The much anticipated chapter ;). You are welcome Sassiebone
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SSC
April 26th 1993
It was a Monday night and Khan was invited for dinner with the Sheikh and his family. They all sat at the long, richly arranged table. There were twelve seats. The Sheikh had a very large family (nine children to be exact) but only the eldest four sons were present. Their ages ranged from sixteen to twenty. They all shared their father's dark heavy features but a few had lighter eyes.
Khan knew was informed that not all the children shared the same mother. Some were from his first marriage and the second union seems to be straying. Khan didn't care much for gossip, but the astounding amount of children shocked Susan.
The Sheikh sat at the head of the table, Khan was on the opposite end. The children were to his left and the Augments to his right. The Sheikh's political party dominated the chairs preceding the children, closest to their king.
Zayed was reciting a tale of his time with the Bedouins with a great enthusiasm. The servants were bringing in their desserts which consisted of an array of fruits, ice cream, chocolates and Arabic sweets.
Khan wasn't paying attention, just as he wasn't when dinner first began. Despite the appearance of interest in his tight lipped smile and piercing gaze, his thoughts were elsewhere. Well... on a specific person to be exact.
His operatives have been on missions before and the time passed by in what felt like seconds. But the moment Zahara had left, it felt as if his hair was graying as he waited her return.
Such intense musings irritated him. Especially since they had only been gone for 1 day 3 hours and 3 minutes.
His room was staggeringly dull. He hated that he was distracted from his work and sometimes sat for minutes staring at an empty seat. Her empty seat. He wasn't looking forward to going back.
Dinner ended and they rose up from their seats. Khan and his comrades nodded respectfully to the Sheikh and his children before beginning their departure. He felt the advisor's gaze focused disdainfully at the fact that Orlando's Wahash, Ashera, was Khan's escort that evening. In fact, the advisor had questioned the switch a few times. Khan in turn asked why it was so inconvenient considering they were allowed to utilize them as they pleased.
Khan knew he had antagonized the man, but he wasn't alarmed. He did not want the Sheikh prying into their matters, thankfully once Orlando returns things will slip back into their normal pace.
Suzette and Susan walked ahead with the three other Augments and Sabaa. Khan lingered behind with Ashera walking behind him in his usual strident pace. Just as khan exited the dinning chamber a familiar voice forced him to stop instantly.
"Did dinner not agree with our Captain?"
He spun around to find Orlando smiling mockingly at him. He was dressed in his usual AA attire but his bleach blonde hair seemed brighter against his new tanned complexion. They had returned, but the absence of Zahara at the man's side was too evident.
"Welcome back." Khan greeted pleasantly. Orlando's smile grew, the laugh lines around his mouth deepened. He approached and they began to walk down the long corridor. Ashera was a few paces behind them.
"It's good to be back to a stable environment." Orlando began to say with his arms crossed behind his back "The weather in the desert is positively bipolar."
Khan directed a surreptitious glance back at the Wahash before looking to his friend.
"Did you find what you need?"
"Yes." The blonde nodded enthusiastically "There were a lot of files to steal, Joaquin ill be seeing to the decryption."
A moment of silence fell as they journeyed the corridor. The heels of their shoes clicked lazily against the glossy cream tiles.
"How did she do?" Khan asked his voice barely above a whisper. They had reached Khan's suite. He posed his hand over the door handle.
"There was an incident." Orlando murmured illicitly. Khan's dusky eyebrows furrowed in concern, he pushed opened the door and gestured his friend to enter. Orlando muttered a quick order for Ashera to stay and walked in.
Khan heard the distant sound of water hitting the tiles within the bathroom. Zahara was occupying the shower which was highly convenient.
Once they were alone within the study and after he had sat down at his desk with Orlando on the visitor's chair. Khan uttered the command.
"Tell me everything."
So he did. Reciting in exact theatrical detail (which Khan couldn't help but roll his eyes to) what had happened on their trek across the desert. Khan main interest was in Zahara's story. When Orlando had informed him of what he had witnessed, Zahara's restrain and her overall performance as a member of the team. Khan was satisfied.
She had worked better than he had expected. Considering her wild, unpredictability, Khan expected her to have catalysed suspicion in their enemies. But she hated and for that Khan was more than content.
