The Enemy of my Enemy

by Ghostnobody

This is going to be a tale of a very unlikely romance, a human male and a xenomorph queen find themselves in a hell that neither of them could have imagined in their wildest nightmares, but if they're going to survive then somehow they're going to have to learn to work together and together maybe they can prove that not only is the enemy of my enemy my friend but sometimes more.

26. Chapter 26

Hey ladies and gents GhostNobody here to inform you that this is the last of the chapter 21 series and this one covers Spike, but I'm pretty sure all of you guessed it would, as of Chapter 22 we're back on with the zombie killing fun and I really got some doozys coming you way.

Now just a heads up here as I feel its is only fair to offer some warning, this is not you usual light fluffy and happy lemony goodness that you have come to expect and enjoy from me, this is something all together different and darker, this something I kinda felt that I should highlight in a way, a lot of people like to glamorise this stuff, I don't, don't get me wrong kinks are kinks and I don't care what anyone says every single person on this planet has at least one, given were all here reading (Or writing in my case) alien love adventures its safe to say what one of ours is and we all enjoy it together in our weird fucked up little circle kinda way and everyone has the the right to enjoy thiers in a safe consenting way, used two words there that are real important, safe and consent.

Plus I'll just say this becasue I get the feeling it's going to get some tongues wagging and I want to avoid the questions, yes I've been where Spike is, so yes I understand the mind set, that's all I'll say.

On a brighter note the today I'm setting u the poll for what the new Hunter Hunted is going to be called, I bounced so many titles around in my fucked up twsited little mind, but i finally settled on three so here they are:

Hunter Hunted: Shadow Hunters

Hunter Hunted: Guardians of Light

Hunted Hunted: The Hybrid Wars

So those three will be on a profile poll for you to choose from, but that's just the main story folks, the mini series leading up to its release will be simply called Hunter Hunted: Building Better worlds and a small title to say who's covered.

Well that's enough running up time to take the jump together people, I do hope you enjoy this, this is GhostNobody signing off and saying on with the show...

Chapter 21 Part 3: Love Hurts or so They Say.

Spike felt kinda nervous working on Reaper's comm unit with T'Kell hovering over his shoulder, watching him intently, he had the case open and was manipulating the delicate circuitry inside with a small laser probe.

"What is that you use, ooman?" she asked, watching his hand moments with great fascination.

"Err, a laser probe, it allows me to find and seal micro fractures in the connections in the circuitry traces and solders," Spike said, lifting it to show it to her, to be fair, it looked like a very fine tipped pen, but when coupled with the digital magnifier on his head, which magnified his eyes to anyone who looked at his face while he was wearing it, it magnified what he was seeing a great many times as well.

He could have opted to have the cybernetic enhancements fitted to his eyes to assist him but, honestly, cybernetics like that creeped him out, which was kinda hypocritical of him, he knew as he was the biggest tech head going, king of the nerds as it were.

"And with this you can fix the broken unit?" she asked, he nodded.

"Well, in part, this will let me fix the damage to the circuit board, that's only one part of the damage here, Reaper must have taken a serious hit to do this much damage, but then again, Reaper is as hard as they come, it's totally like him to get beat to fuck and then keep on going," he said admiringly, his Sergeant was utterly one of his idols, and it was a source of pride that such a man considered himself a friend, especially as he was one of the few people who had seen both his medical and service records, the man was one of humanities most decorated soldiers.

Because the Spirit's were a top secret organization, their service records and, in fact, their personnel files were utterly classified, not that stuff like that stopped humanities best hacker, Reaper alone had twenty three medals, including the top five honors that a human soldier can receive.

The Gold Star of honor, given for tremendous courage in the face of the enemy, he got that pulling out a squad of colonial marines who had been captured by pirates and were being ransomed.

The Mark of a Hero, given for standing alone against insurmountable odds, he got this being the last man standing after his entire squad was wiped out by slavers on a rescue mission to save colonists, not only did he rescue the civilians, he took out the entire slaver team single handedly.

The Humanity Cross, given for exceptional service to humanity in the saving of life, also given for rescuing the entire colony from slavers, single handily saving over three thousand lives from being taken as slaves.

Legion of the Dragon, this one was the rarest of the five because of what it was required to obtain it, received by giving your life for humanity or it's allies, kinda like the old American award of the Medal of Honor, in order to receive this award, as it was almost always handed out post humorously, you had to die heroicly in service to humanity, there were only five recipients still alive, he was one as, technically, when he received his cybernetics he died and was revived later.

The last of the five was the least well known as its existence was a complete secret, known only to those who received it, The Mark of a True Ghost, given to those covert operatives who went well above and beyond the call of duty in defence of humanity, quite a few Spirits had this one, though none of the others knew who had it exactly because of the nature of it, and it wasn't a Medal, it was a tattoo done in a very unique ink that showed up under a certain special light and had a very slight and unique radio active signature, it made it impossible to copy, Spike was also chuffed to know exactly where Reaper's tattoo was as, once he'd learned of it, he'd decided to try and locate it.

So, once while Reaper was in decon, he'd reprogrammed the lights to give off that very specific light frequency and, when Reaper had looked up to see what was going on, it was revealed on the back of his neck.

"Are you saying that this Reaper is a better ooman than you, servant?" T'Kell said, making Spike snap from his happy memory of his friend and balk, he sighed heavily.

"I suppose in a lot of ways, yes, mistress, he is, but he cannot do the things I can, so we all have our strengths, this is mine," he said a little sourly, but T'Kell didn't look all that convinced.

"You should take pride in yourself, ooman, if you come over as weak and pathetic then this is how everyone will see you, is this what you wish? To be seen as weak and pathetic all your life?" she asked in a surprisingly flat tone of voice for the rather insulting question she'd just laid at his feet.

"I'm not pathetic!" he yelled at her in a flash of anger, and he saw her draw herself up, obviously not being used to being yelled at, especially by an ooman.

'Watch your tone, ooman! Remember who you are talking to! If I had not made a promise to my sister not to strike you, you would be laid in a pool of your own blood right now! But you will show me respect! I am your mistress!" she snarled in a voice so menacing it made his blood run cold and his heart feel like it stopped beating and turned to ice in his chest.

"Y-Y-Yes mistress," he said in a voice laden with both fear and self hatred, he was an elite Spirit for crying out loud, he hated being beholden to her like this, having to call her mistress like she was some kind of monarch or something was utterly degrading, though, he supposed it was his fault in the first place, if he hadn't played that prank then Macha and T'Shara wouldn't have decided to get a little vengeance on him and land him in this situation, and he did suppose that Reaper had saved his ass by turning her vengeance off by offering his service to her for the stealing of a kiss, but didn't they realise that it was his first kiss too? So didn't that technically make it a fair trade?

That's when her actual words sank a little deeper among his thoughts and he realized that T'Shara had made her promise not to hit him, which meant that she had designs to do just that if he stepped out of line with her, fuck, he knew Yautja could be violent a times...ok, most of the time...ok, all of the time, but hitting someone who was supposed to be serving you? That just seemed both low and overkill to him.

"Good, remember your place, ooman, you are my servant now, gifted to me by your commanding NCO, you are to follow my commands, what ever they may be, and to serve me with respect and honor, I will not have my servant being a weak honorless pauk who is disrespectful to his mistress, I have have read much of the old ways of how my kind hunted yours for sport as a deadly prey and when an individual was deemed of high enough skill and worth they were captured and not killed, then they were gifted their life for providing the hunter or huntress with an exceptional hunt, instead of killing them they were taken into servitude and taken as a personal attendant, a place of honor at their hunters side, it showed that they were strong enough prey to be considered worthy of life," T'Kell said proudly.

Spike was barely able to hide his disgust at this, the thought of his people being hunted for nothing more then the amusement of other people sickened him and it showed, T'Kell once again showed how frighteningly observant she was by noticing his silent expressions, "You find this distasteful, ooman?" she asked, and he winced, but he figured that it would be pointless lying to her as something told him she'd be able to tell.

"Wouldn't you? If it was your people being hunted and killed for fun?" he said bitterly, and she clicked her mandibles in an annoyed fashion.

"What, do your people not hunt and kill for pleasure? Do your people not hunt the animals of your would for food? For sport? To test your strength as a warrior or as a hunter?" she said defiantly.

"Not people, no, animals, yea, non sentient life, never other sentients, it's brutal," he said darkly, but, rather than look annoyed, now T'Kell looked amused.

"Oh, come now, ooman, we both know this is not true, you color your own history, I have studied your culture and history as well as my own, for as long as I can remember your kind have fascinated me, one of the only species who killed more of its own kind than it did of others, all the wars among yourselves you have fought over petty things like land, or resources, then there are the rural tribes of your world who would hunt and kill each other for power, who would not only hunt and kill other oomans but would take trophies from them, even eat them, so do not climb on high horse with me, ooman, when it comes to brutal, your people put mine to shame, at least we only hunt one or two, you, your kind hunted entire clans to extinction," she said with a dark voice that sent shivers down his spine and nausea crawling up his throat with bile like bitterness.

