Summary: Scorpius goes back to his former cell where someone waits for him. A/U

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Farscape.

Rating: M

Pairing: Sikozu/Scorpius

FARSCAPE:

SIKOZU/SCORPIUS

Crichton had done it; the wormhole weapon really worked and was even more devastating that he had thought possible. For a split microt he felt guilt at having chased him all over the universe, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. Sweeping his gaze across the command deck everyone was riveted to the immense site before them. That would allow him the time he needed to slip away, slip down to tier 7 where a guest waited for him. No one noticed him as he drew his steps back, careful to make no sound to signal his retreat from the sight of pure annihilation. His body had been screaming out for her, for her touch, her wicked kiss, the feel of her around him. He needed it even more than the cooling rods that kept his body from going to war. There was one person in the universe who took away some of his self loathing. She was waiting for him.

Each long stride propelled him closer and closer to tier 7. All he could think of was getting to his former cell. He was so focused that even the sound of the DRD's were drowned out by all the wicked thoughts running around in his Sebacean/Scarran brain. Turning down a long corridor he was down on tier 7 with his cell in sight. The anticipation heightened in his blood. Waiting just inside the door was the woman he had been waiting for all of his life. She could match him in wicked, sensual appetite, desire to control, to connive, to manipulate. One more step and he was inside staring at an empty room. Or was it? Looking up he saw her standing on the ceiling of the cell. Her ability to shift her center of gravity always captivated him. Sikozu Shanu smiled down at him still in the black leather she had donned to match him aboard the Peacekeeper command carrier. She had made herself blend, look more like a Peacekeeper; but all the genetic modification in the world couldn't hide who she was. The red hair, the eyes, the golden orange hue to her skin denoting scales, all of it made him love her more and more. Smiling at her in return Scorpius muttered, "You did well Sikozu. So well I believed you a spy myself."

Dropping down from the ceiling Sikozu stood in front of her lover, tall and proud, in spite of the pain in her shoulder. He had ripped out the transceiver they had used to bait the Scarrans. Her ruse had to be believable, even to her. "You delivered your performance a little too well yourself Scorpius." Sikozu lowered her head, "I honestly thought you were going to kill me." Then she felt his gloved finger tip her chin up, bringing her gaze up to his. In his blue eyes, his Sebacean eyes, she could see the truth. He would never hurt her. Logically she knew that. It was for the benefit of the Scarrans listening. Still, she was deeply wounded by it all. Her heart had actually broken marginally after he cast her out on her final mission to escape the battle. She had almost missed her window of escape.

"You are the most important person to me." Scorpius said. He didn't need to, she knew that, but he could see she needed to hear it. Scorpius could give her that. It cost him nothing because he loved her. Lightly, lovingly, he put his hand over her throat like he always did; it thrilled her to know her life was in his hands. Sikozu sighed into his touch. He backed her up against the closed cell door. Tentatively her hands came up to him, rested on his shoulders drawing him closer. Even through his cooling suit he could feel the intense heat she radiated. It lanced through him bringing about desire, not hate. He wanted her touch. He wanted her wrapped around him. With his free hand gripping the back of her thigh he lifted her to pin her against the cell door. Sikozu's body shuddered, a mixture of passion and trepidation. The charade still fresh in her mind, that was plain to see. Scorpius would have to reassure her, the only way he knew would work to bring them back on the same page. Leaning into her a fraction he kissed her as lightly as she had their first time. He drank down her moan leaving her breathless. She clung to him trying to merge their forms into one single being. Scorpius dropped his hand from her throat so he could slide it up along her thigh.

