“Goddamn, have you lost your bloody mind?” Jim yelled. “I certainly will not…”
Khan didn’t let him finish. Within a second he was on his feet and dragged the captain with him. Instantly Kirk yanked up his knee to hit him there where it hurt the most, but the super-human was too quick and avoided Kirk’s defense. “Tsk-tsk, Captain, that I’m calling bad form,” he taunted with a dangerous gleam in his eyes, then he lifted his captive and tossed him simply over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Jim thrashed around, kicked, placed some really hard blows to the super-human’s back – and received a slap on his butt like he was a disobedient child. “Fuck you!” he screamed.
“Language, Captain, unless you mean it literary,” Khan scoffed. “If so, I will consider your offer – after I had my turn, of course.”
Anger and fright started to prevail in Jim again. “Don’t you dare…!” Kirk’s outburst was stopped as he was hurled on his bed, landing between the blankets and the pillows with a huff. Before he could even start to sit up, Khan was again above him and – ignoring the punches Jim landed at every part of his body that was reachable – stripped out of his shirt.
The first rain pelted against the windows as outside the skies opened its floodgates and the thunder-storm broke finally loose; mirroring the turmoil Kirk was going through as he found himself in a situation that was suddenly far more complicated than it had been before. In the light of the flashes Khan’s slender, sinewy torso shined like alabaster; the muscles of his arms flexed as he caught Jim’s wrists again and tied them with the sleeves of his shirt to the headboard, leaving the young man nearly helpless.
For several moments Kirk couldn’t conceive what was happening to him. Here he was, tied to his own bed with his most deadly and – God alone knew why – very horny nemesis upon him, who didn’t waste any time to claim his prey. The breath was caught in Jim’s throat as Khan’s long, warm hands spread against his chest and started to roam over his upper body; exploratory, daringly firm but also almost softly. And, to his utter horror, heat was crawling beneath his skin wherever the Augment touched him; leaving tingling tracks which found their way to the pit of his stomach. A further gasp escaped his lips as the super-human grinded his groin against his’, eliciting a wave of unwelcomed yearning in the depths of his body.
That was wrong!
That was so completely and entirely wrong!
“Stop it!” he groaned; pleading all higher beings of the whole universe to save him – to save him from the up-flaring, crazy desire for his mortal enemy that lurked in the edges of his conscious.
“I have not even begun – not really,” the former dictator murmured, encircling Jim’s nipples with skilled thumps; worming out a low moan from his captive. He saw the fright in the ever-so blue eyes of the young Starfleet-officer, but he guessed that it was the fear of the own reactions. Kirk was already hard and the widened pupils and the soft tremors gave him away, too. The captain’s mind could fight all it wanted, but his body spoke another language.
Jim gulped as he registered the lustfully gleam in the Augment’s gaze and moistened his lips; a gesture that really tested Khan’s control. “I thought you wanted to kill me,” Kirk whispered, asking himself how it was even possible that their deadly fight had changed into an erotic battle.
A slow, predatory smile curved the luscious lips of the man, who was about to ravish him. “And this I will do!” the super-human replied quietly; his voice lowered to a sinful deep purr. He bent down and Jim gasped anew, as their now both bare chests were finally touching – warm, tensed and delicious forbidden. Bracing his weight of one forearm beside Jim’s head the Augments fingers glided into the blond strains; no longer brutal but almost gently. “I will kill you, Captain, over and over again!” Khan stated, brushing his mouth over that of the younger man, while the fingers of his free hand cupped his hip. “Tell me, James Kirk, are you familiar with the French phrase ‘petite mort’?”
Chapter 2
Professor Doctor Matthew Dashwood switched off his PADD, shut down his computer-terminal and rose. Slipping of his white lab-coat with the golden Starfleet-emblem he threw it over his desk-chair and left his office. It was quiet in this special part of the ‘Starfleet-Laboratory for Science and Healing’ – shortened LSH – that was built underground in the southern part of Nevada’s desert, not far away from the long ago abandoned place that was known as ‘area 51’ back in the 20th century.
The lab was specialized on researches for cures and serums of the most dangerous maladies that could be found in the Federation of the United Planets, and therefore it had been separated from the main research-center in the Starfleet-Headquarter. The next town – what happened to be Las Vegas – was more than 80 miles away and the transporter-room at the ground-level was only allowed to be used for the emergencies; otherwise the staff had to travel by cyber-vessels.
The highest operational standards were essential for survive – not only for the employees but also fort the whole planet. If anything went wrong and only one causative organism would come in contact with the outer world the consequences could be disastrous.
So it was no miracle that the security-arrangements were the highest within Starfleet on Earth and even Dashwood, being the head of this facility, needed more than ten minutes to reach his own office or the actual laboratories every time he re-entered the laboratory.
Walking down the corridors and passing another sally port, Matthews dark eyes found the security guard that was deployed before the door that led to the most important section of this facility in the moment. Greeting the professor he stood at attention and watched the scientist enter the lab, only then he relaxed.
Dashwood looked around. “Ryan?” he called but couldn’t find his assistant Ryan Brown at his workplace. Frowning, his glance wandered to the barrier, made of a special transparent strong glass that was additional secured by an electric field, and stared at the lonely cryotube that stood in the small cubicle and held prisoner 3158-17-215.
Everything seemed to be normal. The sally port to the room was closed and the code-lock showed a green light, meaning that everything was in order. But still… something wasn’t right. That had nothing to do with the fact that his assistant had left his station – everyone had to use the restrooms from time to time – but with a growing nagging feeling deep in the professors conscious.
Stepping to the sally port he entered the code, placed his hand on the fingerprint-sensor, let another sensor check his retina and unlocked the door by giving a password for what a voice-detector analyzed and had to identify him, before the port opened.
Carefully Dashwood entered the cubicle and neared the cryotube. Confused, he only recognized now that the transparent port was frozen; proving that the cryogenic process had been driven up to its full capacity.
“What the heck…?” the scientist whispered. Prisoner 3158-17-215 should not be in full cyrosleep; he was needed unfrozen, but his vitals at the lowest level possible to hold him in a kind of pseudo-coma. Which idiot had put the proband back into full stasis? You couldn’t freeze and unfreezing a person over and over again. At some point the body wouldn’t cooperate with the difficult procedure any longer – even, if said body had been genetically engineered to resist more than any other human on Earth could. Unimaginable, if all the work of the last four months would be for naught because the valuable subject wouldn’t survive another wakening.