"We moved past that a long time ago, we evolved, adapted, there hasn't been a war on Earth since we found out we weren't alone in the Galaxy," Spike said, trying to focus on his work, but his hands had developed a new tremor to them, T'Kell clicked her mandibles in amusement.

"I no talk of now, ooman, I talk of past, my people have not hunted yours in great many years, not since we became allies, but long ago it was considered a test of strength and honor among my kind to be able to hunt your kind, there were two prey that were considered most worthy, the ones you call Xenomorphs, what we call kiande amedha, then it was your kind, because of how you fight back, your kind may be considered physically weak compared to mine, but your real strength is how you fight when you are cornered, like wild animals determined to cling to life, few fight like oomans when cornered, I have seen this on the battlefield, oomans are at their best under pressure, when not you are sloppy, lazy, complacent, but apply pressure, the right pressure, and ooman primal instinct to survive kicks in and you become best prey, strong, powerful, determined, cunning, deadly, everything my kind look for in a prey, it is how many times even primitive oomans beat us, which is why when hunters of old came across particular oomans who fought with such ferocity, such power and strength right to bitter end they feel it was shame to kill them, shame to take their skull and put it on a wall, much better to put collar on them and show that ooman off, show all other hunters and huntress what it is that you have beaten with your will, they are allowed to live on and to serve their hunter or huntress who bested them, hunter or huntress get powerful servant, is win win," she said, that note of pride coming back into her voice.

Spike shivered at this thought again, but, somehow, a lot of it made sense to him, but he could't help but wonder if under those circumstances wouldn't it be better to be dead rather than a slave? But then if you fought that hard to hold onto your life to live, would you want that to live on, even if your life truly wasn't your own anymore, would the point of being just being alive be enough?

Yet again T'Kell noticed his train of thought as it was rumbling down the tracks of his mind, "You are wondering why it is that anyone would accept such a life, aren't you, ooman?" she said, and he stiffened hard, tensing his shoulders, which made her laugh as she caught him out, her laugh was deep and rich.

"I just can't help but wonder who would willingly wish to be a slave? To give up your life like that? To live a shamed existence bereft of your own free will to do as you please with the life that is yours, or no longer yours, as the case may be," he said thoughtfully.

T'Kell clicked her mandibles thoughtfully, as if considering how she would feel if put in that position, "Is it not better to live? If you fought so hard to be alive and to not die then if the one hunting you gives you chance to live rather than just not die isn't it preferable to live in service and still be alive rather than just a trophy hanging on a wall?" she said.

Spike thought about that, his mind cast back to the slavers on Earth, of his history classes all those moons ago where he learned of how humans took other humans as slaves, or more specifically how whites enslaved blacks, of how hard they fought for equality and equal human rights, a point well at home in his head being black himself and it being the history of his people, so to speak, a real dark stain on humanity's history to be sure, in fact, he'd learned through that history that his own family had once been slaves, forced to work for a plantation owner in the great state of Alabama, but, in a kind of twist of fate, he learned that his distant grandmother (he wasn't sure how many greats she was) had fallen in love with one of the plantation owners sons and when the civil war broke out they had fled to the north and married, something that was truly rare in those days.

His family had disowned him for it and he and his wife had lived very simple and poor lives, but they had been happy from the journals he'd read, she'd gone from slave to beloved wife, so he'd figured that there were cases indeed where slavery had in a kind of odd way turned out for the better, but, as a whole, the practice, the whole thing disgusted him beyond words and feelings, it was a hateful practice and was burned as a pretty dark stain in his racial and cultural mindset, the thought of belonging to someone as anything other than an equal sickened him, which is why he guessed he hated this so much, despite the fact that she actually hadn't done anything to him, it was the fact that she could order him around and make him do stuff and he had no say in it, granted, he was in the military and that sort of thing happened every single day, but he wasn't a slave, he had a say, however small, and it could be ignored, but his opinion was heard and his skills respected.

He decided to go with a diplomatic answer rather than answer her with all out anger because that was a battle he just didn't fancy fighting right now, "I suppose it would depend on the master or mistress wouldn't it? I mean, if you belonged to someone who treated you well, was kind to you, didn't hurt you needlessly just because they could or to prove their dominance over you then you could probably tolerate it, but if that person was cruel to you, belittled you, hurt you, tormented you, then in my opinion it would be far better to be dead, my skull might hang on your wall or you could use it for a piss pot for all I care, because, where my soul is, they can't touch it, I would be at peace in my final rest, so yeah, being taken by a person like that I would wish for it and probably actively seek it rather than endure it just to stay alive," he said.

T'Kell clicked her mandibles thoughtfully and looked at him in both surprise and what she supposed was admiration, she had not expected the ooman to reply in this manner, she had expected him to be on the side and of the view that he would cling to life no matter what, but his answer had actually showed that he didn't fear death as much as she had thought, maybe there was more to him than met her eye, she would have to investigate.

Oomans had been a particular fascination of hers for a great many years, she had met Spirits before and fought alongside them, she had fought alongside the colonial marines as well, for her money, the marines were a bunch of undisciplined pauks who barely knew which end of their weapon to point at the enemy, but the Spirits were vastly different, granted, they were made up of a great many species, not just oomans, but the ooman Spirits she had met were strong and very capable individuals, it granted them a great measure of respect among her people, Spike was among their number so that garnered him the same respect because she had heard tales of how grueling their training was, in fact, it was this that had put her off wishing to join them herself, though, from what she understood, you didn't apply, they chose you, so, for whatever reason, they had chosen this weak looking ooman, and he had survived their training, so that granted him some measure of respect, but his behavior and personality were vastly different to what she would imagine and expect of a professional soldier.

In the far past her people had hunted oomans as prey, and the strongest among them had been chosen to be hunted, sometimes these individuals won the hunt, killing the hunter, which meant they were to be released without any come back and given a gift from the hunter or huntresses clan as a mark of respect of their skill.

Though, more often than not, the reverse had happened and the ooman had been killed and their skull and spine taken as a trophy to mark a successful hunt concluded, though, there had been numerous occasions where the ooman in question had been hunted and had been of such exceptional skill and determination that even though at the end they had been bested by the hunter or huntress they simply didn't have the heart to kill them, instead they took them as a personal attendant, granted, yes, this was a form of slavery, the ooman in question forfeited any right to freedom and free will, they lived now to serve their master or mistress, bending to their whims and wills, but there had been a great many recorded cases of these relationships blooming creating both a friendship and an odd form of kinship, there had even been whispers of a great many of them becoming something far deeper behind closed doors, though, because, at the time, it was a death sentence to mate with any other species other than a Yautja, none of these relationships were written down, other than, of course, the one where they had been caught and both put to death in disgrace, and there had been quite a few of them, which lead her to believe that it happened very frequently.

T'Kell herself was no stranger to sex or to sexuality, she had rutted with Yautja males on numerous occasions when the feeling had taken her, now, while it had not been unpleasant, indeed, it had been quite the opposite on a few occasions, she did, however, feel that it was lacking in some way, like there was some part of something that was missing, though what she had no idea, when she'd first read of these Yautja who had been put to death with their attendants for such relationships she had first wondered why any Yautja in their right mind would risk such dishonor by doing something like that with an ooman?

What could drive them to wish to risk everything for a quick rut with an ooman? With a prey species, with something so inferior to them?

Then the law had changed after the actions of the Clan Mason and the Legendary Tik Eleth Mason, formally of the Shadow Claw Clan, this sparked the existence of the ooman hunt, an agreed event that was agreed with the leaders of the ooman world where hunter and huntresses were allowed to come to the ooman worlds with the intention of hunting themselves a mate among the oomans, at first she'd thought it a stupid and disgusting practice, who would wish to mate with an ooman? A pauking prey species, but with the popularity of it and the ever increasing numbers of her kind that promoted, it became clear to her that there was obviously something to it, however, what it was alluded her, maybe this ooman servant of hers could enlighten her, at the very least it would be fun to act out a fantasy she had for a great long while since reading the history of her people, to be a great huntress who fought a strong prey and rather than kill him took him as her servant, as her slave, as her personal attendant.

"So, you do not fear death, ooman?" she asked, interested still in his response as she watched him work on the delicate electronics with such incredibly fine dexterity that she couldn't help but be impressed with it.

Spike sighed heavily, which irked her slightly, she didn't like the way her questioning him seemed bothersome to him, she was just about to remind him yet again of his place when he answered her.

"It's not that I don't fear death exactly, of course I do, I like living and being alive, in fact, it's my favorite thing and I want to continue to do it as long as possible, its the fear of death that drives my will to survive and to fight on, but I think that, under certain circumstances, it would be preferable to be dead, don't get me wrong, I don't want to suffer, if I can get away with a quick and painless death I'll pick that every time, I mean, you'd have to be an utter sadist or machocist to want to die in screaming agony, but, again, it's part of my world too, I'm a Spirit, and it's something I'm damn proud of, I achieved something so very very few ever get to, and its a source of pride for me, but it puts me in the face of death pretty much every other day, plus, if it means saving the lives of innocent people or of my brothers and sisters in arms then I'd gladly do it, die, I mean, but it's not something I seek, and its not something I can, hand on heart, say I'm not afraid of, I worry about what comes next and if it's going to hurt when I do go, certain things like the existence of those Dream Warriors who know there's an after life make things a little better, but I still worry," he said in such an ernest voice that she forgot her anger at his attitude, it had been a surprisingly honest and ernest opinion, delivered with surprising maturity for someone who was perceived to be immature because of the pranks he played on others.

