AvalonTheLadyKiller: That's true. There has to be some character development right? xD. Thanks for noticing :D. Well the battles are coming. I am sticking to the Rise and Fall of Khan plot line so if you've read them you might know a few characters that will come up in the future chapters ^^.

ThisIsHope: Aw thank you so much, I hope you like the upcoming chapters ^^.

Sorry for the shortness of this chapter, but there is some smut. A lot more smutty than I've ever written. Hope you guys like it ;)

Please review :D.

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SSC

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT

May 16th 1993

Khan felt the absence of his friend that morning. Normally Orlando would be the chipper ray of sunshine that forced himself into his study and chatted about nonsense. Khan didn't mind the company, he liked it when noise filled the air around him.

Without Orlando, the silence was apparent.

Khan tried to ignore this by reading his newspaper. He woke up later than usual that morning, considering he was occupied till late in the night. He sat at his desk in his uniform, his icy blue eyes skimmed over the articles. A short pile of papers stood on his left at the far corner of his desk.

He didn't have much tasks to prepare or proceed to, so he chose to lounge about, waiting for her to awaken. Their breakfast remained untouched at the centre of the table. Neatly arranged on a silver tray beneath gleaming cloche, awaiting ownership.

The unshakeable feeling of being watched made him look up from his paper. It was Zahara. She was leaning against the frame of the door. She was dressed in his long, navy blue robe that he had neatly hung in his dresser. He was never the one to laze about in silk, but he liked it on her.

Her hair was down in a messy tumble that rested on her shoulders. The V neck collar of the robe hung loosely. After all in her inexperience she hadn't knotted the belt as well as she should have. Her disorganized, bed ridden state was highly appealing to him.

"Morning." He greeted while folding his news paper.

"Morning." She responded, her voice refreshingly raspy. He watched her tread into the room. She approached the back of her chair and leaned over to inspect the dishes. Her nimble fingers reached out and lifted the cloche by its handle before taking a long whiff.

"No kiss?" He asked, grabbing her attention.

"You never asked for one before." She pointed out, her eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"I always have, I just did not voice it." He murmured, his eyes glittering playfully.

Breakfast left her mind completely as she lowered the silver cover. With her golden gaze focused on him, she made her way around his table in slow, sly steps.

"I am not good with subtle." She noted, her fingers running along the edge of his desk.

"I know, which is why I said it." He responded factually. She smiled, her eyes a gleam as she finally reached him

Khan frowned slightly as she stood staring at him with that mischievous grin curved at her lips.

"It seems like you are using this small technicality in a past action to deny me what I want." He grumbled feign irritation, but the frustration was real.

She scrunched up the robe between her fingers and then brought one knee over his legs. Khan watched as she straddled his lap. The smooth circumference of her knees lodged into the leather cushion along his sides. Then she leaned forward and he slanted up to meet her lips.

She had meant it to be a chaste kiss but Khan had other plans in mind. Wicked intentions. He tasted her deeply, savoring all of her. His intensity startled her a little but she didn't dare move away. He sucked her lower lip between his teeth and lightly bit it just as she had done to him, many times.

She moaned into his mouth and pressed her body flush against his. Khan had his hands gripping her hips, but they moved up in a sensual slow brush. He slipped his fingers into the open collar of her robe against her collar bone and began to slowly, slide down. He applied enough pressure that the silk parted for him.

"That was more than a kiss." She panted pulling away.

"I need my fill." His breath was hot against her swollen lips. He began to pepper kisses down her chin and towards her neck.

"And so do you." He noted, sending a wicked glance down at her pert nipples that were obvious beneath the blue silk. His haunted stare travelled down the open expanse of her chest. His fingers caressed a line between her breasts before swooping across her chest. He cupped one breast in his palm and squeezed gently.

She shuddered against him, her eyes shut and reveling in the sensation of being touched. He watched her reactions in a lovers attentiveness as his touch moved lower, much lower.

"I told you, I'll never have enough." She responded. He raised his eyes to hers and for a moment. He was lost in those open, swirling golden orbs.

"Good." He whispered and slipped his fingers into her. She gasped and bucked into his touch. She lowered her lids and sunk herself into the bursts of pleasure he brought out in her.

He stroked her gently yet firmly, through the slick folds of her sex. His heart was pounding within his chest, his blood burned through his veins. Watching her bask in the ecstasy above him brought a deep, primal satisfaction within him.

