"You don't deserve to be manipulated. I'm going to make sure no one can harm you because of your association with me."
"What do I call you now?" Eros asked. It wasn't that she wasn't listening to him but just three hours ago he had told her his name was something completely different than what she had come to know him as. She had gotten used to her stage name so quickly because her real name was part of it. And she supposed 'John' sounded close enough to 'Khan' that it really didn't matter what she called him.
"What ever you like." He answered. "Just be careful if you speak to Marcus about me. If you call me Khan he'll know that I've regained my memory and he'll treat us both as hostile."
"Maybe a pet name like… pussy cat."
"Isn't that what you call your vagina?" He asked as he crinkled his nose.
"Yeah sometimes but look you scrunch up your nose like a cat and your sharp teeth are really pronounced." She answered. He touch his jaw absently - he had never noticed his canines prominence.
"Like this?" He asked as he bared his teeth and flared his nostrils. He also furrowed his brow and she burst into laughter at the odd face he was making.
"Yes, that's it exactly. Good kitty." He straightened his face and regarded her for a moment.
"What's your real name?" He asked.
"Raz. Raz Teros. She answered. She looked at his hand when he extended it to her before looking up at his face.
"Khan Noonien Singh." He introduced himself. She smirked and shook his hand.
"Friends call me 'Ro'."
"Friends call me 'sir'."
"Then I guess you better unfreeze them quick cause you're not going to hear that until you do." Eros snorted. Khan glanced at her before turning his eyes back to the road. He wasn't used to people talking to him like that. Not back before he was frozen - not since he had been woken up. They didn't run into any trouble on their way to her home. Upon getting there he gave the building a long look up. A hi-rise was not what he was hoping for. There were too many entry points - undoubtedly her apartment there in would have so many blind spots that it would be impossible to cover all of them. He parked and walked her to the main entrance. "This is me. Good night." Eros said quickly.
"Wait. Don't you want me to come up?" She tried not to laugh at the question.
"To check for burglars?" She asked playfully. He shrugged - like that was also an option. Eros chuckled as she opened the door and led him to the elevators. She wasn't sure what he was looking at but he seemed fascinated by the ceiling. The ride up was quiet but not as awkward as she thought it would be. It seemed Khan had run out of things to say as they entered her apartment. She went in before she gestured for him to come in the door. As soon as she did he sprinted off to check all the rooms. "Hey!" She followed behind him as he took a few minutes to pick through her stuff.
The tour ended in her closet where she found him giving her outfits a very puzzled look. Spiked bras, lace thongs, fishnets and silk gloves. His mind was no longer on his Star Fleet problems. Everything in the small room smelled like her - powdery sweet. "Hey I don't think there's anyone hiding in the crotch of those panties." Her words snapped him out of his revelry and he realized he was slowly rubbing a pair between his fingers. "Wanna see the ones I'm wearing now?" She hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her pants and started inching them down. "You never did get your dance tonight."
"I have to go." Khan said quickly and raced out of the apartment. He didn't even notice Eros wasn't trying to stop him - or the pleased look on her face once he was gone. She just locked the door and went to take a shower.
Khan made it all the way back to the station and to his quarters before he realized he had nicked her underwear. As he lifted his hand to lock the door - there they were tangled around his fingers. Luckily there had been no one who saw him in the halls - it was late, the night crew already at their stations so there wasn't a chance anyone had seen his souvenir. He made sure the door was locked - twice - before he began to examine the flimsy garment. He wasn't sure if he had seen it during one of her dances before. Electric blue lace band with a barely-there crotch. He curled it around his hand and brought it up to his nose. They were clean, they smelled like her closet. He inhaled until he couldn't fit anymore air in his lungs and sighed out slowly.
Khan thought for a moment that Marcus must be pleased with himself. His plan such as it was was actually working. When he tried to get some work done on a new type of photon torpedo he found he couldn't concentrate with his cock so painfully erect. He pushed the computer screen away from him slowly as he tried to regain control. It wasn't going to happen with her scent in the room. Just the little piece of clothing was enough to saturate his sterile surroundings - block out the smell of industrial detergent and the mild soap he showered with.
