Transposition
Part Seven
The smell was wrong. Clean, fresh, a tang of something green on the breeze…
Breeze? Nani?...
Sulu opened his eyes - to find Radittz gazing down at him.
Oh. Yes. They were on shore leave. On Golpagoth.
He gazed up at the Saiyan, eyes widening in unconscious admiration. Kami but the alien was beautiful…
Radittz held his gaze for some minutes, expression sombre, then smirked at the human. Flinging back the blanket he rose fluidly to his feet, stretching hugely, tail stroking languidly over the massive erection at his groin…
Sulu gulped, unable to tear his eyes away, feeling his face redden as the rest of his blood dived instantly to his genitals. The Saiyan's nostrils flared very slightly; he raised an eyebrow, touched the tip of his tail to the shining wetness at the tip of his inkei - and before Sulu could move he'd very delicately swept the tail-tip along the human's lips…
Sulu froze. Radittz's eyes twinkled.
"I am going to bathe. You may join me if you wish…"
He grinned over his shoulder as he turned, mane swinging to one side to reveal tightly muscled buttocks, long tail twitching over the backs of strong thighs.
Sulu watched him as he loped down to the lake. Unconsciously licking his lips - then starting in surprise at the salty, slightly musky tasting liquid the Saiyan's tail had smeared there…
To his absolute horror he found himself growing even harder. He didn't dare get out of the sleeping bag until he'd done something to relieve his… embarrassment…
Sliding his hands into his shorts, kneading himself, he kept a watchful eye on the big figure thigh deep in the lake, groaning as Radittz very slowly sluiced water over himself, rubbing at his body - all over his body - ducking under then flinging back that glorious mane, water droplets beading his pale golden skin shimmering in the bright morning light - it was too much. For a moment wishing - imagining - it was the Saiyan caressing him, Sulu climaxed, shuddering with the force of it.
As he slowly got his breath back, he realised Radittz was beckoning to him: a little easier now his - interest - was no longer apparent, the human crawled out of the bag and, his back to the lake, cleaned himself up, wiping his hands on the grass. Then readjusting his uniform he strolled down to the water.
Only to have Radittz soak him thoroughly as the Saiyan used both arms to splash him.
Dripping, gazing down at himself with disbelief, Sulu's head snapped up at the Saiyan's chuckle. At the glower on his face Radittz burst out laughing, a deep rumbling sound that had Sulu crossing his arms over his chest almost petulantly.
"It's not funny!"
Radittz smirked.
"Yes it is. Come, bathe. You're wet now anyway…"
Which was true enough. Sulu sighed and bowed to the inevitable. It would be nice to swim, he had to admit. Although - he decided, casting a wary eye over the Saiyan's groin: he was still rigid - it might be wise not to get too close to Radittz…
The water was too cold for Sulu to stay in for long, comfortably, anyway, and after fifteen minutes he hauled himself out and headed back to their small camp, wet uniform over one arm. The sun was hot enough to dry it quickly, and in the meantime he'd brought some leisure gear with him. This was wild shore leave, after all.
But maybe later, he decided as he laid the clothing out to dry. It was warm, and peaceful - Radittz was hunting fish for their breakfast - he could lie here, naked, soaking up the sun for a little while…
He wasn't aware of the Saiyan's approach, and had no idea how long the alien had been watching before a quiet chuckle had his eyes flashing open. Radittz was kneeling nearby, thighs spread, tail stroking his erection, expression… the only word Sulu could think of was smouldering as he ran his gaze over the lighter, much smaller human body before him. Radittz chuckled again as he noticed the direction of the human's stare and slowly pulled his tail away.
"If you wish, you could… take care of that for me…"
For one brief, unguarded moment Sulu's hand, almost of its own accord, started to reach out towards the Saiyan's erection - then he yanked it back sharply, blushing deeply. Radittz inclined his head.
"No? Then I trust you will not mind if I do so myself. It is a distraction while hunting…"
And before Sulu's disbelieving eyes the Saiyan wrapped one big hand around his long, thick shaft while the other cupped his balls, eyes half-closed and glittering as he began to stroke and tease himself, broad thumb smoothing over broad head, pulling back the foreskin to scratch gently at the sensitive skin under the rim…
Sulu started to sweat. The sight of the powerful male pleasuring himself was unbearably arousing… Unconsciously his hands went to his own erection, stroking and kneading in time with Radittz, his eyes glued to the Saiyan's throbbing inkei, lips parted as he panted.
Kusoyaro was dragging it out, shimatta! He took the quickest of all possible glances at the Saiyan's face, frowning at the smirk there, before his eyes were drawn irresistibly back to the hands pumping that weeping, dark golden solid shaft of engorged flesh, kneading and teasing the heavy swollen balls… Every muscle was tensed, holding back…
Sulu groaned and clutched himself - and Radittz flung his head back, a long growling sigh escaping through his gritted teeth as he came, thick milky semen jetting over his hands and belly and groin. The human whimpered - but before he could move one of Radittz's slippery hands had gripped him, hard, pumping firmly, and Sulu cried out as he climaxed…
He thought, later, that he must have blacked out for a moment, because when he opened his eyes Radittz was sprawled on his side, his hand to his face, sniffing delicately at their mingled semen - then, his glance flickering to Sulu's face, he smirked and licked slowly up his broad palm, curling the tip of his tongue over to draw the thick, viscous fluid into his mouth. He inclined his head, frowning thoughtfully - then smiled.
