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TITLE: REVELATIONS 5: MERGING

AUTHOR: Alison M Dobell

SUMMARY: "Aeryn decides it is time to fully explore Stark's connection to Crichton."

Rated: NC-17. M/M SLASH and troilism

Crichton/Stark/Aeyrn.

SEQUEL to "OPENING THE BOX".

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

Comments to: AlisonMDobell@aol.com

"MERGING"
A "Farscape" slash story
Written by Alison M. DOBELL

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Stark had been sleeping. Something touched his unconscious and gently he stirred, rising up from the clear skies of his dreaming mind. Returning to a cautious awakening. He opened his eyes and sat up slowly, only mildly suprised to see Aeryn standing by the door of his cell like a child who could not sleep. He knew why she was there. Had known this moment would arrive from the moment she and Crichton had begun sleeping together. He was not jealous. Not subject to the same lusts as other species. Different impulses drove him. Emotions forming a stronger bond than possession.

"I didn't mean to wake you. I should go."

Stark reassured her. "I don't mind."

She hesitated. "It's John..."

"Nightmares?"

Aeryn nodded. Worry and the threat of tears in her eyes. He knew she loved Crichton but she still had to learn to understand him. On the viseral level as well as the physical. Right now Aeryn Sun had hardly scratched the surface of either, knowing only that she had been drawn to the strange human from the start. Loving him if anything was clouding her perception of his reality while clarifying something much deeper. Her own emotional centre. The needs of the heart. Stark closed his eye a microt, feeling and hearing the keening sound of her heart because she could not take away his nightmares. Could not wash away the pain. Barely understood how to begin to help him. She knew only that Stark could help. Was the only one with the kind of connection to Crichton that would provide him a lifeline. A form of sanity in which he could recover enough to function.

Stark got up. He was in his sleep suit but did not stop to change. Silently she turned and he followed her to Crichton's quarters. Aeryn stepped to the side to let Stark go to him. He smiled gently at her, his mind touching hers with a reassurance so light she did not feel it, her heart lifting and finding a moment of peace.

Crichton lay on his back. He was naked beneath the single sheet. Eyes closed in a tight frown as he stirred restlessly, lips moving as he mumbled incoherently, perspiration on his face, neck and chest. Stark undressed and lay down beside him and touched a hand gently to his face. His fingers so gentle they barely touched him, yet on some level his presence was felt and
Aeryn was amazed to see his fevered dream state calm as he responded to Stark. She moved closer to watch, fascinated. Stark continued to touch him gently as if fashioning a pathway for his mind to follow then he raised his free hand and undid his mask. Aeryn watched the living light engulf them both and held her breath.

He was in the frelling chair again. Scorpius walking slowly round him, a smile of pleasure on his death's head lips making him want to rip his face off and return the favour. Measure for measure. Pain radiated from his head, hot needles of agony seering through his brain and slicing through every memory he possessed. He screamed in agony, his body arching up against the restraints as he shook with pain, his head locked into that damn headpiece while his tormentor looked on with oily satisfaction. God, he was coming apart. Piece by piece the Scarran half-breed was dismantling him from the inside out. It was so painful, so terrifying, yet he struggled to defy him. Then something began to alter. The pain abating. A new presence entered his consciousness and he was suddenly bathed in a gentle light that cradled and loved him, soothed and protected him. His heart soared, his spirit sighed with sweet relief. Stark. The presence in him smiled with love and released him from the mental bonds that bound and fragmented him. God, he was so beautiful. Crichton had not realised that before. He smiled back, tears of love and gratitude in his red rimmed eyes. Hands reaching out for him, needing the illusion of physical contact to make sense of the mental stimulus Stark was providing through the mask.

Stark dipped his head and kissed him slowly, waking lips on sleeping. Giving the new dream the physical reality Crichton craved as he surfaced from sleep becoming quickly aroused. Hungry and needy. Answering a desire felt not spoken, the yearning rising in Crichton's body with a passion that sparked the demanded response. Stark poured his breath into him not wanting to make him beg, his thoughts dancing inside his brain with gentle lapping motions calming and embracing him at the same time as lips and tongue caressed him. All the while the light filling him, singing through his mind and body with peace and joy. It was strange, odd, kind of erotic and compelling but without using any force to draw him in. <Seductive. That was
it> Thought Crichton. And he could not get enough. The taste of Stark on his lips, his gentle thoughts in his mind, the way every touch was felt throughout his body and mind at the same time making him tremble with desire. The rush of emotions so strong, a hunger so sweet, it made his heart ache with delicious anticipation. Drove him crazy but in a way that he never
wanted to end.