Khan unzipped and carefully pulled himself free. Even locked in his room he felt so exposed. He thought back to his training - all of his augmentations. He had never been phased by the fairer sex this way. He rationalized that something must've happened to him while he was frozen. He had a companion before. Several in fact. His body had never called the shots - never hindered him like this. But then again back then he had been busy taking over the world and making sure his territory prospered. Maybe it was a side effect of changing his appearance. Once again he hoped the Admiral was satisfied with himself. He could barely get through a few days without touching himself. Because he couldn't get through a few days without thinking about Eros— Raz.
"Raz… Ohh…" Khan put his head back as he started stroking himself. Before all he had were thoughts of her to get him off but now he had her scent - the feel of lace under his fingertips. It was too much and not enough at the same time. His muscles kept tensing so suddenly that he would curl inward and not be able to uncoil for a few agonizing seconds. He was coming all over his shirt before he could even form a coherent vision of Eros bending over to flash him. He laid there, basking in his afterglow for a few long minutes. He untangled her panties from his hand and folded them neatly before putting them in the pocket of his coat. He pulled his shirt off and shoved it in the laundry chute before he collapsed on his bed. He'd have to train again, to get control of himself. He needed someone to tell him his behavior was absurd.
With his arousal sated he turned his thoughts to his frozen comrades. His family. Anyone of them would see him pining for Eros and call him out - make him realize he didn't need such trivial things. But who would he unfreeze? Certainly not all seventy two - not right away. Even unfreezing one would take months of preparation for creating an identity and falsifying records. The unfreezing sequence alone was a week long process that needed an entire medical team and equipment he'd have to acquire and hide. Once they awoke he had no guarantee that they would listen to him. His face had been altered beyond recognition. He didn't even sound the same. He attempted to imitate his former accent and just ended up sobbing at his reflection.
Khan hadn't been this afraid since he was child. Alone, at a disadvantage because of his missing leg, no family, wondering when the other children would take their cruel teasing too far. Why did he try so hard back then? Why not let himself waste away, become another corpse on the Ganges. He tried because he didn't want that life. He kept trying because he knew there was something better. And he never stopped until he found it. He only found it because he fought for it. That's what he was made for - to fight. He felt his programming kick in. He shook off his self pity and immediately started plotting a way to gain the upper hand on the people who had taken things from him. "Never again."
Eros smiled as she approached Admiral Marcus. He regarded her warily until he noticed the telltale signs that she was high. Her pupils were huge and she was walking particularly careful in her stilettos. She recognized him but she didn't care. "Hi Marcus." She purred.
"Having a good night?" He asked as he took up his drink from her tray.
"Fantastic." She said as she nudged his knees apart. She ran her hands down her breasts and her abdomen and slowed down as she slid one hand between her legs.
"Clearly." He said. "You make up with John like I asked."
"Yeah, he comes to drive me home every night." She answered as she straddled him. "Yesterday he even kissed my hand." She showed Marcus the spot like he'd be able to see it somehow. "His lips are way softer than I was expecting. It made me so… wet. Y'know?"
"I'm sure I don't." Marcus chuckled. He almost wished she'd stop talking - he'd probably spend all day tomorrow trying not to look at John's lips. It was odd picturing him being affectionate at all.
"I wanted to shove him into the elevator and straddle his face - that's how wet." She clarified. "And I hump cuter guys than him all the time. It's weird."
"You've got a real dirty mouth tonight, darlin'."
"Well I so rarely feel any kind of desire. I have to be so sexual all night. I'm sick of it by the time I get home." She explained as she whipped off her bra. She cupped his face and pulled it between her breasts as she started grinding against him. "Like just sick of the thought of boners and titties. But there was something about him doing that. So chivalrous - not expecting anything from me just because he's nice."
"Yeah he's a… stand up guy." Marcus said once she released him. She bent back all the way until her hands were on the floor. She then flipped backwards out of his lap and landed in a slip.