"Umai."
And Sulu watched, slack-jawed, as he licked both hands clean then pulled himself upright and reached for the kindling neatly stacked beside the still-smouldering campfire. He glanced back at the human, now all business.
"We should eat before we hunt…"
Sulu didn't know whether to be shocked, grateful or horribly disappointed…
Fish cooked over an open fire after one of the most exciting, arousing, embarrassing sexual encounters he'd ever experienced tasted absolutely wonderful, Sulu decided, watching as Radittz demolished his eighth helping. The Saiyan was still naked, though Sulu had now struggled weakly into one of the close-fitting leisure suits in his pack. It was still early: the Saiyan wanted to cover a lot of ground today, he'd explained. The big horned animals he'd spotted yesterday had moved on, but he could still scent them: finding them would be no problem. Sulu frowned.
"Uh, scent them?"
Radittz nodded and touched his nose.
"Hai. Scent them."
"You hunt by scent?"
The Saiyan paused and smirked.
"We do everything by scent, little Sulu. Including tell how those around us are feeling."
Ah, kuso…
"So you can tell… what others… feel about you from their scent?"
Radittz stared for a second, then scowled.
"That is what I said."
Sulu nodded, resigned. Ah well… Nothing he could do about it now.
The knowledge gave him an odd feeling of relief. He'd already had abundant proof that the alien was perfectly at ease with Sulu's body, his own, and sex. Now if he could just let go of those last few inhibitions…
But he would hurt you, a little inner voice whispered. He's too big…
Sulu shoved it firmly back into whatever box it had escaped from. He'd deal with that if it ever happened.
Which looked quite likely, given Radittz' behaviour and his own reactions to it…
The Saiyan was tireless.
They'd already been walking - fast - for two hours over rough country and Sulu was panting, sweat dripping from him, while Radittz was still striding easily, breathing unhurriedly, Sulu's pack slung over his shoulder. Stumbling over yet another foliage-hidden rock he grabbed for Radittz' arm, missing and catching hold of his mane instead. Not that the Saiyan seemed to notice. Sulu was beginning to wonder just what his pain threshold actually was.
"You need to rest, human?" The tone was slightly impatient, and Sulu reddened: he knew he was holding the alien back.
"I'm sorry, Raditts'-san. I don't have your stamina."
Radittz grunted.
"If we must… It would be quicker if I were to carry you."
Sulu nodded, still trying to catch his breath.
"I'm sure it would, my friend. But I don't want to be carried."
The Saiyan glowered, but acquiesced. They sat for half an hour in a somewhat strained silence, then Radittz raised his hands.
"If these were not here, I could fly us there."
Sulu blinked. Nani? Fly??
"Uh… Fly? How?"
The Saiyan flashed him a pitying look.
"We use ki. Inner… energy. To fly, to fight, to defend ourselves… These" he clicked the heavy metal bracelets together, "stop me using it."
Sulu frowned as he digested this. He knew of ki - his sensei had spoken of it at length: spirit, will, ki in Japanese, chi in Chinese, and don't get them mixed up, because chi in Japanese is blood, not something you want to expend in combat! - but to use it in the way Radittz was suggesting? His people must be substantially different to humans, regardless of Dr McCoy's findings…
A quick phaser blast would remove the fetters, he knew. Spock had told him to make sure the Saiyan never got hold of a phaser.
But…
It was so cruel keeping him weakened like this…
Sulu swallowed hard. No. Not yet. If towards the end of their shore leave he knew he could fully trust the big alien, then maybe. But not yet.
Radittz was regarding him narrowly.
"Rested?"
Sulu nodded, and the Saiyan stood and gestured uphill…
Sulu had stood on the steep sided bluff and gaped. He'd never seen anything like it.
They'd caught up with the herd around mid afternoon - a slow-moving group of about fifty big, heavily-horned creatures that bore a passing resemblance to the long-extinct buffalo, except that they were twice the size and six-legged, with spiked tails. Radittz had shoved the human towards the tor and moved silently towards the massive creatures, using all the available cover and staying downwind. Sulu had a grandstand view as Radittz chose his prey - a huge bull-animal - stalked it, leapt on its back and rode its bucking body until it was half-exhausted, then wrestled it to the ground and broke its neck in one smooth action. The rest of the herd had scattered in fright: Radittz had dragged the carcass to a stand of trees and then beckoned Sulu down. He grinned as the human approached.
"Heh. A decent meal, at last…"
The Saiyan rested while Sulu made camp, ripping a foreleg from the animal and munching it raw, smacking his lips with relish. He was a great deal more battered and bruised than he'd appeared from the top of the bluff: Sulu had offered to tend to him, but the alien had snorted disgustedly.
"You think I am some kind of weakling?"