"Hmmm, maybe, I think I see your point, ooman, I mean, most would wish for a quick, clean death rather than to suffer a slow painful death, but I believe the attitude towards death itself is a foolish one, it will find us all eventually, regardless of place, status, or time, when it is your time to be called it is your time, having the chance to know when that time will be is a gift few seldom get, but when the time comes all you can do is face it with dignity and honor begetting a warrior," she said.

Spike seemed to think about this and nodded in agreement, "I believe you're right there, mistress, I wouldn't want to die like a coward, screaming and bawling like a child, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to fight for my right to exist or to live, or even to live as I see fit, it is a right humanity has earned and fought long and hard for, and I'll be damned if I give it up," he said.

That last part caught her attention quite clearly and she tilted her head curiously, "So say for sake of argument ooman if this were the olden days and I had hunted you and defeated you in combat but rather than kill you and take you skull as my trophy instead taking your life as my trophy and keeping you at my side as my personal attendant what would you have done?" she asked curiously.

Spike looked thoughtful for a moment stopping his movements on the comms unit, "Hmmm, tried to escape, I guess, but if I couldn't do that I'd have found a way to kill myself without having to suffer too much, probably a fast acting poison or a high voltage shock, I'm good with electronics so I could easily rig up a device to deliver a high amp charge and kill me instantly," he said.

T'Kell looked both surprised and shocked at this response, she actually felt hurt and disappointed at his lack of enthusiasm at being given such a post of honor among her people, or at least what was in the past a post of honor as it was now illegal and punishable by death to take ooman or sentient slaves.

"So you would rather kill yourself than by my servant?" she asked, he looked at her, obviously sensing something amiss.

"I'd rather kill myself than be anyone's servant, please don't take that personally, T'Kell, you have to take into account the struggle of my people, and by that I don't mean just humans, more specifically I mean black skinned humans," he said, she cocked her head curiously, forgiving the point that he had not called her mistress, instead using her name like they were on equal terms.

"There is difference?" she asked, and he shook his head.

"No, and that's the point, but, in the olden days, as you say, black skinned humans were seen by white skinned humans as little more than cattle, beasts of burden for anyone of white lineage to do whatever they please with, regardless of our wishes, we were tortured, beaten, humiliated, raped, lynched, all for the great crime of being black and trying to live a life, so, as you can imagine, it burned into us a great sense of injustice, of a yearning to be free and to live free by our rules, not by anyone else's, so, to us that have known slavery and servitude, it is an intolerable thought to have it forced on us again, we'd rather die free than live chained, it's a dignity thing, so, please, don't take it personal and, for what it's worth, I won't let you down as a servant here, my service is a punishment for me going to far with a prank, and it's not the first time I've had to pay penance for it, I once had to scrub the gym clean for a month after Inferno did her training simply because I dyed her dreads neon pink while she was asleep, she never could figure out how I kept getting past her security and into her room, she forgets that I'm the one who programmed the security systems in the first place so I have all the master bypass codes for everything, so breaking into her room is a snap, though, not waking her up is the hard part, but I've got that down to a tee now," he said with a childish grin.

"If you died my dreads pink I would skin you alive and wear your skin as a loin cloth, in fact, I am surprised my sister lets you get away with it" T"Kell said in a matter of fact voice.

"Well, in essence she doesn't exactly let me get away with it as you say, she always hunts me down afterwards and punishes me in some way or another, like making me clean the gym after she's trained in it, and boy, that girl can sweat up a storm, let me tell you, and getting the blood out of the mats after her and Reaper have been practicing martial arts is a nightmare, Yautja blood does not wash out!" Spike said in an irate voice, and T'Kell looked surprised.

"He beats her at hand to hand combat?" she asked, Spike nodded.

"Not all the time, understand, the pair are pretty evenly matched and they only go as far as they do because they utterly trust one another, Inferno has her Halkrath training and her Spirit training, not to mention her size and strength going for her, but Reaper is a lot faster and with his cybernetic enhancements he has an edge on her, granted, he never uses that arm of his on her at more than ten percent power, but it makes them pretty evenly matched, especially when you take into account her hunting instincts and his combat processors as well as his massive amounts of experience in the field, the pair always wind up knocking lumps out of each other," he said with a note of pride in his voice for his two comrades.

T'Kell felt actually kinda insulted that an ooman could beat one of her kind in hand to hand combat, and it made her interested in what this training of their's involved, but she knew that he'd never give it up, Spirits were sworn to secrecy when it came to their methods, so he wouldn't tell her, but she couldn't help but wonder how.

"Though, to be fair, Reaper has that arm of his and it's a major advantage, I mean, he can punch through two feet of thick titanium with the damn thing, plus its got all kinds of cool features, I should know, I fitted and designed most of em," he said proudly.

As they had been talking he had returned to work and was once again gliding his dextrous hands around in the comms unit, "I have never lost a hand to hand match against any species, ooman, Scalathor, Felenis, Synthetic, or even my own," she said proudly, and Spike looked her up and down pausing only briefly from his work.

"Yeah, you do look pretty damn strong, I got to admit, saying that about a Yautja is really saying something as you all look strong, plus, I'd say by your scars you're definitely a veteran of more than a few battles or hunts, and they really set off your look, makes you kinda refined, ya know, I've met more than my fair share of Halkrath, and most of em are missing body parts of some kind, makes em look more scary than anything, but with you it makes you look seasoned, the way I'd expect a proper Yautja veteran to look like, you opted to replace what you lost, obviously to ensure you kept your combat edge, and that's smart, means you value effectiveness over vanity, that's smart, like that cybernetic eye of yours, I bet it replaces some of the work of your hunting mask when your not wearing it, making you even more effective," he said, that, for some reason, made her swell with pride, that even this little ooman could recognise her prowess as a warrior and a huntress at a mere glance, it showed that he was rather observant, a skill found in all great hunters and warriors, so maybe there was something to this ooman after all, plus, his words did him credit and honor so maybe she'd forgive that slip of him not calling her mistress earlier.

"Exactly right, ooman, while I wear my scars with pride, as any true Yautja should, I will not handicap myself in battle as I will not lose or put myself in a situation where I am disadvantaged because of vanity or pride," she said, and Spike nodded knowingly.

"That's smart, you know, mistress, I bet I could tune that eye of yours up, make it indistinguishable from your real one, not to mention give it smart targeting and a few other things, just like Reaper's, its not exactly Spirit tech, given that I designed it, but it should give you a serious upgrade, plus, it'll only take me about five minutes as I always carry my repair kit for working on the teams gear, and I happen to have two spare multi spectrum lenses here too, with your permission, of course," he said, and T'Kell was utterly surprised by his generous offer and, totally out of character, she found herself just nodding her consent.

Spike gave her a warm smile that was so utterly fetching for some reason, "Cool, alrighty, let me just finish up here and I'll get you all tuned up, so you just go ahead and pop the thing out and set it down here," he said, tapping the make shift work bench made out of the AC cooling unit he was working on.

T'Kell hesitated for a moment, not having her eye in would make her vulnerable, but something told her that she could trust the seemingly weak ooman, she reached up and, with practiced skill, popped the eye from it's cranial connector and placed it down, sending half of her vision black, "Alrighty, comms unit is up and as good as new, I'll give it to Reaper as soon as I can, now, let's see what we got here, hmmmm, a model six, huh? kinda old, if you ask me, would have thought a huntress of your distinction would have gone with a far newer model, but, ok, I can work with it, now, lets see..." he said, mostly to himself rather than her, it seemed, she felt a little insulted by him calling her eye old, though, which she made known by clicking her mandibles angrily at him, he noticed, as she knew he would, but said nothing.

Spike opened his portable anti grav clamp system, which lifted the eye up and rotated it, with a couple of clicks of his laser probe, the eye opened and revealed it's inner workings, "Hmmm, some modification here, uggghhh, butchers! How can you even see through this! God, I hate it when amateurs try to piss about with things this sensitive, alright, let's get this crap outta there, ok, new lens matrix, new processor core, new cerebral uplink, new filter system, better tune it for Yautja, not human, ok, combat processor and smart targeting system with threat assessment and concealed weapons detector, and finally, the colour, hmmmmm, that's odd, never seen a Yautja with silver eyes before, but not going be to tell her, it's pretty as hell, shit, just said that out loud, ummmm, yeah, ok, just set this into place and there! All done," he exclaimed, taking exactly five minutes, just as he said he would, and he handed her a completely new looking eye that matched her organic one perfectly.

T'Kell could not help but be impressed by the ooman's craftsmanship and skill, it had taken him a grand total of five minutes, but the product that he had returned to her was far far superior to the one she had handed to him, the picture this new eye gave off was vastly superior to even that of her real eye, it suddenly became all to clear to her why the Spirit's truly valued him and tolerated him, the Halkrath had no one with this level of technical skill, they had many skilled technicians, but no one like him, and he was her servant for the time being, her pride suddenly swelled, maybe having this skinny ooman as her servant might just turn out for the better, he certainly was a lot more interesting than an hour ago.

