TITLE: "RULING PASSION"

AUTHOR: Alison M. DOBELL

FANDOM: "Farscape"

PAIRING: JOHN/CRAIS

RATING: NC-17 M/M *SLASH*

STATUS: New.

ARCHIVE: Yes. Just let me know where.

FEEDBACK: Welcomed

SERIES/SEQUEL: SEQUEL to "IMMORTALITY"

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

"RULING PASSION"
A "Farscape" Slash Story
Written by Alison M. DOBELL
* * * * *

Scorpius was furious. The sheer incompetence of the search making a lethal concoction when added to his own raging fury. "We must *find* the leviathan. Recover Crichton. Do you understand?"

The Captain quailed a little under his fury but kept her back straight, her eyes fixed on his as he had taught her. Any sign that he was intimidating her could presage her death. Be seen as a sign of weakness. An unacceptable trait in a Peace Keeper, especially a Captain. "Sir. May I speak freely?"

"I expect no less."

She inclined her head briefly. "Talyn could be anywhere, we could search every starburst vector for monens and not find him."

"Your point, Captain?"

"My point is why make the task harder than it is?"

Scorpius jettisoned his anger to fixate instead on the unspoken meaning behind her words. Intrigued. "What do you have in mind?"

The Captain risked a glance at the screen then met his smouldering eyes with a touch of spirit. "The obvious link to Talyn is the mothership, Moya. We already have her."

"And?"

"If we distress the mother enough the child will be drawn back to protect her."

"You are supposing Talyn will be able to hear her distress."

She nodded, acceding his point. Scorpius leaned back thoughtfully in his throne chair. Head back as he considered her words. He looked at her, a feral smile gracing his death's head skull and making her breathe more easily knowing her words had pleased him. But it was a cautious pleasure, knowing how quixotic he could be in his anger. Especially where the human was
concerned.

"Very well, we will return to the mothership but I warn you, Captain. This had *better* work. I am running out of suitable candidates for promotion."

She said nothing, turned and had the new co-ordinates factored in. Aware how much relied upon a successful outcome. But she was also drawn by power and there had never been a Commander in the Peace Keeper ranks who terrified and daunted her as much as Scorpius. If she could become invaluable to him, she would know power indeed.

* * * * *

He could not wake. Tried to stir but there were too many sensations swirling through his body, confusing his mind, rocking his emotional foundation and exciting him. Why couldn't he wake? Why did he feel as if he had been through every frelling position in the Kama Sutra without
rolling off his back? He could feel the strange suction, the ribbed walls caressing and demanding without being painful. His thoughts carried along on a strange haunting song that was not heard but felt with every cell in his body. He vibrated gently to it, the sound humming in his veins and drawing an alien passion through his tissue walls. His blood thudded like a thousand boots running in unison, an army beating a measured path through his system, the pace slowing increasing, the thudding fading into stroking sensations drawing responses he could not control. Everything was becoming more tactile. More intense. His breath was a ribbon of aching desire, quickening in time to them, his senses absorbing everything Talyn wanted him to feel, to sense, to taste, to touch, to welcome. He sighed deeply and trembled, mouth open, eyes closed, his concentration focussed on the song carrying him onward and touching him with such erotic familiarity that he had no defence against him, no way to shut him out even if he wanted to. Certain only that he had to complete this. If he did not do that he would surely die. Strange sensations rippled through him deep inside, made him jerk first gently then more eratically, his arousal deepening, his fire building like a head of steam ready to blow as he hardened and began to leak more and more frantically as his control broke down.

Talyn sang to him. Cradled his thoughts and fashioned them along the pathway that would excite and titilate the human most. Replayed images of his love making with Crais inside the human's head, more powerful in controlling Crichton because of his loss of physical sight. Matching his
motions and caressing in time to the remembered touches that had driven Crichton wild with passion. He was getting very hot now, the human so close to coitus it was exciting the leviathan. He had not been sure he could do this without Crais but Tahanay had assured him he could. Guided him into taking the human so far and so deep that he could not stop now even if he
wanted to. Even if he realised the cost. Crais was asleep. Resting and having that sleep enhanced so that he would not wake. Not hear the muffled cries being torn from the human's mouth. Occasionally Talyn would touch Crais in his sleep, lovingly reassuring him of his presence and his
care. He would not do anything to hurt Crais, no matter what else Tahanay wanted him to do. Builder or no Builder, Crais was his. So he was careful with the human, gentle, knowing Crais cared for him. Loved him even. And because Crais cared so did he.

* * * * *

Aeryn was getting increasingly impatient. What the frell was taking them so long? "Chiana, D'Argo, what is happening?"

Muffled, crackled sounds filtered back to her. She frowned as she listened. "Hey, we found the novatrin injector rods, didn't we?"

"Yes, so why are you still out there?"

"Because," Said Chiana. "We don't know what else they've set up. What other surprises there may be."

"Hurry up. I don't like this, we need to leave, to go after John."

D'Argo's voice. "That may not be possible, Aeryn."