"No, of course not, Raditts'-san. I just thought to make you more comfortable…"
Radittz had leered, his eyes twinkling, and gestured to his groin. There was a very large bulge under the brief, dust-covered bodysuit.
"Heh - you know how you can do that…"
Kuso! Just great. Was there any activity at all that didn't arouse him? Sulu smiled as innocently as he could.
"Not while I'm making camp, please…"
The Saiyan lowered his head, eyes gleaming.
"Later then…"
Sulu lay on his sleeping bag, leaning back against his pack, belly full to bursting. The meat was rich and delicious, and he'd eaten a disgustingly large amount of it - even managing to surprise Radittz, who generally had a very low opinion of the amount of food humans could consume.
The Saiyan was still snacking, licking blood and rich, tasty grease from his fingers and belching occasionally as the lowering sun flooded the hillside with golden light. And Sulu watched him, feeling something melting inside, allowing his always active imagination to wonder. And wander.
Hai. He was going to. He simply had to know what it felt like…
There was a small, cold, rushing stream close to their campsite: he made his way leisurely to the bank and stripped, rinsing off the sweat and dust of the day - then walked back, naked, inkei stirring at the idea of what he planned to do. Or have done to him, at any rate…
Radittz glanced up as he returned, head turning back for a longer, frankly appraising stare. Sulu blushed and fought to keep his hands away from his groin.
Radittz smirked.
"For a small weak human, you have a fine body, little Sulu."
Sulu sank down onto his sleeping bag and gazed at the Saiyan, unsure of quite what to say. He needn't have worried.
"If you will wait while I wash, I will show you how fine a body I see it to be when I return." He inclined his head quizzically. "I believe that is what you wish? Because if it is not, you shall say now. Later I will not hear you."
His last chance to back out. Gazing at the Saiyan, golden in the light of the setting sun, magnificent mane gleaming, that bewitching tail twitching restlessly beside him… yes, he wanted this.
And Radittz scented it. He smirked.
"I will not be long."
He wasn't. And he too was naked on his return. Sulu gazed up at him, swallowing hard, wide eyed, watching smooth skin glide over hard muscle, the long, flowing, prowling stride, the glitter of hunter's eyes under heavy brows, dark-gold erection jutting, the teasing, lascivious smile…
Kuso, Radittz was pure sex…
He dropped smoothly down into a crouch before the quivering human, tail reaching out to stroke Sulu's chest, tickling down his belly to wrap around his erection…
He nearly came then and there. The strength of that supple, slender limb, the sweet, sweet musky softness of the thick fur, the rhythmic rippling… Kami…
A calloused finger stroking gently down his cheek had him forcing his eyes open, to gaze into Radittz' deep, smoky black regard. The Saiyan smiled.
"Lie down, little Sulu…"
And Sulu complied, lying back, trembling with desire and need and fear. Radittsu closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
"Mmmm… sweet."
A finger pressed lightly against his taut balls, then trailed softly downwards, tickling the skin behind his sac before hovering teasingly over the puckered entrance. Sulu held his breath…
Radittz chuckled.
"Oh no, sweet one. I don't wish to hurt you. Not the first time, anyway. That is no pleasure for me."
Trying not to sigh with relief, Sulu relaxed. Then tensed again as the Saiyan moved up to his neck, licking firmly at his throat, nipping at his collarbone and moving down his chest, gently gnawing down his ribs to one firmly-fleshed hipbone, nibbling and sucking… Sulu squirmed - the extraordinary sensitivity of the skin just below his hip came as a complete surprise… Radittz skirted the straining erection, biting lightly down trembling muscular thighs, talented tongue licking moistly across twitching balls, then slowly - oh so fucking slowly - teasing downwards…
Sulu gasped as the Saiyan laved his anus with saliva, one finger tracing the big vein up the underside of his inkei… This was… this was…
Incoherent with desire and desperate to feel the Saiyan inside him or himself inside Radittz - he'd gone far past caring which as long as this awful aching need was satisfied - he wasn't aware of the sudden tension in the alien's body as Radittz paused, head turned as he scented the air…
The alien pulled away from the human, frowning, then grabbed Sulu by the back of the neck and pulled the reeling, panting human to his knees.
"Hsst. There's someone here."
It felt like being doused with freezing water. If he'd been standing up, Sulu would have fallen over. As it was he collapsed into Radittz's arms with a gasped, "…what…?"
The Saiyan pointed out into the vast grassy plain where he'd hunted earlier. There were several indistinct forms there: as Sulu watched another five materialised. Then they both winced as a brilliant light flooded the set-down site: someone had obviously set up some sort of floodlighting - presumably expecting the planet to be devoid of intelligent life, Sulu thought as his survival instincts kicked in. Then he froze. Puzzled, Radittz leaned very close to his ear and whispered, almost inaudibly,
"What is it, Sulu?"
The human swallowed and twisted to whisper,
"Klingons. They're Klingons."
Radittz frowned.
"So?"
"So… unless we can avoid being caught until the Enterprise returns, we're dead…"
Part Eight
© 2002 November 6th Joules Taylor
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