TITLE: "IMMORTALITY"

AUTHOR: Alison M. DOBELL

FANDOM: "Farscape"

PAIRING: JOHN/CRAIS

RATING: NC-17 *SLASH*

STATUS: New.

ARCHIVE: Yes. Just let me know where.

FEEDBACK: Welcomed

SERIES/SEQUEL: SEQUEL to "SACRIFICES"

The usual disclaimers apply. No infringement of copyright is intended.


"IMMORTALITY"
A "Farscape" slash story
Written by Alison M. DOBELL
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His head was spinning, lost in the beautiful sensations Crais was instilling in him, amazed at his tenderness and how well he aniticpated his needs. Naturally the telepathic link created by Talyn helped. For his part, Crais found himself enchanted by the human male. So gentle, so compassionate yet with a hidden strength that belied first impressions. To Crais, John
Crichton was an enigma, but an intriguing one. The more time he spent in his company the more he came to appreciate his unique qualities. What he had not expected was to find himself physically drawn to him. It was strange. Alluring. Seductive. Both had now divested themselves of their clothing, writhing in a slow naked tangle of limbs on the pod bay. Taking their time to explore each other. Crais did not want to hurt or alarm Crichton. Crichton was still connected to Talyn but not caring, his senses craving more and more contact with Crais, his fingers drawing pictures in his mind as he explored the former Peace Keeper Captain with more than a scientist's
curiosity. Crais was kissing him deeply, his lips so sensuous and still gentle, surprised when Crichton's tongue probed deeper and deeper. Willing to take his cue from the human and reply in kind, loving the way he reacted when he became more demanding, his fingers touching and probing him much more intimately now. He could feel Crichton's body writhe beneath his, his hand stroking him up between his legs drawing ribbons of fire up his naked flesh.

<God, Crais, you're killing me>

Crais slowed down, concerned and immediately contrite. <I did not mean to hurt you, John..>

Crichton moaned softly in his mouth, rubbing himself up into his crotch. <Not what I meant, big guy>

He felt Crais chuckle darkly in his mind. <You may call me Bialar>

That amused Crichton. <What I have to fuck you before I get to use your first name?>

The humour was dark. <Only when we are alone, John. It is an intimacy I rarely share with others>

He wondered about that. Savouring his name over and over in his mind. <Bialar? Mmmm, I like that>

<Thank you>

Crichton chuckled, his hand now sliding down between his legs, enjoying the soft feel of the thick forrest that clothed his sex. The hairs longer and springier than they were in human males, but also softer and more sensual to the touch. Weird, exotic. He liked it. He felt Crais squirm a
little above him. <What's up?>

Crais dropped a hand on to Crichton's and guided him through the forrest until he was touching something firm and throbbing and unquestioningly male. As his hand closed around the firm shaft he felt Crais thrust slowly with his hips coaxing the action he wanted him to mimic with his hand. He inhaled a sharp breath, happy that their physiology was not that different after all.
Surprised that as he massaged his hand up and down the shaft a secretion leaked through the pores of his sheath and lubricated his hand. The action of hand and lubricant was doing crazy things to Crais, making him whimper darkly in the back of his throat, his hips moving in long slow thrusts elongating his penis still further, his breathing now coming in shorter harder bursts. The only things Crichton knew about Sebaccean physiology was what he had learnt from Aeryn. He had never seen a male Sebaccean unclothed let alone had the chance to explore one in quite such intimate detail but there was nothing quite like hands-on experience and he was a fast learner.

Crichton was so engrossed in exciting Crais, it took him a microt to realise that Crais had slid both hands between his legs. He moaned a little but kept up his pressure on Crais, not wanting to lose what had already been gained. Crais raised himself a little on his knees. Crichton was about to object but the kiss took on a new direction, the sweetness of Crais's tongue sending his thoughts spinning. Intoxicating, heightening his sexual desire in a quite unique way. He groaned with deepening desire, Crais slid a hand on to his erection and stroked his length, at first gently but then applying more pressure until he felt the breath in Crichton's throat catch. His other
hand was exploring his stomach, inside his thighs, found and handled his testicles making him jump and jerk until he got the touch right. Crichton was shaking now, so roused he was starting to leak, starting to lose focus.But Crais did not want him to come yet. He wanted to find a suitable opening. Crichton was getting so excited, was not sure how long he could frelling hang on. <What are you looking for, Bialar?>

