Elisir
by The Great Red Dragon
Chapter 4
Nikita slammed open the door to the pouf and stomped inside; he almost broke the glass of the frame doing so. The receptionist's desk was empty, but he paid no attention to it to begin with. With an expression on his face that was darkened only by the shadows caused by his own dried blood, he climbed the stairs hurriedly and tore open the door that led to the right hallway.
SMACK!
Nikita fell back, after taking barely two steps into the hallway. With a slight grunt, he staggered backwards and fell flat onto his backside. He didn't really care who he had collided with; all he wanted was to get back on his feet and keep moving.
But then, his train of thought was interrupted suddenly by a familiar voice;
"Wha-? Niki?"
Nikita looked up and only then did he realize whom he had walked into: it was Mel. Only now did he recognize all the bright colors and the shard-like hair – the Arhk had stepped back upon collision, and was now holding his head as he looked down at the fallen Experiment.
"Mel?", Nikita asked dazedly.
"Niki?", the Arhk replied, taking his hand from his forehead as he looked down and caught the red tinge on Nikita's fur.
"What did – what happened to you?"
"No – nothing happened", mumbled Nikita, unsteadily getting back to his feet.
He tried to push past Mel, but the Arhk gripped his shoulders and held him back.
"Hey – would you wait?", he said, still holding on as Niki tried to push him away.
"What did – oh God, is that blood?"
"No!", Nikita replied uncomfortably.
"I just want to go…"
"Niki, what happened?", Mel persisted, relentless with his grip on Nikita.
"Nothing-!", Niki said, his voice steadily getting higher as he struggled to get away.
"Bullshit. Something happened to you."
"Mel, let me go!"
Nikita raised a fist above his head. He knew he wasn't strong at all, but the psychological onbuild in his head was pushing to a hysterical level, and right then he felt a need to hit Mel as hard as he could. He swung his clenched hand forward…but something in his arm slowed him. It slowed his sailing fist in the first split second, and by the time it reached Mel's chest, all it did was press against his body stubbornly.
Nikita's eyes were pressed shut tightly; he was fighting back tears. Immediately, his legs seemed to turn to jelly and he slid silently to the floor, Mel following him in his descent.
Niki sobbed indistinctively and hung his head.
"I'm sorry…"
Around him, he felt Mel's grip turn from restrainsive to a soft embrace, and the Arhk hugged him silently against his body. Nikita breathed in sharply and his breath broke, and he wrapped his arms tightly around Mel's chest, and his face found its way to Mel's shoulder, where he began crying softly.
Mel held Nikita's body against his own protectively, and he began to gently pet the Experiment's back with an open palm.
"It's okay, baby; it's gonna be alright…"
Nikita didn't know how this was to be possible, but all he wanted at the moment was more of Mel's warmth. He snuggled against his friend's body, wishing that he could simply sink into Mel's body and be protected by his warmth – oh, how the cold stung him…
The two of them held eachother in their sitting-position on the floor for several minutes – in Mel's calculation, it was for however long it took for Niki to calm down. They were undisturbed, and nobody came into the hallway during this time. It was only when Nikita's sobs had subsided for several moments that Mel decided that it was time to move.
"Come on, baby", he urged his friend as he helped him to his feet carefully.
"Let's get you cleaned up, okay?"
With his arm still around Nikita, he led him through the hallway and through the soda-room, until they reached the bathroom. Mel took Nikita inside and locked the door behind him for privacy. He turned back to Nikita and sighed.
"Go sit down on the heater, okay? Let me get some towels…"
Nikita did as he was told and walked on over to the radiator on the far side of the stalls. He sat down on the cold metal rail and sniffed a bit before Mel returned with a handful of damp paper towels and several small moist towlettes.
"Okay…", Mel started slowly, kneeling down to head-level with Nikita.
"Uh…could bend your head forward a bit, sweetie? I wanna clean up the back of you head first…"
Niki did as he was told and inclined his head. He felt Mel lean over him, and realized him studying the wound on the back of his head, inflicted by Perentil's initial assault with the empty bottle. Nikita himself had not yet seen the damage that had been done, but when he had ran a hand over the back of his head a while ago, it had felt very much like a gash spread down a piece of fruit by a knife.
