Diplomatic Relations part 2/2 by Galenn Sinclair nuzzled down Neroon's neck, nibbled his shoulder. The oily secretion on the Minbari's skin tasted interesting -- not salty or sharp like sweat -- instead it was almost sweet. He rubbed his hands over Neroon's torso, found that Minbari nipples responded to stimulation much the same way human ones did. He toyed with the erect buds, gently pinching them while he licked and kissed Neroon's neck and shoulder. "Aah!" Neroon cried out as he pinched again. "What are you--?" Sinclair stopped suddenly, alarmed that he may have hurt Neroon. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "most people I've been with find that...pleasant." Neroon was breathing hard, his eyes wide and somewhat feral as he turned in Sinclair's arms to face him. "So do I," he rasped, "but I was...not expecting it." "Sorry," Sinclair whispered. His rational mind was still screaming at him over the possible consequences, but the rest of him was too busy realizing just how attractive the powerfully built Minbari was. "Do you -- is there somewhere we can lie down?" he found himself asking. "Minbari beds are... not built for this kind of thing." "No, they are not," Neroon answered with a slight smile. "I begin to understand why you humans sleep in flat beds..." Sinclair grinned at that and said, "It does make -- certain activities a little easier." _What am I *doing*?_ he asked himself as he pulled his shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it aside. "The rug is thick and warm," Neroon purred, pulling Sinclair down right in the middle of the room. Once Sinclair stretched out, Neroon ran his hands over his torso again, pausing to toy with some of his chest hair. "This is so -- different," he murmured, leaning down to nuzzle Sinclair's shoulder and neck. Again he took a deep breath, letting the warm, musky scent wash over him. He let out the breath in a soft moan, and asked, "Why do you smell so *good* now?" Sinclair smiled as Neroon returned to exploring his torso, following the line of hair down to where it disappeared under the waistband of his sweats. "There are different chemicals in our sweat depending on what's going on in our bodies -- when we're aroused, we often send out chemicals that are *supposed* to smell good, to attract a partner." "You can control this?" Neroon asked, looking at Sinclair with some surprise. "No," Sinclair answered, smiling broadly, "Not at all. It just -- ooooh..." He trailed off into a moan as Neroon's hand slid under his waistband, still toying with the hair -- until it brushed against his erection. "Ooh -- yes." Neroon smiled, pulled his hand back out, then used both hands to pull Sinclair's sweats and briefs down, freeing the straining erection. "All this hair," Neroon murmured, "One would think you humans live on the colder world!" He bent to inspect the shaft, gently stroking it and watching with amusement as it bobbed at his touch. Then he turned his attention to the furred balls, cupping them in his palm and probing at them with his other hand. Sinclair moaned raggedly and arched back into the rug. "Neroon!" _I can't blame him for being curious, but the xenobiology lesson's getting a little too long here..._ he thought as Neroon continued to examine him. Neroon returned his attention to Sinclair's cock, taking it in one hand and probing at the slit with the tip of his index finger. Sinclair groaned and convulsively grasped at the rug. "It seems your kind are built -- somewhat -- like us, but there are some differences. And you have this *hair* all over the place..." He continued fingering Sinclair's cock, probing at the slit then running his finger lightly over the head. When Sinclair shuddered helplessly, Neroon smiled. "You like being touched there," the warrior whispered. "It's very -- oooh...pleasant," Sinclair breathed, reaching for Neroon's trousers. "But I think that it's time for you to join me, instead of just...satisfying your curiosity about human physiology..." "Do you?" Neroon asked with a sly smile, withdrawing his teasing hands and unfastening his trousers. "Then you should remove the rest of your clothing, too." Sinclair smiled and sat up, pulled off the soft boots most of them wore indoors, then tugged his sweats and briefs the rest of the way off. He watched as Neroon pulled his own boots off, grinned as the warrior reflexively curled his toes into the thick rug. "What?" Neroon asked, noticing his expression and following his gaze. "I was just doing the same thing -- feels good to relax like that, doesn't it," Sinclair