<I want to be inside you, I am so close, so close...>

<There's an opening behind the testicles>

<The what?>

<Those sensitive sacs you're squeezing>

A pause. Crichton jerked as he squeezed him a little too hard. <Sorry. Yes>

Again the exploring hand, now he had found the opening, a finger exploring. <It is too narrow>

A sigh was escaping Crichton's lips. So hard to hang on. So hard. <No....it stretches but you have to work the opening wider>

<How?>

<First one finger, then two, then three...Gently...>

<Three?>

<Or if you're bigger, four. Then when the opening has been carefully stretched and lubricated to receive you, bingo>

A pause. Confusion. <Bingo?>

<Um yeah, it means you're ready to go ahead>

He heard and felt Crais grumble at this logic. <I have a better idea>

He was about to disagree with him when he felt Crais slide both hands under his ass cheeks and raise him slightly. <You may guide me now>

He was shaking his head. Crais was too big. He would tear him.

<Trust me John, I will not hurt you, and Talyn is here>

<Talyn?>

<He will monitor our coupling. There will be no pain>

Confused he let Crais position himself and nervously guided his elongated penis towards the opening. Crais wriggled slightly, the tip teasing the opening making Crichton groan softly. Crais smiled in his mind. <Relax> Talyn released his chemicals into Crichton slowly, the human relaxing and getting more and more aroused at the same time. A wonderful erotic feeling
he had no control over. He felt Crais enter him slowly, his penis snaking in and out. It was narrow and tapered at the end but much thicker towards the base and much longer than that of a human penis. Once he began penetrating, Crais rocked him, his penis going deeper and deeper with each thrust, the narrow head twitching inside him as it probed deeper. The sensations made
Crichton tremble, perspiration running down his face as Crais went right inside him, his penis twitching and flicking inside and rubbing up against his prostrate in a rythym that had him bucking and crying out with excitement.

<Now, Talyn>

Crichton was confused then felt something warm and organic fasten onto his penis, ribbed walls riding up him and drawing him in up to his testicles. His breath caught, the ribbed walls flexing and undulating with his penis inside it just as Crais twitched up hard against his prostrate deep
inside him. He arched his back and cried out as he came, the hot sperm exploding up the tube as Crais came inside him. His thoughts shattered like glass and scattered along with the last of his strength. Crais stayed inside him longer than a human male would have, his penis capable of mutiple orgasms. He rocked Crichton's world with the power of his sex, set every nerve tingling, every cell aware of him. When he had finished, Crais slide out gently causing no pain and no discomfort. He kissed his sweat soaked face, tasting his perspiration and sucking his face dry as he savoured him. Gentle hands stroked his chest, his thoughts considerate, caring. <How do you feel?>

Crichton's eyes were closed but then who needed to open them when you could not see anyway? <I feel wrecked>

There was a pause and he wondered if the translator microbes were having trouble again with his vocabulary. Then Crais chuckled. Crichton loved the way his voice vibrated deeply when he was in the throes of passion or like now, just after they had made love. It had a unique and very sexy
quality to it. <You mean you are tired?>

He sighed, content. <No Bialar, exhausted>

<Hrrmph>

<What's that supposed to mean?>

<Nothing>

<C'mon, it means something>

<I thought you would be, more....> He struggled for the word. <Energetic>

Stung, Crichton tried to sit up but could not. Not without throwing Crais off him and he was not about to do that. <Energetic?>

Crais realised he had somehow offended him. <I meant no offence>

<I'll have you know what we just did is pretty par for the course on Earth>

<John, I have no idea what you just said>

He paused then laughed softly. Crais ran his hands over his chest, loving the feel of the laughter vibrating beneath his hands. He bent down and kissed his chest, sucking and licking at his nipples. Crichton wriggled slightly with pleasure then realised his penis was still enclosed by the
tube. It seemed to be sucking on him like some kind of gentle biological hoover. <Uhm Bialar, what's that on my penis?>

Crais chuckled. <Is it uncomfortable?>

<No>

<Does it hurt?>

<No>

<What does the sensation feel like?>

He thought about that. <Uh, comfortable. Slightly erotic. I think it's making me hard again>

He felt something that could have been approval. A hand stroked his damp hair then tenderly outlined the contours of his face. The touch was oddly soothing. <Go to sleep, John>

<I'm not sleepy. I want to know what it is>

The ribbed walls started to squeeze and roll gently up his deflated penis, exciting it slowly into arousal, the walls pumping with blood and hardening in the tube as the pressure increased incrementally. He felt himself getting aroused all over again but knew it was not Crais. He had
felt Crais, touched him. Christ, he had had him *inside* him. He felt Crais in his mind, his thoughts deep and soothing, his hands touching him and caressing away his cares. <Sssh, John, trust me. Sleep. Let me love you as you fall alseep, take away all your fears...>