He opened his eyes and saw only light. Stark paused so that he could focus on his face. Moved to see a smile transform the lips he had been kissing so gently into pure joy and love. Crichton raised his hand, caressed the face he could only see in his mind's eye now, recalling all the details, loving the contours, the feel of his warm skin beneath his fingers as his hand travelled over him drinking him in. Stark let him explore, his thoughts opening ever wider in Crichton's mind so he could go where he pleased, take whatever he wanted, find what he needed. Nothing off limits to him. Crichton wanted to laugh, to shout with the joy of it, but his heart was still absorbing the rare peace of this man while his hands stroked gently down his neck and shoulders, across the biceps and the chest, his body starting to ache for him as he deepened his caress. His touch more probing, more demanding but not wanting to rush. To miss anything. He felt Stark tremble slightly as his hands moved further south and teased him with a rough kiss, lips loving but now bruising, tongue tasting, delving into the moist cavern where so many pleasures slept. Pleasures he now wanted to arouse and make his own. His left hand drifted over Stark's nipples, rubbing gently as he deepened his kiss, rolling a nipple between his fingers to harden it as his other hand slid as if invited between Stark's legs as he rolled him onto his back.

Aeryn's mouth dropped open. Fascinated and moved by the obvious feeling the two men had for each other. Both seemingly oblivious of her presence. A longing stirred slowly in her, wanting to understand their connection, feel it as keenly as they did. She sat beside the bed and watched, eyes wide and staring but taking it all in. Watching the men make love was doing serious
damage to her own self control. She had watched men make love before but had seldom been turned on by it. The difference was that this was Crichton. A man she now acknowledged in her heart as loving heart and soul. Seeing him rising in the throes of passion was making her moist with desires of her own. A longing that made it difficult to watch them but impossible for her to look away.

Aeryn started and jerked her head round to see who was behind her. There was no one there. She was sure she had heard a voice. She frowned, suspicious, then looked back towards the bed. To her surprise Stark was looking at her, his eyes not completely in focus but with more control than Crichton. He was all but begging Stark to continue, not to stop, to ram him
senseless before the waiting killed him.

<It's alright> The thought dropped into her mind as clearly as if it had been spoken out loud. She looked closely at Stark, trying to ignore the glazed look in Crichton's eyes.

"Did you speak to me, Stark?"

He nodded. <Yes>

"In my mind?"

<Yes. Join us. John wants it, I want it. You want it>

She swallowed. Wondering if he had been monitoring her thoughts while he made love to Crichton. She could see they were very close now. Stark reached out a hand in invitation. She found herself moving closer to him, close enough for him to now touch.

Her body cried 'yes' but her mind was in a spin. Could she do this? 'Yes' her body all but yelled. She watched Crichton starting to writhe up against Stark, begging him to continue, to touch him, caress him, love him. Do any damn thing he wanted with him just so long as he did not stop. Aeryn quickly removed her clothes then slid Stark's hand up her leg. He rubbed
slowly with his fingers and watched her arch her body into him so that his hand would be drawn to the spot. She was really moist now, and as his fingers slid inside her she closed her eyes with a shudder. Stark turned his head to kiss Crichton while Aeryn rode slowly up and down his hand. Oh God, she almost lost it there and then. She was sitting on the bed next to Stark. Crichton was on his other side, lying on his left side facing Stark who was now lying on his back. Aeryn opened hazy eyes, trying not to lose herself too quickly. She touched Crichton's neck, her fingers travelling down his shoulder as he kissed Stark, her eyes drifting down the two male bodies as she slid her body up and down Stark's fingers, wanting more contact, deeper,
quicker, harder. Crichton looked at her as his lips lifted briefly from Stark's and smiled. She smiled back. Stark stroked a hand up and down Crichton's shaft, the erection starting to leak with precum as he groaned. His other hand continued to work on Aeryn which was filling the air Crichton breathed with the scent of her and driving him even crazier. He leaned over Stark and captured a breast in his mouth, tongue and teeth working. They were all so close now. A tangle of bodies finding the unique rythym that would carry them along to a single destination.