She was such a beautiful creature in his eyes. Wild, unruly sunset curls, long lashes, expression soft and indulging yet her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. Her lips were tempting, parted and pink and waiting to be devoured. Her body, Khan could watch her move all day. The way the light made her golden skin gleam, angling around her fine features.

The open robe had fallen past her smooth shoulders and rested over her elbows in a flowing river of blue silk. He observed her movements with a haunted, hungry gaze. The tip of his thumb brushed over her hardened clit and she winced from the pleasure that shot through her.

"Ah, Khan." She gasped out, his attention travelled to her face. She was watching, her eyes narrowed to heavy slits, struggling to keep them open.

"Do that again." She pleaded. He smiled and did as she asked, her body tensed again and she braced her hand on his shoulder, bending closer to him.

"Better?" He asked his voice heavy with want as he increased his pace.

"Yes." She groaned, her lips parted as she panted. Khan grinned wickedly and shifted a little in his seat and then leaned up towards her. He kissed the hollow space under her ear and she flinched again.

She was too silent. Zahara was always muter in bed than any other female he has had. As if she was afraid of her own voice, her own gratifications. This wasn't just conjecture but obvious fact, Khan wanted to change that. He needed to know how he made her feel, assurance that she was starving for him just as he was for her.

"I need to hear you Zahara." He whispered in demand, his lips pressed to the shell of her ear " I need you to hear how I make you feel."

She bit her lip and tried to shake her head in refusal but the pleasure was building up and it was hard to deny the rich baritone of his voice.

"But they will hear." She whimpered.

"Let them hear." He growled growing harder for her."It will not prevent me from violating you."

She was reaching her peak, he could feel it from the wetness that gathered and her fast breathing. He kissed his way down her chest, licking and torturing her skin. She gripped him a little harder, her hands moved up behind his head, her fingers combing into his inky black hair.

"I think you speak enough for the both of us." She grounded out through the minding numbing bliss. He stilled and glanced up to find her grinning teasingly down at him. His icy blue gaze narrowed roguishly.

"Cheeky." He hissed lightly and stimulated her further, determined to bring her to the edge of madness. She cursed under her breath but it wasn't enough for him, he needed her voice to fill his ears, fill the whole room.

He continued his path of kisses until he reached her breasts. He licked his lips and raised is gaze while parting his mouth. He enveloped his soft, full mouth around her nipple and sucked hard.

The sensation through her over the edge . Her body arched and she clenched around him. He didn't dare let her go and grounded his thumb down on her clit as his fingers probed further, pumping to her. She clung to him as his mouth worked wonders, lapping and sucking with his hot mouth.

It was too much to bear, she couldn't hold in her reactions any longer.

Khan had almost missed his moment of triumph, he was too immersed in his own need to drive her to the brink of ecstasy. But he heard her cry out, calling out for him in uncontrollable gasps as she came.

The corners of his lips quirked up as he released her swollen nub and kissed it one more time before leaning back into his chair to observe her. She released him with trembling arms, her chest was heaving frantically.

His own arousal was still evident against his tight pants but Khan paid no heed for the moment. He was satisfied in having made her beg for him. He brought his hand from under her and palmed them down the front of her juicy thighs.

He watched her pensively for a moment and she in turn gazed back. He liked these silences with her, despite being immersed in his thoughts he didn't feel obliged to make conversation, it was calming. Besides, he doubted if she wanted to speak just yet, her body was still recovering from the orgasm.

He held her gleaming golden stare for a moment before deciding to speak.

"I have this chair in India." He announced. She was perplexed by his words, clearly that was not what she was expecting him to say.

"A chair?" She echoed, there was a delectable purr to her voice. The sound made a shiver of longing pass through him, but he ignored the sensation and nodded.

"Yes, it's in my study."

Her eyes narrowed a little, observing him curiously.

"That's what you were thinking about?" She demanded confused by his choice of interest during their indulgences. Khan's smiled broadened and straightened a little to be closer to her.

He nuzzled the tip of his nose into her cheek while holding her enchanting stare.

"I was thinking about how it would be easier for me to access your body if these handles weren't present. Then I remembered that my chair in India had no such obstacles."

"Oh." She murmured eyes glittering, happy with his elucidation.

He loved seeing her smile, it was like rays sunshine through a ice cold breeze. He cupped the side of her face and rubbed the base of his thumb against her high cheek bone.

"I want to take you on that chair, in India." He whispered, dazedly.

"You want to take me to India?"

"Yes." His admitted, grinning widely. It was amusing that he couldn't be coy around her.