"Yeah 'good boys' are always the biggest freaks in bed." She said as she stood up. "Everything they have to repress during the day comes out in the sheets."
"Oh?" He asked as she bent over and slowly shook her ass in his face.
"I bet he fucks like a jack rabbit." She sighed.
"Put it in your dream journal sweet heart. You're not supposed to fuck him." Marcus said sternly. "You do that, he catches feelings, he starts to screw up again when things don't go well. You see where I'm leading here. His programming doesn't allot for shit like that."
"Programming?" She asked. "Is he an android?"
"No. Never mind what I said. Look, John is a 'special' project. We're trying to ease him into being sociable and apparently coming to see you is helping his 'problem areas'. But you push him too far too fast and he'll burn out. Get it?"
"Sort of." She shrugged.
"Bad enough he's taking you home and keeping your knickers in his pocket." He scoffed. Eros just tuned him out for a little while. Marcus was no fool. He knew more about Eugenics training than what was in that file Khan showed her. He was telling her to slow down because he wasn't sure how sex would actually affect Khan's memory. She knew what Khan had told Marcus he remembered. Marcus still thought he was in fragments. She suddenly got the urge to have sex with Khan just to piss Marcus off. Who was he to tell her what to do with her body? And if a little pussy got a powerhouse like Khan on her side then it was a small sacrifice. Very small - she wasn't lying when she said she wanted to see what he could do with his mouth. Although the kite did heighten her libido a bit. She'd stay sober for Khan's next visit and see how she felt.
"He's watching you." Eros said. She wasn't really dancing because Khan wasn't really watching her. He told her he needed to work on something away from the base and was currently scrolling away on the device in his hand. She didn't mind - it was like getting paid to take a break. And he had paid for two hours.
"Who is?" Khan asked without looking up from his screen.
"Marcus. He said something about you carrying my panties around in your pocket. How would he know something like that unless he was watching you? Would he make it up?" She asked. At that question he looked up. Stared her right in the eyes and flushed just slightly. He really didn't care if Marcus knew his dirty secrets. He had been watching him every since the day he woke up. "Do you?"
"Yes." He answered truthfully. "Don't ask me to explain it. I can't and I haven't found any information on the net that explains this compulsion."
"Are they at least clean?"
"Of course." He said - his tone indicating that anything else would be absurd.
"That's sweet… but really creepy. You're not wearing them are you— y'know what I don't want to know what you do with them. I'm more concerned about your boss. You don't care that Marcus is watching you. That you have no privacy in your own room."
"If he wants to watch me while I sleep and pleasure myself that's his business. He won't learn anything important." Khan shrugged before he turned his eyes back to his screen.
"He wants me to pump the brakes on our relationship."
"And what do you want?" He asked absently. Eros took a deep breath and got up. Khan glanced up when she stood in front of him. He couldn't read her expression and tensed when she leaned over to rest her hands on his shoulders. She was momentarily impressed by how solid he was and smiled to ease some of his apprehension.
"I want to dance for you."
"Okay." He turned off his device and gave her his full attention. He expected her to go and set up the pole but she just climbed into his lap. His hands jumped up in an attempt to not get in the way of her thighs. He froze in that position for a long moment before she slid her hands up his neck to cup his jaw. She stroked her thumb along his five-o-clock shadow - getting oh so close to touching his lips.
"Fuck." She suddenly cursed and sat back. Khan gave her a very confused look - wondering what had discouraged her. She seemed so turned off. She just rested there on his thighs before she shook her head.
"Something wrong?" He asked calmly.
"Your boss is an asshole." Eros snapped as she got up. "And so are you." Khan didn't look insulted by her comment.
"You don't have to—"
"No, just— I'm just realizing I actually like you." She scoffed. "I'm such a dumb bitch."
"Why?"
"Because of Sigwey!" She suddenly yelled. "I know that this is such a bad idea. I know it won't end well at all. But that still isn't stopping me from want to jump you." Khan still looked confused. "I want to have sex with you."