Now, he felt Mel dab at the sensitive skin surrounding his injury tenderly. He dabbed against the skin again, and Niki felt some of the dried blood and crust being wiped away.
Mel continued to wipe and dab, cleaning the fur and the wound. He worked with such delicacy and care that Nikita barely even flinched throughout the procedure. He listened to Mel's steady breathing while still sniffling and wiping his nose occasionally…but all the time, he wondered and worried about the past events, and over and over again he envisioned himself tied down in the car, the Perentil falling back as he shot him continuously, and staring at his dead, smoking body as he smoked a cigarette.
"I'm done back here…let me do your forehead now, okay?"
Mel moved back into a position in which he directly faced Niki. He placed a gentle finger under the Experiment's chin and raised Niki's face up a bit; Nikita would only move so much – if he held his head too high, he started to get a headache.
Mel began the process of cleaning Niki again. He exchanged moist towelettes and began wiping at Niki's peach-colored, orange-stained fur. His strokes were slightly more rigorous this time – probably because Niki's forehead wasn't carrying a large injury. Still, it was all very gentle, and Mel's touch was as faint and light as ever; Nikita would've been surprised at his skill, had he not felt so preoccupied about other matters.
He rolled his eyes up to glimpse Mel still dabbing and wiping at his forehead. He sniffed and let loose a tiny sob that threatened to bring even more tears.
"…Mel?", he asked quietly, feeling his voice break even at such a low volume.
His friend stopped what he was doing. He looked down at Niki and lowered himself back to head-level.
"Yes?", he replied quietly.
Nikita opened his mouth to speak…but he choked on the first syllable, and hid his face in his hands as he began sobbing loudly again.
Mel dropped both handfuls of towels onto the floor and wrapped both arms around the crying Nikita. With a gentle urge, he pulled him off of the radiator and settled him into his lap, on the floor. Nikita buried his face in the Arhk's bony chest and clung to him as if desperate. He wanted once more only to sink and dissolve into the warmth that Mel's body generated – into a warmth where it wouldn't hurt anymore, and where fear would be non-existent.
He cried, sobbed, and shivered as Mel began stroking his head softly, barely hearing his whispers of;
"Shhh…it's gonna be okay…"
"I…I…I KILLED someone!", Nikita choked out, pulling away from Mel's arms.
"I shot that guy with your gun! I shot him because he was going to kill me! I shot him!...and I killed him.""
Nikita looked down, away from Mel's eyes, and wept softly, not even bothering to cover his face as renewed tears began to drench his eyes.
Mel looked at his friend and bit his lip, unsure what to do - to see Niki crying and in pain was one of the few things he was unsure of being able to take.
"Niki…", he said quietly, placing his hands lightly on the Experiment's shoulders.
"Where is the gun?"
Nikita sniffed and reached behind his back and into a butt-pocket of his pants. He pulled out the pistol limply and dropped it into Mel's hand, who checked it quickly before setting it aside (it was more than halfway empty).
"Sweetie…", he began again softly, giving Nikita's shoulders a light squeeze.
"I know it might hurt to…but please – you have to tell me what happened."
Nikita turned his head away. He didn't want to recall the events that had taken place only a short time ago. Why did Mel need to know? – wasn't it obvious? Why did he have to retell a story that was painful for him when it already was crystal clear to begin with?
"Nikita…please."
…Perhaps because he was afraid that Mel might leave if he didn't cooperate.
It was simply being afraid of being alone…and Nikita wanted somebody to hold him.
He gave in.
"He…he…he drove me up to the top of a building somewhere…", Niki began in a soft, whimpering voice.
"And I was just getting ready to do my thing, and he…I didn't want to do what he asked…and then…"
Nikita didn't feel like completely recalling the whole story fact-by-fact, and he decided to skim the last bit; he hoped Mel wouldn't mind.
"And he hit me…he tried to…r-rape me…and I shot him."
