"
Stan... "No! No, of course not. It's just that you said that you
much be kissing 790 as Xev and well, yeah. Sort of."
Kai... "I was not aware you liked men, Stanley."
Stan... "I don't! I like women. But I don't exactly *not*
Kai... "And you wish for me to... kiss you?"
Stan... "It doesn't mean anything to you, right? - You're dead.
Kai... "As you wish, Stanley." Kai took a short step towards Stan, his
and yet sensuous hands slowly sliding behind Stanley's neck...
Stan's eyes widen in surprise then close...
Kai's full, soft lips gently press against his, moving in sensual rhythm
his cool tongue slides past to caress Stanley's mouth...
Stan's knees involuntarily weaken and he grabs to the assassin's waist
keep from falling...
Their bodies pressed together, Stan moans softly as Kai's tongue deliciously
fills his mouth, his lips skimming against his own as though
they had been
He returns the kiss with the intensity of years spent wandering in space
unloved, unrequited, unsatisfied...
The unexpected passion in the assassin's cold, yet erotic kiss seems
him with a desire he never would have thought possible to experience...
for anyone, especially not for him... he wants more.
But carelessly, Kai slides his tongue from Stanley's mouth and steps
ending the kiss. Through the clouds of lust blurring his vision,
again saw the indifferent, passionless dead man standing before him...
They stand in silence for a moment. Stan regains his strength, stolen
moment by this wave of undeniable desire. Kai stood placid and emotionless,
but Stan could not believe that no emotions existed behind that frozen
exterior. He wished not, at least. He was still burning with unfulfilled
So, this is what Xev sees, he thought, discovering that the passion
bore her was completely overshadowed by that felt for the man - the
standing before him, complacent and willing to obey any request...No,
was Xev's and - Kai wasn't anyone's; he's dead. And it's all
that she never took the initiative... "Kai..."
Kai, unaffected as always. "Yes, Stanley?"
"It didn't bother you to do that, or anything, did it?" The question
not really a question. He knew the answer and already had plans.
Kai moved his head ever so slightly, the only physical evidence of his
negation. "No, it did not. The dead do not... get bothered."
"Well, the living*definitely* do." He looked around the open spaces
bridge. No, not here, he thought, Xev might walk in. He
glanced at Kai
again, his eyes not making it above those lips. Oh, well, one
is another man's sexual fulfillment.
"Kai," Stan began, carefully choosing his words. "Would you mind...
you like to... come with me? I mean, since it doesn't bother you...
you like to... experiment a little with me?"
Kai's brow furrowed a moment, examining Stanley, weighing his words.
you desire, Stanley."
Stan fought a small grin, his breath suddenly heavy with excitement,
trembling in anticipation. He led the way out of the bridge and watched
as he followed, his lean , graceful body moving quietly and fluidly,
Stanley had to fight the sudden deluge of overwhelming sexual images
flooding his mind at the sight of him. Take it easy, he thought. No
*Why* did I never notice this before? he asked himself, resisting the
to ask Kai to lead the way down the corridor. Because Kai is
answered himself. But he's not completely dead...
But he's not alive either, he argued with himself. Ah, but did it really
matter at the moment? When he glanced back at that beautiful, elegant
he immediately found his answer. And soon, his breath caught in his
as they arrived in his sleeping chamber.
Just think about all the years, days, hours, minutes, seconds spent
huge bug just lusting and never acting. Kai didn't care and he
had needs to
think of...needs that *needed* now...
And he could have done worse. A *lot* worse. He carefully turned to
Kai, taking in the sight of those full, supple lips again, and that
silken forelock tickling the side of his face. He suddenly felt a strong
urge to touch that lock, that rich ebony hair... to touch him everywhere,
and to be touched as well. It wasn't a fantasy anymore. It was happening.
When he thought about it, Kai was very pretty. He was clearly
a man - that
thought thrilled Stan more than he could have anticipated - but he
a *beautiful* man. He could have done *so* so much worse.
And he was done holding out. Hoping his voice didn't sound as nervous
felt, he took a step towards Kai and said, "We're here."
Kai looked around the room, then his intense stare returned to Stan.
Stanley. That is evident."
While Stan normally would have been annoyed by such a comment, he was
caring at this point. "So, do you want to..." He tilted his head towards
bed, hoping Kai would understand.