The tension that had built up when Orlando had first began the story, melted away from his shoulders. Khan leaned back into his leather seat and intertwined his fingers on his lap.
"What do you think? Does she fit the team?" He asked his friend.
"Most definitely." Orlando expressed merrily "Her curious nature makes her the most fun team mate. I look forward to another mission with her."
Khan was pleased and the smile that stretched across his face was full of ease. Afterwards him and Orlando exchanged a few more words before the man dismissed himself for a late dinner. He had muttered something about Bourbon and dry meat not being enough and rushed off.
Khan was left alone in his study and extremely aware of her light footsteps within his room. He languidly rose up from his chair, rounded the table, turned off the lights within his study and made his way to his chambers. His intentions of not returning to that particular room till the next morning were evident.
He knocked on the closed door, lingered for a few seconds before entering. The lights had been turned off. The only source of illumination was the pale moonlight that filtered through the windows.
Zahara stood by the cupboard as if she was about to ascend the furniture when he had interrupted her. He was disappointed by this, was she intending on greeting him in the morning?
"Good evening." She was the first to break the lengthy silence between them. Her delectably raspy voice was enough to make him shiver with yearning. She had turned her profile fully to face him, giving him her undivided attention. Despite the darkness, he could see her without strain. She stood in the path of illumination. Her usual honey brown curls seemed streaked in silver.
"Welcome back." He murmured while shutting the door behind him. Her golden eyes continued to glow, an unconscious sensuality beckoning him to approach her.
She smiled gently "It's good to be back."
Khan sensed she had meant it earnestly.
He used the darkness to his advantage and began to slip out of his leather shoes. His socked feet met the carpeted floors as he moved to her.
"So the mission was a success I heard, you had followed your orders."
"Well when they are not enforced on me I feel more obliged to." That almost sounded like a joke. Dark humour of course. Smiling mirthfully Khan glided closer to her in sly steps.
"I am glad you did." He said.
"Did you run into any familiar faces?" He asked his eyes glittering in a patent, insinuating gleam.
Her lips immediately fell to a frown "Orlando told you."
He couldn't help but grin, Orlando wasn't as sly as he thought.
"Your skills of observation are most spectacular." He mused sarcastically.
His expression took an abrupt grim turn "You were about to betray them."
"No." She answered plainly, unnerved by his intimidation.
"No?" He echoed "Then how do you explain your actions?"
She bristled "Betray would imply revealing their whereabouts to my enemies."
"That's your problem Zahara." He countered passionately "They are still your enemies, has it not dawned on to you that they are also our enemies."
Khan was surprised by the snarl that left her lips. She abruptly took a step to him, her chin raised and shoulders squared. He felt the waves of anger that radiated from her tense form and glowing eyes.
"You expect me to be so understanding of your cause when you haven't even the faintest idea of the energy it took me to not do what I wanted to." She barked fiercely "The man that beat me, tortured and unmade me to the point where I don't have any recollection of my past. That man was only a few feet away from me. I could have just rounded the corner, snapped his neck and rid of all this hate...but I didn't."
Khan wasn't expecting such a fiery confession. He had not known of her pain, he could see it now in her glistening eyes and vulnerable expression. Her decision had not been easy but he needed her to understand her reasons behind not giving into her hateful thoughts.
"Why didn't you?" He asked his voice considerably gentler. The rage that tightened her features began to slip away as her expression softened.
"Because...I thought about the distance."
Distance was an obvious poor choice of words from her part, but Khan immediately knew what she meant. She didn't mean it in the conventional sense but more along a concept of time.
"Not just the distance." He began towering over her "the eventuality of the mission's success and what it would bring.'
"Yes." She nodded firmly.
"Do you know what it would bring?" He asked. Her lips pressed down to a thin, pensive line.
"Defeat and end to the creators of the Apello." She answered.
His eyes flashed icy blue.
"That is a mere synopsis to what is to truly become of these men and women who have brought you so much pain. It's not just the end of the Apello and more of the experiments that could come from such an institution existing. We will demolish the place till there is nothing left and these people...the ones you want to kill so excruciatingly. I will have them lined up anywhere you wish. They will cry and they will beg but no one will lift a finger to help, they will know what helplessness is, just as you had and you..."