Sikozu was trying to keep a tight reign on the quivering running through her. The game they had to play this time, the gambit was too high. She had nearly lost Scorpius. That had scared her more than she thought it would have. In the beginning he had been a means to an end, but then along the way she found herself falling in love with him. Scorpius brought out a side to her she never knew existed her. He liked a little pain to mingle with the pleasure, a little rough with the gentle. All of it excited her, brought her closer to his life. More than anything she wanted to dispel this pointless, niggling, feeling she had. Scorpius knew how to put on masks, how to hide his true self from the world, but not from her. Right now, being close to him, this was his true self shining through. He loved her the only way he knew how. He loved her with rough touches that left her wanting more. He loved her with gentle caresses that made her heart melt. He could kiss her as if she was the vital oxygen he needed to survive. Sikozu brought her hands up from his shoulders to cup his face as he kissed her, as his teeth nipped at her lips, and his wicked tongue danced with hers.

Scorpius cursed the snug fit of her attire as much as he enjoyed watching her walk around in it. If he wished her out of her leggings then he would have to step away from her and let her strip. But to leave the warmth of her body right now would be too much. He needed to feel her. Sikozu brought her knees up higher, locking her ankles together. It was a hint to get her away from the door. She applied a little pressure with her knees against the armor of his ribs. Scorpius heeded her, bringing her away from the door. On sure feet he walked back to sit on the metal frame of the only cot in the small cell. The back of his legs hit the edge and he sat with Sikozu still in his arms, their lips never leaving the other.

Her left hand traveled down the side of his neck, to his shoulder, and down to where her knee rested at his rib. Tucked in the edge of her boot was a small knife. Slowly sliding it out Sikozu pulled back to grin wickedly at him drawing his attention to the blade. Scorpius took the knife from her nimble fingers to trace it teasingly over her stomach. It made her muscles quiver in lust. Lower the knife slipped over the waistband of the black leather of the skirt until it disappeared under and between her legs. In and out her chest heaved bringing in vital oxygen that was trying to reach her brain. She couldn't think. All she could do was feel and listen to the sound of her leggings being sliced open. Air slithered over her exposed heat; she was so wet for him. A shudder of pleasure rippled through her at the intense sensory memory of Scorpius dragging his tongue through her slick folds. He had taken immense enjoyment in tasting her, in teasing her. That night he had her hands secured in leather bonds so that he might sample her at his own pace. Sikozu almost asked for him to taste her again, wanted it so bad. His tongue was as wicked as his mind could be. She could almost feel the way he flicked his tongue back and forth, swirling and delving into her hidden opening. That alone almost brought her to climax.

Scorpius took the knife from her and set it behind him careful not to let it clatter to the floor. Her hands grasped at the shoulder armor as she leaned back breathing in raggedly. Sikozu straightened locking her lips to his infusing all of her passion into him while her hand dipped down between them to unbind him from the black restricting leather of his cooling suit. Scorpius growled into the kiss trying not to lose himself to her touch. The leather opened, allowing his hard Scarran skin to breathe and allowed his hard Sebacean manhood be free to throb in need for the woman in his arms. Wasting no time, her hand latched onto him, stroking him up and down with a small twist of her wrist. Scorpius dug his hands into Sikozu's hips leaning his head back feeling a very Scarran hiss slip from between his lip. Taking her hands away an instant later Scorpius brought Sikozu up and over him, positioning himself right at her opening. Sinking down, Sikozu moaned arching her back. One last shred of concentration, Scorpius peeled down the zipper of her top bearing the orange and gold of her skin that was not masked by the genetic modification.

Sikozu broke their kiss, dropped her hands to let the top drop off her shoulders and to the floor. She looked at Scorpius, her lover, her equal. Hungrily Scorpius latched his lips onto her left nipple, gently tugging with his teeth. Sikozu cried out. He drew her down as slowly as she wanted giving her body all the time it needed to wrap around his impressive width that managed to fill her so completely. No other lover she had ever had could make her feel this sense of completeness. Taking him fully into her body, Sikozu took a moment to truly feel him. His skin felt hot and cold at the same time. Reaching back she braced her hands on his knees, lengthening her torso for his ravenous gaze. Closing her eyes Sikozu waited, felt, and imagined what he could do to her next.

