bakerstreet | Pillow Fort meme;

About why you find it insulting? Yes. Because frankly that reaction - it didn't seem like revulsion. It was to quick, to instinctual - like you were defending yourself.

_{[ He sits patiently in his lap, waiting. Khan could say all he wanted,
but Kirk wanted to KNOW why. He could make guesses from what little he
knew, but it would be better to hear it straight from
Khan. ]}

It's a display of dominance.

[Kirk certainly gave the impression of not understanding. Maybe he could be excused for his ignorance. He didn't grow up in a world that revolved around Khan's kind.]

From a creature who should know better.

_{[ It was what he had taken it for, but better to know for sure than to
assume - especially with someone like Khan. Assumptions were a very bad
thing with him, though to often he found himself having to rely on them. He
tilted his head at him and chuckled softly. ]}

I would think you should know better than to believe that I think you're a superior race.

Don't try my patience. I have killed for far less.

[As difficult as it might be to believe, Khan wasn't actually trying to make a threat. It was simple fact, and he wasn't exactly proud of it.]

But you won't.

_{[ It's said with simple surety, even so close like this, nestled in
his lap and bare inches from the others hands that could choke the life
from him. His blue eyes are calm as he gazed the other, unafraid. ]}

No, I won't kill you.

But I won't hesitate to break every bone in your body and throw what's left of you through the sickbay door if that's what it takes to curb my desire to kill you.

[Fear wan't what Khan was looking for, though it would be a much more acceptable alternative than blithe disregard. Kirk deigning to show a little discretion would be ideal, if he's even capable of it.]

You see, all that says to me is you need a healthier way of dealing with your anger management issues.

_{[ He rolled his eyes, because after awhile the threats stopped meaning something. He knew Khan was capable of them, had seen the things he was capable of. Was it dangerous to be so blithe? Perhaps. But in this moment he thought he could risk it. He wasn't exactly wrong either. After all, Khan's last attempts with violence had not worked out so well for him. ]}

But I'm touched you won't actually kill me.

[His "anger management issues?" It was very unlikely that Kirk realized that this sort of terminology had been invented in Khan's lifetime. The only thing more ridiculously absurd than the "Politically Correct" phrasing was that Kirk had spoken the words in complete sincerity. It wasn't the sort of sincerity his worried psychoanalysts used, either. It was a quip made by someone who had sought out the warmth of Khan's body without bothering with the ten foot pole.

He burst out laughing, the brooding tension fading quickly.]

_{[ He did not realize, and to be honest the laughter took him back more than any of the other man's threats ever had. It sounded foreign coming from his lips, the sound of a laugh, but it sounded... good, too. As many reasons as Kirk had to dislike the man, even hate him, he could not help but wish things had been different for Khan and his ilk. They had not deserved their fates.

He smiled and laughed with him, catching his breath. ]}

You should laugh more. It doesn't sound half bad coming from you.

[If Khan accepted that humans (Terrans, Khan was technically a Terran as well, he was even officially classified as a human subspecies by genetic criteria) were not a species of lower animal suitable only as pets or pests, he would also have to admit that he was no longer their god. He would have to concede that Kirk was not an ill-behaved dog to be put in his place, or failing that he would have to be aggressively culled from the genetic pool for the sake of ensuring good temperament in future generations. If that was true, then being nipped in the face by a creature who could do him no physical harm was not a justification to put him down immediately, or ever.

All of the ramifications of this novel philosophical viewpoint formed in Khan's mind with lightning speed, though it took him entire seconds to mull it over. The most important reason Khan was willing to consider this was not that he would have a much easier time navigating modern society if he adopted the prevailing attitudes, though that was definitely true. What finally convinced Khan to accept, on a provisional basis, what his rehabilitators had been pressing for all along was that he actually found James T. Kirk's irrepressibly irreverent behavior endearing. It certainly didn't hurt that the Captain was just as smugly arrogant and physically attractive as Khan's own kind, despite his hopelessly inferior pedigree.]

Keep up with this shameless impudence and you just might hear it again. You've committed a crime which would have earned you the death penalty three hundred years ago. What could you possibly do to top that?

[Yes, Khan had just issued Kirk a direct challenge. Who in their right mind would dare test their luck any further?]