Her eyes were wide and her pupils amplified, drinking in every drop of his words with a hungry mind.
"You will be the one who plays the reaper." He foreshadowed "Merciless and vindictive, the epitome of all they feared in your freedom. You will take their lives and they can only watch as you do. Watching the light in their eyes burn out will not only bring you a great peace but an unshakeable pleasure."
She stared up at him speechlessly. He watched her carefully with a deep, lustful heat burning in his veins. The imagery he had worded made his heart race in an eagerness to full fill them. He wanted her to exact her vengeance with a conviction he had never had before.
He veiled the desire in his eyes with a feigned look of gentle empathy.
"I understand you better than anyone." He murmured his voice at an appealingly low baritone.
Her gaze fell to his mouth for a moment and his pulse quickened at the glimmer of desire in her gold orbs. Abruptly her attention snapped to his face and her eyes narrowed to slits.
"You are not the first man who claimed to understand me, nor are you the first one to speak with such pretty empty words." Despite her cold gaze her raspy voice betrayed her feelings entirely.
"It infuriates me that you still see my words as empty." The smoulder in his eyes made his words redundant."Did I not give you Hemming on a silver platter? Did I not send you to the Apello to help further our knowledge of the place?"
"Are you going to deny that you have no motive?" She bit back.
"Of course I have motive, my question is why do you insist on being so mistrustful?"
"I don't trust anyone." She hissed strictly but then a look of contemplation eased her snarling lips.
"You however are a different matter." She grumbled almost guiltily.
"Different?" He echoed.
"Dangerous."
He grinned, she wasn't wrong. But then again, she did not mean it in the way most humans did.
"You use that word in relation to something else about me that frightens you and it has nothing to do with abilities as an Augment, does it?" He interrogated. She stepped back as if suffocated by his very question. He did not allow her a moment of space and was quick to prowl her retreat.
"I know fear better than any man and what I see in your eyes isn't fear." He murmured holding her in his gripping stare. He watched him like a cornered animal while inching away from him.
"You know what you are feeling now don't you?" Khan whispered his voice gruff with want. He found pleasure cornering her against the wall.
The rebelliousness in her glittering stare further aroused him.
Her chest was heaving behind the confinement of her tank top. He shamelessly glanced at the delicious glimpse of cleavage at each ragged breath she took. She was fighting against her emotions. It was clear from the wide-eyed excitement on her face.
Her back met the hard surface of the wall and he took the opportunity to trap her there. He flattened his large palms across the cool plane, beside her head, caging her under him. Her attention shot to his face, her gaze narrowed to slits.
He smiled amused by this. He leaned in, her postured stiffened as he drew closer, a defensive move to prepare herself against his advances.
He heard the frantic tempo of her heart. He knew it was a futile attempt.
"Why don't you just give in?" Khan whispered tauntingly in that same deep baritone. He felt her shudder—a sign of her arousal. He stepped closer till she felt his warm breath against her skin.
He gave her a moment, feeling generous and letting her regain her breathing. There must have been smugness in his expression because she was glaring at him in the next moment.
"And grant you the satisfaction?" She hissed, she clenched her fingers into a fist at her sides and took a bold step forward.
"Never." She added with great conviction.
Khan blinked once, twice. But then his passive expression took a sudden turn for the dangerous. His iridescent eyes narrowed treacherously. Zahara immediately tensed under the incensed glower he directed at her.
He clenched his jaw "Your untamed. Defiantly. Stubborn. Nature—" He forced her up against the partition, holding her under his stare and grip.
Her lips curled up, snarling only to freeze at the sight of him.
The tenseness had vanished. The pure lust expressed in his eyes softened the angular precision of his face.
"—is most bewitching." He breathed. Khan could see the anger in her eyes dull instantly at the soft lulling tone of his voice. The moment her gaze fell to his mouth, he took the chance.
Their lips met in a hungry kiss. She took in a sudden inhalation, startled by his intensity. Khan didn't care much for her comfort in that moment. He wanted her with every fiery cell in his body.