With a scowl on his face Dashwood closed the distance and looked down on the occupant whose face was to see through the observation window – and backed away with a yelp. The man he just saw was not prisoner 3158-17-215, but Ryan Brown! His assistant was laying in this cryotube and not the certainly most dangerous man of the planet – if not of the whole Federation!
With a frantic beating heart Dashwood left the room; not bothering with closing the sally port. He ran through the lab, tore the door open and screamed to the guard: “RED ALERT! The prisoner has escaped!”
The security-officer stared at him unbelievingly. “Professor, that’s impossible! I haven’t left my guard for one minute after I took the shift and…”
“He. Is. Gone!” Dashwood’s voice became shrill and it was enough to set the guard into action. He stormed away to hit the emergency-button, drawing his phaser. A second later the sirens started to blare; the lights in the corridors changed from a comfortable pearl-white to an alarming red.
Another door across the corridor opened and an Andorian looked at him; his dark eyes large in the blue face. “Matthew, what happened?” he asked in the typical smooth-gentle voice of his race, while his antennas curved towards his human colleague.
“The worst thing possible!” the professor answered; his round face pale like a table-cloth. “The prisoner is on the run!” He raced down the corridor, the Andorian at his heels.
“How did he manage that?” the alien asked concerned. “He was comatose, securely locked away!”
Dashwood shook his head. “I have no clue, Shran. Ryan lies now in the cryotube and…” He stopped as the commanding officer of the security approached and hastily the professor gave a short report of the situation. The commander cursed as he learned of the reason for all the tumult, pulled out his communicator and gave instructions, before he turned towards the scientists again. “Is he conterminous?” As the two scientists shook their heads, the office sighed in relief, then he growled: “Don’t worry, gentlemen. He can’t be far away.”
“And of all I know he could have escaped hours ago,” Dashwood interrupted him. “Ryan wanted to do another series of tests and started to work on it at the early evening – before the beta-shift was done for today and left for the weekend. Eventually the prisoner used this to mix with the employees and has already left the…”
The officer frowned. “He has been heavy drugged for more than four months. He must be weak and therefore…”
A hole laughter erupted form Dashwood’s throat. “The prisoner may be weak but he regenerates several times quicker than even a Vulcan could do. He maybe has back his full strengths right now!”
The security-commander took a deep breath and nodded. “Then we should check every corner, every hoist-way and every supply-duct of the facility as well as the transporter, before we contact Starfleet Command.” He set his phaser to ‘kill’.
Dashwood gasped as he saw it. “Are you crazy? We cannot kill him – not before the tests are done and the results…”
“Your lab-rat is a goddamn super-human that kills without a thought and is immune to any stun-blaze you shoot at him,” the head of the security-department interrupted him impatiently. “If it comes down to his or my survival you can be damn sure which alternative I choose!”
“Commander, listen…”
The officer fixed him with a hard look. “This is out of your responsibility now, Professor. The prisoner has to be re-captured or killed – otherwise you can report to Starfleet Command that the space-terrorist Khan is not at the security-facility at Gama 12 like the other freaks, but escaped your ward and roams now free the planet; certainly seeking revenge on those who brought him to his downfall!”
ST***ST***ST
The security-commander was right. Said Augment was burning to get revenge, but his desire for vengeance had taken another way than original planned. And no-one was more surprised of it than the two men in the skyscraper in San Francisco in the apartment of the 48th floor.
Jim stared with wide eyes into the small, striking face above him.
Petite mort – little death…
Of course he knew what that phrase meant. “No…,” he whispered; comprehending what his captor was telling him. “No, you will not…”
“I certainly will!” Khan interrupted him and nipped for a moment at his yaw; letting his hand slide from his captive’s hip upwards along his side; his nails scratching madding softly over the smooth skin. “I certainly will take you in any way possible.” His mouth traveled to the sensible spot beneath Jim’s ear. “I will make you scream, Kirk!” He growled before he sucked not too gently at the smooth skin of the younger man’s neck. “You will scream until you’re hoarse – not in pain, but in pleasure.” His fingers traveled down again, found the waistband of Jim’s sweatpants and ghosted just above them in an alarming soothingly manner.
This was the moment Kirk really became scared – very, very scared. It was simply too much! There mere thought that Kahn was going to touch him in the most intimate way woke an unknown angst in him that broke out of him in a burst of new resistance.
“Take your hands off me!” he shouted, bucked up and tried to roll away; ignoring that his arms started to protest because of the angle they were forced into – after all they were bound to the headboard.
A strong but also soft hand on his belly stopped his attempt, while one long leg slipped over his calves again; making him immobile before he could turn fully around.
“Drop this nonsense, Kirk!” Khan’s voice was still quiet, what was even more eerie. “There is no escape for you, no way to deny me what I want – what you are wanting, too, even if you so eager to renounce the pleasure you will experience.”
“I. Don’t. Want. This!” Jim gritted out; his face red with the most different emotions he ever had and which raced through his entire being: Loath, fear, hate – and unwelcome desire…
“Liar!” Khan’s deep chuckle was a promise what would happen in the next hours; a promise that was sealed with another searing, deep, hard kiss that heralded Jim’s fate.
If it would have been someone else than Khan, Kirk certainly had savored the lust that had started to take hold of his senses, as the Augment plundered his mouth with the force of a storm similar to the raging winds outside the apartment. He was no one who denied himself a night of passionate bed-activities, but that here was his nemesis, for heaven’s sake; the man who had come to kill him! It really was completely nuts to get hot because his soon-to-be-murderer was kissing the day out of him.
As these long, experienced fingers glided in his sweatpants, the young captain panicked. His mortal enemy was about to touch his most valuable parts and his survival-instincts kicked in once more. Turning his head away from those smoldering lips he panted: “NO! No, Khan, NO!” He tried to wrest away; his breath hitched in his throat while his heart-beat started to gallop even more, driven by another burst of adrenalin. No, he couldn’t let this happen. He couldn’t allow his captor this kind of assault. He was going to be harmed in the most painful way – or he would be completely undone; two options he was unable to accept.