"Are you finished with your repairs, ooman?" she asked, impatience filling her voice, he nodded, packing up his kit and picking up the newly repaired comms unit.

"All done, now we can go," he said, and he went to take a step before she swatted him across the back of the head, and he winced, stumbling forwards and then turning towards her, holding his head and looking hurt.

"Owwww! What was that for!?" he exclaimed, rubbing his head, though she had not struck him hard, it was more of a playful tap than an actual strike, oomans were so pauking fragile.

"You forget yourself when addressing me yet again, my ooman attendant, I have been lenient so far with your forgetfulness, but now, for every time you forget I shall strike you so that you will be less likely to forget in the future," she said, he rubbed his head angrily and she had to admit that his stubbornness and his ire were actually rather endearing in their own way, it showed that, while he may come across as a submissive weakling, there was a fire in his soul and his heart, hmmmm, what would it look like if it were to be unleashed? What would it take to unleash that part of him? These were questions that floated into her mind and took root like seeds that needed to bloom.

"I thought you said you wouldn't strike me...mistress," he said, sounding upset about it, and she could see that he was pushing the anger back down under a layer of...fear maybe? Did he fear her? No, it wasn't exactly fear, though fear was certainly a part of it, though what it was was mystery to her, she needed to answer that question as well.

"I said I would not harm you, my sister said that if you were beligerant that I could...discipline you, as long as I did not take it too far and wind up causing you physical harm," she said with a smile that made him visibly shiver.

"I'd say getting a smack across the head is pretty harmful, mistress," he whined in a soft voice that actually made her laugh, as it surprised her in an endearing quality and pleasant sounding nature.

"There is difference between hurt and harm ooman, harm lasts a long time and leaves permanent marks or scars, hurt simply causes physical pain or discomfort temporarily, I cannot cut your flesh, I cannot break your bones, I cannot do any thing that will last you a life time or years, but I can discipline you by striking you, but, ooman, if you are obedient and listen to my orders and to my instructions and obey them then I will not have to displine you, then you will find me to be a much more...pleasant mistress," she said with a smile that she actually tried to put some warmth into, but, to be fair, she wasn't used to trying to get people to like her so she wasn't sure if it worked or not.

But she, for some reason, found herself wanting this ooman to feel at the very least comfortable around her, preferably he would like her as his mistress and obey her willingly, that would be much more ideal and pleasant for both of them, that or she'd push him over the edge and she'd see the real ooman hiding under the facade, but she did worry that the results could be rather unpleasant, but somehow the thought of breaking him both appealed to her and repelled her all at once, it was an interesting conundrum to be sure.

Now that they were packed up, the pair headed back down stairs to the main room where they found no one, it seemed like everyone had headed off to do their own thing elsewhere with this free day before they went out into the breach again.

Spike put down Reaper's comm unit on the table for him to pick up later, as he would obviously be busy with Macha and Inferno, and there was no way in a million years he was stupid enough to interrupt their private time, only a fool gets between a Yautja female and her prey but a Xeno queen as well, yeah, suicide didn't quite cover that, though he was quite sure that doing so did qualify for a Darwin award.

"Ooman, what did my sister mean when she said that you are very good at foot rubs and massages?" T'Kell asked, and he balked, he was hoping that she hadn't heard that, it was something that embaressed the hell out of him but had saved his arse from Inferno's ire more than once.

It had all stemmed from the injuries he kept getting when practicing his martial arts and self defence training, so Picasso had taught him how to massage muscles to undo a lot of damage without the need for medication, then, one time he'd pissed Inferno off by slipping a whoopee cushion onto her seat in the meeting room and, despite the laughs he'd got for that one, her ire had followed him through the ship to the locker in which he'd tried to hide, as penance, he'd offered to massage her feet after her next run on the treadmill, as he knew that it always left her sore, she'd been surprised by the offer but had accepted it as she knew her feet would be sweaty and it would be horrible, but he'd obviously impressed her with his technique because it had become a payment type that he could expect as the norm.

"Ummm, yeah, mistress, she was talking about the fact that I know a few different massage techniques, Picasso taught me in order to undo damage done during exercise or martial arts, also said that it would help me out with girls but, yeah, fat lot of good it did there," he said, feeling a note of bitterness creeping into his voice, she cocked her head as she was clearly thinking this over.

"it is pleasurable?" she asked, and he nodded.

"Yeah, I guess, never really had it done for me by anyone to be fair, Picasso showed me how to do it and what I remember was it did feel pretty good, but I've done it for others far more times than I've done it for myself," he said, she clicked her mandibles thoughtfully.

"So it repairs damage, relives tension and feels pleasurable?" she asked, and he nodded.

"Well, yeah, that the general idea, mistress," he said, heart sinking as he had a funny idea where this was going.

"Very well, then this is something I will experience as well, I have been on my feet for way too long, and, if these ooman foot rubs are as good as you say, then it is only right that, as my attendant, you perform one for me too," she said, and his heart sank, it wasn't that he didn't like the idea of doing this for her, in his opinion she was a rather beautiful and truly incredible Yautja woman, he just didn't like the thought in having no say in it, the idea of being forced to do this kind of thing didn't sit well with him, at least with Inferno he was doing it as penance, this felt like giving away his talent for free for someone who hadn't earned it really, but he supposed he did steal her first human kiss, which was kinda a big deal to people, he didn't know her sexual history, and truly, he didn't want to know it, that was her history and her private business, but, from her words, she had never had any kind of leasion or relationship with one of his kind, but then, to be fair, it had been his first ever kiss, with anyone, ever.

T'Kell walked over, placed a hand on his shoulder, and was actually surprised by how big her hand looked and felt on the slender ooman's shoulder, even in his armor, which was obviously designed for both flexibility and strength, she also had noticed that each of the Spirits wore slightly different armor variants based on their particular styles, for instance, the one they called Tank actually looked like one with the heavy plate style, whereas his mate, Moodstone, wore a type that was much tighter and was designed around flexibility, she had to admit it did make his form look rather nice, even though he was skinny and rather small he was not an ugly male, and his dark rich ebony skin looked rather smooth and fetching, ooman skin had always fascinated her as it looked unbearably soft, she wondered how it offered them any protection at all.

Using his shoulder, she pushed him ahead of her, amazed at how light he felt as she guided him towards one of the empty rooms that the Spirits had in this temporary HQ they had secured for use, opening the door with one hand, she guided the visibly nervous ooman inside before closing the door behind her.

The room was fairly large and in the centre it had a large double bed that was obviously built for all species because it was easily big enough for her, looking about fifteen feet long, the young ooman stood in the middle of the room looking around at the plush and expensive looking furnishings, "Wish I could afford to stay in a room like this in my down time," he said quietly as looked at a very expensive looking lamp.

"Do you not have your own place to stay, ooman?" she asked curiously, and he turned to look at her and nodded.

"Oh, yes, mistress, I do, unlike the rest of the Spirits I prefer to keep on the move, so I live on my ship when I'm on down time, guess I'm just a space baby at heart," he said softly.

"You own your own ship? Then why does it matter to you if you can't stay at a place like this?" she asked curiously.

"Oh, it would just be nice is all, we all need a change now and then," he said, and she shrugged, honestly, she was impressed that he owned his own ship, it was expensive to own and operate your own ship, so obviously he did earn enough, though he was also being modest, she had never got what it was with oomans and modesty, they always seemed apprehensive about recognizing their strengths, like it was some kind of flaw, one she had never understood.

She walked over to the large bed and sat down on it, reveling in how soft it was, it bounced a bit under her weight and she had to fight an urge to bounce on it like an undicplined youngling, it made her smile, and she looked up to find the ooman looking at her with a curious smile on his pleasant face, "What?" she asked, and he shook his head.

"Nothing, mistress," he said softly, but she sensed something like he was laughing at her and she wanted to get to the bottom of his mirth.

"No, tell me, it is not nothing or you would not smile like that, so, what make you smile?" she asked, letting a bit of menace creep into her voice, but his answer genuinely surprised her and took all of her anger away.

"I just, errr, hadn't seen you properly smile before, I, errr, just thought it was kind of nice as you have a, ummm, pretty smile," he said, looking incredibly embarassed as he said it and, in an instant, her anger vanished like smoke in a breeze and now she was left feeling slightly foolish, he hadn't meant any offence or been laughing at her, he'd just been happy that she was happy and she'd basically scolded him for it, her honor would not allow for this mistake to go uncorrected, if he had been laughing at her she would have been swift to correct him so she had to hold herself to the same standard.

"I am sorry, ooman, my tone was unkind and you did nothing wrong, I apologise," she said, and he nodded.

"Ummm, thank you, mistress," he said, looking genuinely surprised that she apologized to him and she smiled again because he was quick to accept her apologies.