_{[ Well, if Khan asked, Kirk would have told him in no uncertain terms that he hardly thought of Khan as a god. Was he genetically modified? Yes, and while that gave him certain advantages, it certainly did not make him a god or make him better. With that kind of thinking, every planet in the Federation would be set against each other, trying to rule. It was, he thought, precisely what the Klingons thought in some way. And he liked to think that Khan was better than the Klingon, that he still had the best parts of being human inside of him, even if the circumstances of his creation had buried them.

What did pedigree or blood matter? In the end, they were all different, living in a unique and beautiful universe. The differences between them did not make them better than the other - together they made them stronger.

He raised a brow at the challenge, for challenge it was, was it not? Though the charges laid against him were hardly anything new. He'd heard them more than once before from the mouths of the admiralty, who would no doubt be having a fit if they saw him in his current position. ]}

I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm really pretty good at cheating death.

_{[ And what else was there to top this but the most brazen act of all? One he had asked about earlier and flirted with, but not yet dared.

He leaned in slowly, as if to give Khan time to turn him away, but if he did not his lips would press to the other man's, soft and inviting rather than demanding, fingers moving to press against his chest lightly as if to balance himself. ]}

[Khan wouldn't have asked. Kirk's puerile and inarticulate beliefs had been indoctrinated in kindergarten and had remained unexamined ever since. The instability of Klingon psychology and weaknesses in their military approach, however, might be a topic worth pursuing. As for the upper brass in Starfleet, their arguments had stopped mattering when Khan had been taken into Federation custody. Even a war criminal of Khan's caliber was entitled to compassionate confinement and earnest efforts at rehabilitation. Khan strongly suspected that this was at the adamant insistence of the Vulcan people, it certainly wasn't a natural inclination of Terrans. Khan would not have hesitated to order his own execution and he would have made sure it was carried out before the matter was brought to civilian awareness. All the admiralty could do now was gnash its teeth while Khan constructed pillow forts during therapeutic visitation.

Khan might have brought up how much expert help Kirk had required in order to defy death, but he had no desire to interrupt the current proceedings. Yes, Khan had kissed others before, but it had always been a symbolic gesture of his ownership. There was never any shortage of volunteers. By human standards Khan's kisses were forceful, devouring, unforgiving, rapacious, fulfilling their compelling sexual fantasies of being overpowered by something so overwhelmingly fierce and beautiful.

This was completely different.

Though completely willing, at first Khan responded only tentatively. The gentleness was so strange, not just a foreign sensation but a foreign concept altogether. There was a distinct pleasantness to it, both in terms of physical feel and the odd psychological peacefulness of the whisper-light touch. Khan would adapt, and quickly, to any attempts Kirk made to deepen or lighten the kiss.]

_{[ Kirk honestly had to wonder if Khan had ever done anything gently in
his life. Not because he was not capable of it, but because the
circumstances of his life had not allowed it. Had the man ever experience
anything tender with someone else, or was much of it a battle for dominance
on some private scale that was yet elevated?}

_{His fingers slid up to brush across the sharp arch of his cheek as he
pressed a little harder into the kiss. It was anything but domineering -
the gentle suck and the flick of his tongue across the bottom curve an
invitation rather than a demand. A slight intake of breath was the only
indication of his surprise at the passing taste he had gotten of the man,
something like iron, but sharper than that. It wasn't anything he had
tasted before and his experiences were rather numerous and varied.}

_{It made him curious, tongue darting out again to caress Khan's lips, a
touch of teasing in the gesture now. ]}

[Khan had mentally prepared himself for the likely possibility that some incidental part of this experience would trigger his misplaced aggressive instinct. It surprised him that this hadn't happened yet. With the sort of novel approach (novel to Khan) that Kirk was using, it might not even happen at all. Even biting might be within tolerable limits.

Now he was curious about what this experience was like for the the one who had initiated the kiss. It had to be strange on some level, even though their obvious metabolic differences might be undetectable to a human's dull senses. Were they? So many humans, thousands belonging to him and to numerous others of his kind, constantly surrounding him and tending to his practical needs and all of his whims on a daily basis, and Khan had never bothered to ask.

A smile parted Khan's lips, enough to serve as a definite invitation, at Kirk's interest in exploring further. There was no change in heart rate, no noticeable evidence that this was some sort of momentous threshold, but curiosity had a scent. Theirs was mingling where skin touched skin, but Kirk's had a flavor distinct from Khan's own. He had never encountered it before without the overwhelming smell of fear masking the all the subtle nuances.

Come, he thought, though his engineering had eliminated every trace of the residual psionic sensitivity that the natural human species possessed. Have a bigger taste. With that, he brushed his tongue with infinite delicacy against Kirk's.]