Her back met the wall again, roughly. She gasped at this and he swallowed the sound. He plunged into her mouth and she kissed back just as fiercely, their tongues mated ardently. Her eagerness further fueled the fire in him, the fire that threatened to devour them both.
His hands moved up. He pushed up her shirt and paused in his kisses to bring the top over her head. She raised her arms up and he removed the clothing off her body completely before tossing it in a random direction.
His hands moved down her narrow waist, his fingers sinking into her skin. He felt his way down the toned taut muscles of her side to her derriere. His hands cupped her round mounds, pushing her hips to his. She moaned at this action, the sound elicited a jolt of desire in him.
His lips seared over hers. He knew he was being rough, part of him wanted to slow down. She clawed lightly at the breadth of his chest down to his firm abdomen. His body trembled from the pain and pleasure in the act.
But then he felt a sharp tug on his pants followed by a loud rip.
His eyes snapped open. His bewildered stare fell to his trousers. At least—what was left of them. She had torn at the pants right from the belt. The black material hung loosely in tatters over his powerful legs, leaving him in his grey briefs.
Marveled by her ferocity he looked to her again. She was breathless and without remorse.
He didn't hesitate to grab her and toss her right on to his bed. Her back met the mattress, her form bouncing from the impact. Khan did not allow her a moment to absorb the situation. He was already on top of her. He stilled her body with a hand to her thigh. Her eyes widened at the contact and her startled stare met his.
His smile was wicked, his gaze was licentious. She didn't fear the implication in his actions but steeled herself, awaiting the dark promise in his eyes. He loomed over her, his knees sunk into the bedding.
With one hand planted on the soft surface, he used the other to cradle the side of her head and pull her towards him. She rose up on to her elbow and as the other arm reached out and grasped the nape of his neck. His gaze travelled over her in vague admiration before kissing her in a drugging depth.
Distracting her with his kiss he made quick work of his clothes and hers. Her hands continued to explore the expanse of his chest and for a moment, he was the one distracted. He had to subdue her wrists in order to regain his thoughts once more.
Restricting her allowed him to admire her form. The breathtaking view of her sun-kissed skin made his belly quiver with want. He was intrigued by the small but evident pale patches that littered her sides. He made a mental note to question her about them later. His mind was too occupied with other musings, shameless tactics.
Her gaze suddenly fell to his body, frantically taking in his appearance, absorbing every detail of his lithe form. He could feel the way her eyes travel over him, like invisible hands, touching and caressing him. His skin tingled with want and he didn't resist the magnetic pull she had on him.
He released his hold on her hands and moved his touch down her supple body. She reveled in the warmth of his hands. His fingers glided over her form until she was quivering under him, he explored every firm space of skin. He started from her throat, down her sternum then branching of to the side. He cupped her left breast in his palm, her back arched at the sensation. He liked that his hand covered all of her, an indecent wave of possessiveness rushed through him.
He felt her hammering heart as his touch travelled lower to the flat, taut plane of her belly. She was wonderfully made, curves and all. Her naked form pleased him. He couldn't wait to claim her.
She was watching him with those golden eyes of hers. There was no fear. There was no conceit, just pure unfiltered desire and wide eyed curiosity. But he saw a flash of confusion when he settled between her thighs as his hands continued to move down her navel.
"You've never done this before, have you?" He asked gently, her gaze shot to him. He stared deep into the swirling depths of her bright eyes and she gazed back.
"No."She stated bluntly "but I am not opposed to the sensations the act provides."
Her words delighted him greatly. He rewarded her by burying his fingers into the depths of her cognac locks and scratching just behind her ear. Her eyes closed, pressing into his touch and he heard that familiar purr reverberate through her. He smiled at this.
"They will be most enjoyable, believe me." He insisted. Her eyes were hooded, heavy from the pleasure of his petting.
"Indulging in this will dispel my need for you entirely?" She asked her voice meek compared to the usual bravado it had. His hand fell to her sides, his strong arms flexing as he positioned himself.
"On the contrary." He breathed leaning towards her mouth again, his lips brushing sensually over hers "This will only add further fuel to the flame."
She didn't seem opposed to that either.