"So, now, you will show me this ooman foot rub thing, here, remove my boots for me," she said, and he nodded in agreement, looking a little sullen as he did, she couldn't help but wonder why, but she brushed it off, and she lifted a foot up for him to remove her armoured boot, realizing the position she was choosing, he got down on his knees at the end of the bed as she shimmied back on it to lift her legs up.

Spike sighed heavily as he got down on his knees a the end of the bed, as if this could feel any more embarassing, now he was on his knees before her on the bed, she really was taking this mistress thing to the max, she seemed to be rather reveling in having a human at her beck and call, but what could he do? Reaper had basically given her his service as a personal attendant and made it so he had to obey her, so if she wanted a foot rub it was his job to provide her one, but that didn't mean he had to like it, even if she was pretty, hell, it wasn't like he was opposed to giving a pretty girl a foot rub, far from it, in fact, it was exactly the opposite, if she was his girl and her guy, hell, he'd shower her in all the foot rubs and massages his arms could bloody well handle, in fact, his mind cast itself back to a particular fantasy that persisted in his head, a bloody soppy and probably stupid one to be sure, but it was his and he secretly loved it, it was of him sharing a bath with a pretty Yautja girl and she would let him soap and clean her dreads one by one, then he would slowly turn it into a shoulder massage that turned into them making love in the bath in the warm water.

But what he was opposed to was being forced to do this, hell, he hated being forced to do anything really, that's probably why Reaper had done this to teach him a lesson, as he removed her huge boots and revealed her large feet he couldn't help but be amazed by them, they were even bigger than Inferno's feet, and she had a serious pair of tootsies, instantly he saw bruising and discoloration of her feet, and he couldn't help but be a little concerned.

"Ummm, mistress, are you sure you're ok here, you must have been on your feet for quite some time to do this amount of damage," he asked, and she scowled at him.

"Are you calling me weak, ooman?" she asked, and he felt confused till he remembered how Yautja could be if they felt you were insulting their honor.

He shook his head, "Not at all, mistress, it's just I'm seeing some damage here, and it looks pretty painful, I'm just amazed that you were able to still stand up is all, I'm not trying to insult you, I'm just worried is all," he said, and her expression changed to one of both confusion and surprise.

"It was not like I had choice, I have been on my feet for quite some time since we were dropped in," she said, obviously confused by his concern.

Spike nodded and then he lifted her left foot up, inspecting her sole and seeing bruising on the cream coloured underside, "Ok, mistress, this first part is going to hurt because of the damage, but it shouldn't last too long for me to get the blood back into it, it's going to feel like pins and needles in your foot but it should pass and then it will feel like it's getting really hot, that's when the blood is going to surge back in and that's when it should feel better," he said, doing his best to explain it to her so she didn't swat him over the head for hurting her.

T'Kell was genuinely surprised at his care for her, she wondered if maybe he was getting into the role of being her servant, maybe, she gestured for him to continue, a little pain was not going to stop her from experiencing this, the ooman lifted her foot and she was surprised at just how gentle his touch was, but, by Paya, did it hurt! The ooman had not been kidding one bit when he'd said that it would hurt at first, he began by using his thumbs to rub the centre of her sole and, just as he had said, it sent an explosion of pins right up the centre of her foot like she'd just stamped on a bed of nails.

T'Kell flared her mandibles in pain and hissed, she saw the ooman glance up at her, but his eyes were not smug at all, they were concerned, she actually felt both confused and touched that he genuninly seemed to care about her well being like this, it was a nice trait and genuinely lifted him in her approximation of him, he was a confusing male to be sure, definitely like any Yautja male she had encountered, he was proud in some ways, but not in others, a Yautja male would never in a million years do something like this for his female, though, to be fair, she doubted any female would do this for her male either, but oomans were a strange race in so many ways.

A flush of heat flashed through her foot, just as he said it would, and instantly began to spread outwards through her toes and muscles, almost immediately it began to feel incredibly pleasant, that's when the pleasure came, it hit her like a slap and it took her breath away, it felt utterly and truly incredible, it sent a warm and wonderful sensation scurrying up her leg, making the muscles pulse as the hot blood tried to fight its way down the constricted blood vessels in her leg to get to her foot and, to her surprise, she growled in pleasure, instantly making her feel embarassed that she had done that in front of her ooman.

But, instead of a self satisfied smirk, the ooman looked up, his eyes showing concern again,"I didn't hurt you did I, mistress?" he asked as he stopped, a sudden flash of panic lit her soul that he would stop and go no further.

"No! It did not hurt! Do not stop ooman!" she exclaimed too quickly and too harshly for her own liking and, judging by the look on his face, it obviously rattled him as well, actually making her feel bad, he lowered his head and continued working on her foot, but now she could see the begrudging look on his face, he had merely been showing concern and she had bitten his head off once again, it was too easy to forget that oomans were sensitive creatures in many ways, and it appeared that this ooman male was more sensitive than most.

"I am sorry, ooman, I did not mean my tone to be harsh," she said, trying to make her tone soft, and he nodded without lifting his eyes, instead choosing to carry on with his work.

"It's ok, mistress," he said quietly, but something in his voice said that it wasn't, but, as far as she was concerned, he had accepted her apology, and that was an end to it.

He worked for twenty minutes solid on one foot and by the time he was finished, her foot felt like it was made of velvet, her toes moved and wiggled freely, in fact, she could not even think when her foot had ever felt this good, suddenly she saw why it was that her sister had suggested to her to have him do this, did she have this on demand with her own ooman? If so, she couldn't help but think how lucky she was, it appeared that there was something to these oomans after all, maybe this was why here brothers and sisters hunted them in droves now, was this the secret to ooman love?

As he moved on to her other foot, T'Kell suddenly noticed a rather surprising feeling that was creeping through her body like a robber in the night, as the pleasure intensified in her body it brought with it a sneaking feeling of arousal, it had been a very long time since she had been aroused by the actions of a male, and never ever by the actions of a male of another species, but here it was, creeping into the pit of her belly, she looked up at him as he worked and studied his face now, she couldn't deny that he was particularly pleasing to look at as his features were soft and gentle, she particularly liked his ebony skin and how soft it looked, she wondered if it felt as soft as it looked and if he would let her touch him, but then she wondered if she really needed his permission, given that she was acting as his mistress since his senior NCO had gifted her his service? Surely that meant that she could do as she pleased with him, right?

As he finished with her feet she found herself not wishing this to stop, she didn't wish it to end right now as she was enjoying his touch, this ooman had such wonderfully dextrous hands, and she was eager for him to continue with this, "Alright, all done, mistress," he said, letting go of her feet and leaving them dangling over the edge of the bed.

"Very good, ooman, you have done well, now tell me, are feet the only body part you can do or can the same methods be applied to others as well?" she asked eagerly, she saw him look both surprised and curious for a moment.

"Ummm, no, feet aren't the only thing, it can be applied pretty much anywhere, though I've only ever used them on shoulders myself and on my own legs," he said thoughtfully.

"Then that is what you will do for me too! I want you to do both of my shoulder and my legs!" she said in a demanding voice, he looked surprised, but nodded.

"Umm, ok, where would you like me to start and do we have any oils?" he asked.

"Oils?" she asked, confused.

"It's a lot easier with oil to soften the skin and to reduce friction," he said softly, then he got up and went to the bathroom before returning with what appeared to be a small oil pot, "Found some, I figured a place like this would have something lying around for convenience of their customers," he said, opening the small red glass pot that smelt faintly of flowers, it most definitely was not something that she would choose to smell like, but if it meant that this could continue, then she would accept it.

"Ummm, where would you like me to start?" he asked, looking her up and down, her heart suddenly began to hammer in anticipation, "My shoulders first," she said, then pointed to her chest plating, "Help me remove this and when you are done remove your own armor" she said, which made him freeze up.

"M-M-My a-a-a-armor? Ummm, why am I removing my armor, mistress?" he stammered in a surprisingly cute and very timid voice, full of both surprise and shock.

"Well, if I am to be sat around in my underwear then it is only fair that you are too, it is not right for your to be fully dressed, why should you get to gaze upon my body but not I yours? Or are you afraid to show me your body, ooman, afraid that that you will not measure up to a Yautja male?" she said teasingly.

Spike grimaced and looked her right in the eyes, he knew he was being baited and didn't like it, she was the one who had asked him for a massage, not the other way around, and he didn't see why he should get undressed too, he really didn't feel like she had earned the right to see his body, though, to be fair, he didn't feel he had earned the right to see hers either, but if he was going to give her a massage like she was asking of him then really he had no choice, but did that give her the right to demand that he take his gear off too? Shit, this was all so bloody confusing, he was beginning to lose focus on what was right or wrong, it was like it was beginning to blur into something different, suddenly he was beginning to realise why people described things in shades of grey, but he still felt like some things should always be black and white.

T'Kell got off the bed and stood up to allow him to remove her armor and, try as he might, he couldn't stop his hands from trembling, this was his first time undressing a girl, and it was not at all how he expected it would be, he slowly undid the clasps and removed her outer plates, to his surprise, unlike Inferno, she didn't wear a under suit under it, just a bra holding up her very ample chest which he couldn't help himself from looking at.