answered, motioning towards his own feet. "Something we don't get to do often enough..." Neroon smiled slightly and admitted, "True. There is always something that demands attention... It is good to be able to find some time for oneself occasionally." "And even better, sometimes, to find someone to share that time with," Sinclair murmured softly, reaching out to trace along Neroon's muscular shoulders. Neroon met his gaze, surprised by the hunger and heat in it. So, *this* was what lay hidden under the calm serenity... A part of him was very glad Sinclair's soul held so much fire -- if he truly was what Delenn and the others claimed, then at least he had the strength and spark of a *warrior*. He smiled slightly and said, "Yes, much better..." then tugged his trousers down, watching the hunger in Sinclair's eyes flare. Sinclair couldn't help staring as Neroon stripped out of his remaining clothes. The warrior stretched and lay back on the rug, boldly displaying himself, and Sinclair eyed him appreciatively. The warrior was solidly, powerfully built -- everywhere. Sinclair reached out, laid a warm hand on one of the muscled thighs and gently stroked up and down. The skin was smooth and soft over steely muscles, the lack of hair and the oily secretion adding to the smoothness. Sinclair smiled and lightened his touch, trailing fingertips slowly towards Neroon's groin, licked his lips as Neroon's already thick cock thickened further and rose proudly between the powerful thighs. He was intrigued to see a pattern of blue colouring that spread from the tip of Neroon's penis and partway up the thick shaft, trailing to a point. "I thought that colouring was just around your crest," Sinclair purred, tracing along the irregular edge and smiling as the colour deepened with the blood engorging the organ. "Now -- ooh -- now you know better," Neroon groaned. He was now fully erect and the blue colouring was nearly purple. Sinclair grasped the shaft and gently pumped a couple of times, relishing the feel of smooth oiled skin over a core of hot steel. Neroon groaned again and splayed his legs slightly, sighed softly as Sinclair slid his hand down the thick shaft and between the powerful thighs -- and stopped, surprised. "What's wrong?" Neroon asked, his voice thick with desire. Sinclair's questing fingers were driving him mad, but the human seemed confused. "Um...where are--" he trailed off, realizing that a moment ago he couldn't feel any sign of testicles but as he continued to stroke and probe they seemed to be lowering into his hand. "What--?" "As you know by now," Neroon answered, "Minbar is a much colder world than Earth." Sinclair smiled, understanding, and gently fondled the tight sac. "When we get very cold, our testicles tend to draw up towards the body, but they don't -- disappear like that... I don't know why I expected you to be built just like a human here..." Neroon groaned as Sinclair very gently squeezed his balls, then said, "I hope I'm not -- too alien for you." Sinclair smiled slyly and asked, "What do you think?" and then bent to lick up the precum dribbling from Neroon's cock. Again, the taste was slightly sweeter than he had expected, and very pleasant. He purred appreciatively and lapped at the head of Neroon's cock, tongue-tip teasing at the opening, then circling the head and toying with the foreskin. He noted absently that the foreskin, while similar to his own, seemed to secrete more of the oily fluid that was the Minbari substitute for sweat, acting as a natural lubrication for the thick cock. _My god,_ he thought, taking Neroon's pulsing organ into his mouth, _I don't know if that trait developed for any specific reason, but I think I want him to take advantage of it!_ Neroon was moaning, arching up into his mouth as he began to suck in earnest. The warrior's eyes were wide in surprise at the pleasure Sinclair's mouth was bringing -- he found it very hard to believe the human hadn't been with any other Minbari... "Aah -- Valen!" he groaned as Sinclair tried to deep-throat his cock and found he had to back off. "If you don't stop now, I will--" Sinclair let his cock go and looked up, feigning innocence. "Yes, Satai?" Neroon growled low in his throat and sat up, then continued forward in one fluid movement and grabbed Sinclair by the shoulders. With a grunt, Sinclair suddenly found himself on his back again, with Neroon pinning him down and kissing him feverishly. He groaned into Neroon's mouth, wrapped his arms about the strong Minbari and ground his aching erection against Neroon's belly. When