The elegant hand stilled; Khan’s soft lips brushing Jim’s cheek while he whispered: “Calm down, Kirk, I am not going to hurt you – not now and not like this!” His words fell on deaf ears and he realized that the younger man was beginning to hyperventilate. James Kirk was anything but a coward. The Augment had witnessed the sometimes almost foolish courage that drove the captain, but this particular situation seemed to push the Starfleet-officer to his limits.
Sliding his free am around the slim waist of his captive, he did the first thing that came to his mind to end the raising panic Kirk was undergoing. He simply waited while he tightened his hold on Jim; knowing that the other man would calm down as soon as the main danger seemed to have stopped.
Eventually Khan’s idea proved to be successful. A part of Jim’s mind was aware of the fact that his panic wouldn’t help him and that it did more harm than good, and as the time went by and his captor did nothing more than holding him, he started to quiet down.
The super-human felt Kirk’s breath returning to a less dangerous level, cocked his head and observed his him. The sky-blue eyes were wide as saucers and almost black with fear, yet his chin was stubbornly set and the reddened swollen lips were pressed into a line. Ah, still fighting! Good!
“Calmed down at last?” he asked; carefully not to taunt Kirk too much or there was the chance the younger man would relapse.
A moment later he learned that James T. Kirk was stronger than that. “I know I can’t escape you or what you have in stock for me.” His voice was flat, but also full of defiance. “Come on, Khan, do your worst. Go ahead. Rape me. I am aware that I can’t stop y…”
“I will not rape you, Kirk!” The enhanced human’s features were, all of sudden, very serious and indignant. “I’ve done many things others would call a crime, but I’ve never – and will never! – rape someone. This is a taboo I will not break. Even I have my limits – and I will not lower myself on the level of…” He stopped and took a deep breath; his eyes flashed for another moment with an inner fire that seemed to burn straight into Jim’s soul, then his control slipped back in place – as far as it was possible in his strong aroused state.
Kirk shuddered, but not in angst only. To hear that the Augment had still some moral limits left was almost a relief for him; nevertheless as Khan started to caress his side and chest again, Jim gulped. “You said, you wouldn’t…” His words died as his mouth was once again re-captured in a short, hot kiss, before his foe murmured:
“I will not rape you – but I certainly will ravish you. And you are going to want it.” His hand moved downwards one more time, and another gasp was eliciting from the young captain, as the clever fingers found their way under the waistband. To Jim’s dismay the manliest part of his body started to pulse with anticipation, while his loins tensed in an all too familiar yearning way.
He had the urge to yell at the super-human; to shout to let him the hell alone and that Khan never could make him wanting this, but the Augment’s mouth was again on his’ and therefore he could only made a protesting sound – a sound that changed into a throaty mewl, as the hand of his nemesis started to stroke every area around his still painful hardened shaft without touching it.
Khan felt the growing tension in the muscular young body beneath him, the sharper breathes Kirk drew in and released the swollen lips of his adversary. For a moment he locked eyes with him, then he nibbled and licked his way down Jim’s throat; grinning as the blood beneath the silken skin pulsed even quicker. Oh, he would have Kirk panting and writhing in passion within the next minutes!
“S-s-s-stop it!” Jim wheezed; realizing horrified that his fear was fading into a new fire that flowed through his veins and made him melting into the seductive touches.
“You don’t want me to,” Khan growled into his skin, pressing hot open-mouth kisses over the toned chest beneath him, savored the taste of salt and something that was uniquely Kirk. Not giving his captive a moment to comprehend what he was targeting for, he reached his first goal and started the next carnal attack.
Kirk squeezed his eyes shut and moaned, as the gentle lips of his opponent brushed over his right nipple the same moment the hand in his pants closed around his already throbbing shaft. The next flash outside shimmered through his closed lids the same instant another bolt of erotically heat shot through his whole body; intensified as Khan began to stroke his most sensible part.
God dammit! The bastard knew exactly what he had to do to break down every resolve without using violence. Jim gritted his teeth as sensation of sensation racked through his being; flashing back and forth between the sucking and biting on his chest and the obviously experienced hand around his shaft that made him dizzy with desire. Khan’s warm breath whispered over his already oversensitive skin, the soft pressure of the Augment’s body on his’ made Jim realizing the bruises from the early brutal blows, but the uncomfortable feeling was fading away as more pleasure seized him. All higher beings of the universe may show him mercy! Kirk simply knew that he was losing this fight; that he would give in and would let Khan his way with him – that in the end he would indeed wanting this.
The Augment was concentrated on the object of his needs and listened to every sound, took in every flinch that became more and more frantically with each stroke he gently inflicted on his captive. He heard the gasps, felt the growing tension in the other man’s body, saw the beginning rapture on the boyish features and attended to the left nipple of his bedfellow. He was determined to throw him over the edge; to make him wreathe in ecstasy before he would claim him fully – not to grant his adversary some pleasure when he deserved only the worst, but to demonstrate his domination.
The last resolve was wearing off, as Jim felt an all too familiar heat tightening in his belly and how it was unfurling slowly but unstoppably. He was panting now, battling a battle he couldn’t win anymore, as his body betrayed him – not like it did after he entered the warp core chamber, but in the beginning ecstasy that was whirling through his whole being.
And then it stopped.
Just before the incredible tension could explode into the announcing relief Khan moved away from him; leaving him tremble in desperate necessity to be finished off. Acting on pure instincts Jim lifted his head and glanced at his captor. “Don’t you dare to let me down now!” he gasped, inwardly cringing how needy his voice sounded. God, where was the well-trained Starfleet-captain when he was needed the most?
“Already begging, Kirk?” Khan mocked, but the hoarse undertone revealed his own state. The way the younger man responded to his purposeful caresses, the proximity, the delightful sight of his stubborn adversary losing control like this – it all increased the Augment’s already burning lust to a new level.
Kneeling beside the Starfleet-officer he pulled Kirk’s sweatpants down with one smooth movement, eliciting a mixture of protest and relief from his captive, while he hurled the garment away. The predatory smile returned to his features as he could finally see what he already felt before: James Kirk was very well-built – in every way!