Crichton groaned and felt himself shuddering, unable to hold on any longer but wanting to bring Stark to orgasm too. Stark chided him softly in his mind. <Later. You don't have a hand free>

He chuckled at that just as he came, the rush of hot semen exploding from him as soon as Aeryn's lips engulfed him, her tongue washing over the head as her teeth teased around the cap. The suction was devine. He bucked and was not sure if he heard or felt her cry as her own release was torn from her coinciding with his ejaculation. He wanted to yell in celebration but contented himself with a deep groan of pleasure as Aeryn continued to suck him off, his hips bucking into her mouth as Stark encouraged every last drop out of him. <God, he had never felt anything quite like that before> He lay back and breathed deeply, eyes closed for a few microts as he caught his breath. Aeryn was virtually glowing as her release freed the tensions and anxieties that she had been carrying around for too coied and felt himself shuddering, unable to hold on any longer but wanting to bring Stark to orgasm too. Stark chided him softly in his mind. <Later. You don't have a hand free>

He chuckled at that just as he came, the rush of hot semen exploding from him as soon as Aeryn's lips engulfed him, her tongue washing over the head as her teeth teased around the cap. The suction was devine. He bucked and was not sure if he heard or felt her cry as her own release was torn from her coilong. She lifted her head and watched Crichton's erection fade, the penis shrinking its' duty done. She smiled and looked at Stark. He lay calmly watching her face, drinking in her reaction and assuring her it was alright. She reached out a hand and touched him, aware that Crichton was drifting off to sleep beside him. She was curious. Wondered what Stark would feel like, how he would taste, what it would be like to have him inside her lubricating her juices with his own.

Stark watched her, his eyes gentle, so wise and knowing. Not judging, not trying to encourage or force anything from her. He wanted her to feel safe, content, able to express herself however she saw fit. The mask was still off. She could feel the effects but they were not as intense as they had been for Crichton. He reached for the mask, intending to put it back on, but her hand on his drew his eyes back to hers. He saw the pleading there, the naked desire, the curiosity. All of it. She wanted it all. He put the mask back on the side table and watched her. His right hand resting on Crichton, moving to cradle his sleeping organ but not to rouse him. Just to keep the contact that would be necessary to keep his nightmares at bay. Let him sleep.

Aeryn though was more than awake. She was seriously aroused now. With a little smile she ran a hand down Stark's body, watching his face for clues as she touched him, her hand surprisingly gentle for a former Peace Keeper. Stark did not move, did not touch her. He wanted her to tell him what she wanted. What he could do for her but she had other ideas. A second hand joined the first before parting company to drift down his side and across his abdomen, the heel of her palm gently kneading him while her fingers touched, traced his outline and explored. Her smile grew wider, her mind alive with possibilites of all the things she wanted to do to him. All the ways she could explore this enigmatic former slave. Wanting to know him inside and out so completely that she would understand the connection he had formed with Crichton. Understand it and be able to share it. No simple explanation would do. Aeryn wanted it all. All the levels on which the two men connected, physical, mental and spiritual. Nothing less than a complete merging. As her intent filtered through to him Stark allowed his love for Crichton to open up to her, allow her the first tentative forays into a private domain. The intensity of that emotion he would hold in check. For now. The rest would be up to Aeryn. He did not realise that Crichton had woken until he felt his lips kiss his right ear making him shudder. <That's right. Let Aeryn do what she has to, Stark>

Stark did not turn his head. Aeryn was massaging him now, her steady strokes making him hard and dividing his thoughts between the two of them. The distraction was almost more erotic than what she was doing. Almost but not quite. As Aeryn worked on him, Crichton's thoughts filled his mind. Gentle, teasing, loving. <It's time we did something for you, Stark. Lay
back and enjoy the ride>

<Ride?>

He felt the chuckle in his mind reverberate in his body as Aeryn bent her head and took him in her mouth. He trembled as Crichton started to lick his ear, playing with the moist heat from his tongue and sliding it down his ear canal as he whispered to him. His breath sending delicious little shivers down his spine as it tickled against his eardrum. He shuddered again and
closed his eye. Crichton settled in to lick and suck and nip his ear, one hand stroking him across the chest as Stark had done when he had first comforted him after a session in the chair. <Open up, Stark> He whispered in his mind, his lips moving from his ear to kiss and suck the side of his face then wash his neck, rough tongue producing sensations that were stirring him with quiet passion as the tongue slid lower papering the pathway down with kisses. Lips hugging flesh. He had more control than Crichton or Aeryn. Was able to hang on to his passions and savour them one by one. Aeryn seemed to sense it, her mouth sliding off him so she could lick, suck and nip at him. His body juddered a little as her teeth nipped his foreskin, ripples of excitement filtering through to him as Crichton slowly rubbed his hands over him. Crichton looked at Aeryn and smiled. She wondered what he wanted to do and lifted an eyebrow. Crichton looked at Stark, kissed his lips softly with sweet promise then drew away.