He was utterly distracted by her beauty and his unquenchable urge to claim her that he almost forgot the most important part in their union. He stretched over her, his fingers inching out towards the bedside table drawer.
He felt her eyes watching him, her hands curiously exploring the flex and tenseness of his muscle. It was a soothing diversion as he plucked a condom from the depths of the drawer and returned to tower over her.
Using one hand to balance above her he utilized the sharpness of his teeth to rip into the wrapping. Khan was a disappointed that his race has yet to develop a more convenient form of contraception.
"What is that?" She inquired watching as he rolled the rubber on to the long, hot, straining length of him.
"Protection." He grunted, tossing aside the wrapper and then planting his other hand beside her head. She had a hard time tearing her gaze from that part of him, but when she did, he saw the bewilderment in her eyes.
"From what danger?"
He couldn't help but crack a condescending grin at the dubiousness of her question.
"Parenthood."
Recognition flared in her eyes. Her mouth audibly snapped shut and she uttered no more questions.
"Ready?" He asked she nodded distractedly. It was obvious enough her mind and eyes were still focused on his member. Khan claimed her mouth in a demanding, distracting kiss. His tongue seduced her back into his spell. He nipped and kissed her ardently while simultaneously inching into her.
She immediately tensed as he sheathed himself inside of her. He drew back and watched her reactions extremely carefully.
"Are you in pain?" He asked, softly.
"No." Her voice was visibly strained but it sounded more out of discomfort than relentless hurting. He waited a moment, watching her and allowing her to adjust. She shifted a little under him and that one movement almost threw him over the edge. She was tight, so much so that he wondered if he could last his normal time.
Suddenly she stilled and raised her golden eyes to his face.
"Is that it?" She asked not even bothering to mask her disappointment, her unschooled ways were both charming and humorous.
"Hardly." He growled and then pulled back only to thrust forward. She gasped; it was the most deliciously erotic sound he had heard. His hand left a fiery path as he smoothed his palm down her thigh and to her knee.
Meanwhile he continued to move. Slowly at first until he climbed to a steady rhythm. He curved is hand under her knee and brought her leg up. He forced the long limb to his side as he braced his weight on his other arm.
He watched her sinuous movements, taking in each sigh and flex of her lithe form. In his eyes she was perfection. She had her eyes shut, experiencing the sensations just as he wanted her to. He was mesmerized by her feathery lashes and full parted lips.
As his pace began to increase, her actions grew more primal. All the previous uncertainty was shunned from her body, and all that was left was a writhing, pleasure craving being. Her hands searched his chest, clawing lightly at his skin in a tortured intensity. Khan wasn't surprised by the roughness. He didn't expect anything less from her.
Khan was clinging to the straying strands of his own sanity. She felt better than anyone he had had before. She was so warm, willing and indulgent, watching her alone—made his pleasure build.
She muttered a foreign word that sounded like something between a curse and a sigh. The corners of his mouth quirked up, amused by the pure frustration she expressed.
"K-Khan." They way she breathlessly whispered his name made him wild with need. The hand he had curved at her thigh, squeezed hard. His deft fingers sunk into her hot, sweaty flesh.
She groaned in delight, her neck craned back, her eyelids swept open. Khan saw it, the hazy mix of pleasure and fear in her golden orbs. She was experiencing a multitude of emotions she had never had before and the feelings alarmed her. He empathized, that sensation of being thrown into an edge and willingly doing so was brand new to her.
She needed assurance and he was more than ready to bestow.
He trailed his touch up her taut belly, between her breasts and to the nape of her neck. He held her gently and demandingly enough to gain her attention. Her bleary eyes focused on him.
"It's natural, allow yourself to fall." He was surprised by how breathless he sounded.
She bit her lip as she quivered beneath him. He gently pressed his mouth to hers, his breath hot and jagged against her flesh.
"I am right here, I am with you."
She nodded frantically unable to form words. Her hands climbed up his sides and to his back. He felt her nails dig into the tense, stiff muscles.
He planted both hands beside her head, caging her under him. She closed her eyes again and arched back as his powerful thrust brought her to rapture. He watched her crumble beneath him with the utmost fascination.