Without hesitation he straddled his foe again, encircled the hips with long, strong hands and let them roam once more over the soft sweaty torso; never taking his eyes of Kirk’s flushed face. He relished in the power he already held over him; knowing very well that the captain had to play along, otherwise the condition, he was in, would be become unbearable.
“Do you want me to continue?” The taunting wasn’t unnoticed by Jim and he would have loved to punch the smug expression off his tormentors face, but his hands were – literary – bound and there was also a certain more urgent matter that was in terrible need to be taken care of. He really wished he could yell at this infuriating bastard, who was doing this to him, but that would only worsen his situation. If he liked it or not, but tied as he was a really needed Khan to ‘help him out’
“Jesus Christ, just end what you’ve started,” he growled; cursing his demanding body for its weakness.
“Has your mother not taught you how to ask nicely?” the super-human threw Kirk’s words from earlier back at him. He grinded his still clad groin into the painful hard erection of his nemesis, smirking as the younger man arched against him. “Well?” he pressed, while one of his fingers wandered delicious slowly over his captive’s most vulnerable part that shimmered in an angry, demanding red.
Jim yelped as the soft touch drove him one time more close to the edge, but denied him what he craved by now. Pride, defiance and obstinacy could go to hell – if he couldn’t come soon he would lose his mind. His heartbeat was already incredible quick, his soul was in turmoil, his body screamed for release. “Do it!” he whispered; adding a bitter tasting “Please!” to it.
Ah, there it was: the first sweet victory. What could be more satisfying than making his arrogant, headstrong, outrageous young opponent to want him – him, his nemesis? And this was only the beginning. Khan was determined to force his captive to desire him!
A loud moan was torn from Jim’s throat as he was once again caught in a gentle, but also firm grip, as Khan continued his erotically attacks. Kirk didn’t care that he admitted surrender as he took anything he could get from his carnal tormentor, and was finally driven towards pure rapture; heightened by the subconsciously knowledge of the danger he was still in. He groaned as Khan’s mouth were back on his neck; sucking, licking, biting, leaving a mark that would last for days – and the burning knot in Jim’s belly unlashed in an inferno of all consuming ecstasy that washed over him like a tidal wave of pure lava. His outcry was devoured by the Augment’s hot lips which closed over his’, while the long, warm fingers were milking him until there was nothing left to spend.
At last boneless and glowing in the aftermath, Jim tried to catch his breath, as he laid there; eyes closed, unable to move. Tremors were rippling under his skin; the sheer force of the strong orgasm had numbed his mind into a short state of heavenly oblivion, while every nerve was tingling. Sweet Lord, this had been one of the most intense sexual experiences he ever underwent and this because of the hands of his sworn enemy!
That was not bad, that was insane!
But he didn’t mind. Not in this moment, when reality seemed to be far away.
Khan rose and looked down at his rather unwilling bedfellow, who looked utterly undone in not a bad way. There was still a hint of bliss on Kirk’s soft-manly features, his face and chest were flushed and a sheet of dampness covered his body; mingled with the body-fluid that had been erupted from the younger man’s loins – a marvelous sight.
The Augment had known that his adversary was full of passion, but the fervor, Kirk displayed as he was overwhelmed by his ecstasy, was promising so much more! And he would have this – would have him! Now! Khan had always been proud of his control, but it was fading away in the pure greed that didn’t allow any further delays. His trousers were painful tight as he unbuckled his belt.
Jim tried to regain some of his senses and above all a sane thought, as his mind started to work again. Yes, he just had been seduced into sexual submission, but – what was certainly more important – he was still alive. Yet that didn’t mean that his captor was going to spare him.
Rather the opposite.
Kirk had a certain feeling in his gut that this all wasn’t over; after all Khan had even stated that this was ‘only the beginning’. The soft sound of something being put down on his nightstand alert him and brought his attention back to reality at the moment, as a towel wiped the milky tracks of his orgasm away. Tiredly he opened his eyes and glanced straight into Khan’s face that hovered above him, and as he saw the burning desire in those sea-green-blue pools, Jim gulped. Yeah, he had been right. This was far from being over!
He turned his head to see what the Augment had placed on the nightstand – and his eyes widened as he recognized a bottle of sunflower oil; the same sunflower oil he used to fry steaks. And the reason, why the super-human had collected it from the kitchen, was pretty clear – and it made Jim shiver. Even if he hadn’t been intimate with a man before, he knew how the whole thing between two males worked, and it send a new bolt of dread through him; the fear of the foreign, laced with random knowledge.
“Don’t fret! I already told you that I will not rape you – not like you understand it,” Khan’s deep voice said calmly. “You will be prepared.”
Jim looked back at him again and became stock still. Only now he recognized that the genetically engineered man had taken off the rest of his clothes; his pale skin glistened in the semi-darkness and the flashes the raging thunder storm outside released. Tall, shimmering like marble, slender like a cat with slim hips and long muscular legs, and with an unholy fire in his piercing gaze Khan Noonien Singh stood there; the proof of his raging desire – perfect in shape like the rest of his body – pointed hard and strong to the skies.
This was the moment Kirk was gripped with new fear – one that differed strongly from the fright he endured, as Khan had been about to beat him to death. It was mixed with something else; with a wisp of anticipation that seemed to come out of nowhere, settled down in his abdomen and whispered through his soul.
His mouth went dry as the Augment tossed the towel carelessly aside and knelt down at the mattress. Swallowing the sudden lump in his throat Jim somehow managed to whisper a “Don’t…,” before Khan slipped over him again.
“You know that I will not stop,” the former dictator stated. “What just happened was only the appetizer.” His hands slid beneath Kirk’s back, while his lean body covered that of the younger man completely. A groan was on the tip of tongue as their groins came in contact, finally sans clothes.
Jim shuddered – but not out of revulsion, as it should have been. No. Wherever Khan touched him his skin seemed to be on fire and as the super-human’s lips found his’ again, he felt himself accepting the challenge of the clever tongue that conquered his mouth.
It did him no good, for the Augment deepened the kiss instantly, what set Kirk’s nerve ablaze and let the tightness returning to his loins.
‘Now it’s officially, Jim: You’ve lost your mind. To be eager for the touch of your mortal enemy isn’t really the smartest thing you ever did. You should let check Bones your head – if you ever will survive this!’ he thought, then his mind shut off, as his captor’s sensual assaults became more aggressive, but without hurting him. The caresses flooded his senses with incredible delight, the feeling of the Augment’s carnal heat at his groin was a delicious threat; the mortal threat that lurked beneath this erotic torment was like ambrosia and made him helpless with lust.