_{[ It was intriguing, to say the least, aware that even though he was touching human lips they were not quite human either. They were something different, unique in the universe even if their birth came from something to cruel to contemplate. At every moment he expected those lips to turn hard, for the animal in Khan to come out, yet those lips remained soft and giving beneath his. Slowly his arms wound around Khan's shoulders, bringing himself in closer so their chests touched and their hips were flush.

The touch of Khan's touch sent an electric shock through him, making his head fuzzy for a heartbeat. He drew back the barest millimeter before pushing back against his mouth, tongue following Khan's back between his lips. The taste of him was stronger here, a rush of hot iron and something bitter with a twist of sweet. It was a kaleidoscope of taste, the softest of moans rising up and thrumming between them. ]}

[Khan had ample practice handling Earth's living creatures in a humane fashion, including humans themselves, using a firm-but-gentle hold to minimize fear, pain, and injury. That was simply a matter of ethical responsibility. He was also quite proficient with manipulating inanimate objects which were sometimes far more fragile.

The closest frame of reference he had for this was his experience with such objects. Right now he was treating Kirk's body with the delicate touch he would use with an eggshell. The approach had so far been an unqualified success, and Khan lifted one hand so he could try running his fingers through the hair on the back of Kirk's head, with just enough light touch pressure that he wasn't even forcing their mouths together. It was strange, but very pleasant. Perhaps this galaxy-class rake pressed against his body actually did have something to teach him? Khan was definitely interested in finding out, and so he resisted the impulse to launch an aggressive attack to claim the inside of Kirk's mouth, instead inviting the other to experience his own mouth as deeply as he liked. As deeply as he could.

When human scientists had sought to distill the pure essence of the naturally occurring traits of their Caesars, their Napoleons, their Genghis Khans, they had been aiming to create effective generals who could be hunted down like evil robots if they went rogue. How ironic that by creating the human version of perfection, they had also created something humans instinctively found irresistibly charismatic, making them nearly immune to human control. They had inadvertently restored the vestigial, extinct human pheromone production, and to a level so unnaturally high that some humans were actually able to detect it with the handful of weak, mutated receptors that evolution had never bothered to do away with completely.]

_{[ Khan's definition of human and Kirk's was probably very different. The idea that Khan could own anyone was inhumane in his book, but luckily this was not a discussion of their differences in ethics. It wouldn't have helped that Khan's entire race was an affront to what he thought ethical in the first place, though that was no fault of Khan's.

On some level he recognized that Khan was being gentle with him, aware that Khan had the strength to crush him if he really wanted to. But no, his fingers were brushing along the back of his neck, and there was no fear, only a shiver of anticipation and pleasure. Kirk liked a bit of rough in his bed play, a bit of domination, but there was something infinitely more erotic to Khan's gentle touches that fed the ache growing between his legs.

He titled his head, changing the angle of the kiss, the pressure of it. His tongue stroked against Khan's, caressed the little hills and hidden places. He slid his fingers up along the back of Khan's neck, brushing along the fine hairs before taking a full grip of thick, dark hair. Teeth scraped against Khan's lips but did not bite, fingers deftly buried in his hair without gripping in control. He head learned from earlier, each suck and lick against his mouth a curious exploration of the other man. Tentatively he rolled his hips against Khan's, unashamed (mostly) of the beginnings of arousal he was sure the other could feel. ]}

[Khan let go and turned his head decisively to one side, breaking the kiss. When he faced Kirk again it was with his chin tipped down far enough that Kirk couldn't reach his mouth to resume immediately. As much fun as Khan was having, this particular form of intimacy was only tangentially related to sex for him instead of directly linked. It would be better to interrupt now than allow Kirk's frustration to build any further.]

This is the corner you've painted yourself into. How do you expect this to progress? Did you think I would bend over for you? Are you planning to submit to me? Or does this stop here?

_{[ Disappointment flared when the kiss was broken. Khan's taste lingered on his tongue, the pressure of his mouth a faint tingle on his lips. He knew the tactic of keeping his chin tucked like that and he gave a short growl in protest, fingers clamping on the back of his neck. ]}

I think you can feel my answer. I think that this moment is really about what you want, Khan.

_{[ He tilted his head, brushing his nose against those deadly cheekbones. ]}

You don't have to take me. I'm willing, if you want it.