"Are you staring at my breasts, ooman?" she asked in a flat and almost angry sounding voice that sent pluses of fear through him, shit, he'd been caught out.

"I'm trying not to, mistress," he said, his voice panicked, she looked down at her ample chest, which he noticed had even more scars on it, in fact, she seemed to have quite a collection, almost as many as Reaper, and he was fucking covered in the things.

"Why? Is there something wrong with my chest?" she asked, looking down, and Spike realized that he'd been suckered into a no answer question, whatever he said he was sunk, so if that was the game they were going to play it would probably be best to answer honestly, if he was going to get swatted at least it wouldn't be for being dishonest.

"No, it's not that at all, in fact, the opposite, you are most lovely in that department, but I feel like I haven't exactly earned the right to look at you like that," he said, realizing how bloody foolish that sounded even as the words came out of his mouth, a fact that seemed to be backed up by the way she was looking at him right now.

"You oomans are a strange bunch, I believed it would be obvious that I gave you my permission the moment I told you to remove my armor, but not to stare, look, yes, but I am your mistress, and you will respect that," she said, and he nodded grateful not to be struck about the head.

"Yes, mistress," he said, and she nodded approvingly.

"Good, now, remove my skirt and my thigh armor," she said, and Spike's heart froze, he was seriously going to be in a room with a deadly and truly beautiful Yautja girl in just her underwear!? Oh boy, he was going to have a seriously hard time with this.

T'Kell noticed his trembling hands as he removed both her skirt and her thigh armor, they were shaking so badly that he actually made the plates on her thigh armor rattle, his nerves and his obvious fear were actually rather endearing rather than annoying, as she thought they would be, though she didn't know if it was her that was making him nervous or rather the situation he was in.

Once her armor was on the floor next to the bed she turned to him, "It is your turn now, my ooman, and I will take your amor off you," she growled at him softly, he shook his head and her mandibles flared.

"You can't, mistress" he said in a soft sounding voice that actually sounded apologetic.

"And why not? Are you disobeying me?" she asked menacingly, looking at him and he held up his hands like he was surrendering.

"N-No not at all it's just no one but a Spirit can remove another Spirit's armor, it's coded and key locked to prevent it from being taken from us if we're rendered unconscious," he said, and her temper cooled, that she had not known, Spirits took their security very seriously.

"Hmmmm, very well, then you will take it off, and I will watch you," she said, purring at the idea of him stripping for her, in fact, she liked this idea better than her original one, he looked embarassed and surprisingly rather ashamed, which surprised her slightly as she wondered why he would be ashamed, but he nodded and began to take it off slowly.

Spike couldn't help but feel the shame of being made to undress like this, it made him feel supremely vulnerable and exposed, he didn't like it one bit, not one bit, he'd always dreamed of being naked and at the mercy of a supremely powerful and strong Yautja girl but now that he was experiencing the reality here it wasn't living up to the fantasy one bit, but what else could he do but obey?

He slowly unclipped the clasps for his armor and removed it all, stripping to his jet black under suit, like all of them, he wore nothing under this thermal lined full body suit, he could feel her eyes on him the entire time and he could feel the heat coming from his cheeks the entire time, "What is this ooman? Why you wear second suit under your first one?" she asked curiously.

"It's a thermal suit to keep us warm in the cold and cool in the heat," he said, trying to explain, suddenly, he noticed her looking down and when he glanced down as well his shame grew worse as he realized his body had betrayed him and the bulge in the front of his suit gave away the fact that, while he was in this thoroughly uncomfortable situation, he had actually liked what he saw in the form of her scantily clad body, which in his mind opened up a whole new can of questions, like was it fair on her that he was able to look at her when she wasn't at him? So did he have any right to feel both embaressed and ashamed of what she could see?

"Take it off, ooman, I wish to see what is underneath," she said, sounding a little breathless and eager, did she actually like what she saw in him? He knew he liked what he saw in her, but he didn't like this whole power dynamic thing at all, he always thought that when a woman saw him naked for the first time it would be something he chose to do and wasn't forced into, that they would be equals, no more or less.

"B-B-But I'm naked under it!" he exclaimed, his heart leaping into his chest, he couldn't deny that he was at least one part excited, but the remaining parts were fear and shame, not to mention embarassment.

"Are you defying me?" she asked bluntly, and he looked at her in the eyes seeing a confusing mixture of anger, and was that hunger?

"I didn't say that mistress, I'm just saying that under this I'm naked," he said, sounding ashamed.

"What is the problem, ooman? Are you that ashamed of your own body that you believe it would pain me to see it?" she asked, and that question confused him.

"No, it's not that..." he said, but before he could finish she cut him off.

"Then there is no problem, take it off and let me see you!" she demanded, stepping forwards and looming over him, cutting an incredibly powerful and intimidating figure that made him shrink back in fear under her sheer presence, he knew that Yautja girls could be intimidating, hell, he lived with Inferno, but she had never been like this with him, this was utterly different to what he was used to, with her, while she was scary as hell, he never feared that she would actually hurt him, with this girl, he had no idea what she was truly capable of, and right now he began to experience very real and very genuine fear.

Backing up a couple of steps he slowly reached up to his neck and began to unzip the suit, pulling it down his body like a giant black banana skin, peeling himself out of it till it was laid on the floor like a giant black puddle, leaving him standing naked, afraid and ashamed in the middle of the room, feeling the weight of her gaze utterly upon him.

T'Kell felt utterly invigorated as her ooman stripped the skin tight black suit off, revealing underneath it that his skin was just as black as the suit itself, he was utterly ravishing! She couldn't believe how utterly beautiful he truly was under that suit!

Suddenly the ooman hunts made utter sense to her, they were beautiful, truly and utterly beautiful, she had no idea that oomans were like this, she had always wondered, but seeing one up close like this left her utterly breathless, his smooth ebony skin and his clearly defined muscles were utterly exquisite, granted, he was nowhere near as big as a Yautja male, well, in all but one place anyway, because, as her eyes roamed down his beautiful and utterly toned body, she spied his manhood hiding very poorly behind his hands and, in one swift move, she stepped forwards and snatched his hands away, revealing him fully to her and making him yelp in surprise as he was grabbed.

His manhood was about seven inches long and an inch and a half thick, and the shape was utterly magnificent, it had a flared and wide tip that looked like it would stretch any flesh it touched and would feel utterly amazing, even as she looked she began to run through truly devilish thoughts in her mind, surely as her servant it would be her right to sample him, right?

Spike's heart was utterly bouncing in his chest, it felt like it was trying to bust right through his ribs like a Xeno chest burster, he was trying his hardest to try and hide his pure fear from her because he didn't want her to think any less of him than she blatantly already did, "Mmmmm, not bad at all, ooman, I must say, I find myself impressed, I had no idea oomans could actually be so well proportioned, not to mention astheticaly pleasing," she said with a deep throaty growl in her voice, he found himself surprised by this, did she actually find him attractive? Jesus, he was so confused, some part of him like that but then another part of him utterly hated this, ahhh, his mind felt like it was going to break clean into bits, he just didn't understand this mixture of feelings that were burning through him, he liked T'Kell aesthetically, she was a truly breath taking woman, beautiful, powerful, intimidating, strong, everything you could ever wish from a Yautja woman, but, at the same time she was scary as hell and utterly forceful, and he didn't like that one bit, he didn't want to feel so bloody afraid of her, so bloody scared out of his mind, surely it was his right who he got to show his naked flesh to, right? Surely it was his right to have some dignity in himself and not to be made to feel afraid and intimidated into doing things he wasn't utterly comfortable with?

"Come, my ooman, it is time for you to do this massage thing you have promised," she said, and he wondered at what point did he promise her anything, but he turned and allowed her to push him towards the bed before climbing onto it as she followed him, "Now, how should I be my ooman?" she asked, looking at him expectantly.

"Ummm, either one of two ways works for both, mistress, so it's what makes you comfortable, for the shoulders and back either laid down or sat with your back to me, for the legs again either laid down on your back or sat on the edge of the bed, its up to you," he said.

She looked thoughtful and then nodded before turning her back to him and sat facing away from him, "Begin," she said in a very commanding voice, so he did, he coated his hands in the flowery smelling oil and, moving up behind her, he began to work his fingers into her hard, steel like shoulder muscles, it was like trying to massage iron ingots under her rough skin, this was his very first time properly touching Yaujta skin as he figured her feet kinda didn't count, T'Kell began to growl, and he couldn't tell if it was a pleasure base growl or an anger based one as they were very simular but as she didn't strike him he guessed it was a pleasure based one, "Yes, ooman, this is good! I like this! Do not stop this!" she growled, further backing that up, he had to admit he really like making her feel good like this, and he rather liked the way her skin felt, he also liked the unusual smell the was coming off her as well.

T'Kell had never felt anything like this in her life, it was utter pleasure in its purest form, the way the beautiful ooman's hands worked and pushed the blood into her muscles making them throb and pulse, it was wonderful beyond words, it also made time seem to speed up to the point where she seemed to blink and miss it, it felt like one moment he was beginning the next he was patting her shoulder tops with his nimble wonderful hands.