Nikita didn't see it (he was still looking away), but Mel nodded in response.
"And what did you do with the body?"
"…I left it…"
"And the guy's ship?"
"I parked it in an alley…"
"How far away from here?"
"At least a kilometer; a few blocks…I couldn't stand it anymore; the car smelled like him…"
Mel nodded again. His hands slid from Nikita's shoulders down his arms until they reached the Experiment's thin, bony wrists.
"Nikita…baby…", Mel said earnestly, taking Niki's hands into his own and staring seriously at his friend.
"You did nothing wrong. You understand me? Nothing. He was going to hurt you, and you acted in your own defense. There's no crime in that, and you have no need to feel guilt for any of it. That guy who did this to you – he's going to Hell for this. But you haven't done anything wrong, sweetie. Nothing."
Nikita's head turned slowly back towards Mel, and he raised his eyes to the level of the Arhk's.
"…Please don't talk about Hell", he said quietly.
"…I think I'm going to be sick…"
Mel leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Nikita's small, shivering body sympathetically, accompanying his action with a gentle;
"Oh, Niki…"
As before, Nikita was more than happy to engage in the warmth and closeness of his friend's embrace…but he wasn't crying anymore. Indeed, he was still sobbing and hiccupping a bit…but it seemed as if talking about what had happened had taken some of the still-lingering burden off of him. Now, he predominantly just felt sick.
"Here…sit back up, okay?", Mel urged, breaking the hug and fumbling around for something in his belt.
He eventually pulled forth a roll of some thick, white tape. He picked up an unused moist towelette and folded an unused paper towel together. Nikita understood what he implied before he even spoke.
"Let me just tape you up back there, okay?", Mel suggested.
"I know it's a crappy excuse for a real bandage, but I'll make it work, okay?"
Niki nodded and leaned his head forward. The skillfulness of Mel's hands returned, and Nikita soon felt his bandage being applied.
"…Bet I look like a lobotomy patient with this thing on", he commented, with a hint of a smile showing on his face.
"Naw; I'm making you look good", Mel assured him good-naturedly.
"You'll start a new fashion…we'll call it 'the survivor'."
Nikita let loose a small laugh, and it wasn't long before Mel had finished cutting the last strand of gauze.
"There ya go", he concluded.
"You look like a martial-arts master; it's sexy."
Nikita raised his head and (with Mel's help) stood up. He hobbled over to a sink and gazed into the mirror above it.
Mel had definitely exaggerated…perhaps not about the bandage that stretched around his head to cover the wound on the back of his scalp, but he certainly looked a right horror: his make-up had been smeared over his face and some of the dried blood still resided on his features.
Grabbing a towel and wetting it, he wiped the abnormal colors from his eyes and forehead vigorously. At last he looked up at his reflection again, and found himself completely clean, yet the fur on his face was damp and scruffy-looking.
Mel observed him from behind with a smile on his face.
"You look like a puppy that's been put through the wash", he commented playfully.
"Or a trog that's about to be skinned", Nikita replied.
"My God…you think that's gonna leave a scar?"
Mel cringed in a pained sort of way.
"Hate to say so…", he told Nikita grimly.
"But…you're probably gonna be prematurely bald in that area; it's a real mash back there…"
Nikita sighed heavily.
"I won't be worth two cents…", he said dully…before quickly remembering something and exclaiming;
"Hey!...do you think I can still go down and pick up my pay?"
"Fuck the money", Mel insisted, putting an arm around Niki and beginning to lead him out of the bathroom.
"I'll get it off that fat bastard tomorrow for you."
"But I wanted to get something to eat-", Niki pointed out, before Mel interrupted him.
"All cleared: I already ordered us something. Your favorite, as a matter of fact."
"But…I'm gonna have to pay you-"
"Bullshit; you don't need to pay me."
"But I have-"
"You have to eat and I won't take 'no' for an answer."
"…I hate it when you do this kind of thing."
"Oh, I love you too, honey-buns."