‘Better at everything…’
Khan’s words during one of their talks aboard the Enterprise a year ago was ghosting through Jim’s memories, then the reality started to melt away, as the irresistible seduction began to unfold new success…
Dashwood watched Doctor Sino Lai-Heng, as he checked the vital-signals of Ryan Brown, who laid in the cryotube; stilled in his frozen sleep. It was silent in the laboratory and the attached security-room in contrast to the haste in the rest of the Nevada-department of LSH. Outside of this small oasis the security personnel had spread through the whole area, checked every room, every corner – every place prisoner 3158-17-215 could be and regarding the man’s abilities the guards were on high alert. But Matthew Dashwood had a certain feeling that they wouldn’t find the subject anymore. Ryan had to be for hours now in cryosleep, what implied that the prisoner was free for the same range of time.
“His heartbeat and body-functions have been reduced to the lowest level possible,” the Chinese xeno-biologist broke into his colleague’s thoughts and took a deep breath. “As far as I can see he had been chocked and knocked down afterwards.” He pointed to a barely seeable shadow around the scientist’s throat and then to a small bump at his temple. “I dare to say he can be lucky to be still alive. As far as I learned the prisoner isn’t known for showing any kind of mercy and kills without hesitation. Why he spared Ryan is a miracle.”
“I think it was the easiest way to hide his tracks,” Matthew mused. “Think, as soon the cryotube is open for more than half an hour and not at work, the alert is activated. He knew this and needed more time to escape, so he needed a living body to place it into the…”
“You think he knew how we secured his cryotube and how to avoid an alert?” Lai-Heng blinked. “How so? He was revived after we did the changes to the cryotube and he was placed in artificial coma the most times. The few days he was only put under sedative could be counted on one hand, and…
“And still he managed to trick us all and escaped!” Dashwood interrupted him, turning abruptly away. He knew that Ryan Brown couldn’t be brought back from the cryosleep so soon after he had been frozen. There should be at last several days to give his body the possibility to adjust to the dead-like sleep until they could make a try to wake him up again. Only then the riddle, how prisoner 3158-17-215 was able to break free could be solved – that meant, if he wouldn’t be re-captured before.
And Dashwood really hoped that the Augment would be caught soon, otherwise he would have to face the unpleasant duty to inform Starfleet Command – and the new supreme commander who was now in charge for five months: Admiral Richard Barnett, former head of the Starfleet-Academy. And the admiral didn’t know that the research of the LSH’s department in Nevada involved the blood samples of a certain genetically engineered criminal from the 20th century, who should be locked away at Gamma 12.
Nothing in the world had ever prepared Jim Kirk to experience such painful pleasure like he did now. Even if his captor had kept his word and had readied him until he was close to the edge of losing sanity, it hurt like hell as Khan finally claimed him. The soft burning at the beginning, as the Augment used his fingers to prepare him, had changed into a strange but nevertheless good sensation – until the super-human made the last step. Yes, Khan applied the sunflower oil that replaced the non-existing fluid concerning this part of a male body – otherwise the whole procedure would have been agony – but Jim wasn’t used to this kind of sexual activities and his body fought the strange intruder.
“Relax, Kirk!” The Augment’s voice was a gentle whisper at Jim’s ear, while he braced himself on his forearms beside the younger man’s head and wrists, which were still tied to the headboard. “Relax, don’t fight! It will be easier!”
Why his nemesis even cared was beyond Jim – after all Khan had shown up on his doorstep only to murder him! – but there was something in that deep baritone that made him listening. Blinking away the tears in his eyes and pressing his lips into a thin line, Kirk decided to do as he had been told. There was nothing in the world that would detain the Augment from satisfying his own urges now and if Jim didn’t want to suffer too much he had to leave the lead to Khan.
Taking a shuddering breath he forced his body to calm down – to cooperate – and slowly the throbbing pain changed into an uncomfortable pressure he just would have to tolerate. Khan was more than well-built and even in his fuzzy state Jim felt a soft wisp of gratitude that the super-human gave him time to get used to the alien invasion.
From where Khan took the strength to be patient was almost beyond himself. Desire blazed in his veins; his primary instincts – increased by the genetically changes – screamed at him to fulfill his needs and to take heedlessly what he wanted… craved! But here he was, fighting for his control to give the younger man time to get adjust to the foreign penetration. It was true: He had never raped someone before and he wouldn’t start now, even if his bedfellow was his nemesis and a part of him demanded utterly revenge for the betrayal and the loss of his family the captain was responsible for. But this voice quieted down more and more and made room for another whisper that echoed through his mind: ‘He is mine!’
And that was all that counted as he felt himself engulfed in the incredible heat and tightness that was James Kirk. He squeezed his eyes shut as he relished in the ultimate closeness and the feeling of the other ones rapid heart-beat at his own. The short breaths of his captive, the husky scent in the room, the way their bodies fitted so well together as if they had been made for each other… It all brought the first sweat on his forehead, and the moment he felt that the tension was leaving the young officer, he started to move; unable to suppress his greed any longer.
Jim gasped as the pain returned – but not as strong as before. Gritting his teeth he was determined to endure the hurt that was inflicted on him in the most personal way possible. There wasn’t really anything else he could do and…
And the pain of the infiltration began to alter. As soon as his body became adjusted to the enormous size of the hard, cruel intruder a new sensation spread through him. It was still strange, but not so bad anymore. He even became aware of the friction his shaft was fondled with as it was captured between himself and Khan.
The hot breath of his tormentor washed over his face, before he was bestowed with another searing kiss, while the Augment turned his thrusts into a slightly different angle – and a blinding flash shot through Jim’s entire being. He didn’t know what Khan did – or what exactly he brushed deep inside him – but it re-awakened the forbidden passion. Within seconds the pain was completely forgotten or the fact that it was his arch-enemy who was ravishing him, as that certain spot was hit over and over again. Lust like he had never experienced before roared through him, flared beneath his skin, made it difficult to simply breathe. With each of Khan’s movements the fervor increased until he thought he would go mad.
