Khan was more than a little surprised when Eros woke him up. She didn't look high but she wasn't as freaked out as she was a few hours ago. When he asked her what was wrong she just pulled him up and insisted that he come to her bedroom. When they were through the threshold she pulled him close and kissed him. It was surprising to say the least after what just happened but he knew her drugs heightened her libido - and they hadn't had a chance to be together since he unfroze Malik. He cupped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes just to make sure she actually wasn't high.

"Come on, don't ask me to explain it. Can we just… I really want to." She said quickly. Khan let go of her to get his pants undone. For a moment he thought maybe she was trying to distract him, so she could kill him. She now knew how to kill augmented humans like him - and he had left her alone with the guns. "Khan." He looked at her as she pulled her night gown over her head. "I'm not trying to kill you."

"How—"

"We've been doing this a while now. You make a certain face when you're suspicious of me using my tits to trick you." She interrupted. "And if I didn't kill you for bringing Malik here in the first damn place I'm not about to kill you before I get off."

"And after you get off?"

"I'll see how I feel." She quipped. "Depends on how hard I cum."

"No pressure." Khan said as he pulled his shirt off. She laid back as he advanced on her. When he looked her in the eye she suddenly turned away. He eased back when she moved to turn on her hands and knees. He felt a little offended but brushed it off. Eros wasn't used to killing - she probably just wanted a disconnected release to 'reset' her emotions. She just wanted to fuck so that's what he'd do.

"Ahh!" She moaned loudly as he slid into her. Khan had to admit he really did like the feel of her ass against him. Whether it be from one of her dances or the position they were currently in. Eros was so nice and tight around him and he grabbed one side of her supple behind to keep her in place just for a few seconds. She wasn't wet - he noticed this when he pulled back. He knew if he kept going it would just end up hurting both of them.

"Shit." He sighed as he reached around her hip and started rubbing her clit. He used his other hand to move her hair aside so he could get to her neck but stopped just short of contact when he saw the faded bruises there. She also shuddered and hunched her shoulders in anticipation. He landed a kiss to her ear instead - ran his tongue up the outer shell before gently bitting her lobe. She made a sound he had never heard before. He noticed how she relaxed and arched into him. Khan knew he wouldn't last long so when he felt her finally get wet he leaned back.

Eros gripped the sheets and gasped when Khan slammed into her. He had never used so much force with her and it felt incredible. She doubted he was using all his strength - there's no way she'd be able to take that. But he was pounding her just the way she wanted. Making her forget about all of her other aches and pains and awful decisions as he drilled her g-spot over and over. She reached back to get him to ease up a little but she ended up digging her nails into his forearm and holding on as he sped up.

"Come on… come…" Khan growled. He was so close but he willed himself to hold back. Which wasn't easy. The way she was screaming, the way she felt wrapped so snug and hot around him. The slap on his hips into her luscious ass. He was cumming but he didn't stop.

"Not inside… oh God… damn it—AH!" Khan leaned over and bit her ear again. He grunted when she started constricting around him. Her body trembling as she was rocked by her orgasm. "Fuck…" she sighed as she screwed her ass back into him. When it finally subsided she sighed and flopped forward. Khan fell backwards to catch his breath and ended up dosing off right there at the foot of her bed.

"Oww! Eros jumped awake when something stuck her arm. She looked at the needle as Khan slowly injected her with something. "What the hell—"

"It's okay, this will heal your injuries." He assured her. He pulled it out of her arm when he was sure she got enough. He handed her a mirror and she watched as the bruises on her face and neck rapidly faded back to her normal color. Khan noticed the panicked look on her face - he thought she would be happy.

"What was that?"

"Your blood mixed with some of my platelets. My Eugenics augmentations have restorative enzymes." Khan answered like it was nothing out of the ordinary. Eros snatched away from him and examined the pin prick before it healed as well.

"If you can heal why didn't Malik when I shot him?" she asked.