Mel unlocked the door to the bathrooms and lead Niki out into the soda-room, which they passed through quickly. They entered the hallway and Nikita only walked to follow Mel; he had no idea where they were going.
"You got a room?", he asked.
"Well, I hope so", Mel replied with a shrug.
"I ordered our food to 32a; I hope nobody's in there…"
"32-A?", Niki repeated.
"That's in the left hallway, right?"
"Correct", Mel answered, still walking.
"…So why not get a room in this hallway?"
"Oh, I just realized that there's a TV in 32-A…I thought you might enjoy some relaxation."
Mel led Nikita through the entirety of the right-wing hallway and across the balcony overlooking the main entrance…the receptionist's desk was still empty.
The two of them entered the door leading to the left-wing hallway, and near the middle of the extent of the red carpet, there stood a mid-aged creature of tall and skinny stature, with green skin, three eyes, and a delivery-bag under his arm.
"You by chance order the nakku meal?", he asked them grumpily as they approached.
"Yes, that'd be me", Mel replied, coming to a stop in front of the creature.
The delivery-man glared at him.
"Why the Hell do I have to wait fifteen minutes for my pay?", he snarled dully at Mel, who seemed unfazed by the threatening looks.
"You had to wait?", Mel repeated, sounding thourghly amazed that the time had slipped him.
"Oh, I am so sorry…you see, me and my friend here have been out saving the planet from a monstrous slab of spoiled nakku…is the one in the bag still fresh? If not, I may have to vaporize it!"
The alien glared at him, and Mel laughed in spite of the reaction while Nikita giggled behind him. The Arhk pulled out the money he owed the deliverer and took the bag from him in return.
"What about the tip?", the alien growled at him annoyedly.
"Tip?", Mel repeated curiously.
"I had to wait fifteen minutes", the deliverer snarled.
"I expect some compensation for my time."
"Oh…well, I don't have anymore money…", Mel said, innocently.
"How about I just blow you quick and we'll call it a deal?"
The alien looked both outraged and disgusted at Mel's words, and it didn't take him long to stomp past Mel and Nikita towards the exit.
"Hey!...I was kidding!", Mel tried to call after him, but it was already too late – the guy had slammed the door to the balcony shut behind him.
Mel shrugged dismissively.
"Whatever", he said lazily, and opened up the door to the room.
"Looks all clear…c'mon; we gotta turn on the A/C in here!"
Nikita followed him inside – it was indeed hot inside of the room. Mel set the bag onto the bed and hurried over to the conditioning-switches while muttering to himself;
"I don't know what fool insisted for this place to be a rain forest…"
Nikita sat down on the bed, next to the bag and looked at it hungrily; it smelled very good.
"Dig in", Mel urged, striding over to the 'window' to activate the nocturnal top-story view.
"I wasn't sure what you wanted to drink, so I got one iced tea and one coke…which one you want?"
"Usstee", Nikita replied through a mouthful of nakku-sandwich; he was ever so hungry…
Mel smiled and removed both covered cups from the bag before picking up his own sandwich. He handed Nikita his drink and switched on the television that faced the bed via the remote.
"Ooh! Dey goth uh muhic chuhnoo here!", he exclaimed through his own mouthful of food; he swallowed before going on;
"Look! Emperor! I love him!"
The two of them watched television for quite some time after they finished their meal. They both lay on the bed, keeping their feet separated in order to better see the screen. Although Niki was content to simply sit back and watch whatever program was on, Mel was constantly sitting up and pointing at the screen, whether to comment on a commercial or advertisement, or to make a negative comment on something he didn't like (at one time, an erotic-thriller came on, and Mel spent half of the movie yelling; "Nobody has sex with sheets still wrapped around them!").
Eventually, all channels became dominated with telephone-chat commercials, and Mel switched off the television with a click of the remote.
"Nothing but crap…", he muttered to himself before turning towards Nikita.
"You tired?"
Nikita shook his head in reply and glanced at the digital clock: in the planet's day-span, it was almost midnight.
"I'm parched", Mel stated, and he stood up.
"I'm going to get some sodas from the vending machines…ya want something?"