But, of course, Kai simply looked at the bed. He leaned slightly
Stan incomprehension across his features. "Do I want to do what?"
felt impatience tensing in his muscles. He could almost believe
exactly what he was talking about and was only playing dumb out of
of secret pleasure. Perhaps this was the dead's version of foreplay...
Stan closed his eyes, sighing softly. If this was his thrill, then so
"Like I said... experiment a little. You said you didn't
"That is what I said. I do not mind, but I suspect..." He looked
Stan and the unoccupied bed. "...What would this experiment entail?"
Stan felt a spasm coursing through him, making his muscles tense again.
couldn't be happening. He was so sure that... "Well, I was thinking
could..." He stopped, catching his breath. "Like when you kissed
before... something along those lines, but... a little more-- I mean,
little *farther* than just a kiss?"
"As you know Stan, I do not entirely possess all of the equipment necessary
for the type of experiment I assume you are referring to."
Stan sighed again, a small sound of exasperation, but he was determined
to give up on this. "Well, you know... I'm not exactly a woman.
wouldn't need all your... equipment for us to experiment all the way,
Kai pondered this, his eyebrows coming together. "Technically...no,
not." Stan exhaled - finally!
His lust suddenly surging back with the force of a rolling wind, Stan
indicated the bed again with his head. "Now that we understand each
Kai glanced between the surface of the bed and Stan, processing the
implication. Then, with brief hesitation, he sat down on the
Stan thought, halfway there - at least he is on the bed now.
Stan watched him a brief moment, until the full realization that this
indeed going to happen as he had imagined hit him. Shaking himself
his reverie, he joined Kai on the bed, cautiously sitting next to the
He tried not to think about Kai *as* Kai, but rather as just a very
attractive - and *willing* - companion. A sort of salve to his
had been on this ship too long! "Kai, what's with the hair?"
Stan had half-expected Kai to react to the question, but he didn't.
a common hairstyle among the Brunnen-G," he offered. "If I may
ask, I find
it strange that would wish to ask about my hair at this particular
Not really, Stan thought, I have been thinking a lot of strange things
lately. "No, it's nothing. I just realize I've never seen
it down - except
that time when you tried to kill us all - but that wasn't really, you
Kai made a small sound of acknowledgement. "You should not form any
of me based on those events." He furtively glanced at Stan, as though
debating whether or not to say something. Much to Stan's surprise,
finally uttered, "But if you wish to see it down, it can be done."
Now, *that* would be interesting - Kai with his hair down. A night
firsts! "Yeah, yeah. That would be nice."
"As you wish, Stanley." With a practiced hand, Kai slid his fingers
his neck, pulling the long raven braid over his shoulder, and slowly
uncurled the strands, shaking them loose. As Stan watched with an enthralled
gaze, he reached into the center of his large bun, removing the clasp,
the warm black silk of his hair came tumbling down in a gentle waterfall.
He hadn't given much though to the image of Kai with his hair down,
he had, he was sure he would have been wrong. It suited him perfectly
for a brief instant, whatever derogatory thought Stan had ever had
Brunnen-G and their odd ways doubled. Only such a bizarre and
culture would take all that beauty and bind it.
He could not resist reaching out to touch a bit of that lovely black
and his dark thought about the Brunnen-G ways seemingly increased as
the satiny hair between his fingers. If there was ever a definition
beauty, this had to be it. And as he caressed the supple hair, he briefly
wondered if the rest of Kai's body felt this good. To his surprise,
thought was accompanied by a sudden tingle of heat to his groin. He
This was getting *very* weird. But, no stopping, now. Not
that he truly
He inched a bit closer to Kai, suppressing a surge of excitement when
knee brushed against the assassin's. He was acting like a horny teenager,
Stan chided himself. There was a mature way to go about this.
his throat. "So, Kai..."
Kai turned to him, his downed hair and ever-present forelock framing
Is it getting hotter in here? Stan thought, fighting the urge to breathe
heavily. He had never known Kai could have this effect on people.
um, where should we start?"
Kai tilted his head slightly, thinking, causing some of his hair to
against Stanley's shoulder. "You spoke of activities 'further
than a kiss.'
If that is the point to surpass, that would be a reasonable
"Okay!" Stan agreed, shivered at the sensation of Kai's hair against
How would it feel against bare skin, he wondered? "Another kiss
good. In fact, great."
Kai turned toward him, sliding one leg up onto the bed, to close the
between them. Stan felt sweat beading his skin as Kai's leg slid
of his. The assassin then, pushed his hair back, out of his way
his intense stare on Stan.