He wanted to protest but Talyn secreted something into his body. He was so tired, drifting now. The pressure on him increasing, his penis hardening and throbbing, the head starting to leak as Crais stroked and kissed him. Keeping him calm while the leviathan did the rest. He roused
slightly as he came, the force of his ejaculation snapping his spine and making his breath ragged. Crais kissed him, his tongue stroking the inside of his mouth, his thoughts soothing him and telling him how wonderful he was, how much pleasure he was giving. He sighed. Happy to have pleased Crais. So tired now. He fell into an exhausted sleep, the former Peace Keeper Captain
touching him gently, lovingly, his look one of deep pleasure and joy. He felt the query from Talyn and smiled. <No, you did not hurt him, Talyn. You did well>

The ship asked another question.

<Yes, Talyn, he is ours now>

He felt the warm ripple of changing lights in the interior skintone of the ship, a sure sign of the leviathan's pleasure. <We will let him sleep now, Talyn>

The tube gently detached and wound away, careful not to spill any of the precious contents. Crais got up slowly, reluctantly. He did not want to leave Crichton but he could not afford to spend all his time making love to the human, however much that might appeal to him. He still needed to find someone to heal him. He had made Crichton a promise and he would keep it. He had also made Talyn a promise and with the human's help he had kept that too and would continue to keep it for as long as he could. He just hoped the demands of the leviathan would not become too great on the both of them.

* * * * *

D'Argo did not like this. It was too dangerous but what else could they do? Chiana was nervous about the EVA suit but it was the only way. Once suited up they exited the leviathan and carefully played out the line that connected them to the ship. D'Argo carried the tool kit Chiana had put together and they made their cautious way to the collar, nervous in case the Nebari had fitted any of their anti-tampering devices. Chiana was hoping that they would not have anticipated her trying to disarm it but with the Nebari you never knew. They were a very resourceful race. Once at the collar, Chiana took her time examing the whole thing. D'Argo was
impatient but not stupid. He knew rushing the job was tantamount to inviting suicide for all of them, so he bided his time.

"What are we looking for?"

Chiana toggled with her coms to hear him better. "What?"

"I said, what are we looking for?"

"Anything that should not be there."

"Oh that's helpful Chiana, very helpful." Said the Luxan sarastically. "This is all Crichton's fault."

"That's not fair."

"You're right, it's not fair, and when I see him again and I am going to tell him so."

"I just hope we see him again," Said Chiana softly.

The anger in D'Argo evaporated. He felt sorry. Ashamed. "I am sorry, I did not mean that Chiana. He is a fine friend and my comments were unworthy. I am simply worried."

"So am I, D'Argo, but blaming John isn't the answer."

They fell silent. Both carefully checking the collar over when D'Argo saw something strange. "Chiana, take a look at this. Should this be here?"

She floated over to him and took a look, her eyes widening in alarm. "Oh no!"

"Oh no, what?"

"It's a novatrin injector rod."

"What is that?"

"Novatrin is a gas that is dangerous to leviathans, one good whiff of this stuff and it's bye bye Moya. It's one of the six forbidden cargoes."

"Then how did the Nebari get hold of it?"

"How do the Nebari get hold of anything?"

She heard D'Argo sneer with contempt. "They stole it."

"Liberated it." Corrected Chiana.

"Hrrmmmph. As John would say, whatever. The question is, what do we do with it?"

Chiana tilted her head, trying to see how the mechanism connected. How many rods it had. What sort of injection array. "I think we can remove it."

"Remove it how?"

She tilted her head and shot him a sarcastic look. "Carefully, how else?"

He gave her a pissed off look and she immediately felt better. They took the best part of three arms removing the novatrin rods, carefully making sure there was no secondary gas injector set up to activate if it was removed. Moya and Pilot were carefully monitoring and reported no changes. Chiana was cautiously optimistic and continued the hunt for other devices but found
none. She frowned at D'Argo. "I don't like it."

"You don't like what? We found the novatrin and that is good."

"Yes, and that's what bothers me."

D'Argo was fast losing patience. "Chiana if you have something to say, say it. I do not want to spent any longer hanging out here in space if I can help it."

"It's the novatrin. It was easy to find."

"We got lucky."