"No, thanks."
"Well, we'll end up sharing diseases if we share the same can, so I might as well bring two to begin with."
Niki snorted with laughter, and Mel crossed over to the door and opened it.
"Don't let anybody in, okay?", he said, and there seemed some actual concern in his voice.
"Can do", Nikita replied, and Mel left with a nod.
Nikita looked around the room.
He was alone again.
And without anyone or anything to avert or steal his attention, it seemed as if he were once more completely open to his fears.
He heard Mel's footsteps disappear down the corridor, and he wanted nothing more than to rush to the door and leave the room with him…for if he stayed in the room, his fears and terrible subconscious would creep up on him like a monster out of the closet.
But the shadows already seemed to have become predominant, and as far as Niki was concerned, the floor was covered in snakes.
Not daring to move, he shivered and stared up at the low ceiling, trying hard not to envision an all-too-familiar face coming at him towards the darkness.
The Perentil's body still lay charred and dead atop the building. His eyes had been open when he had died, but Niki had shot him in the face so many times that it didn't seem to matter anymore…but was there still some chance, even a miniscule chance, that he was still alive?
"No", Nikita told himself firmly.
"He's dead. I killed him."
His words to himself gave him no reassurance, however. His hearing seemed to intensify, and every wisp of air emitted from the air conditioner, every buzz of an insect, and every creak of the room settling sounded like an approaching footstep of the Perentil's charred, smoking ghost. Nikita whimpered and gripped the bed sheets below him, while softly praying for Mel to return and bring back the light.
And then…a voice spoke so dominantly in his head that it actually seemed to be physical;
"You're a murderer…"
Nikita covered his ears vigorously and rolled onto his side, into a small ball, but he couldn't drown out the voice that kept coming at him;
"You killed someone…and you're going to regret it…you worthless little fuck. SCREAM FOR ME!"
Nikita uttered a high-pitched whine through gritted teeth, and his chin touched his chest as he drew himself as tightly together as his body would allow.
"Niki?"
Nikita opened one of his eyes and found Mel staring at him concernedly from the open doorway, holding two cans of soft drinks. He nearly dropped these as he closed the door behind him and hurried over to Nikita, who sat up and held out his arms.
"Mel…", he whispered softly, before being enveloped once again in the Arhk's arms.
Mel held him tight, without even asking what was the matter. Perhaps he figured, or maybe he didn't care what was the cause…Niki was just glad to have him close again.
"M'scared, Mel…", he confessed quietly, with his cheek leaned against his friend's shoulder.
"Don't be", Mel replied, in a tone as quiet as Niki's.
"I'm here."
"…Don't leave me…", Niki pleaded, holding Mel a bit tighter.
The Arhk's reply was accompanied by a responding squeeze from him as well;
"I won't…I promise."
Niki nodded against Mel's shoulder and slowly raised his head up.
He looked into the Arhk's eyes, about three inches above his own, and was met with a soft, gentle, and loving gaze.
He opened his mouth, and shut it again. He hesitated, then opened his mouth again to speak.
"Mel?", he asked quietly.
"Can I tell you something?"
"Anything", Mel whispered back.
Nikita breathed a few breaths before speaking once more.
"I love you…"
Mel stood, holding Nikita in his arms…then his lip slightly trembled, as if he were about to cry.
"…You mean that?", he squeaked, with a slight break in his voice.
Nikita nodded in response. He did.
Mel bit back a sob and looked away momentarily before saying to the Experiment;
"…I love you, too…I've loved you ever since I layed eyes on you."
Niki's mouth parted in emotion, and he released a sob so quiet that it wasn't even heard. He felt tears fill his eyes, and one of them began to stream down the fur on his cheek. Mel reached out a finger and stopped its flow, while perhaps not realizing that a tear of his own had taken course down his face. As Mel had done, Nikita reached up a clawed hand and stopped it. Then, he hand parted into an outstretched palm. He ran his furry hand over Mel's face. He set his hand gently over Mel's warm cheek, and the Arhk did the same. Slowly, ever so slowly, their faces neared eachother – Mel leaned his head down, and Niki rose up on his tip-toes. After what seemed like an eternity of listening to eachother's breaths getting closer and closer, the two of them finally touched lips and kissed tenderly.