"There we go, your shoulders are all done, mistress," he said, moving around her to the side, anger surged through her, she didn't want this to end, she didn't want him to stop, but, as she moved her arms, she realized that he was indeed right, her arms felt as light as the air itself.

"You shall do my legs now, yes?" she asked, and he nodded, she moved to the edge of the bed and lowered them to the ground, seeing this he moved off the bed and moved around so that he was between her legs on his knees between them, "Begin, ooman," she said commandingly.

Spike was utterly rapt by how strong her legs were, he could literally feel the sheer power she had in them and, given he'd seen with his own eyes how far Inferno could jump, he knew there was more than enough power in these thighs to crush him flat, so, being between these amazing long legs was both scary and exciting, he couldn't help take a glance up at her crotch, which was positioned directly in front of him, and the fact that her thong like underwear did very little to cover up her modesty he couldn't help but feel a rush of blood to certain parts of him.

If she though his touch on her feet and her shoulders was incredible then the feeling on her legs was utterly divine, the way that his nimble fingers worked their way up each of her calves in turn, making them pulse and burn with pleasure as he worked the blood back into them was heavenly, when he finished with her calves he moved up onto her thighs and she couldn't help it, the sight of him on his knees between her legs like this began to set off feelings she never imagined in a life time that she would feel for an ooman, it was utterly turning her on, and her arousal began to burn in her belly like liquid fire, with every move of his hands it grew brighter and brighter and brighter till she could barely stand it, suddenly, the words that Tank had whispered into her ear down stairs swam into her mind as like a surge of power in her heart she looked down at the position the ooman was in as he worked and she realized that he was every so often glancing up at her womanhood and a smile broke out across her mandibles.

"There we go, mistress, finished, how do they feel?" Spike said, resting back on his heels between her legs, she flexed and stretched out first her left and then her right and nodded approvingly.

"Exceptional, ooman, you have done very well, I am most impressed with you, but you have left me with a great want and need, so now, we shall move onto the next thing you shall do for me," she said with a deep growly purr in her voice, and he looked up at her, she moved her hips forwards so she was sat right on the edge of the bed and spread her legs a bit wider, he glanced down, "This is what you shall massage for me next," she said, reaching down and pulling her underwear to one side to reveal her sopping wet mating hole to him, and his eyes went as wide as dinner plates.

Spike's heart both jumped for joy and sank like a stone all at once, he was utterly stoked that he got to see something so utterly beautiful but then reviled that he was being pushed into it, he suddenly realized that, no, his instincts were right, this was going too far now, he had to put an end to this, "Your comrade, Tank, told me that you oomans lick the mating holes of your females to pleasure them, and I believe that, if it is good enough for oomans, then it is good enough for me, so you shall please me in this way now and I expect you to do a good job or I shall not be pleased, do not disappoint me now, ooman, I do not wish to have to punish you after you have done such a good job so far, so get your head in there and I expect to feel your tongue as deep as it will go into my mating hole! Now begin!" she snarled, and Spike's heart leapt in fear.

"But, mistress, I don't..." he began, but before he could finish the sentence she grabbed the back of his head, seizing his hair and pushing his face between her legs, slamming his mouth against her sopping wet inner lips, the utterly incredible smell of her arousal overwhelmed him and made his head go foggy.

"Enough talk ooman! Now is not time for talking! It is time for licking! If you do a good job your reward will be worthy of it!" she snarled, rubbing his mouth against her pussy so that his mouth was forced open, her grip on his hair was painful, as was the strength at which she was forcing his face into her pussy, he actually felt his jaw being forced open an his nose was crushed, Spike had never been so scared in his life, all his strength, all his power, just, gone, he was powerless, helpless against this incredible woman, under any other circumstance he would have been utterly stoked to have been given the chance to do this for her, in fact, he'd have fucking fallen over himself to get the chance, but not like this, not like this, this was wrong.

But, despite his heart breaking in his chest, Spike did as he was ordered to, he stuck out his tongue and began to lick the incredibly sweet and spicy tasting flesh of her pussy, the incredible bright pale green colour was amazing, so many emotions ran through his head and heart all at once, he was happy that he had made this incredible woman happy and so fired up that she had lost control of herself like this, that she found him so attractive that she was willing to go this far just to experience this from him, so why did he feel like his heart was breaking right down the middle, why did he feel like he was going to cry at any moment?

T'Kell had never felt anything like it, she had never imagined anything like it, it was sublime, it was a true gift from Paya herself, this ooman was a gift from the great goddess herself, she felt his hot, slimy, wide tongue working among the folds of her flesh, prying them apart and worming its way in between them, it burned pleasure into her very soul with everything it touched, that's when it found her clitoris and literally destroyed her mind, she pushed her hips forward, pushing her swollen clit into his mouth and holding his head clamped between her thighs and with her hand, he was taking her further and further down the rabbit hole, it was only after he stopped licking and began struggling that she realized that he couldn't breathe and she eased back the tension on his head, letting him pull back and take a huge gulp of air before pushing him back in, though this time leaving his nose exposed so he could breathe, she didn't want to hurt him, after all.

Tears were burning his eyes now, he was fighting his very soul trying to stop himself from breaking down, he felt like shit, he felt utterly worthless now, he'd very nearly suffocated, and it was only when he was on the verge of passing out did she let him take air, but even then she'd pushed him back in, though she had allowed him to keep his nose free so he could breathe now, but he couldn't pull away, no matter how much he wanted to, he wanted to stop, yes, this was something he wanted to do to her, and he'd have given it freely if she asked, but there was no asking here, this was forced, he was being forced.

The pleasure in T'Kell reached epic proportions and, as his tongue slid back up inside her again, it exploded and with a swift push on her hand she sealed his mouth against her hole, forcing him to swallow what felt like gallons of her nectar that pumped out of her.

There was nothing like this on this world, on any world, she suddenly realized what she'd been missing out on, what she'd been missing her whole life, she was making this ooman hers, no matter what it took, she was claiming this beautiful ooman male, even if he did live only a fraction as long as she did, she was keeping him, this ooman was going to be hers, she was going to claim him and make him the happiest ooman alive for the rest of his life, and it would start right pauking now, she was going to make this unclaimed ooman a man tonight, she was going to reward his good works with her body, she was going to mate him and make him beg for more, but, little did she know that right now the little ooman who had just run away with her heart had just had his broken.

Spike panted hard, trying to order his thoughts, his mind felt like mush, his emotions were all over the place and he was desperately trying to keep himself in order, his mouth was still coated with the gallons of feminine nectar that had just been pumped down his throat, he would be lying if he said he hated the taste, he didn't, he liked it, but then he hated the fact that he did like it, but he hated what had just happened, utterly hated it, he felt like a piece of meat, like he was worthless, like he didn't matter, like all he was worth was what he could give, tears were running down his cheeks, suddenly he was yanked up from between her legs and his face was jammed roughly between her open mandibles and, before he could even cry out in surprise, her tongue was in his mouth, swirling around and fighting with his for dominance of his mouth.

Suddenly he was spinning and he found himself laid flat on the bed and T'Kell was mounting him, his disordered mind suddenly grasped what was about to happen and it snapped, his fight or flight response triggered and he decided to fight, he reached up and tried to push her off, but she caught his wrists and slammed him back down as he tried to sit up, "Feisty ooman! I like it when you wrestle with me! I will win your body and your heart, ooman, just see if I don't! You will belong to me, ooman, to me and to me alone! Now I see why my sisters hunt your kind in droves! You are divine!" she growled in a deep voice full of want.

The damn broke in Spike and the tears began to pour out of him like a child, she was leaning down nipping at his shoulder painfully with her mandibles, "Please don't...please...stop...please don't, you're hurting me, please, it hurts, not like this, please, not like this, please," he said, literally begging, his voice barely a whisper as his shame broke in him, turning his soul inside out, he had never begged anyone for anything in his entire life, not once, but here he was, begging this beautiful Yautja woman to stop.

T'kell chuckled to herself as she heard the ooman's play begging, he was playing this role really well, she had to admit, she never would have imagined that he would get this far into it, but boy, did he know how to push the right buttons, playing the fight back card followed by the utterly helpless card, it triggered all the right primal responses in her, she had never been so aroused in her life, suddenly a voice whispered in her head like soft silk but, as soft as it was, it carried menace like nothing she had ever felt in her life, and, just by pure instinct alone, she knew that she was hearing the voice of Paya, the goddess of the hunt herself.

"Stop, my daughter! Do not force him! Do not defile that ooman, if you do, I swear this to you, there will be no forgiveness for you, I will seal the eternal hunt from you and you will walk forever alone in the emptiness of the void, if you force that kind, gentle ooman any further you will regret it, I will make sure of it," the voice said, both stroking her mind and booming through her senses like thunder in her head and with that, T'Kell froze and snapped out of her arousal by the sheer force of the divine voice, and that's when she heard him, that's when she truly heard him, his fear, his shame, his pure and raw grief, it was all there, this wasn't playing at all, he was actually begging her to stop, and she'd very nearly ignored his desperate pleas, and true fear like she had never experienced flooded her heart.