Neroon finally broke the savage kiss, he panted raggedly and whispered, "Take me, Neroon. I want to feel you *inside* me!" Neroon blinked in surprise at the request and studied Sinclair's face. Yes, he *was* serious! "What?" Sinclair asked, seeing the surprise taking over in Neroon's features. "Did I say something wrong? I -- I thought you wanted it, too," he said softly. "I didn't mean to offend you..." "Not offend," Neroon explained, "just surprise..." He reached up to gently stroke Sinclair's cheek, then continued, "Naturally, I expected to take you, as I am--" Sinclair cut him off, asking, "You *expected*? Just when did you start *expecting* that I would want you to take me?" He was far more curious than annoyed, but Neroon's arrogance had put him off a little. Neroon frowned and rolled off Sinclair, settling on his side on the rug. "When it became obvious that this was leading to sex -- I...I am Satai and you are -- are..." "Human? *Alien*?" Sinclair asked, realizing he had run into yet another cultural difference. _Tell me you're more evolved than that, Neroon,_ he thought, gazing into the dark eyes. "Of lesser rank?" he finally pushed, already knowing what the answer would be. Neroon lowered his eyes, seeing the disappointment in Sinclair's face. "We have a very structured society," he explained. "It is the way it is." Sinclair smiled sadly and reached out to gently stroke Neroon's lips, then asked, "Does this mean that no one ever takes you?" Neroon blinked, surprised again. "Not since -- not in a while." "Not since Branmer died," Sinclair murmured. He could see the sadness in Neroon's eyes, realized that this was not the time for this subject. Neroon shook his head and softly whispered, "Not since Branmer." "Not even if you *want* it?" Sinclair asked, suddenly feeling sorry for Neroon and all his fellows. Life in EarthForce had been structured, but for the most part, personal lifestyles were left up to individual choice. Colour rose in Neroon's cheeks, but he answered calmly, "Not even if I want it. I am Satai; I am clan leader..." "Well, Satai," Sinclair began with a sly grin, "Maybe -- if you can overlook this *alien's* terrible ignorance of your ways -- we can remedy that situation..." Neroon looked shocked, but he did smile, and Sinclair could see his erection rapidly returning. _Aah, much better..._ "Perhaps..." "But for now, I really *meant* it when I said I want you inside me," Sinclair purred, reaching up to fondle the edge of Neroon's crest. Neroon hummed appreciatively and leaned closer again, then asked, quite seriously, "You enjoy being taken, despite the connotations it may have?" "Of course, Neroon!" Sinclair said with a broad grin, "It *feels good* -- isn't that what matters?" Neroon snorted and lifted himself up on one elbow, stroking Sinclair's side with the other hand. "You humans are so *undisciplined*!" "There are certain situations where that can be a very handy trait," Sinclair defended himself with a smile, pulling Neroon close again so that the warrior had him loosely pinned. "Perhaps you should show me the pinnacle of Minbari discipline, Satai Neroon..." The way Sinclair purred 'Neroon' sent a shiver through the warrior Satai. His blood was boiling, and Sinclair continued to tease him on purpose. He nuzzled Sinclair's neck, licked and nibbled his throat. The hand on Sinclair's side slid down to his hip and pulled, rolling Sinclair onto his side against him. Strong fingers dug into Sinclair's buttocks, making him groan and arch against him. "God, yes..." Sinclair murmured against Neroon's chest, "please." Neroon smiled and let his hand slide further, his fingers dipping into the crevice, gently probing at Sinclair's anus. Sinclair groaned low in his throat as Neroon eased a finger into him, sliding easily past the tight ring of muscle. Neroon smiled smugly as Sinclair gasped and squirmed against him, rolling onto his stomach to give Neroon better access. Neroon slowly slid his finger out and shoved it back in, relishing the way Sinclair's muscles clutched at him; the ragged moan as he pressed as deep as possible, the sensuous wiggle of hips to ask for more... And with Sinclair asking so enticingly, who was he to refuse him? A second finger joined the first, sliding deep with a little more effort, stretching Sinclair and preparing him for what was to come. Sinclair groaned as Neroon thrust into him again, feeling the hunger flare as his body slowly relaxed to accept the invasion. It had been a while, but he was incredibly aroused, and the small amount of pain was nothing