"Oh!" He said and finally understood. "Here?"
"Ew no." She dismissed him.
"Good." He sighed and seemed to relax a little.
"You're so weird." Eros chuckled. He lifted an eyebrow. "You're strange. Abnormal. You're not like normal guys for more reasons than your altered genes." she explained.
"How so?"
"Well for one theres the thing about my panties - you barely want me to touch you but you go back to your room and jerk off until you pass out. Most guys would jump at the chance to have the real thing." Eros said before she pointed to her crotch. She noticed Khan's eyes quickly flicked down to look at it before meeting her gaze again. She smirked when she noticed redness in his high cheeks. "Tell me what you think about."
"Revenge." He growled. Eros couldn't help but chuckle at his serious tone.
"I meant when you touch yourself." She said as she got closer to him. "You said you pleasure yourself and you stole some of my panties so I at least hope you fantasize about me."
"Yes, of course." Khan told the truth.
"Well I don't imagine you think about me doing my taxes when you jerk off. Tell me what you do see." Khan took a second to organized his thoughts.
"I think about… that first time I came in here. The look of the muscles in your back as you moved your hips. How sharp your nails are and the sound they make when you run them down your abdomen and into your—!" He jumped when she ran her hands up his thighs. He hadn't realized his had closed his eyes. "Your lips - they're big." He blurted out and she laughed.
"Do you like them?" She asked before she pressed them together to even out her lavender lipstick.
"Yes." He answered truthfully again and leaned back as she got closer. Before he could ask what she was doing she closed the distance between them and kissed him. Khan froze for a few long seconds - his brain blowing a fuse as the nerves in his lips went into overdrive. He kissed back although it made him feel awkward. He started thinking he was doing it wrong - or that she was trying to distract him long enough to kill him. He pulled away when the dark thought sprang to his mind. Ever since he learned the truth and regained his memories he had convinced himself that he couldn't trust anyone. Not even Eros - she even admitted that she might want Marcus' money more than his affection. But underneath all the training, all the augmentations and determination he was still human. The eugenics tampering hadn't made sexual desire important to him and three hundred years spent frozen had nearly obliterated what was left but damn if Eros didn't bring everything flooding back.
"Nervous?" She asked when she noticed his shivering.
"Excited." He corrected her. She took his wrist and looked at his watch.
"Lucky us. 0100." She said. As soon as she did his watched started beeping. She smiled at him when she realized he had set the alarm so he could be there to take her home every night. She gave him a quick peck on the lips before she moved for the curtain. "Meet you by the car?"
"Yes." He nodded and watched her go. Once she was gone he let out a sharp breath and rubbed his hands up and down his own thighs in an attempt to relax. He grabbed his screen and his coat and went out to her car. Eros came out the back exit about twenty minutes later and he drove them to her apartment. The ride up in the elevator was very awkward mainly because they were accompanied by another couple who were giggling and necking behind them. Khan just rolled his eyes and followed Eros off the lift to her door. She took his hand and led him to the couch when he seemed unsure of what to do. He sat down and looked up at her when she straddled him.
"Now, where were we?" Eros asked before she kissed him. The size of her lips dwarfed his but she didn't seem to mind. And when it became apparent that she wasn't going to kill him he let his eyes drift shut. Khan had made great progress getting comfortable in his skin but it all seemed meaningless as she gently ran her finger down the hollow of his neck. Inciting torturous barely-there tingles to shoot through him. All of his insecurities about close contact came back in full force as she combed her nails through the short hair on the back of his head. He opened his eyes when he realized he was making an odd noise. "Like that, hm?" She asked as she rubbed her nose against his.
"Apparently." Khan answered.
"Put your hands on my ass." She demanded. It took him a second to get his arms to move and he sluggishly slid his hands up her thighs to her buttocks. Her body was nice and toned. He realized he had never touched her before - it wasn't allowed at Foxtrot and he had been so skittish to begin with. Imagining what she would feel like was nothing compared to actually doing it. Eros started kissing him again and he idly ran his hands up and down her backside. She gasped when his digits swept down her crevasse.