Aeryn refused to even acknowledge that possibility. All she wanted to do was to find Crichton and blast Crais into fermin dust. Anything below the subatomic level would do.

* * * * *

Crichton came in a prolonged rush, unaware that the leviathan had enhanced him biologically to draw as much out of him in as controlled a fashion as possible. In normal circumstances he would have come in a beautiful mad rush, the residue being jerked out of him by continued pumping until he was dry. This was different. Different from human sex. Different from what he had shared with Crais. His ejaculation went on and on, the semen seemingly mutiplying as he came. The suction from the tube encouraging him to give and give again and again, his hips rocking automatically, his face flushed and drenched with sweat, his muscles bulging with the effort of
keeping it going, not collapsing before Talyn had finished with him. The leviathan was firm but gentle, his chemicals now running constantly through the human. Feeding him, strengthening him, keeping him aroused and excited beyond normal endurance. Still the images rolled through his mind. Him and Crais. Every touch. Every word of gentle passion. Every feeling they had shared. He was shaking, trembling so deeply now, every cell on fire, every thought jerking him off and resonating throughout his body. He was tiring rapidly but did not know it. Talyn infusing his own energy into the human, needing him to last longer, to complete what had been set in motion.

He was crying now. Tears leaking out of eyes that could not see. Throat parched and silent with an aching that was painless, numbed by Talyn as he gently held the human in his pod. Moulded the sides to cradle him, touching his mind with his song to ease the trauma of what was being taken from him. Talyn felt the gentleness of this being, the compassion that had been so alien to him now flowing back through the deep connection he was building. Slowly beginning to understand what made him so special to Crais. Crichton was reliving so many memories, remembering so much joy that had become ancient to him. Memories of home, of all those he had loved, of making love to Alex on the beach, of his friendship with DK, the first kiss behind the bike shed, the day he had lost his virginity. His love for Aeryn. Then Crais. Oh God, it all began and ended with Crais. He could feel himself coming, feel his sperm flow like electricity up his aching shaft, taking with it all his hopes and dreams, all his passions exhausted into that eternal spiral of need. He shuddered, his muscles flexed, his stomach spasmed, he started to slow. Exhaustion creeping into every cell, aging him in ways that were beyond human comprehension. The song had deepened so much he was no longer aware of it but it was still there. Talyn loving him more deeply, growing more caring, wanting to cause him as little pain, as little harm as possible. Sorry for taking what could never be offered to him. Knowing only that this was the only way.

Tahanay was pleased. His pleasure made the leviathan feel proud. Happy. But not quite content.

"What is the matter, Talyn?"

<I do not know>

"You are sorry. Why?"

<I do not understand why we must do this while he sleeps>

"I told you why."

<Yes, but I care for the human>

"That is good."

<This could hurt him>

"No," Tahanay reassured him gently. "It will make him stronger."

<Stronger? How?>

"You will see."

A pause. <Will he forgive me?>

Tahanay chuckled. "What is there to forgive?"

Something in Talyn hardened slightly. <Will he forgive me?>

A sigh. "He will not even know, Talyn."

A longer pause this time. <I want him to know>

"Why?"

<I want him to know that I have loved him>

"You did not answer my question."

A deeper sigh. <When Crais loved him, it was so beautiful>

"Yes."

Voice very soft. <I want that too>

The Builder was surprised but managed to hide it. "Why?"

Tahanay could almost hear tears in the leviathan's thoughts. <Because I want to be beautiful too>

* * * * *

The whoop over the coms told Aeryn, Zhaan and Rygel all they needed to know but Aeryn still wanted to confirm it. Needed it spelt out in letters a mile high. "You did it?"

She heard the whooping from Chiana continue and breathed a sigh of relief when D'Argo's calm measured voice took over the com. "Yes, Aeryn. We found another device and have thoroughly checked the collar. There are no others."

"Then you can remove it?" Asked Rygel.

"Yes. We are doing that now."

Aeryn smiled. They were all pleased. Happy. Pilot felt humble. "Moya wishes to thank you."

"Don't thank us yet," Said D'Argo. "We haven't got the collar off yet."

"Moya has every confidence in you," Pilot responded with warmth.

Outside the leviathan, Chiana got back to work unlocking the gigantic collar. It took another couple of arns to over ride the controls then at last the collar broke away and Moya was free. Quickly Aeryn reeled D'Argo and Chiana free, wanting Moya to be able to starburst as soon as
possible. Once aboard and divested of their EVAs, D'Argo felt the need to caution Aeryn again. Though this time more gently. "Aeryn, we do not know where they went."

"Don't you think I know that, D'Argo?" She snapped.

"Yes, Aeryn, I'm sure you do but to rush off in the wrong direction is worse than standing still."

She frowned at him, so anger she could hit him but she knew she was not angry with D'Argo. Chiana tilted her head. "Look, Moya found Talyn before she can find him again. She's his mother right?"

Aeryn bit back tears. No one said anything, even Rygel was silent. At last Zhaan spoke. "Whatever we decide to do," She said softly. "We cannot stay here."