Chiana shook her head. "No, I think we were *supposed* to find it, D'Argo."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if you wanted to make sure you could incapacite your prey - in this case a leaviathan - and you wanted to make sure nobody could stop you by removing the collar you had spent hundreds of cycles designing for the purpose, you would take a few precations right? Knowing that what better way to stop someone looking for it than by letting them think they had already
found it?"

"Chiana, you are completely Bartantic."

"Now you sound like Rygel."

"That is the most paranoid thing I have ever heard."

"Yeah, well it is also very Nebari. Trust me, we found this because they wanted us to. Which means the REAL device is going to be much harder to find. Satra, it might not even LOOK like a device."

D'Argo felt his hearts miss several beats. "You mean it could be camoflaged?"

"Exactly."

They looked at each other. D'Argo felt ill. "How in hezmana are we going to find it?"

"Only one way. We check every single dench of the collar, even the boring bits that look like they should be there. I have a matronala, it will detect the make up of every square dench of this thing."

"Why didn't you say so in the beginning?"

"Because it's real slow, alright? And I wanted to see if we could find it by looking."

"What if there is no other device?"

"Then we can go ahead and remove the collar."

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He was sleeping. Dreaming. Or at least he hoped he was. Crichton had no idea where the frell he was but it reminded him of when he used to go to live concerts and the band would have all this dry ice on stage making a spooky cloud effect to accompany the rock music. It was now kind of dated but that's what this place looked like. The only thing was, instead of the rock band he got a bad impression of Demis Rousos. All bulk, no beard and definately no diva. "Who are you?"

The large male turned a serene face on him. He was clean shaven, dressed in what looked to Crichton like a white sheet and with the smuggest expression he had seen in a long while. He would not have looked out of place in the senate of the Holy Roman Empire. He did not seem to
walk so much as glide. He wondered if that was the real purpose of the dry ice, to hide the skateboard. The male looked at him for a moment. "I am Tahanay."

"Who?"

"Tahanay. And you are John Crichton"

"Yeah, well that bit I know. Where am I?"

"That is not important."

He frowned. "I'm dreaming, right?"

The figure said nothing.

"Okay, well that was a short conversation."

"Do you know who I am?"

"You just told me, your name is Tahanay. What is this, a memory test?"

"I am a Builder."

Crichton paused, he had heard that term somewhere before. Oh right, he had it now. Zhaan had told him about them. "You built the leviathans, right?"

The Builder inclined his head slowly.

"You're the guys who wanted to decommision Moya. So what do you want with me?"

"That was Kahaynu."

"You mean you disagreed with him?"

"I am here for Talyn."

Crichton felt a flash of alarm. "Uh oh, you mean to decommision Talyn?"

He shook his head slowly. "No. I have a different purpose. You brought me here."

"Me?"

"Yes. Your presence on Talyn changes things."

"Changes things, how?"

"I can make your seed immortal."

"Woah, woah, back up for a minute chief. Immortal?"

The serene head was inclined again.

"I don't want to be immortal."

Tahanay smiled at him. "All living beings desire to be immortal."

"Yeah well where does that leave you in the food chain?"

"You are suspicious."

"Absolutely."

"Why? I gave you what you wanted. What you desired."

Crichton was sure he had misheard him. "You did what?"

"You wanted love. Desired Crais."

Some of the colour left Crichton's face. "Are you telling me *you* did that?"

The Builder's gentle smile widened a little. "With the help of the leviathan."

Horror stole across the human's face. "Get the hell out of my hormones!"

"It is too late for that."

"What do you mean too late?"

"You know why."

He paused, his mind racing. "I want to hear you say it."

"You should sleep now..."

"No, no, I want answers. Don't go!"

Talyn flooded him with secretions robbing him of consciousness. His willpower disolving as sleep crept through his veins, his thoughts a fog he could not penetrate. He was vaguely aware of Tahanay walking through his thoughts, smug and serene and looking very pleased with himself. His wished he could wipe the frelling smile off his face. His last thought was a question. Fragmenting in his mind as sleep engulfed him. <Why. Are. You. Doing. This. To. Us?" Wisps of broken thought floated just out of reach. He sighed with the effort of trying to grasp them. <Crais....where are you?>

Crais heard him and came to him. Looked down to see him sleeping, naked and perfect as he had left him. He smiled indulgently and kissed him softly on the forehead then left him. He had much to do, many charts to examine and scour. Somewhere out there Scorpius was still hunting them. It was imperitive he find someone who could help Crichton.

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