compared to the glorious feeling of being filled. He could hear Neroon's breath coming faster, could feel Neroon's cock bumping against his hip. He turned his head to look at the Minbari and saw the growing hunger in the dark eyes. There was something incredibly exciting about the lust in the warrior's expression. This was not going to be gentle lovemaking -- it was going to be a hot, hard fuck, and right now that was exactly what Sinclair wanted. There would be time enough to teach Neroon the nuances of human sex *later*. For now... "God, Neroon, please take me," he whispered hungrily. He heard Neroon grunt in some kind of agreement, then suddenly the fingers withdrew and he barely restrained a whimper at the emptiness. _Patience, Jeffrey,_ he thought, already knowing he couldn't follow that advice. Neroon was sitting up, moving to kneel between his legs. The warrior's breath came in harsh pants as he struggled to contain his own lust. During the preparation, Sinclair had spread his legs wide, displaying himself almost wantonly. The muscular backside before him, furred balls visible between the spread legs and his objective also plainly visible all served to inflame Neroon further -- he could wait no longer... Strong hands grasped Sinclair's hips as Neroon positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against Sinclair's anus. Then, with one smooth, brutal thrust, he impaled Sinclair, sinking in to the hilt with a long growling sigh. Sinclair moaned as the thick cock plunged into him, his body opening hungrily to accept the invader. He couldn't help pressing back to meet the thrust, despite the pain of being stretched so much so suddenly. It was a sweet pain, and it faded quickly, leaving behind only the hunger and the burning pleasure. Neroon leaned close and whispered, "I hope you're as ready for this as I am..." "Yes," Sinclair breathed, gently squeezing his muscles around Neroon's member, a part of his mind thinking about how sore he'd be later but rapidly being overtaken by the hunger and that thought that he'd never had anyone that big inside him before... "Oh god, *yes*, Neroon..." "Good," came the reply in a low, rich growl. Neroon lay atop Sinclair for a moment, allowing his body time to adjust -- despite what Sinclair said, he wasn't certain the human really was ready for him. He drew his hands up Sinclair's sides, stroking and caressing, and listening to the subtle changes in his breathing. By the time he slid his hands along Sinclair's arms, encouraging him to move them forward above his head, he could tell Sinclair was truly ready for him. With one hand he pinned Sinclair's wrists, smiling a little smugly as he heard Sinclair gasp and felt the little shiver that ran through him. Then slowly, carefully, he began to move. Sinclair gasped again as Neroon drew back, withdrawing almost completely -- _Oh god -- maybe I'm not so ready... It's been too long and he's just too big--_ and then Neroon thrust deep again and all doubt fled. "Oh-god-*yes*," he groaned. Neroon gave an extra little twitch of his hips, forcing his organ even deeper, and sighed as Sinclair shuddered with helpless arousal. "So tight -- so hot! In Valen's name, Sinclair -- I cannot hold back." "Then don't," came the whispered answer as Sinclair turned his head to try to see Neroon. The warrior leaned forward and captured Sinclair's mouth in an awkward kiss, and then he drew back again. This time he didn't pull out as far or as carefully, and he shoved back in much quicker. Sinclair grunted with the motion as the powerful body slammed into his -- no, this activity would *not* work well on a Minbari bed. Neroon rapidly built a rhythm, noticing that the deeper he stroked, the more Sinclair moaned and writhed under him. The sounds of his pleasure and the musky heat rising from him were weaving their way into Neroon's mind, inflaming his passions to heights he hadn't felt in a long time. This man -- this incredibly sexy, surprisingly powerful man -- was giving his body in complete and total surrender. It made his head spin, and the pleasure burn through him like fire in his veins. Sinclair moaned as Neroon fucked him mercilessly, grunting and even snarling like a wild thing at times while his heavy balls slapped against Sinclair's and his thick cock drove deep. This was the passion that lay hidden in the Minbari heart, locked away behind structure and honour. This was the fire, Sinclair realized, that had nearly obliterated his race once, and now it was unleashed again -- in a much less destructive, *much* more pleasant