Nikita felt shivers galore run up and down his spine like lightning and ice-cold water. He had never ever felt such a sensation, or anything else so intensely electrifying. Mel's lips were so warm, light, and tender, and from them seemed to spill the magic that tracked around his body like an electrical circuit.
They kissed again, and Mel's lips closed over his own. Nikita felt his arm drape around his shoulders, and he felt a need to do the same thing. He reached up with both arms and wrapped them around Mel's neck, and he drew closer to this living, breathing fountain of bliss, and he felt Mel's other arm slide around his lower back.
Nikita's eyes had fallen shut, and he kissed Mel on pure instinct and feeling. He didn't know if Mel had any experience, but he handled this kissing-thing like a master; craning and turning his head almost nonstop, and finding ever-changing positions while never losing pace of the kiss. He sucked, overlapped, and re-lapped Nikita's lips so skillfully that Niki decided it would be best to follow.
Nikita sighed softly out of the corner of his mouth as Mel gently slipped his tongue between his lips. Nikita had never felt this action being applied to him…and he loved it immensely. Willingly, he allowed his tongue out of its isolation and met Mel's. Mel's tongue, like a crafty eel, obviously knew what to do, and immediately began a type of seductive rub-up against Niki's, who immediately decided that the only Heaven in existence was in Mel's arms.
Finally, after several minutes, they broke apart, both of them slightly out of breath. Nikita looked up at Mel's face, and found him smiling lovingly at him.
"C'mon…", he urged in a whisper, and nudged his head in the direction of the bed.
Taking Niki by the hand, he led him over to the plainly-covered mattress. He motioned for the Experiment to lie down first, and Niki happily settled himself with his head on a pillow. Mel pulled his rocker-shirt off over his head and tossed it on the floor. He then crawled seductively from the foot of the bed up to Nikita, where he lay above him on all fours. His beak-like mouth met Niki's, and they began their kiss again. This one lasted much shorter than their previous one, and Mel quickly explained why.
"Ya wanna get nek-kid?", he suggested with a sly smile, and Nikita replied with an anxious nod.
"Sure…let me sit up for a minute, okay?"
Mel sat back on his shins and Nikita sat up to pulled his vest off. Going by Mel's example, he dropped it off the side of the bed and raised himself up to sit on his shins as well.
The two of them embraced and kissed again, and Nikita began feeling and reaping the benefit of being shirtless – he almost purred as Mel rubbed his furry chest, while Niki put his arms up around his shoulders.
Shortly after, Mel broke the kiss and motioned downwards.
"I meant completely nek-kid", he said with a smile.
"Let's just pull off these hefty bags and get crazy…"
Nikita grinned and nodded, and Mel reached down to begin fumbling with the zipper and button of Niki's pants. The Experiment followed suit, and undid Mel's belt before going after the buttons.
"Oooh…", Mel teased as he finished with his struggle and pulled Niki's pants down below his buttocks.
"No underwear…you're naughtier than I thought."
"I never could afford any new clothes like you", Niki replied with a smile.
"Besides, with all my fur, I'd imagine it'd get pretty hot – oh-ho!"
He finished undoing Mel's slacks, and smirked as he looked back up at his companion.
"You're not wearing any either!", he accused playfully.
"What's your excuse?"
"Oh, well, you know…", Mel said with an innocent expression.
"When you sleep around as much as I do, it becomes a real bother to take them off along with your pants, so…"
Nikita giggled and pulled down Mel's pants as far as they would go in his position, and he didn't mind it when the Arhk gave him a slight push so he fell back.
"No worries", he said, and took hold of the legs of Niki's pants.
"Just let me slide off these bad boys…"
He gave a skillful yank, and Nikita felt a whoosh of air as his pants were pulled cleanly off of his body, like a magician pulling a table cloth out from under a vase. He smiled up at Mel, who quickly discarded his own pants before climbing back on top of Niki to resume the kissing.