Stark was watching them closely, aware something had changed. Allowed Crichton to sit him up, then he was coaxed to kneel on the bed facing Aeryn. He could feel Crichton moving behind him, kissing his neck, hands caressing as Aeryn moved up to kneel facing him, one hand stroking and teasing him so hard that he had to concentrate to hold on. She smiled and started to kiss him, lips so sensual, so soft yet with a strength that would not be denied. She wanted to plunder him of every treasure he possessed. He knew it. Even if he could not sense her thoughts her actions would have left nothing to the imagination. He let her enter, let her tongue tease and probe his own, slowling twining around hers, exploring like for like but letting her set the
pace. Aeryn enjoyed the sense of control, the feeling of conquering new territory. Her probing became more insistent. She used her free hand to guide Stark's hand to her breast, wanting to feel his touch on her, to explore how he made love as she took him. Sensing Crichton working behind him, adding to her own growing need.

He leaned his head back, the pressure on his cock making the blood thunder as it pumped hard through his erection, straining against muscle and tissue in hands that slid his foreskin up and down in such a beautiful assured rythym. The contraction of her fingers on him as she pumped him slowly was making him more and more aroused, Crichton's tongue in his ear making him start to leak. He closed his eye, allowing his light to emanate and slowly bind them in his vision. Crichton was unaware, he had his eyes closed, intent on teasing out every sensation he could from the man trapped between him and Aeryn. He was so turned on by loving him, this passivity of Stark's was making him so hot for him. Christ, he had never thought he would ever feel this way about another man. Crichton slid a hand around Stark's waist and felt Aeryn's hand sliding up and down his cock, Stark's hips starting to move slowly in the time honoured dance. <Oh yeah, Stark? We can do better than that buddy>

Crichton dropped his head a little, kissing his shoulder now, sliding his tongue down Stark's spine all the while using his hands to stroke and caress him all the way down to the cheeks of his ass. He parted him gently, washing him with his tongue, feeling Stark buck a little as he probed then he slid a hand around his waist again, following Aeryn's hand up his shaft to the exposed head. Adding his own pressure to the sensitive organ until the head leaked. Coating his fingers before drawing back to slowly insert first one finger then two into the tight channel. Stark was getting really excited now. His hips moving with more energy, less control. Crichton held him round the waist with one hand to anchor him while he worked a third finger inside, the precum letting him slid up and passed the tight ring of muscle. In and out he worked, massaging the muscle ring then probing a little deeper with each invasion. Stark's mouth fell open, his head leaning back on Crichton's shoulder, a groan spilling from his lips. He was close now, Crichton could feel it, so could Aeryn. Aeryn had a good idea what Crichton wanted to do and lined herself up, teasing the aching cock between her moist and ready lips, drawing him slowly inside her with muscles so strong that
when they contracted up his length Stark shuddered and almost cried out. As he shuddered Crichton removed his fingers and started to ease himself in, filling the passage with the heat of his own straining erection. Sliding in further as he started to buck deep inside Aeryn, her muscles rippling slowly up and down Stark's shaft as she worked him hard inside her leaving nothing
wasted. He was perspiring heavily now, unable to do little more than tremble as they got the rythym right between them.