They agreed and were about to discuss what course to set when a ship appeared on Moya's sensors. Pilot looked up, agitated. "It is a Nebari vessel."

"Frell!" Swore Chiana. "Who cares what direction we take, just GO!"

For once no one argued with her. Pilot instructed Moya and they went to immediate starburst leaving the closing Nebari vessel to retrieve the discarded collar.

"I wish," Said Chiana as they exited out of starburst. "We could have destroyed that collar."

"So do I." Agreed D'Argo. He looked around at the others. "What do we do now?"

Her lips narrowing into a determined line Aeryn spoke for them all. "Now, we go and find John."

"What if we can't find him?" Asked Rygel.

She turned eyes that spat flame at him. "Pray we do!"

* * * * *

Crais woke refreshed. He got up and went to first check on Talyn and their position. They had gone even deeper into the Uncharted Territories. He was pleased to see that there were no signs of pursuit but was curious about the colour particle clouds that embraced them. <What is that,
Talyn?>

Talyn was vague, it was just a magnetic cloud. Nothing to worry about. Crais frowned. <Is it harmful to us?>

No, it was not. He accepted Talyn's words and went to check on Crichton. The human lay on his side fast asleep. The tube no longer connected to his penis as he slept. He was still naked. Still beautiful to Crais. He smiled, not wanting to disturb him but longing to touch him. He trailed a
gentle hand down the side of his face. Crichton mumbled very softly, incoherently in his sleep, the mumble becoming a soft groan then Crais stepped back in surprise as he came. The white wash of come bringing an almost agonised sound from the human's throat. Crais looked at him in
surprise. Was Crichton dreaming? Of him? Of their union perhaps? He watched his face and noticed there seemed to be some sign of distress. He caressed his cheek almost without thinking, reaching out to him with gentle thoughts. Wanting only to calm him. Looking down at him he noticed his penis was erect, leaking as he stroked him. His frown deepened. Was that natural? He felt Talyn enquire if everything was alright.

<I don't know, Talyn. John must be having erotic dreams, he is coming in his sleep>

<He is human>

Crais nodded, thinking deeply as he looked at Crichton. Watching him tremble. He seemed so fragile, lost almost. It disturbed him thought he did not know why. <I will clean him up. I do not want him to be distressed when he wakes>

Talyn hummed softly, his song stirring a calming sensation in Crais. <Let me>

<You?> The offer surprised Crais. This was the first time Talyn had shown any interest in Crichton for his own sake.

<Yes. I will look after him>

He watched in silence as a tube snaked out and gently fastened over Crichton's straining erection. Noticed the ribbed walls gently undulate along his penis, drawing the human in deep and holding him there, the walls of the tube gripping and gently massaging him making the human shudder gently in his sleep while the leviathan steathily milked him of his semen. Crais was not sure what he was watching. Was not sure he liked it. <What are you doing?>

<Helping him. Easing him>

<Why should that be necessary? He was asleep>

Talyn repeated the words Tahanay had rehersed with him. <You over excited him. He is only a human, Crais. Your need was too much for him to absorb>

<What do you mean?>

<He keeps dreaming of you. Having orgasms when he remembers your touch>

Crais was silent. Wished Crichton would wake so he could ask him but not wishing to disturb him when he needed to rest. His heart was torn. <How do you know this?>

<I know you. And now, I know him>

Something cold touched Crais's heart but it vanished almost as soon as it appeared. He frowned, not sure why he had been anxious.

<You may touch him if you wish> Said Talyn softly.

<He is asleep>

<Yes. Your touch will comfort him>

<Comfort him?>

<Yes. He longs for you>

Crais sighed and looked at Crichton. He had flopped on to his back when the leviathan had fastened on to him again. His lips were moving but there was no sound. Crais stroked the planes of his face, felt him shudder gently under his hand. Perhaps Talyn was right and he needed his touch? This connection? He did not know. Did not know enough about humans to know if this was normal. He trusted Talyn. Crais bent his head and brushed his lips against Crichton's, unaware that his touch was increasing the human's sensitivity, producing more semen which the leviathan drew from him up the ribbed walls of his undulating tube. Unaware that there was a erotic agony in his every touch, the body strained and over sensitive, unable to prevent the jism leaking whenever Crais touched him. Trembling so hard now as Crais deepened his kiss, his hand rubbing his chest and stroking across his nipples. Feeling his own passion grow as he gently loved him. Thinking he was helping him. His touch healing and calming. Not knowing how intimately he was crucifying him. Trapped in a dream from which he could not awake. Unable to tell Crais. Shuddering as he loved him. His walls breaking down, his heart aching, his love for Crais deepening into something that he had never shared with another living being. Not Alex. Not even Aeryn. This was something else. Much deeper. More powerful. Primordial even. Talyn fed on that, enhanced it and drank from the well. Letting the lovers play out their passion urged on by the soft, insouciant urgings of his Builder. The coloured cloud around them sparkling and igniting in small passionate flames that ruled this distant part of the Uncharted Territories. This birthplace
of leviathans.

* * * * *
END