And it was not enough! The feeling of the super-human’s weight on him, their battling mouths, the rapture of their connection – it wasn’t enough! Without his own doing he wound his legs around the slim waist of his captor and urged him forward; begging him mutely to take him deeper – and Khan didn’t mind to obey.
Even lost in passion the Augment’s brilliant brains didn’t stop working and analyzed the way the younger man responded to him. But the emotion of victory, he expected as soon as his nemesis would surrender completely, didn’t come. Instead of gloating in the fact that he had broken through the captain’s stubborn resolve, he only felt the sensation of being sheathed in an all too willingly body and of being wanted.
And Kirk wanted more; needed more! As if Khan had read Jim’s mind again, he speeded up; his lips found the over-sensitive spot at Kirk’s neck once more and he bit down like he already did before; educing an outcry from the other man.
White stars began to sparkle behind the young captain’s eyes. He arched towards his ravisher, struggled to regain some control over his overdriven senses, tried to match every thrust – and the desperate movements made the sleeves, which tied his wrists to the headboard, to come loose. Suddenly his right hand was free but instead of attacking Khan, he wrapped his arm around him, what took the Augment by surprise.
He could feel Khan’s inhuman strong muscles playing beneath the damp, hot skin; savored in the chance to let his fingers wander over the slim, hard back, while his captor moaned into his neck in delight.
A short jerk and Jim was able to move his left arm, too. His hands roamed over the human velvet that covered Khan’s body, found their way in the ebony silken strands of the Augment’s incredible soft hair and wandered again downwards; cupping the firm butt, clawing at it without hurting the man, who brought him bliss beyond comprehension.
Khan was lost. The moment Kirk embraced him and caressed him with eager hands everything else vanished into nothingness. For the first time that seemed to be an eternity he was really feeling! No calculation of advantages, no actions of manipulation, no pondering of eventually options motivated him. For once there was no higher plotting behind his doings, only the plain outliving of his very own needs which were granted with passionately responses. Burying his long fingers in the blond hair of his captive he gave in into his emotions; in a yearning he thought it would have been lost for him forever. There were only him and his younger defying adversary; locked in a fierce embrace and moving in the oldest dance of the world.
Jim’s sane thoughts had been shut down by the bolts of ecstasy, which were overpowering him. Khan was all over him, around him, in him! The Augment filled his senses, his mind, consumed him completely, until they seemed to become one person. Too far gone to do anything else Jim could only stammer or scream his ravisher’s name – and then the world exploded in the brightest light he ever saw.
His mind was blown away, the reality shattered in thousand pieces; let him fly over abysses and oceans of fire – and still the light pulled him higher and higher. And the only hold was the man, who forced him into this rapture – and to whom he clung like a lifeline. From far away he heart the shout of the hoarse, throaty baritone and then his body was filled with the seeds of his dangerous lover, who followed him into that place, where all laws of nature lose their meaning…
ST***ST***ST
“He isn’t in LSH anymore!” The commander of the security had a grim look on his face, while he gave his report to a pale Matthew Dashwood. Still the alert was on, but except for the red light over the door and the gentle peep of the instruments it was quiet in the laboratory.
The head of LSH stared at him. “Are you sure?”
The officer suppressed the urge to roll his eyes – as if he would give such a statement when he wasn’t ‘sure’ – and replied: “There is a undeniable proof that prisoner 3158-17-215 took another’s identity, escaped during the shift change and is somewhere out there for several hours now.”
“Did he use the transporter?” Matthew asked and the commander shook his head.
“No. He knew that we could follow his tracks if he would has beamed somewhere else and used the stolen identity to leave LSH.”
“Whose identity?” Dr. Sino Lai-Heng, who was still watching the vital-signals of Brown, frowned.
“That of Dr. Hendrik Björnson. My men found him in the changing-room, unconscious – drugged, as it seems – and put in his locker, still wearing his lab-gown but nothing else.”
Matthew immediately walked to the cabinet that hold the sedatives to control the stock, while the officer continued:
“Björnson’s security- and credit-card, as well as the keys of his cyber-bike and his biker-helmet are missing. Doctor Björnson is about of the same height than prisoner 3158-17-215 and his hair is dark, too.” He made a face, while the two scientists looked nervously at him. “I already checked Björnson’s last movements. His terminal was used for the last time several minutes after the beta-shift started to work and the cameras filmed him as he stepped into the changing area. A figure in another lab-gown followed him and several minutes later a man left the room, wearing the civil-clothes of Björnson and carried the helmet beneath his arm.” He took a deep breath. “Prisoner 3158-17-25 simply walked out of here, straight beneath our nose!”
“And he took several sedative-hyposprays with him,” the professor called nervously, closing the cabinet again.
“Well, that explains how he could render Björnson unconscious,” the officer said grimly. “At least that bastard didn’t kill the doc.”
“Maybe he is still on the terrain?” Lai-Heng hoped and the commander shook his head.
“The guards at the main-entrance told me that they saw ‘Björnson’ drive away with his cyber-bike, heading down the street towards Las Vegas after a slight rough start. Well, regarding the good doctor’s habit to worn himself out during work no-one took notice of the short difficulties the bike-rider had to handle his own vehicle, before he drove away.” He gritted his teeth. “If you ask me your guinea pig enjoys his new freedom and certainly went already underground in Las Vegas of all places and… Yes?”
One of his subordinates stepped into the room, saluted and reported: “Sir, Starfleet-Command contacted Lieutenant Denaux. They want to know why we on red alert.”
Dashwood and the commander exchanged a look. Of course the security-system of this department was linked to the Starfleet Headquarter and it had been only a question of time until became apparent that something was wrong.
“Well, as it seems we have to let the cat out of the bag,” Matthew sighed.
“Hm-hm,” Sino nodded. “And Admiral Barnett will be so pleased to learn that this ‘cat’ is in truth a predatorily monster with no conscience and that the bag, it came ‘out’, is our lab!”
ST***ST***ST
Jim was simply not able to move. Soaring in the most content aftermath ever he laid on his bed, trying to sort out what just happened. To say in plainly: He had been driven to an orgasm that had rocked his whole world. He never had come that hard before, not had he ever felt so overwhelmed. And he certainly would have never expected something like this by being ravished by another man.