They wrapped their arms around eachother and Mel licked at Niki's lips before continuing the kiss, and Niki pleasured from feeling Mel's body on top of his. He rubbed his legs gently against the Arhk's, and was pleased to feel Mel rubbing back.
Mel smiled down at Niki and carefully petted the back of his head.
"You okay?", he asked without losing his smile.
"Let's be careful – I don't want your bandage coming off."
"Oh, don't worry", Nikita assured him.
"It'll take a saw to get this thing off…you wrapped it around my head so tight, it feels like a vice!"
Mel smirked and began nuzzling Niki's neck.
"I can hold you in a vice if you wanted me to…", he growled playfully.
They simply cuddled for several minutes, in which Nikita took in and memorized the smell of Mel's flesh – a mix of light body-mist and the sweat of the moment.
For the event, it seemed very erotic.
Niki planted his nose on Mel's shoulder and enjoyed himself by simply smelling the scent of the Arhk whom he held so close to his body.
"You trying to get high off of me?", Mel asked with a laugh.
"I already am", Niki replied in a low murr.
Mel nodded and gave Nikita a small kiss on the forehead.
"How 'bout I give you a turn on top?", he suggested.
"Nobody could accuse you of being an uke, then."
Niki nodded, and in one motion, Mel had rolled over and now lay on his back, with Nikita sitting on top of him. To his surprise, he found Mel smiling up at him smugly.
"Exactly what I wanted…"
Before Nikita could ask what he meant, he felt the Arhk's hands snake around his body as take hold of his buttocks. He responded with a decisive "Ooh!" of surprise, and Mel grinned as he began to massage, rub, and grope at Niki's backside.
"I always thought you had the sexiest ass I had ever seen", he told him.
"And now, I've been proven to be a full one-hundred percent right on the money."
Niki smiled and began breathing heavily in effect to the pleasure being administrated to him; who would've thought that a butt-massage could be so wonderful?
Mel worked over this feature of the Experiment's body for some time, and Nikita quickly got the impression that Mel enjoyed watching and listening to the effects of pleasuring him…but it certainly couldn't compare to what was felt by Niki, who enunciated his feelings with several low, drawn-out moans, groans, sighs of pleasure, and the occasional whimper of bliss.
When Mel finally stopped his ministrations, Niki whined like a disappointed child. But the Arhk turned a deaf ear to this, and he rolled over once more to regain the mounted position.
"Sit up a while, baby?", he asked Niki with a smile.
"I wanna hold you a bit…"
Always open to suggestions, the peach-colored Experiment pushed himself up with one arm and engaged in another hug and kiss with Mel.
Even though it was returning from pleasurable, lustful intimacy, it still felt good to go back to basic 'cuddle & kiss'.
They broke away after a minute or two, and were breathing heavily once more. Mel grinned once again and pressed a quick peck against Niki's lips.
"Hey…", he began in a slow pant.
"How about we…uh…well, you know…"
"What…you mean?", Nikita asked, still holding Mel by the shoulders.
Mel hesitated momentarily, then indicated towards his nether-regions. Nikita looked down…and looked back up, wearing a surprised expression.
"Oh…", he said slowly in realization.
"You…you wanna go the entire way, huh?"
"Uh…yeah", Mel confessed with a small blush before looking away.
"But, I mean, only if you want to…I'm sorry; I shouldn't have asked. You probably don't…I'm sorry; I'll go put some ice on myself-"
"Let's do it."
Mel left his mouth hanging in mid-air, and he looked up at Nikita; the tables had turned, for now it was the Experiment who wore a slight smirk of playfulness.
"You mean it?", Mel asked.
"Of course", Niki replied.
"We might as well…it'd feel like a bit of a rip-off if we didn't."
"But…not if you don't want to-"
"I do want to."
"Are you-"
"Yes, I'm sure."
Mel stared open-mouth at the smiling Nikita…before grinning suspiciously and pointing a finger.
"Wait a minute…", he said.
"Don't you go around using my stuff!"