"Please...no...please...don't...not...like...this...please...I...don't...want...this," he sobbed pitifully, Spike felt so utterly ashamed, more ashamed than he had ever imagined in his life that it was possible for him to bare, he was sobbing like a child, pinned down and helpless, naked as the day he was born and afraid, scared out of his mind and doing something he never thought he'd ever do, he was begging for his virginity, something he had strived so hard to lose and now he was begging to be aloud to keep it, what the hell was happening to him?

This woman was everything he desired, everything he craved, she was a truly beautiful daughter of Paya, any other day he'd have been trying to think of a way to get her to notice him and not punch his head in, but right now he wished she would, then he wouldn't have to feel like this.

T'Kell lifted her head and looked down at the ooman under her, and that's when she saw it, a sight that she would never forget for as long as she lived, the ooman was sobbing his heart out, actual tears were pouring out of his eyes and he looked utterly terrified and pained, actual fear, raw and unchecked, gripped her heart in a cold vice like grip, like the grip of death itself, suddenly she realized she had made a monumental and colossal mistake here.

"S-S-Spike? Are you ok?" she asked, slowly and as softly as she could manage, slowly releasing his wrists and moving backwards, no sooner was she off him than he was up and like a shot out of a gun barrel he was across the room and hunkered down in the corner, pressing himself into the wood and wrapping his arms around his knees and his whole naked body, trying to cover and protect himself from her, what she saw ripped her heart in two, the pain in his eyes was horrific, he looked so confused and disgusted, his disgrace was real, she had defiled him, she had taken what was not offered freely and joyfully by force, she had taken the fantasy too far and, as a result, had hurt this beautiful, innocent ooman in such a powerful and disgusting way that a shame so raw and extreme gripped her heart and soul that it dropped her to her knees in the middle of the room, she felt like her heart had been torn out, taking her very soul with it, leaving behind only a chasm of pain, misery, guilt, and unending shame, she had become a mate defiler.

Before today she would have found the sight of a fully grown ooman male sobbing his heart out to be amusing, she probably would have laughed and yelled at him to go find a pair of balls then grow a set for himself, but not now, she had torn these emotions from him, she had caused this, her vile actions had done this to him, his sense of honor had made him obey, as had fear, earlier, she had wondered what would happen if she broke him, now she knew, and she utterly and completely hated herself for it, for she had broken and stained something so innocent and pure that it utterly stained her soul, breaking him was not what she had wanted at all, but she had realised, to little, to late, that what she actually wanted to give him was strength, confidence, and a power to call his own, but instead, she had done this to him, and it was truly pauking awful.

"Spike, I'm sorry, I'm so pauking sorry, please...please forgive me, I didn't mean to, I thought you were happy to do these things with me, I did not realise that you didn't want to, please believe me if I had known I would have stopped, b-b-but I thought you were enjoying it, I thought you were happy serving me, it's no excuse for what I have done to you, I have taken from you that which I cannot give back, and there is no forgiveness, but I beg for it all the same, I-I-I offer the only thing I have that is of equal value for the pain that I have caused, I offer my life as payment of my utter disgrace, I have shamed myself and I have shamed my clan, I do not deserve to live with this knowledge and joy that was not meant for me, so please, say the word, and I will take this blade and I will end my life here and now in disgrace and stand before Paya and accept her judgement, or...or you can do it yourself, I will not resist your judgement," she said, moving slowly across the room and holding out the blade to him.

Spike's head was a mess, he heard her in the fuddlement, he heard her words, and he heard the weight of the pain behind them, a part of him screamed out for it, for the vengeance he felt he was owed, for the reclaiming of his sullied honor after what she had done to him, but at the same time it was the pain of her voice that hit him like a slap, it hit him so hard that it forced him to lift his head and to dry his tear filled eyes so he could see her, and what he saw shocked him more than words can do justice, before him, on her knees, with her head touching the floor and her hand outstretched, T'Kell held out a wicked looking dagger to him, she wanted him to kill her for what she had done, she wanted him to end her life rather than live with the shame of living with the fact that she had defiled another sentient being, that she had forcibly taken away their choice and their right to say no and what was done with their flesh, but, even with what she'd done, he couldn't bring himself to do it, he couldn't bring himself to take the life of a being this beautiful away from the world, she had survived hell itself, only to be killed by her own hand or by his for a fucking stupid mistake in the heat of the moment, and that's what it was, he could see it clearly now, a mistake, a big one, yes, but a mistake all the same, if she had truly not cared about him or the way he felt, then she would not be on her knees right now offering him her death as payment for his honor, but she was.

Something inside Spike snapped, like a part of his brain that had been blocked off from him suddenly lit up, thoughts and feelings whirled from it and suddenly, things just felt so utterly clear.

"I don't want that, I don't want you to die, T'Kell," he sniffed, clearing away the tears and trying to speak clearly, she lifted her head and he saw something that he would never in his life forget, a huntress crying, and the weight of this hit him like a slap, he had never in his life ever imagined a Yautja crying but, in her bright silver eyes, he saw the pain and the self loathing, he saw clearly that she not only understood now what she had done, but hated herself for it and...he didn't want that, not at all.

"You took my service for me sullying your honor with a kiss, correct?" he said, pulling himself out of the corner and summoning every single ounce of strength he had for what he was about to suggest and to do, his legs shook like rubber bands, but he forced them to hold him.

She looked at him in confusion and nodded, "And you offer me your life as payment for the face that you sullied mine worse, correct?" he said, she sniffed and nodded, looking at the dagger in her hand.

"If you cannot do it yourself I will do it myself, if that is what you wish," she said.

"I accept your life as payment then, but I want this to be very very clear, I accept your LIFE, not your death," he said, and her head snapped up, a look of pure confusion in her eyes.

"I-I-I do not understand," she said, and he nodded.

"I can see that, and that is one of the many things that I will teach you on our journey together, T'Kell, you see, I'm claiming your life as my own, you said that I would belong to you and to no other, well, now I'm turning the tables, your life is my payment, and it comes with conditions, such as this, you are my equal, not my better, not my inferior, my equal, you will stand by my side, tall and proud, as I will stand by yours, I will fight for you, as I know you will fight for me, because this is the day you learn something about us oomans, we can forgive someone we love when they make a mistake," he said, and T'Kell's mandibles dropped open.

"L-L-L-Love!?" she exclaimed, and he nodded.

"That's right, you pauking heard me, love, you were about to claim me for the same fucking reason right? You got a taste of what we can do, and you realized that, while we're small and weak, we're far from pathetic, now, imagine this, T'Kell, that which you made me do, which you forced me to do, imagine I do it freely, of my own choice, of my own want to do it for you, to make you happy, because, here is the real kick, if you had simply asked me to, I would have done it, you didn't need to force me, I would have simply given it to you, do you understand now? Do you fucking see?" he said, and she looked even more shocked.

"You would have...given it to me?" she asked, and he nodded.

"Not like that, and I don't ever ever want it to be like that again, don't get me wrong, I love how strong you are, it utterly turns me on, but there is no need to force what is given willingly," he said proudly, and T'Kell's head fell forwards.

"I-I-I don't deserve it, I don't deserve your love, not after what I did, on my world the sentence for mate defiling is death!" she said, and Spike knelt down before her and lifted her chin to make her look at him.

"No, you don't, but I'm giving it to you all the same, of my own free will, of my own fucking choice that is mine to fucking make, so, if you want it, claim it, claim me, and I'll be yours forever, but know this, treat me like a servant again or hurt me like that again and I won't ever forgive you, not now or ever, oh, and, FYI, the sentence is death, just one at my side not my hand," he said, T'Kell broke and, with lighting speed, she dropped the dagger and threw her arms around him, holding so tight he felt his ribs creak under the weight and power of her grasp, which was fed not only by her strength, but her weakness and her emotions, he endured it.

"Thank you, ooman, thank you, Spike, you truly are a gift from the goddess herself, a gift I don't, not in any way, deserve, but I accept you terms, I hereby pledge my life to you, you will be my male and I your female from here to the day I die, no other male will touch me, I am yours now, and always," she said, and he leaned down and lifted her chin and, as tenderly as he could, kissed her mouth.

"As I pledge you the same T'Kell, but, umm, I have a request," he said.

"Name it my male, anything, there is nothing I will not do for you," she said.

"Can we, umm, wait to have our first time, my emotions are all over the place and, I just can't tonight, I just can't," Spike said, as what felt like a ton weight lifted off each of his shoulders.

"My male, I would wait till you were on your death bed for you to be ready, if that is what you wished, never again will I make you fear, never again will I ever make you feel shame in your own skin, I swear it to you," she said, he smiled softly and, with him leaning on her as much as she leaned on him, they made their way over to the bed and the pair sat together and, with no barrier and with no pride getting in the way, the pair cried together, they clung together and the weight of what they had both just experienced crashed into them like a ship out of control, for the first time in her life, T'Kell knew what it was to not only be truly forgiven but to not be judged, and Spike, Spike learned what it is to be truly strong, after two hours of solid crying in both joy and in pure pain for wrongs old and new, the pair literally slumped together into the bed and fell sound asleep together, clinging to one another like nothing would ever break them apart again.