Scorpius was barely able to make a conscious thought with Sikozu so tight around him. The part of him that was Scarran screamed at him to take her, to think only of himself. But he wouldn't do that. Calling on the part of him that was pure, strong Sebacean; Scorpius focused all of his attention on her, on the fiery Kalish in his arms. Angling his head he slid his tongue along the line of her abdomen, up through the valley of her luscious breasts, ending at the hollow of her throat where he sank his teeth in deep enough to bring her pleasure. Sikozu's whole body convulsed and she tightened her inner muscles over him. He sat back up, bringing her with him. Instantly his tongue laved the indentation he had made.

Sikozu wrapped her arms around him feeling the cold leech into the sensitive skin of her bare flesh against his chest where the leather encased cooling suit kept more of their skin from touching. Marginally she rotated her hips in a slow undulation inching him deeper than he already was. Up and down she moved over him delighting in the erotic feel of his hard flesh scrapping her inner walls with each push. His hands gripped her hips directing her movements. Sikozu let him, surrendered her body's movements to his direction. Easily she fell into the rhythm Scorpius set. He guided her in an easy counterclockwise motion deepening penetration. She had to bite her bottom lip, to keep her eyes locked with his.

Scorpius loved when Sikozu surrendered to him, allowed him to guide her movements. His body tightened, the muscles in his body going taut, close to release. Sikozu gripped him, loosened on him, in the rhythm he set. Taking his hands from her hips, he slid his gloved hands up to cup her breasts while gently pushing her back until her shoulders touched his knees. The movement of her hips had stopped, but not the way she used her inner muscles on him. Together they were so close to the edge.

Sikozu let her hands drift to cover his as they cupped and needed her breasts. "Finish… this…" She gasped out. The pleasure was building, blinding her to everything but him. Scorpius hauled her back up and lurched to his feet jarring himself deep inside of her wrenching a scream of pure bliss from her. The hard unyielding metal of the cell wall scrapped against her back when he slammed her against it. There was no pain, only pleasure. He thrust into her in short, hard jarring movements driving them over the edge and her harder into the wall. All of it only served to heighten her pleasure. She could feel it clawing up from her center and she wanted him with her when overwhelming pleasure blinded her. With the last shred over consciousness she had, Sikozu moved as much as she could. Scorpius drove up into her sharply breaking the bubble filling her with ecstasy. A full throated scream broke free from her joining his roar of release.

HOURS LATER:

Sikozu, at first, thought she was back on the command carrier, in the bed she had often shared with Scorpius. When she opened her eyes she was surrounded by the bulk heads of Moya, the living ship. She clutched the soft blanket to her chest as she sat up to see Scorpius sitting on the end of the bed, his back to her. Her whole body hurt with a well used pain that only he could give her. "Scorpius?"

He heard her when she woke up; felt her when she sat up. Everything about Sikozu drew him, made his body intensely aware of her. Scorpius had had several arns to think on what he had done to her on the water planet just to convince the Scarrans. There had been very little in his life that he regretted until he had met Sikozu. She made him think of the little things, the niceties. When he was with her, he was more Sebacean. "How do you feel?" He asked angling his head to look at her over his shoulder. Sikozu came to him, slid her arms around him. With that single action his universe righted. Everything that he had been thinking flew out of his mind so he could focus on her and her touch.

"I am better," Sikozu answered forcing the twinge of pain in her left shoulder out of her mind. All too soon she would have to face those on Moya and face the accusations of her being a traitor. "What about you? Did you sleep?" Scorpius brought her astride his lap again. He peeled down the blanket wrapping it around her waist while he stared into her eyes. Sikozu loved the way he would look at her. Like before her breathing started to grow ragged. He angled his head and placed a kiss over her heart.

Scorpius looked at her, "I couldn't sleep because I was thinking about you, about what I said." He slid his hand up her back and felt the wound he had inflicted on her to remove the Scarran relay device. "I hurt you." That killed him inside and he knew why. Sikozu was the one woman he had grown to truly care for, to truly love.

"You had to, Scorpius." Sikozu cupped his face, "Scarrans were near by listening." The ruse had to be believed, as much as it hurt Sikozu to hear, she knew Scorpius cared about her. If he didn't then he never would have taken her into his confidence, into his bed so many times. She cupped his face and kissed his dark enticing lips. For a second he hesitated, but then hungrily feasted at her lips just as she had earlier down in his former cell.

