Shadows from the Badlands

The debriefing by Commander Raynor was thankfully short. All the commander wanted to know it seemed was what the current state of the UED was. It appeared he had played a large role in the original defeat of the army that had invaded. Michael willingly provided all he knew, which ended up as being in the 'not much' category. Also of particular interest was the weapon used in conjunction with the Xel'Naga structure that crossed into folded space. Michael provided the scans he had taken of it, coupled with the map of the exit points.

He gathered that indeed most of planets that Dash'r had identified as zerg held were either freed entirely or massively disorganized. Raynor had largely defeated the zerg three months earlier, by lighting off the very power source that Michael and Dash'r had identified as being part of the Xel'Naga facility. Now, having the device completed was almost pointless. 95% all zerg had died in the attack.

Raynor had known more then he let on of course. He got points for getting as many colonists away from the hybrid as he did, but he was still not being trusted with much information in return. He didn't really care, except for the subject of Sarah Kerrigan, whose name was still very familiar, he just could not place where from.

In the end he was assured out of the mans office and shown to a dingy little room in a barracks on the edge of the base. It was tiny, with room for a single occupant to move around, and barely at that. He supposed this meant that no one had seen his reunion with Dash'r after his escape from the hospital. He looked around the dim room, and wished for his Protoss to arrive. He could feel him nearby, after being politely asked to leave Michael to the debriefing, he had left, never going far.

His wish was granted as Dash'r appeared in the shadowed room, apparently having no need to use doors to enter rooms. Michael smiled ans relaxed into the Templar's embrace, "That's a neat trick," he said.

Dash'r chuckled into his mind, "Yes, it is convenient, I had never thought to use it in this manner however."

Michael looked around the room, taking in the rusted metal walls, and the bed that would probably not even comfortably hold him. "This place is tiny, did you get better quarters on your end?"

"Yes, our base is almost as big as your own, yet has a fraction of your numbers. My quarters are much," Dash'r looked around, and the derision dripped through the mental connection, "Nicer."

Michael dragged Dash'r to the bed, and sat next to him, relaxing into the embrace. He felt the deepening of their connections, and the full flood of of emotion passed through it. Michael felt the residual fear, and saw glimpses of images of his neck being crushed, he felt the steadily deepening love that Dash'r felt for him. He fully realized that the emotions were likely fully reflected in him, the fear he had felt when bandaging up Dash'rs side, and the realization that he was starting to love the Protoss in turn barely surprised him. Even after so few days around each other, and only a handful of 'kisses' everything felt right.

He turned and fully embraced the Protoss next to him, unsure of how far he wanted to take things tonight. He was half desperate and half terrified, wanting nothing more then to sit astride the aliens lap, and let nature take it's course.

"Dash'r," he said, his voice unsteady, "I want you, I don't want to wait anymore."

He felt the surge of arousal flood into him from Dash'r, and felt the soothing voice in his mind, "I agree, and I must admit, I am very curious as to what all we can do if and when we proceed further."

Michael smiled, and took this as permission. He pushed Dash'r back, so that he was half sitting on the bed, and half leaning against the wall, and crawled on top, straddling his lap, and pressing himself down against the hardness he felt beneath him. The simultaneous sensations were going to be difficult to get used to, and he was sure that for a long time, he was not going to last long during their encounters. He slowly ground himself back against Dash'rs lap, causing the Protoss to give a mental equivalent of a groan. He felt Dash'r reach around and grab onto his cheeks, guiding the back and forth motion in time with his own upward thrusts.

Michael took full advantage of the opportunity and explored Dash'rs muscled torso with his hands, examining the differences in their respective form. He kept his eyes firmly glued on the Protoss' own glowing eyes, losing himself in the glowing depths. The duel sensations he was feeling were quickly bringing him to the edge, far sooner and with far less contact then had been the case since he was very young, and by virtue of their connection, he was fully aware that Dash'r was approaching that point as well. He wondered, with a smile, whether it was even possible for them not to reach fulfillment at the same moment.

He backed off, wanting to lessen the sensations, and prolong the sensations. Demonstrating the natural symmetry that they had developed, Dash'r also slowed himself.

"Is it always this intense," Michael asked, catching his breathe, completely overwhelmed.

"Yes, I have not been with someone since long before your birth, but I remember my experiences with her being similar. I had not thought that I would feel this way again."

Michael caught the sadness in Dash'rs voice, and tried to let the feelings he had for the Protoss warrior. Feeling the need to distract him and lift the sudden depressing atmosphere that was threatening to overwhelm his companion, he reached down and stroked the now half soft member of the Protoss through the thick robe that he wore. The sensation also translated through to his own. Causing him to groan as Dash'r was successfully brought out of his semi depressed mood.

The shaft beneath the fabric was large, and felt like it had the same basic setup as his own. Michael focused his attention on the areas his own was most sensitive.

"There will be a feedback of sensation, Michael, if you want to extend this, then you need to back off again, or I doubt either of us will last much longer."

With the decision left up to him, Michael just smirked at the Protoss, reaching underneath the robes and groping the shaft. The texture was different then his own, but even without being able to see it, he knew what to do. He stroked up and down the shaft, and it took no time at all for the sensations overwhelmed them both. Michael lost his load into the thin pants he wore. Beneath him Dash'rs large shaft shot it's load into the hand gripping him, and smeared around the inside of his robe.

The orgasm he experienced was the most intense by far that he had ever experienced, he collapsed onto Dash'rs chest, barely aware of the world around him as he rode the reverberations of pleasure that passed back and forth across their connection. Dash'r had not fared much better, and was bonelessly laying against the wall, also lost.

When he came back to his sensations he felt the load dripping around his hand from the softening shaft. He brought his hand up to his face and tentatively licked the creamy substance, curious as to it's taste, as Dash'r looked on. The flavor that flooded his mouth was different, he supposed, then a humans. It was not unpleasant, the flavor was roughly the same, just slightly more minerals.

Dash'r reached up, wrapping his arms around Michael, "Hold on, I will return us to my quarters, we will be more comfortable sleeping there."

Indeed Michael had suddenly become aware of his intense fatigue, and the relaxed nature of adjust experienced orgasm made him nod his head immediately. He was asleep, still straddling his lovers lap, immediately after the disorienting experience had ended.