Stan groaned softly in anticipation, closing his eyes. He nearly jumped
he felt Kai's hands sliding behind his shoulders, his cool lips a second
later connecting with his.
He liked how Kai did that - held him in place; gripped his victim, per
Evidently, what had probably made him a good assassin also made him
incredible kisser - that instinct to hold on and not give up.
And Stan reveled in that particular instinct today, his head spinning
Kai's cold, but pleasurable tongue slid deep into his mouth again.
found himself reaching for him, mirroring the desire to hold on as
gripped the dead man's back tightly, feeling his waves of hair brushing
against his hands.
He made a momentary promise to himself, not to refer to Kai as a dead
Kai pulled Stan closer, clearly dominant. He sure didn't *feel*
His body was cool, but not unpleasantly so; if anything, it felt good
against Stan's own overheating body, suddenly desperate to be touched,
to touch as well. Suddenly, he found himself moaning into Kai's skilled
mouth as he held on a bit tighter, gently pushing Stan down on the
He was suddenly enveloped in a wall of ebony as Kai's hair swept over
blocking them from the outside world. He felt Kai's legs lift
His own body responded excitedly, and he couldn't resist the urge to
his hips up, against Kai's, as his long-neglected male flesh pulsed
hardened. He continued the kiss with feverish desire, sliding his hands
around Kai's head to wrap his fists around the silken curtain surrounding
This was *too* good. Gently, still aware and excited by the fact
man had the ability to kill him in seconds, he pulled down on Kai's
shoulders, until the completely lengths of their bodies met.
Stan spread his hands all over Kai's back, tremendously aroused by the
sensation of another man's body against his own. But soon the assassin's
weight became uncomfortable-- much to his dismay-- he lifted himself
bit and Kai backed away, allowing Stan to maneuver their bodies until
now on top.
He felt like a scurrying animal. He didn't want to give himself,
or Kai for
that matter, time to rethink this. Nor did he even want to pause
sensations for an instant.
Struggling not to waste any time, he now straddled Kai's hips, taking
a moment the sight of him lying on his back, his hair spilled behind
head like black paint. Assuring himself he was okay with the
he leaned towards him again, eagerly capturing his icy and yet delicious
lips in another kiss.
It felt odd to be in a position of power over a person who was considerably
more powerful that he could ever be, but then again, it was also very
interesting. Kai lay, his hands folding on his stomach, reminding
his indifference. Well, Stan thought, if he doesn't care, then
he won't be
mad. Kai kissed him back, as requested.
The kissing was wonderful and felt better than anything had for a long
but he yearned for more. His body demanded to be fulfilled, and it
difficult not to go mad with lust when one was towering over such a
And as they kissed again, Stan adjusted his body against Kai's, feeling
full length of his slender, athletic body against his. He felt so good.
Cold, but good. He fancied that Kai's body had warmed a bit since
come in, but he knew it was only due to the contact with his own warming
self. He found it fascinating to sense these minor changes; the
lips, the less chilled fingertips...
Would it work on the rest of his body, he wondered? He pulled away from
kissing, suddenly, pausing as the thought consumed his mind. He had
naked before. He had been shocked at first, but gradually had become
accustomed to it. Would he be able to look at him again, in this context?
Would Kai even *want* to?
But that was a useless thought; Kai didn't really ever *want* to do
anything, or not want to do anything. It was just a matter of
not he would be willing. The idea was too intriguing to pass
He cleared his throat a bit, attempting to hide the lusty excitement
voice. "Kai?" he attempted, softly.
"What would you like me to do now, Stanley?"
The words sent delightful shivers of pleasure up his spine. "Well, I
wondering if we could, I mean, wouldn't it be better if we were to...
take off our clothes a bit?" He tensed, waiting for Kai's reaction.
"What exactly is 'a bit'?"
Stan swallowed back a groan. But then again, maybe he was thankful that
were taking things so slowly. Too much too fast would have been overwhelming
for him. "What if we just started off by, let's say, taking our shirts
Kai glanced down at his own dark uniform, then back up to Stanley.
Yess! Stan thought, backing up a bit to settle on Kai's lap as he sat
his fingers reaching behind his neck to pull down the fastener of his
Kai removed the top of his uniform to expose his bare chest and the
protoblood equipment embedded in it. Stan had forgotten how pale
His skin was a faint tinge of blue and was so cold to the touch, it
burned. Kai's lips had gotten warmer and so had his fingers…
Staring at Kai's chest, which still had the semblance of once being
and beautiful, Stan unbuttoned his own uniform top, leaving it open
his waist, and quickly slipped off his gray undershirt, letting it
the ground. And then, soundlessly, he slid his hands around Kai's icy
pressing their chests together.