The soft cry that escaped her lips, the overwrought and strain of her physique, the glistening sheen of sweat over her skin. His arousal climbed from witnessing her release and he hungered to reach his own. His hips moved in a frantic pace between her thighs. His touch travelled down from her neck and to her breasts. He squeezed one soft mound in his burning palm and she bent into his touch.
This was what he wanted, unbridled passion. He felt it in his very veins, a deep hunger that he couldn't seem to satisfy. His heart was pounding in a strength he had never felt and echoed between his ears. The bed frame shook at each fierce push. She welcomed his deep, rough play with an eager body and wicked mind.
He knew in that moment teaching her about such steamy, tempestuous acts moments to come would be most satisfying.
He caught her blissful moans on his tongue with a feral growl. Soon his control broke free with a final thrust. Her nails dug deeper, he felt the sting that seeped into the pleasure. His quaking limbs protested in exertion, he languidly pressed his body completely onto hers.
They lay there for a long moment, unable to move. The only sign of life in them was their panting bodies. Khan was quick to recover and raised his head to observe her. She had her eyes shut as if reveling in the ghosted waves of her bliss. His dazed stare wandered over her long lashes, down to the cute upturn of her nose and to her luscious lips.
He pressed up on to his elbows and continued to watch her with his body bearing down on her. He admired her hair that was in charming disarray, her cognac curls were spilled across the white pillow. His gaze moved down further, along her delicious curves and his blood heated again.
He looked to her face again only to meet a pair of gleaming golden eyes. He didn't understand why he lusted so deeply for a woman he just had. Maybe it was the lack of any intimacy in the past few months that made him unquenched.
Her breathing had returned to normal, her chest wasn't heaving like before. Which was a shame, Khan liked the view her breasts provided.
He didn't know much about virgins, having never deflowered one before. So he wondered if it was appropriate to initiate another round. Then again, nothing about what they did was considered appropriate.
"Are you tired?" He asked in that same, soft baritone. Her smouldering eyes watched him quietly for a moment.
"No." She said. Khan smiled wickedly and leaned down till his mouth hovered over hers.
"Good."
Sated they lay tangled in the bed sheets. The moon had disappeared long ago, abandoning them in a sea of darkness. Yet he could still see her lustrous eyes, burning like dying ambers. She rested under him. He was reclining on his side, balancing his weight on his elbow while staring down at her.
Her hands continued to explore him, across the breadth of his chest and up his neck. He liked the warmth of her hands and the sweetness in her touch. It was tentative and curious like everything about him marvelled her.
Her fingers stroked up to his mouth, pressing into his voluptuous lips. Her eyes followed the movement. Her eyelids were heavy and dazed.
"This meeting of mouths, what do you call it?" She asked raising her gaze to meet his. He began to stroke the breadth of her jutted hipbone with the base of his thumb.
"A kiss." He murmured distractedly.
"Say it again." She insisted.
"Kiss."
She smiled lazily, it was dazzlingly and radiant.
"It sounds good to hear from your lips."
Khan felt the uncharacteristic urge to laugh at the prideful way his chest swelled.
"That's flattering, thank you." He grinned. She nodded courteously and continued to touch him, admiring the fine lines and tough muscle beneath her finger tips.
"You are beautiful." The words rolled out of his tongue in an uncharacteristic ease. Her touch stilled as she looked to him again.
"You are not lying." She observed.
"Is that so hard to believe?" He retorted curiously.
"I've never been called that before. Demon...monster. Never beautiful." She murmured her gaze absentmindedly moved to the ceiling. He watched her carefully. A dark shadow threatened to cloud her eyes but his presence had caused it to shy away. A sultry smile curved at her lips.
"I should have known you found me attractive from the way you watch me."
"You noticed?" He asked in wonder.
"Yes." She whispered "I wasn't used to it. It was the way a hunter stares at it's prey, but deeper than hunger and more powerful."
He smiled and leaned closer, his fingers danced up the taut plane of her belly and began to draw circles across her skin.
"The term is lust." He breathed.
"Lust." She echoed, the worded sounded exotic and sensual in his ears. Her hands moved to the back of his head, her fingers combing into his silky, black hair.
"Kiss." She murmured demandingly tugging at his hair. He smiled and obliged her silent request and slanted down to claim her lips again.