"Sorry", Nikita apologized with a wide smile; he rubbed up against Mel's body cutely.
"Let me have my moments, okay?"
"Okay, okay", Mel agreed with a smile, and gave Niki a small hug.
"But you're sure that you want to?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure", Niki said.
"I love you, after all, and I'd enjoy it…as long as you used a condom."
"A condom!", Mel exclaimed, jumping up from bed.
"I had one of those! Yes, let me look through my pockets…"
He went through them like a madman deprived, and eventually held up a tube of latex wrapped in a plastic case.
"Got it!", he proclaimed triumphantly.
"Provisions are set! Lifelines secure! We are ready for liftoff!"
Nikita giggled, and had even more a chance to do so when Mel began struggling to keep it on.
"You having fun?", he asked.
"Oh, lots of fun!", Mel replied in a tone of playful sarcasm.
"Go watch a video, alright? I'll be playing 'beat the clock' for a while; this damn piece…"
Eventually, he managed to slip it on, and raised his arms over his head, as if in victory.
"Super Arhk – one! Latex – zero!", he said proudly, and Nikita gave him a small ovation.
Mel turned towards Nikita and showed him a seductive grin. He took a few sly steps over to the bed, and Niki scooted backwards against the pillows as his partner crawled towards; eventually, Mel had Nikita back-to-back with the wall and they kissed lightly, an undenying smile on both of their faces.
"Mmmm…you ready, honey?", Mel cooed as they broke apart.
The Experiment nodded and licked Mel's muzzle;
"Sure thing…"
Mel nearly purred at this and scooted right up against Niki…but paused as he put his arms around him.
"…Are you sure?", he asked him, with concern evident in his voice.
"I mean…you really don't have to do it just for me, if that's what you're thinking. Hey, after what happened to you earlier night, I can understand if you don't want to…and we don't have to."
Nikita's smile left his face, and was replaced with a look of solemnness he looked into Mel's glinting eyes, and gave a gentle sigh that was neither sarcastic nor exasperated.
"Mel…", he told him quietly, and took his hand into his own.
"I…this might seem very abrupt, with us doing this and all, right after…you know what…you might figure that there's something wrong with me…but there isn't. I mean it."
He stroked Mel's hand gently and blinked once before continuing.
"I've never felt this before. You and I both know that in our job, we never receive love…only lust. But now…"
He touched Mel's face.
"You make me feel so good…in a way that I've never felt before. The way you touch me and the way you kiss me is wonderful…and I love you. I mean it – I love you completely…and if there was ever anybody who I wished to do it with in the way we are…it's you. You make me forget what happened earlier, and make me feel so much better…please…"
He put his arms around Mel's neck and leaned against his chest.
"Keep the past out of my mind for tonight, alright?"
Mel stayed silent, and considered the depth of Niki's words mutely…
Then, as if set off, he returned Niki's embrace lovingly and shed a tear that dropped onto the Experiment's furry shoulder.
"I love you, Nikita…", he whispered into Niki's large ears.
"I mean it, too…I love you like no one else, because you churn my feelings and make me happy in ways that I've never dreamed of…I'd never mean to disgrace or dishonor you…and to have sex with you would be an honor…and perhaps I'd manage to show you just how much I care for you."
The two of them hugged and held eachother close for a long time. They concentrated not on lust or what their hormones wanted, but only on the special feeling that stimulated from their two beating hearts.
It was strange…they had known eachother as friends for two long years, and now, it seemed quite silly that they had never realized this…'potential'. As they held eachother, their hearts seemed to join together and claim what they felt; "We belong together!".
In their antics that would soon follow and fill the night, the Arhk and the Experiment merged to become one single being of love and bliss, who knew no pain, fear, or toil, and pulsated a warm, flowing energy from it's body that spread throughout the room. They breathed, cried, and yelled for joy together, always hand-in-hand, and always loving the other a thousand times more with each passing moment. When they would fall asleep in eachother's arms later, it would be with the wonderful sense of feeling complete…fulfilled…and, most of all, loved…and that they were no longer alone in the world.