His entire body reacted to the temperature shock. He felt goosebumps
along his arms and neck, but the sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant.
he suspected, Kai's body absorbed the heat coming from his.
He gasped softly, pulling himself closer, gently wrapping his legs around
Kai's hips. He could feel his tiny nipples hardening, due both to the
and to the sudden arousal accompanying it.
He kissed Kai's neck, nestling his face in his full hair. The
to escape the assassin's body with every kiss lavished.
He felt his own skin cooling for a moment, but then the heat of his
came back to warm them both. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was
aware that Kai couldn't feel pleasure from his touch, but Stan didn't
to care as he rubbed his cheek against Kai's shoulder, warming it as
assassin followed his lead and began raining icy kisses on Stan's neck.
Opening his mouth, he breathed a few hot gusts of breath against Kai's
skin. He believed he almost saw condensation briefly cloud the
skin. Rising a little bit, unfortunately removing Kai's lips
from his neck,
he breathed against Kai's chest, warming the skin and watching as the
tint heated to an almost pinkish hue. He would warm one area
of flesh, the
move further, heating another with his passion-heated breath.
This was incredible. Stan delighted in this new finding, gently breathing
and warming Kai's cool chest. He watched the gray-blue ever so slowly
away, and then tentatively crushed their bodies together again. He
the faint, but present warmth of Kai's chest, and he felt the deep
his voice as he said, "I regret the temperature of my body cannot
comfortably accommodate yours."
"No, no, it's fine, Kai. It's just fine," he assured him. "I think
be warm enough for us both." Kai turned his intense green eyes
joined chests. "I suspect you may be right." Stanley felt a chuckle
his throat. Despite the unusual situation, Kai was still Kai and that
comforting. He kissed at the man's warming neck. "What
do you anticipate
to be the...culmination of this experiment?" Stan almost didn't
question, the words just rising as intoxicating breaths of cool air
Stan released a deep breath of warmth against Kai's shoulder, and rested
cheek against it as Kai's question suddenly made him think. How
this go? How far *could* it go, he wondered? He was fully functional,
whereas Kai wasn't, but he reminded himself it wasn't necessary for
needs to be met.
"Maybe we should just let things happen and see where we end up." he
And he punctuated it by poking his tongue out, pressing the tip against
coolness of Kai's skin.
At that moment, he would have enjoyed a faint shudder of arousal or
slight moan, but Kai did not move and did not make a sound. Stan
again, thinking. Where *did* he want this to go? "Perhaps," Kai
voice vibrating in his chest. "I would be more likely to do what
you...desire if I were to know what that is. I do not believe
figure it out unless you tell me." Stan rose up, looking at Kai.
against the blue and the fine pools of green - Kai was a work of art
"Hmmm," Stan mused. "You're right, Kai. You're right.
Let me think..."
Stan couldn't help but feel the excitement of the moment drain a bit
was forced to re-think their situation. How far could they go, exactly?
had enjoyed the kissing and the close contact, but the insistent hardness
struggling for attention in the confining material of his uniform was
enough of his desire for something a bit more *physical*.
He cleared his throat again. "Kai... would it bother you to... touch
"No, Stanley. It would not bother me. I am dead."
He had almost gotten
himself to forget the dead thing. "Yeah, well, then," Stan began.
exactly to put this? He took Kai's hand in his and slid it down
Kai's hand was still a bit cold, leaving icy little tingles as it skimmed
down his chest. Stan swallowed, guiding his hand lower, lower,
reached the folds of his opened uniform.
Cautiously he released Kai's hand, concerned for a moment that Kai
either change his mind, or not understand what was being asked of him,
have some other objection. But when he slowly slipped his hand
fabric, a small sigh of relief and excitement escaped Stan's lips.
But then he froze as Kai paused just above his groin, his brow furrowing
his eyes growing pensive as he glanced up at Stan. "This *is*
desire… correct?" he asked.
Stanley frowned in turn, puzzled by the question. "Of course it
stammered, casting his gaze down his body to where they were almost
intimate contact with each other. "Why are you asking me this?"
"It is my… desire that you are certain about the decision you have made.
That you will not regret what is being done here."