manner... With every thrust, Neroon's cock rubbed across Sinclair's prostate, the sensation almost too intense to bear. Sinclair was helpless to do anything more than moan his pleasure and clutch at the thick carpet. Soon -- it would be soon... With Neroon fucking him like that he would come without even touching his own cock -- it was too much pleasure for him to keep inside himself. Suddenly the angle of Neroon's strokes changed and the warrior growled something in a commanding tone. The only word Sinclair caught was 'kneel', but before he could remember how to form words to respond, Neroon was changing positions and pulling Sinclair with him. Neroon hauled him up to his hands and knees, pausing in his rhythm only long enough to make certain Sinclair could support himself, then grabbed Sinclair's hips with bruising fingers and drove deep. Neroon growled and resumed pumping, short, hard strokes ramming into Sinclair's body in pure animal rut. Sinclair moaned, his arms buckling and refusing to hold him under Neroon's savage onslaught. The pleasure was so intense it was short-circuiting his motor control and only Neroon's hands digging into his hips kept him from collapsing completely. Urged on by the ragged moan his mad thrusts forced out of Sinclair, Neroon snarled and leaned forward. He grasped Sinclair's shoulders and hauled him upright with him, then pulled him down hard into his lap. Sincalir gasped and twisted in Neroon's grasp, his head falling limply back against the warrior's muscular shoulder as Neroon pumped up into him. He moaned helplessly as Neroon's cock grew that impossible bit more and the Minbari's hips ground wildly into his, then suddenly Neroon was roaring in ecstacy and flooding him with gush after gush of hot cum. Neroon's orgasm triggered his own -- he screamed and arched back against the warrior, reaching back to grasp at Neroon's hips and pull the two of them tightly together in a shuddering, twitching tangle of limbs. "In Valen's NAME!" Neroon gasped as Sinclair's muscles clenched and squeezed him, continuing to stimulate him and prolong his orgasm even though all he could do was writhe into Sinclair's tight heat and watch Sinclair's cum spurt from his cock in time with the delicious spasms running through him. Finally the pleasure subsided and he felt Sinclair go limp against him, gasping for breath as if he'd run an endurance race. Neroon sighed and carefully eased Sinclair out of his lap, reluctantly letting his softening cock slide free of its tight haven. Then he carefully lowered Sinclair to the rug and lay down next to him, curling protectively around him as much as he could. Only then, once he was certain Sinclair was all right, did he allow the delicious lassitude to steal through his body. He was drifting, toying with the sweat-dampened hair at the back of Sinclair's neck when the human began to stir again. "Mmmn..." Sinclair purred, stretching lazily and leaning back against Neroon, "That was -- wonderful, Neroon!" "Hmmn," Neroon echoed, opening one eye and glancing at Sinclair lazily. "I must agree," he said, his voice a deep rumble just behind Sinclair's ear. "But -- you must tell me if I have hurt you," he added, reality reasserting itself as the afterglow began to fade. "No, Neroon, you haven't," Sinclair answered, turning to face the warrior. "I *will* be sore tomorrow, but as far as I'm concerned, that just proves we did it right." He smiled and chuckled slightly, and Neroon found himself smiling in response. "You don't do that very often," the warrior ventured, his hand resting gently over Sinclair's heart. "Not that specifically, no," Sinclair answered. "I'm afraid I actually tend to be the aggressive one more often. Although there are many more things than penetration that can be done," he said, ending in a suggestive tone. "Well, then," Neroon said, sitting up and helping Sinclair into a sitting position next to him, "Perhaps when you are not too busy with your normal diplomatic duties, you can come to instruct me in the ways in which we can -- improve relations between our people..." "I think," Sinclair began, gently reaching up to trace Neroon's lips, "that I would be more than happy to set aside some time in my schedule to do just that." He finished with a sly grin, leaning closer and kissing Neroon. When they broke apart again, he said, "Somehow, I think I may enjoy my -- position -- here after all..." end Babylon 5 is (c) 1997 PTEN & Babylonian Productions. This story is not intended to infringe on these copyrights. Diplomatic Relations is (c) 1997 Galenn