[Khan blinked in quizzical surprise. That was the last answer that he would have expected, particularly because Kirk seemed to be implying that the act wasn't necessarily a fight for dominance. Now Khan was really intrigued. The entire concept was so fascinating that he wasn't even self-conscious about sounding like a clueless virgin, despite having kept an actual harem.]

How would that even work?

You give a little, I give a little. Back and forth and we figure out what each of us likes and we just... Go with it.

[ It was the only way he new how to explain such intimacy, two people coming together for pleasure rather than a need to dominate or submit. He had a feeling he would end up on bottom, but that didn't bother him so long as Khan found pleasure in it. Kirk had always been about pleasing his partners, first and foremost.

His hands slid beneath Khan's shirt as he spoke, brushing up the length of his spine before slipping around to the front to ghost the pads of his fingers over his nipples. ]

[Khan huffed a laugh under his breath. How charming that Kirk thought Khan needed a lesson on the philosophy of cooperation for mutual benefit. No, it was far simpler than that. Khan's sexual technique involved numerous variations on a single theme, which was pinning his partner face first against the nearest firm surface and immediately have his way with them.]

I meant in a mechanical sense. I doubt--

[The touch of Kirk's hands on Khan's bare skin was so overwhelmingly arousing that it derailed the Augment's entire train of thought. His body tensed and he drew in a sharp breath through gritted teeth, eyes snapping shut and head tilting back. Kirk might or might not notice, because of their position, that they were both hard now.]

_{[ A little thrill of victory warmed him when the other cut himself off mid-sentence. That same sensation flared hotter at the sound of that sharpened breath, watching his head tilt back to expose his neck. He leaned in, brushing his lips down along his pulse, nuzzling into the crook as he laughed softly. Quite purposefully he pushed his hips in and down, setting pressure against the other's erection. ]}

First time anyone's touched you there?

_{[ He leaned back enough to strip off his shirt, figuring that Khan would respond better if he put himself in the position of vulnerability first. His fingers returned to Khan's shirt, easing it upwards slowly so that his fingers scraped against his skin as he pushed it up. He paused at his nipples again, rolling them with his thumbs as he waited to see if Khan would let him divest him of his shirt entirely. ]}

[Khan's laugh was a bit more robust, rumbling in his throat against Kirk's lips. Just for the novelty of it, he kept his head tilted back to allow Kirk to continue mouthing at the most efficient location for delivering a lethal bite. This wasn't just a violent dominant act, it was the final victory move of an interpersonal conflict so serious that had turned lethal. The strangest part of it was that this human seemed utterly oblivious, Kirk was treating it as an act of casual affection. How could they be so very closely related in genetic terms with totally different basic survival instincts? They might as well have evolved in different star systems.

Khan not only finished the act of stripping off his own shirt, he then leaned back to lie flat on the floor with Kirk looming over him as the Captain had originally intended. Actively embracing the position of physical vulnerability, even if it was strictly symbolic, was a blatant act of rebellion on the Augment's part. A rebellion against the laws of nature themselves. Khan rather enjoyed playing the rebel, even if he would never embrace the role quite as completely as Kirk did.]

Do you want an answer?

_{[ Something in Kirk tells him that Khan is acting quite abnormal for who and what he was. His race, supposedly genetically perfect, had also backtracked in some ways. Humans still communicated through violence, but it was not the ultimate way to express dominance between them anymore, or even the best way to get what you wanted. Physical strength no longer equated to being the strongest or the best or most qualified.

But for a man like Khan, a man who had expressed such displeasure at merely being nipped moments before, Kirk was sure that violence, that physical dominance, was quite important as it was in many animals. It made him appreciate the other laying back. While it could potentially be a trap, he did not think so, and his mouth resumed its place at his throat before beginning to travel down. ]}

I think I have an idea, but one should never assume, right?

_{[ He looked up at Khan through the veil of his lashes before continuing to down his chest, tongue licking a wet trail across his skin, following the hills and hollows of his throat and collar bones. He nibbled along the arch of bone, nuzzled his way across the flatter planes of his chest until he came to his nipple. Quickly his tongue darted across the bud, followed just as fast by a blow of warm air between pursed lips. Sure he had the augment's attention, his lips closed around the nipple and sucked between his teeth, tongue rolling it this way and that.

With his mouth occupied, his hands flowed further down, working open Khan's trousers slowly and purposefully, kneading him through the fabric along his thighs and hips. ]}

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whoops, sorry this is a bit late

Yikes, I'm far worse! I really like this thread, I'm sorry I neglected it!

whoops, and real life is slowly eating me alive