"Would you like that?" He asked. Despite the carefree tone of his voice, Khan was experiencing an unsettling feeling. He needed her to come with him, the idea of leaving her behind bothered him more than he cared to admit.

She contemplated his request for a long, agonizing minute. It was impossible for him to read her.

"Will we never return to here?" She asked.

"You want to come back?" He was surprised by this. He had weighed the odds and was a trifle confident that she would be pleased to leave.

She averted her gaze uncertainly.

"I don't know." She confessed "I don't understand this feeling I feel."

His eyes shivered, trying to understand her confliction.

"What is it that you feel?"

"The place that housed my slavery was also the place that I found my freedom." She looked to him. "I feel a strange, connection to it."

"It's understandable, very understandable." He agreed softly and attentively. She fell silent and began to trace the breadth of his shoulders absentmindedly.

"I'll be visiting occasionally to see to the construction and trade related matters. You may accompany me if you wish." He propositioned. She raised her eyes to his and smiled slowly.

"Yes, I want that."

Khan smirked. It was settled, she was accompanying him to India.

Abruptly her smile fell and that same pensive, passive expression took over.

"Ashera and Sabaa." She whispered.

"What about them?" He inquired with his probing gaze.

"They asked me a question that angered me yesterday." She said her arms dropping to her sides "They asked me who their master is and when I said no one Ashera said 'then what is the purpose of our existence'?"

"What did you say?"

"That is what angered me, I did not know what to say." She clipped out with a exasperated heave of her shoulders "For so long my anger was what made me survive but I did not contemplate victory. What do I do now that I have no opposers?"

Khan's hardened features softened lovingly. He lowered his hands to hers and began to soothingly stroke her open palms, his touch gently sliding up her tough skin.

"People like us. " He began to say "The ones that strive for independence and power. We will always have people who oppose us."

"But I have none of what Augments possess, I am but a warrior." She argued. Khan shot her a look of disapproval.

"Is that the Apello I hear?" He wondered contemptuously, his brow arched. She scowled betrayed by his question. He held her the beginnings of detachment in her eyes with a firm gaze.

"You define your own worth, not the people that made you." He stated factually.

She blinked, stunned and confused by his words.

"What do you mean?" She voiced her doubts.

"I mean, find your strengths and use it how you see fit and I think I know just where you will be useful."

"Where?" She demanded, desperate for an answer.

"We need a trainer for the recruits someone to teach them what it means to fight." He expressed "It was initially Susan's job but she has long left her post."

"I do not think their Augment ego will be able to tolerate my constant belittling." She pointed out. Khan deduced as much. Augment egos did not appreciate being told what to do from anyone outside their species. After all inferiority cannot breed superiority.

Zahara however had proved otherwise, even if she didn't see it yet.

"They will be the one who will not make it easy with their words." He warned. Her golden gaze sharply met his and she slanted him a wicked smile.

"I never said I'll use my words." She said. His heart raced, his arousal could no longer be ignored.

However, their breakfast could.

Khan cupped her under her thighs and stood up, lifting her up with him. Zahara was startled by his sudden movements and was not given a moment to question his motives. It was apparent in the next few seconds when he settled her on the edge of his table.

Khan didn't waste any time and moved aside an obstacles and claimed her, inch by throbbing inch. She was still wet and hot and clenched tightly around him, Khan saw stars.

"How do you do this to me?" He grounded out planting his hands on the surface of the table, struggling to stay in control, his entire body trembling in lust.

"I didn't do anything." She bit back, alarmed by his actions yet ridden with pleasure.

"That's what's so damning." He whispered harshly, tortured by the multitude of sensations. He thrust forward and began to increase in pace. Zahara instinctively wrapped her legs around his trim waist, her fingers curved around the edge of the desks, nails digging into the wood at each powerful plunge.

"Everything about you Zahara." He murmured, burying his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent.

The Wahashi was trembling in his arms unaccustomed to the feelings that surged through her. Lust, thrill, fear. His reaction had been unpredictable and sudden, it had shaken her. But she couldn't resist him now as he began to bring her pleasure once again, granting her what she had been wanting since she found him reading at his desk.

"I am not going to apologize." She argued reluctantly, assuming that's what he intended. Khan laughed breathlessly against her skin. He leaned back to gaze into her eyes as his hands steadied on her thighs, his fingers sinking into her flesh.

"Never." He said, pressing his forehead against hers and brushing his lips in a bruising intensity over hers.

"Not ever." He stated confidently.