Datum: 26.03.00 21:19:44 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit From: arachnethe2@darmstadt.netsurf.de (Arachnethe2) Reply-to: ASCEML@onelist.com Title: Scream! Author: Arachnethe2 Series: TOS Code: NC-17 Pairing: K/S/? Disclaimer: Startrek is the property of Paramount Pictures, this is a piece of Amateur fan fiction, made for no profit. Summary: This is a sequel to "Dream". English is not my native language, please forgive me my errors. As always: my thanks belong to Greywolf the Wanderer ­ my editor. Scream! (TOS, K/S/?) Written by Arachnethe2 Again this dream. But this time the human was lying sprawled across the bed, his naked body exposed for all to admire. "Isn't he beautiful?" The voice whispered so close that its breath touched the skin of the listener's earlobe. The human shifted in his sleep a little, putting his arm behind his head. The muscles on his smooth chest and belly tightened. "Look at him," again this voice, "he is always like this in his sleep -- so relaxed, so full of peace." The smooth chest lifted itself up and down in a slow rhythm of calm breathing. There was a light there, although the source of it couldn't be determined. The soft golden rays bathed the body, caressing the light golden tone of the skin and the golden/copper colour of the hair on the forearms and the perfect shaped legs. That hair formed a faint trace, which led from the navel across the belly and spread itself farther down into the flanks, around the cock, over the groin. "I could watch him for hours," said the voice, "I could stare for ever at him, while he is sleeping like that, even now aware of his body, of the pleasure he could give to the others and to himself. Especially to himself..." The human moaned slightly and shifted again. His right hand touched his smooth chest even so slightly and moved down to the navel and up to the nipple in a slow, hypnotising motion. The face of the human flushed, the mouth opened revealing white teeth and the tip of a pink tongue, which licked those red lips in response to the fingers that were caressing the light golden skin. The small nipples hardened when the second hand joined the first one and started to pinch on them. The human arched his throat, a moan escaping him - louder this time. "Watch him," the voice purred, "watch him, while he is savouring himself, enjoying the sensation of his own touch." The human's cock started to grow, the red blood shooting into the veins; a drop of pearly moisture appeared at the tip. One hand left a nipple and touched the precum, spreading it all over the crown. The man moaned again - a loud sound of increasing arousal. The cock throbbed, lifting itself under the ministration of the fingertips. And then the hand left the straining hardness and the second one took its place, while those wet fingers wandered to the mouth. What was more beautiful? The tongue tasting himself, the crystal clear drops of sweat which glittered like glass pearls on the forehead, or the finest tremors of the long lashes, which trembled at the edges of the closed eyelids? The human turned on his side, the hand left the mouth and went back to disappear behind his hips, and then his whole body shuddered, the back arched, the head thrown backwards. And then those lean hips started to move, thrusting into the other hand, the cock rubbing itself over the skin of the palm, and with every move the edge of the ridge had to pass that thumb. Forward and backward. The sound of the human's moans increased. Forward... "Your own throat is dry," the voice said, "isn't it? Your breath is coming faster, isn't it? I see you can't, otherwise -- but watch and get aroused with every move, with every part of him." ...backward... "Touch yourself, while you are looking at him. Touch yourself to bring pleasure and release to your own body..." The breath got ever faster. Forwards... "...because you can't do anything else except this..." Wave after wave came over the golden body. The motions of the hips went on and on and the moans mixed with the sound of the deep velvet voice, which was everywhere like a rich honey dropping onto a wooden desk: "I have seen the hunger in your eyes when we both were there, I have seen the longing in them, which you tried to hide. Perhaps the others haven't registered it, but I have..." Move... "...but there is no chance for you, because he is mine..." ...move... "...so watch him, and scream his name, because it is all you can do..." Strong thrusts... "...watch him..." ...head arched back... "...scream his name..." "...watch him, he is mine..." The human exploded in his orgasm. "...he is mine,..." "...scream his name, he is mine, mine, mine..." James! JAMES!!! "James!" T'Pring stirred, hearing the voice coming from the house. She quickly left the terrace where she was standing, and headed to the bedroom, where she stopped at the threshold... ...and unable to move farther, she watched Stonn, helpless, writhing in his own orgasm, screaming the name of the human, his seed spreading all over his thighs. End