Jim Kirk was a womanizer; someone who enjoyed female attention and all that came afterwards, but to fall into maddening ecstasy because some super-human male seduced him – against his will – had never occurred to him.
But here he was: Lying weak like a kitten on his bed and sexual satisfied like never before.
And he didn’t care that it was Khan – of all people! – who had thrown him into this swirl of incomparable passion. He didn’t even care if the super-human would stand true to his word and would kill him now. All he could think of was the way he felt a short time ago and that he really, really wouldn’t mind a repeat; bad conscious be dammed!
Khan had rolled away sometime after they had consumed their raging needs, had rested for short time and had finally risen. Now the young captain could hear the Augment moving around, but he didn’t pay him any attention. He was far too busy to find back to reality and to re-claim some of his sane mind – if he still possessed one.
Suddenly there was a movement at the mattress and then he felt strong hands grip his upper arms. “Don’t fall asleep, Kirk!” the deep voice stated calmly and Jim cracked one eye open.
“If you want to take a nap, too, be my guest,” he all but croaked, closing the lid again. He was too wrung out, too tired to deal with the arrogant ways of the Augment, who…
He groaned, as his nemesis-turned-into-a-lover didn’t take a ‘no’ for an answer – again! – and pulled him up. Kirk realized that his legs were not supporting him and as Khan caught him, he simply leaned against him; hoping the dizziness would go away quickly.
Khan just looked down on the boyish officer, he supported in his arms. Red swollen lips, love-bites all over the neck, shoulders and chest, still flushed cheeks and glassy eyes were enough to tell him in which state his captive was. Kirk’s heartbeat had returned to a normal frequency, but the body-heat was still too high, and the wet mess they made during their savagely coupling was still clinging to the younger man’s skin and his own.
“Come on, Kirk, you’re not that weak!” The super-human growled.
“Give me minute,” Jim mumbled and made a face, as his captor retorted snidely:
“I already gave you five, now move!”
“How should a guy resist if he gets such a charming invita…” Jim groaned as he was simply picked up and was carried away. “Le’ me go!” he squawked and tried to struggle, what was even less successful like it had been the first time he attempted to escape the super-human.
Before he even realized what was going on he was placed on his feet again and blinked puzzled as he recognized that the Augment had brought him to the shower-cabin. Khan slipped in behind him, closed the door and switched on the water. It was a little too warm but Kirk didn’t protest. Even if his mind was working with the speed of an Andorian water snail he did know that a nice, hot shower would relax his muscles. Leaning against the wall he simply closed his eyes and enjoyed the water that splashed down on him.
“Skipped the trainings-sessions of your precious Starfleet or why you’re already that wrung out?” Khan taunted, reaching for the soap dispenser to wash the mixture of seeds and sweat off his body.
“Just shut up! A man has a right to be tired after he had the best orgasm of his life,” the young captain grumbled nonchalant; not realizing what he gave away with this statement!
“‘Best orgasm of your life’?” Khan smirked, while he soaped himself. “Told you that I’m better at everything.”
“Stop boasting.” The two words were barely understandable, but out of nowhere they made the Augment grin. Insolent, cocky boy! Kirk never knew when to quit or to stay silent, and somehow it amused Khan – if even for just a moment.
Then he turned serious again, as the unexpected contentment of the last minutes was driven away by the memories of the last time he had a decent shower: In a cleaning-booth that was attached to the cell aboard the Enterprise brig; after he had surrendered on Qo’noS. For just a moment he was back in this small, bright room; felt the spray pouring down on him, while his mind was fighting the bitter anger he was suffering. Not only that he grieved deeply for his crew he thought of being perished, his escape had taken an unexpected twist and he was a prisoner again, no, his body was also healing the bruises he had been inflicted with.
Khan had and would never admit it, but the furious blows of the young captain had hurt – the very reason why he had paid Kirk back in the same way on the bridge of the Vengeance after he gave up his pretense to be stunned. It would have been easily for him to just knock out the captain of the Enterprise, but wishing for revenge after the beating he took on the Klingon’s homeworld and the betrayal fresh in his mind, he reacted like it was in his nature.
As it was in his nature to do anything to protect his family!
At this time those who had been most dear to him still lived! Back during those moments he had thought that he could save them, take them away to a place where no-one could threat and hurt them anymore, but this hope had been for naught. His crew was dead – murdered! And one of the two, who were directly responsible for the demise of his loved ones, stood an arm’s length away and…
And had given him one of the most pleasurable experiences within the last years – if you didn’t count the three centuries he had been in cryosleep. For some minutes he had been able to forget all the pain, anguish, hate, despair and fear he had been through since Marcus awakened him two years ago. As Kirk had given into his lust and had wrapped his limps around him, the Augment had felt free; free like a bird taking wings and strong like the tigers of his home.
And he yearned for more!
For several hours he wanted to be without all the dread and fury – his permanent companions since he woke up in the 23rd century and maybe even before. They would come back to him in the morning anyway. But for a short stolen time he longed for simply being himself; not the leader, but someone who was a part of the great miracle that was called ‘life’. And he would take it from his foe. Kirk had made him feeling alive – and he wasn’t done with him in this matter.
His pale sea-colored eyes roamed over the slim youthful form of the other man, whose appearance practically screamed in which way he had been tired out. Khan pursed his own, still swollen lips. If he wished for another passionate round between the sheets he had to make certain that his reckless opponent wouldn’t pass out during their next carnal game.
Not too gently he pulled Jim closer, ignored the protest and soaped him, too. The feeling of the hot, wet skin beneath his hands, the scent of the young officer and the sight of the marks he left on Kirks neck and upper body weren’t without consequence. There was another stirring in the pitch of his stomach and he had to reinforce his control, otherwise he would ravish his nemesis here and now again.
Jim tried not to think about the fact that he was being washed by no-one else than his adversary; that he stood with Khan under the shower. He hissed as the Augment took care of the now over-sensitive part of his anatomy and tried to escape the strong, but soft hands – again without victory. The super-human pushed him against the wall, ordered a firm “Stand still!” and continued his ministrations.
Kirk shook his head. Who had ever heard of a murderer, who shagged his soon-to-be-victim into blissful oblivion and bothered himself with said victim’s welfare afterwards?