"There are limits." Khan admitted. "We get our hearts or heads blown apart kind of puts a stop to the signals in our blood that tells it to mobilize. When I was younger, before everything, I stepped on landmine and it cost me half of my right leg. The Eugenics scientist injected me with something that made it grow back over night. This was in 1978."

"And yet instead of becoming a doctor and using your blood to cure cancer and other diseases you make weapons." Eros said as she glared at him.

"I wasn't meant to be a physician." Khan said. "They didn't 'rewire' me with a desire to help people. Weapons are all I know."

"Funny how you talk of wanting to be free of your former life but all you do is—"

"Look I get it." He snarled at her. "You have no idea how badly I want to do other things - things that will keep me from being violent but the conditioning… their programing was so complete that when I don't do those things I'm unhappy. I tried! I tried for weeks after I woke up. The more I tried to resist going back into weaponry the more depressed I got. And then I met you. The way you touched me… it was the only thing that distracted me from it."

"I don't want the responsibility of being the only thing that makes you not murder people!" She yelled as she stood up. "I know my pussy is good but you are talking about conquering the world, taking down Star Fleet, enslaving humanity to somehow make us better. I am just a stripper with a GED I can not grasp this shit. You becoming a dictator should not hinge on a blowjob."

"You think all I want from you is sex?"

"That's all anyone wants." She quipped. "I can't do this anymore. I don't care if it leads to the end of the world at least I'll be able to sleep at night."

"You want me to go?"

"Please. And take all of your stuff with you."

Khan was confused to say the least. He knew he had screwed up with Malik. Bringing him back, leaving him with Eros - that was a mistake. He had apologized. He thought she had forgiven him. Apparently having sex last night meant nothing. As he looked at her he thought for a minute that Malik had been right. She was such a irrational, flawed, inferior creature. Most of her actions meant nothing in the end. Her words were unintelligent and contradictory. Why was he lowering himself to be with such a being.

Khan felt his programming kick in as he stood up. As he packed his stuff he felt more and more like his old self. As soon as he was on the other side of her door he was coming up with plans. With every step away from her apartment he had another contingency for if a certain aspect of his initial plan went wrong. Marcus wanted war and carnage - he'd give it to him. Eros had released him from his last shred of compassion. By the time he made it back to the space station he was just about ready to set things in motion. He just needed a way to get things rolling. He went to his quarters and searched through the Star Fleet data base while also cross referencing medical records. He needed someone in dire straits.

Eros noticed him in the bull pen. He stood out amongst all the derelicts in the crowd. He looked too clean, too confident to frequent a strip club. She normally wouldn't be able to focus on anyone as she did her pole routine but she was stone cold sober. She knew she should want kite but at the same time she didn't crave it. Even Mike pointed out how she had gone cold turkey and not suffered any withdrawal. She put it out of her mind as she locked eyes with the man again. He only looked away to key in something on the order console at his table. He then got up and walked off.

Not long afterwards Eros' set was over. As she left the stage she got a message for a private dance. "What's with you and the Star Fleet boys lately?" Mike asked as he prepared a drink order.

"What?"

"They must be on shore leave or something."

"Is it my stalker? Cause if it is you were right about him - I need you and Kevin to throw him out."

"No. This guy is Star Fleet but no where near as creepy as your stalker. God damn, his eyes were so pretty." Mike said. "He smelt nice too."

"Wow he must've been fine if you liked him." Eros chuckled. Mike was just about the only straight bartender at Foxtrot.

"Fine or not - he starts hassling you, you give a holler." Mike said as he gave her the drink.

"Whiskey? Where's this guy from?" Eros asked as she made her way to the room. "Hi, I'm Eros." she introduced herself like she always did as she served him his drink.

"Ca—" He cut himself off and shook his head.

"Problem?" She asked.

"No ma'am." He took a sip of his whiskey. "Mr. Kirk."