"You're not wearing panties…" He said as he gave her an impish grin. They hadn't been apart since they left the club - that meant she hadn't been wearing any the entire time. She reached down and unzipped his pants. He hissed through his teeth when she slid her hand inside.
"Neither are you." She purred and scratched through his pubic hair. Khan arched and growled. He tried to calm down - especially when he found himself gripping her hips. She may have been in shape but she was still a regular human. Under his hands she was so fragile. With a little more effort he could seriously hurt her.
"Ahh!" He yelped when she worked him out of his pants. Having Eros' soft hand around his cock was near perfection. And a little agonizing - he wanted to cum so badly but he knew he had to hold on. They had barely gotten started. Her dark wavy hair was currently tickling his face. He let go of her hips to get his hands in her follicles instead. Khan studied her expression as she stroked him. She seemed genuinely impressed by his body. He supposed he was above average size wise but he never gave it any validity - size only mattered to small thinkers. Eros teased her fingertips over certain areas to see how he would react. He knew she was pleased with herself when he couldn't help but moan and squirm under her.
"Shit, you've been hard forever. Let's do this." Eros pulled her skirt up a little higher and stood on her knees to line them up. Khan had never been more excited in his life. Over throwing governments had it's thrills but he couldn't think of anything more arousing than watching his cock slowly slide into her hot wet pussy. The contrast of her skin against his. The heady intoxicating scent coming off their skin. The feel of being completely sheathed. Eros was moaning - loud and wanton. Writhing in his lap as she adjusted to his girth. "God damn - your cock is perfect."
"No…" He sighed and put his hands on her hips. "Lift up. Oh no. Up - up!" Khan lifted her until she was all the way off and they both watched as he came hard all over his shirt.
"Aww…" Eros pouted and Khan buried his face in the side of her neck.
"That was too quick. I'm sorry."
"It's ok." She assured him but she sounded disappointed. He knew it wasn't all right - she was frustrated, revved up and ready and he was slowly going soft because he couldn't keep from coming too soon. Rather than wallow he quickly thought of what he could do. He pulled down the front of her dress until her breasts fell free. "Oh… shit…" She sighed when he latched on to one right away. He knew how sharp his teeth were and was careful around the tender flesh. He brought his hand up and cupped the other one - worked her nipple between his thumb and index finger until it hardened. She mewled and hugged his head to her. "Shit when was the last time I got off - this shouldn't be so fucking hot." She rambled as she looked down at him. He glanced up - his face up to the bridge of his nose covered by her breast. He moved his free hand between her legs and slipped his middle and ring finger inside her.
Khan didn't know what was better. Feeling her on his cock or feeling her on his fingertips. Penetration served it's purpose but being able to touch her - log away so much new information from just the feel of it was amazing. She dug her nails into his shoulders and screamed when he pressed just the right spot. Without letting up the pressure he rubbed back and forth quickly. She tightened around his fingers immediately and screamed.
"Oh God!" She gripped the hair on the back of his head. "Oh God - don't stop. Don't stop!" Khan wasn't planning on it - he was deeply enjoying watching her unhinge on top of him. There was a warm trail of moisture running into his palm and dripping on to his lap - the aroma making it all the way to his nose. He sucked harder and pressed his thumb into her clit. "Khan!" The way she screamed his name made his dick twitch. She convulsed around his digits and he could feel her entire body trembling. She cupped his chin and made him detach from her breast so she could kiss him. He stiffened when she shoved her tongue in his mouth. It made his eyes roll back. She pulled away when her orgasm subsided. "Damn it… That's some skill you have. I've never cum from being finger fucked before."
"The net called it 'the most underrated form of intimacy'." Khan said as he flexed his wrist. She yelped as he stroked over her spot. "That right there is the key."
"You're staying here tonight." She said as she slowly moved off of him. She laid out on the couch to catch her breath. "We're doing that again." Khan had no objections.