Scorpius could feel all the air being sucked out of his lungs by the way Sikozu kissed him. "Eager for me to have you again?" He asked managing to take his lips from hers for a space of a heart beat. Dropping his hands to her hips again, he pulls her in tight against him.

"Yo, dark Lord, you still here?"

Scorpius leaned his head back and growled in frustration at the inopportune moment Crichton chose to interrupt him. Sikozu would not be deterred. She licked along the well defined cheek bone that denoted his Scarran physiology. "Yes, Crichton," He forced his voice to remain even.

"Then get up here to command."

"Should you go?" Sikozu purred nipping his cheek. Nearly losing him, nearly dying had made her hunger for him all the more. Every sensual encounter Scorpius had guided her through didn't compare to this moment or earlier. Two solar days before the start of the war with the Scarrans, Scorpius had received a deep space comm. from the Grand Chancellor. He had come back to their shared quarters in a rage. She hadn't known what to do so she stayed out of the way. A few microt's later he calmed down to stare at her, stalking across the room towards her. He had seized her about the waist telling her to lift her hands where he secured them above her head. Sikozu had tried to avoid letting him tie her up more than she was comfortable with, but she could sense he needed a little control. That night, surrendering to him, had been the most erotic moment of her life, at least until their union a few arns ago.

"Yes, I should, but with you by my side." Scorpius answered leaning into her, angling his head and running his tongue up from her nipple to the pulse at the side of her neck in a quick sweep. Sikozu's spine bowed with a moan filling the empty space of her former quarters on Moya. Reaching beside him Scorpius produced her confining leather top.

Sikozu felt her desire cool off, "If I must," She relented grasping the leather while staying on his lap. As slow as she could Sikozu slipped her arms through and reached behind her back to fasten the leather together. Scorpius took care to fit the cups in place offering her a hungry gaze that promised many wicked things to come her way.

COMMAND:

Crichton was standing at one of the consoles on the Command deck he was checking the readings for the wormhole he knew was out there. They had just come back from the peace treaty with the Scarrans and the Peacekeepers. The pain of knowing D'Argo was dead still made his heart break. Scorpius had been on the command a few arns ago and then he had up and disappeared. Everything had happened in a backwards kind of way but it all ended in peace. He should be happy about that, but he wasn't. His best friend was dead and there was no bringing him back. There was the sound of heavy foot falls coming closer. John turned to see Scorpius and someone he had not expected at all; Sikozu. "What the hell is she doing here?" Anger and resentment filled his voice.

"She survived the Scarran onslaught and escaped the planet back to Moya." Scorpius answered putting his hand on Sikozu's lower back. The anger pouring from Crichton filled the whole of command. When he was like that it was impossible for him to see reason. If need be Scorpius would put himself in front of Crichton to protect Sikozu.

"D'Argo is dead and she is alive!" John screamed, "How is that fair!"

"Ka D'Argo is not dead." Sikozu said drawing the angry glare from Crichton. Beside her Scorpius tensed, ready to defend her. "I came across him and managed to get him to the transport pod. He is under the care of the old witch. I cleansed the wound until the blood ran clear, but he was still very weak." She looked down, away from his angry gaze.

"Didn't you say she was a spy?" John addressed Scorpius.

"I was acting under his orders." Sikozu spoke sharply. "Scorpius thought it was the only way to get you to build the wormhole weapon." She could take the anger directed at her. Crichton moved back fisting his hands at his sides. Turning to Scorpius, Sikozu muttered, "Go, and let me talk to Crichton."

"I don't want to leave your side while he is angry." Scorpius voiced his fear.

"He will not hurt me, because he knows there is nothing to stop you from hurting him." Sikozu reasoned wanting reach up and caress his face, a face she had come to love.