"Oh…" She purred at the proper introduction. He was none other than the man that had been watching her floor show so intensely. She could tell by the way he carried himself he wasn't the same type of guy she usually got. Some guys never lost that nervous edge to their voice. And he was more appreciative of her appearance rather than aroused by it. She noticed he wasn't wearing a uniform but he had a Star Fleet pin on his jacket. "Mister? Not officer?" Eros asked as she lightly tapped the pin with her index finger.

"I've… been put on leave." He snorted indignantly.

"Uh-oh." She said as she dimmed the lights a little. "Hit a sore spot. Let's not talk about your work then." Eros gently eased into his lap and cupped his face. "Do you want to talk at all?"

"Not really." He sighed as he looked up and down her face.

"Well then…" She held up the string to her top. "Pull this and I'll do something else." When he smirked Eros realized Mike was right. His eyes were gorgeous even in the dim light. Even with a slightly sullen air about him he was a handsome devil. Straight teeth, full pink lips - and damn it he really did smell good.

Kirk took his time pulling the string to her bikini top. He was enjoying having her in his lap. She was good at her act - biting her plump bottom lip as she looked at him. Very slowly wiggling her hips as she sat there. When the string finally came out of it's loop she gasped in the most obscenely dirty way and eased out of his lap - sticking her ass right in his face as she stood up. When she turned around she flashed him and in that instant he didn't care about all the shit that happened to him that morning. What reprimand? Ship? What ship? Who was Spock? All that flew from his head as she danced for him. Marcus was right about her.

Eros was a little wary as time went by. She didn't hear from Khan - and when he stopped paying her bills she expected another visit from Marcus but it never came. In the end she was getting what she wanted - both of them out of her life but it felt suspect. Like the calm before a huge shit storm. Sometimes she nearly forgot about the whole thing - Khan didn't come back to the club. Eros thought enough to check the obituaries on the net or the news for any information that his 'grand plans' had blown up in his face but there was nothing.

"Do I know you?" Eros had zoned out as she waited in line but she snapped back to reality when she heard someone talking to her. She looked around before she realized the man was behind her. She placed his face right away. The confident but sullen Star Fleet officer that came for an hour dance every night for the past two months. He either had a desk job or he was on extended leave. Either way he had the money to pay her and that's all that mattered. "You look so familiar." She smiled a little - she understood his confusion. Without her neon make-up, blond wig and seven inch stilettos she looked like a completely different person. "Are you a model?"

"No." Eros laughed at his guess. He slipped into a charming veneer and flashed her a smile. She had never noticed his sharp little canines before. They were cute.

"Did you attend the fleet academy?"

"No." She answered. He was starting to get a little flustered as to why he couldn't place her face and she was enjoying watching him squirm.

"Ah to hell with it." He muttered quickly. He juggled the few items he had in his arms so he could extend his hand to her. "I'm James."

"Raz." She introduced herself.

"I swear we've met before." He sighed as he studied her. She flushed under his intense gaze. It was odd, with 'her face' on at the club she didn't care who saw what. But standing in front of him in plain clothes took away her mask - her shield that kept everyone at arms length.

"We have." She decided to let him off the hook. But when she said that he paled a little. More than likely thinking they hadn't ended on good terms or simply because he had forgotten her. "Do I really look that different with out my wig, Mr. Kirk?" she asked - lowering her voice to the tone she used during private dances. His bright eyes went wide and he dropped his meager groceries at the realization. A few people took notice of their interaction and he immediately knelt down to pick his stuff up. Raz bent down too and helped him.

"Don't take this the wrong way but you look so… sweet without your g-string." Kirk stammered. "I mean with clothes on. Like regular clothes. And stuff. Did I mention I like your dark hair?" She put her finger over his lips to stop his babbling. If one of her customers saw her in public and recognized her they'd more than likely run in the opposite direction. Mr. Kirk - James seemed genuinely nice if not just a little self centered. If nothing else she'd get off for the first time since she broke up with Khan three months ago.

"Coffee?" she asked.