Stan opened his mouth, then closed it. Kai was right. He
acted on impulse up until now, barely giving any thought to what was
on. He was with Kai. Half-naked, with Kai, having what
in his mind he
considered to be sex, and with Kai. Is this was he wanted?
He knew what he wanted.
Wordlessly he reached for Kai's hand, holding on to it as he grasped
bottom of his uniform with his other hand, pulling it down his hips
He was naked now. And, still holding Kai's hand, he slid it down
until those icy fingers curled around his rigid organ. The sudden,
delightful contact of cold against searing heat was enough to make
squirming beneath Kai's touch.
"Yes Kai," he breathed. "Yes, I'm sure."
Kai seemed to accept the answer, nodding slightly in that mild manner
agreement unique to him. Not another word passed through them
as Kai hooked
his arm around Stan's back, cooling the other man's skin and warming
as his other fingers began stroking Stanley's member.
Stan moaned, closing his eyes, marveling at the gentleness in the cool
as Kai slid his fingers up and down in slow, sensual caresses.
At first he
used only his fingertips, then
gradually coiled the full length of his fingers around him. His
almost instantly warmed, and Stan began undulating against Kai's grasp
resumed his slow strokes, his hand coated with dampness as it leaked
the swollen tip.
This was unbelievable, Stan thought, excitement tripling as Kai leaned
closer, pressing their chests together, covering his mouth for an amazingly
intense kiss. It was almost too much. Stan had to pull
away from the kiss
for a moment, gasping for breath as his head swam in an insurmountable
of lust. Kai's other hand, resting against his back and unmoving
now, began to rub the bare skin of his back, causing little goosebumps
rise from the coolness and the pleasure of his touch.
Stanley's head fell against Kai's shoulder, gusts of hot breath heating
skin there quite effectively. Kai was still stroking him, tenderly,
lovingly…. how could a dead man still be capable of such passion?
moaned aloud, long past caring what Kai could think of him, of his
at the moment. His teeth grazed the skin of Kai's shoulder as
assassin's strong and yet so delicate hand caressed and gently tugged
swollen member, alternating between agonizing slowness and a quicker,
pace. Stan could feel himself beginning to pulse and grow ever
slightly-it wouldn't be long now.
The heat of his imminent climax simmered within his groin until it finally
surged out, and Stan cried out as he reached a sudden, sharp peak,
his face in Kai's neck as his body shuddered and trembled with every
explosion of hot liquid from the tip of his aching organ, delightful
of sweet relief he had so dreamed of and longed for. Warm, intensely
satisfying pleasure washed over him, his body continuing to shiver
gratification as exhaustion took over.
And throughout it all he was aware of Kai wrapping his arms around his
holding him close as he spent himself against the man who had given
pleasure he hadn't experienced in a long… much too long time.
When was the last time he had felt this good? He couldn't remember.
It took a while before Stan could muster the strength to raise his head,
finally he did and it was well worth the effort as Kai's fathomless
eyes met his.
He had never experienced such pleasure with a woman before. Maybe
taken a man to give him what he really wanted, what he truly needed…
that couldn't be the case.
No, maybe for once, he was finally with someone he truly loved.
"Was that… satisfactory, Stanley?" Kai asked simply, his voice even
though nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred.
But Stanley just smiled. Kai still had to be Kai, after all.
"Yes, Kai," he sighed, still somewhat catching his breath. He
at their joined bodies, and saw the results of his orgasm smeared against
Kai's stomach. He certainly was warm there now, Stan thought,
again. "It was great. You were great."
Kai said nothing more, so Stan pulled back a bit, nodding his chin towards
the drying fluid on the other man's belly. "I'm sorry about that.
mean to mess you all up."
Kai looked down, then back up, of little concern about it. "I
to the cryo-chamber to remove it before returning to cryostasis." he
He drew his legs back and swung them over the bed, unmindful of Stan's
disappointed gaze as he reached for his uniform top and began walking
"Wait… Kai." Stanley called out to the retreating assassin as he was
to exit his sleeping chamber.
Kai paused and turned around, causing his unbound hair to spill over
left shoulder, partly obscuring his face. Stan stared at him
for a moment,
gathering his thoughts, before gathering a sheet and pulling it over
"Kai…" he began, hesitant.
If Kai noticed, he made no indication of it. "Yes, Stanley?"
Finally, Stan sighed. This is where it ends. This is where
it must end, he
"Thank you." he said.
"You are… welcomed." Kai answered. He turned again and left the
And Stan watched him leave, smiling to himself.