Stepping close to her, Scorpius whispered, "I will be right down the hall should you need me." He cupped the side of her neck, running his thumb over her pulse as it beat strong within her. Sikozu gripped his wrist and squeezed lightly. Backing away he left Command to stand down the corridor to wait for her.

Sikozu walked to Crichton, "I am sorry for what happened."

"You nearly got D'Argo killed working for Scorpius!" John shouted rounding on Sikozu grabbing her by the shoulders and he shook her. He barely registered her wince of pain. Crichton let her go and backed off.

"I am loyal to Scorpius and so I follow his orders no matter what." Sikozu bit out. The pain in her shoulder was screaming at her. "But, I saved D'Argo's life when I did not have to. I wanted to."

"How did you save him when he was certain he was going to die?" Crichton asked relieved to know that his best friend was safe, alive, and on the mend. He was trying to reign in the strong need to run to D'Argo's quarters just to make sure that Sikozu wasn't lying.

"Because I am resourceful and smart," Sikozu bit out giving in and cradling her shoulder. The injury Scorpius had given her hadn't been so bad at first, but their somewhat violent, extremely erotic, coupling had made the wound worse. "And… I did not want him to die."

"How bad?" Crichton looked at Sikozu. She had her hand on her shoulder trying to beat back some of the pain he could se on her face. Right now he could put aside his anger at her, later he would focus it on Scorpius, and he could see if she was ok.

"He will recover in time." Sikozu answered turning her attention to the sight of the Scarran vessel and the Command Carrier still facing off. The peace treaty was more than likely still being discussed.

"I was talking about you Sputnik." Crichton used the nickname he had started to call her by when she first lived with them on Moya. "I can see you bleeding from here."

"I will be fine. My wound was on the mend, but Scorpius was a bit rougher than normal." She answered trying not to feel the way the bulk head had scraped her bare back when Scorpius has made love to her only arns before.

"Rougher?" Crichton questioned and this it hit him. "Oh… no... Don't tell me." He held up his hand when Sikozu opened her mouth to speak. Just having her imply that she and Scorpius were intimate made his head spin with all sort of unpleasant thoughts. "What do you want?"

"I… want… to stay," Sikozu let her shoulders slump, deflated. She had spent sixty solar days aboard a command carrier surrounded by peacekeepers and Scorpius. The entire time she had felt out of place, felt like an alien. It was one of the reasons she indulged in the genetic modification. Sikozu made herself appear less and less like a Kalish. "I wish for Scorpius and me to once again live on Moya."

"Now why would we let you do that?"

"Our command carrier was destroyed and we will refuse to board a ship with Grazya." Sikozu snarled and then bite back a yelp of pain. Again, her shoulder wound vied for her attention.

"You do know I can't just say yes… I have to ask everyone." Crichton said making Sikozu aware of what could possible happen. "It might not go in your favor."

"I understand." Sikozu bowed her head. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the edge of familiar boots; Scorpius. He had moved closer and closer as she and Crichton continued to talk. It warmed her to know he was close by should she need him. Everyone saw him as a monster, a Scarran/Sebacean abomination, but not her. Sikozu looked into his eyes to see the man lingering under all the leather, under all the intrigue, the web of deceit. She could see him.

Crichton walked out of command and nearly bumped into Scorpius, "Don't you have anything better to do than lurk?" He snapped. Right now his only thought was to get to D'Argo and to make sure that his best friend was indeed alive and on the mend. John had turned his comms off just to get a little peace and quiet and he had been about to turn them back on when he saw Sikozu with Scorpius.

"Not when you're shouting at Sikozu." Scorpius whispered; his voice little more than a hiss. He tracked his gaze to her as he saw her sway on her feet. Leaving Crichton, Scorpius went to her and steadied her with his hands on her hips.

Sikozu felt her head swim, dizziness was taking hold. She had never felt like this before and it was scaring her. Then, he was there with her, his hands steadying her. "I do not think I got enough sleep." Sikozu leaned her head back to rest it against his chest with his arms wrapping around her waist. She clutched at his arms trying to stay upright. Maybe she wasn't as well as she thought she was. "I think something is wrong."