He was so beautiful. Crichton loved loving him, adored the way he trembled and responded to his touch. Was lost in passion just knowing Aeryn was sharing this too, a melding of so many feelings and emotions that he was on a rollercoaster of passion. Stark felt it too. Heard his thoughts and touched out lovingly with thoughts of his own, sharing images that added another dimension to the passions binding them. Gently exploring Crichton's thoughts, his feelings, his heart and soul as they made love to him. Tentatively reaching out to Aeryn with his mind but the connection to her was not so strong, more on the periphery than with Crichton. He had love building for Aeryn not for her own sake but for Crichton. Crichton he did not simply love. He adored him. Every thought in the human's mind had a kind of subtle grace, a nobility that did the most erotic things to Stark.
They thought foremostly of the pleasures of the flesh which was why he yielded without question, allowed them to play with his physical passions and be carried along on the tide as it erupted so erotically over him and throughout his body drowning him in sensation. The real prize for Stark though was not coitus. Not the mating game at all. It was the mating of minds, a far deeper and more subtle orgasm that any they could imagine. He knew he could eventually explain it to Crichton. Take him places only another of his species could ever hope to reach out and touch. Aeryn was not of that mindset that would allow such fancies to be born let alone spread their wings and fashion every thought, every emotion into the visual imagery of the mind's seduction. She had been a Peace Keeper too long. Crichton though. Aah, Crichton. His mind spasmsed just to think of him, to draw his
delicious thoughts into being as he let the living light expand and join them. The fusion was powerful, deep but oh so subtle. When he cried out at last it was not because his body was sated, soaked with the juices of their passsions. He felt them lean against him as they both came. Beautiful but no more than a distraction. The real party was still going on only they did not know it. He did not want Crichton to let him go. To let him fall. Passion of a different kind ruled him now and he needed completion. To close the circle that had been opened.

They lay, the three of them, a tangle of exhausted arms and legs. Aeryn was shocked to find she had fallen asleep. She woke slowly. Crichton was fast asleep, his head on Stark's chest, his right hand resting on the sleeping man's crotch. They looked washed out. She grinned, feeling superior because she had woken first. Stark felt her stir but did not react, did not want to break the bond just yet. He was still playing out his own unique passions, journeying inside Crichton's soul and taking him on a gift of exploration that would bring the human so high above the heavens that eternity would lose all sense, all meaning. He would teach Crichton about love, about other kinds of passion, about the sweet and beautiful allure of possession. Not the demonic self destructive kind. The kind that melded Banik to Banik was supremely subtle, gentle, and roused the kind of mental feelings that had no counterpart in the flesh. The flesh was so crude, an imperfect vehicle for the higher energies that he now blended lovingly into Crichton's sleeping soul. He was gentle, so very gentle, his mind touching the raw edges where his friend had been tortured by Scorpius. Slowly caressing him mind to mind, dulling the sorrow and pain that gripped his
memories and twisted past, present and future into a nightmare that replayed over and over in a loop so that the sequence of his life's events had no rhyme or reason. Preserved by Scorpius to torment him and give him no peace. Stark gave him peace. Beautiful, exotic peace. Gentle and loving images now frosted the corners of his unconscious and bathed him with new memories, memories they had made together. New thoughts, that Stark saw fit to protect deep inside where even the Aurora Chair could not reach. Some things were not for the Scarran half-breed to digest. Too rare. Too refined. Too beautiful and sacred to be sullied by any other.

Stark allowed Crichton to stir and wake first. Watching inside his mind as he loved him with heart and soul. Waiting to glimpse his reaction to their love making before he allowed himself to wake. Wanting to know how best to respond. Crichton opened his eyes and smiled, kissed Stark's chest gently, eyes raising to meet Aeryn's. Heart open for her, inviting her to enter. She smiled back and his heart was lost. Always had been. He leaned over Stark to kiss her and she enjoyed the touch of his lips on hers, her tongue flicking out to taste his. She closed her eyes a microt then leaned back and looked at him. "That was..."

Crichton shushed her, suddenly anxious. She frowned and waited. "Shush, Aeryn, don't spoil it."

She was confused. Spoil it? How could she spoil it? Crichton was afraid that if she started to talk about it, think about what they had done, the magic would be shattered and he would be closing his hands on emptiness. Every dream dashed to the ground to shatter like glass. <No Aeryn, please. Don't try to understand. Just accept the gift. The love. No strings attached>

Inside his mind Stark smiled gently, proud of him. Such love for this gentle human thrust so suddenly into the heart of a violent universe.

"Spoil what?" Said Aeryn.

Crichton closed his eyes to hold back the tears. Stark soothed him gently, willing him not to be angry or impatient with Aeryn. She loved him, she just did not understand him. At least. Not on the viseral level. But then that was alright with Stark. The viseral level of loving was his. And now, since the merging, it was Crichton's too. Maybe later, when he surfaced he would tell him. Then again, thought Stark with a very deep and gentle smile formed not on lips but within the endless whirl of forming thoughts, maybe not...

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