He gritted his teeth as the talent fingers of his enemy cleaned him properly and evoked a flare of want once again. Dear God, he had been taken long and hard only a short time ago and he was really tired. How was it possible that this damn enhanced bastard could provoke new lust in him?
“Turn around!” Khan instructed and nudged him as Jim didn’t react immediately. His gaze took in the muscular back of the other man, of the reddened areas of his rump, slim butt and long thighs, and a wave of pure manly satisfaction grazed him. There would been more traces when the night was over!
Massaging the soap into the toned, soft skin of his opponent he almost missed the whispered words: “Get the hell away from me!”
A low chuckle escaped the super-human’s throat. “Still in fighting-mood then? I am glad!” For a moment he pressed himself against the slightly smaller man and nipped roughly at his neck, before he murmured: “I love challenges!” With that he stepped back, rinsed himself and left the shower-cabin to get dry. There was no way for Kirk to contact someone outside of the apartment or to get a weapon that could be dangerous for Khan; not with the phaser still near the entrance and therefore out of reach for the Starfleet-officer.
And Jim knew this. He was completely and utterly at the super-human’s mercy – a fact that scared and annoyed him in one.
Cleaning himself form the lather he finally shut off the water and stepped with uneasy movements out of the shower. Khan was nowhere in sight, but there were voices coming from the living-area; telling him that the Augment had switched on the TV.
‘Probably watching the news, if they bring something about his escape – as if Starfleet would be so stupid to alert the whole planet!’ He took one of his towels, dried himself with weary movements, wrapped the towel around his waist and didn’t even look at his imagine in the mirror, before he left the room.
Khan was indeed in the living area of the apartment and watched intensely the news. Outside the thunder-storm was still raging; flash and thunders blustered through the night – a perfect mirror of the emotions the young man was experiencing. Than he stopped dead in his tracks as he heard his own voice coming from the large screen that was placed at the wall. He swallowed as he saw himself at the courtyard of the Starfleet Headquarter during the today’s ceremony – or had it been yesterday? He didn’t know; time had somehow lost its meaning during the last hour.
His eyes found his recorded self on the TV, standing at the lectern with the sun shining down on him and the admiralty at his left and his right. The most things he had already said and his speech was coming to an end: “… words I didn’t appreciate at that time. Now I see them for a call for us to remember who we once were and who we must be – again! And those words are: Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise at her five-year mission to explorer strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations – to boldly go where no-one has gone before!”
Jim could only stare at the screen. Those minutes which had just been shown at the TV seemed to be ages ago and not only hours. As he had ended his speech, the applause lessened after an awkward long time, the compliments of the admirals were over and he finally could speak with his friends in private, everything had been okay. He had looked forward to the days to come – to the moments he would finally re-boarding his ship and would take the conn again to explorer the galaxy. Now he couldn’t even say if there was a tomorrow for him. Even if the man, who stood only several meters away – ‘clad’ in a towel around his hips – had given him an experience of incredible passionate ecstasy he knew that death was still hovering over him like a drawn sword. Khan had not taken him to the higher spheres of bliss for Jim’s pleasure, but to satisfy his own needs.
“Impressing speech, Kirk,” the Augment murmured and switched off the TV by a single voiced command. “Tell me, did you commit it by memory or were these words your own?”
Green-blue eyes met sky-colored ones and the young captain sighed. “Partly a prepared speech, partly my own doing.” He padded to the sofa and sat down – only to curse and grimace. Dammit, he wouldn’t be able to sit properly for days – if there would be ‘days’ for him!
“The last part was the one you came up with by yourself,” Khan nodded and Kirk asked himself how the Augment could know this. “You’re a captain at heart!” the super-human continued and proved that he understood his adversary better than thought. “And you still believe in those foolish ideals Starfleet tries so desperate to show the world.” A hint of bitterness was in his tone, and Jim frowned.
“You are wrong when you think that those ideals are only a pretense! Section 31 betrayed everyone – you, my crew, my mentor, me – and all the others! But this is not what Starfleet truly presents. It…”
“It is a union of soldiers who go their way by any costs – even over dead bodies,” Khan growled; his gaze piercing. “You speak of forgiving, of seeking no revenge – but what of those who lost everything because of you?”
Kirk stared at him thunderstruck. “Because of me? What do you mean?”
Khan was in front of him within a second. “Don’t play dump with me, Kirk! You know exactly to what I refer.” He bent over the younger man; his whole form suddenly trembling with new up flaring fury. “You. Murdered. My. Family!” His hand found the nap of Jim’s neck and for several seconds he was really tempted to simply snap the fragile bones.
Even inferior, weakened by a forbidden, very intimate session and without any hope of a successful defense Kirk was still no-one who gave up. Wrapping his fingers around the strong wrist of his opponent and gripping with the other hand the upper arm of Khan he locked eyes with him, while it dawned at him that the super-human seemed still to believe that his crew was dead.
“Whoa, hold on a minute!” he exclaimed; feeling a short pang of panic as he saw the returning hate on his captors face, while the grip in his neck tightened. “I think here is a big misunderstanding to clari…” He yelped as Khan hauled him off the sofa and did the first thing that came to his mind: He let go of the other man’s arms and laid both hands on the firm chest in front of him; trying to calm his nemesis enough to hear him out. “Khan, just wait a sec! Listen!” He took a deep breath, as the Augment really did stop, and surveyed his opponent; took in the screaming pain beneath the rage in Khan’s gaze. That really could mean only one thing!
“Did no one tell you?” he whispered unbelievingly. Could it be that really no bloody soul on this whole planet had informed the super-human that his crew – his family – wasn’t dead? That would be… too cruel.
“Did no one tell me what, Kirk?” asked the former dictator, his voice barely audible. Of course his brilliant mind had already made the connection between his last statement and Kirk’s reaction to it, but he didn’t believe that there was the slightest possibility that his crew had survived the explosion of the torpedoes. He didn’t dare to hope that his family was still alive! The sorrow he would suffer again, if it turned out that Kirk didn’t mean what he thought, would shatter him utterly.
Jim’s eyes never left those of his enemy and as he saw the rising combat of hope and fear in those sea-green-blue pools it touched him stronger than expected. He forced himself to relax; praying that this gesture would sooth his adversary.
“Khan,” he said softly, “your crew is alive.”
