Shadows from the Badlands

A/N: Cross infection of human/alien STD's is extremely unlikely, use protection.

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Even though it had been less then two weeks since he had first met Dash'r, he knew his statement was accurate. Possibly due to being able to feel each others emotions, but he had fallen well and truly in love with the Protoss, and he knew, with no doubt in his mind that the feelings were returned.

"Dash'r," he said, "I want to finish what we were starting earlier when Sarah interrupted, and I know it might seem like its abrupt-"

He was cut off as Dash'r pushed lightly at his shoulders, guiding him towards the small cot. He could hear the mirth in the Protoss voice, "You are babbling again, Michael. But I agree."

When the back of Michael's knees impacted lightly on the frame of the cot, he lowered himself, sitting on the hard bed. His face was now at stomach height on Dash'r, he his hands swiftly undid the fastenings of Dash'rs garments, letting them fall to the floor. He then stripped off his shirt and pants, before gently licking at the already hard member in front of him, and they both reveled in the dual sensation. He lowered his head over the tip of Dash'rs dick, and sucked lightly at it, and licked the small drops of fluid that appeared off as they formed.

A pressure on his shoulders pushed him off the hardened cock of is lover, and he leaned back against the bulkhead behind him. Dash'r knelt by the bed, and wrapped his hand around Michael's dick, the rough textured skin and unique three fingered hand caused a spike of pleasure to shoot up his spine, causing him to shiver and moan quietly. The Protoss other hand strayed to his hip, and urged his butt to the edge of the bed, exposing his hole just enough to be teased by the thick digits of Dash'rs hand.

"Hand on, we need lube," Michael said, interrupting Dash'rs ministrations as the pressure from the thick finger had increased, seeking entry. "Its, um," he realized that he had no lube, and could hardly ask Dash'r to use his own spit. He worked a little up and applied it to his entrance, it wasn't much but it would have to do,he was not going to let anything interrupt this.

Dash'r resumed his probing at Michael's entrance when he gestured for him to continue. The thick finger gained a small amount of entry with the help of the spit, but the sensation was still bordering on unpleasant.

"Michael, is this going to work?" Dash'r asked, and Michael realized that he had probably picked up on the discomfort he was feeling.

"Yes, you'll just have to go slow, trust me, I want this."

At the declaration he turned and laid down on his back on the bed, he legs spread and watched as Dash'r climbed up, positioning himself on his knees between the human's legs. Michael lifted his feet, and placed his ankles on the Protoss' somewhat bony shoulders.

"Just work the tip around, let the juice prep me," he instructed. He moaned at the sensation of Dash'rs hard cock pressing against his hole, and simultaneously felt the echo of it on his own member. Dash'r prodded not gaining entry, but slowly depositing some precum on the tight orifice with every miniscule thrust.

After several minutes with no progress, Michael's impatience got the better of him. He moved one leg behind Dash'r, and on the next tiny thrust, flexed, causing the Protoss' member to penetrate into him. The precum had done it's job, and Michael felt only a tiny amount of pain as his ass stretched and throbbed around the large cock. The pleasure over rode the pain almost entirely, as he felt the tip gently brushing against his prostate, while having the echoed sensation of his own cock buried into a tight butt as well.

With out prompting, Dash'r began thrusting in and out, gently lodging a bit more of his dick into Michael with each thrust. The continued deposits of precum further lubing his entrance. Michel rocked his hips, bringing even more of his lovers member inside of him, and the intense sensations were already threatening to send them both over the edge, as they both felt the pleasure of the other. Even Dash'r completely halting was not enough to prevent both from cumming, and with a final lunge he buried the rest of his cock into the human, along with his load. Michael's own penis erupted, technically without ever having been touched, covering his chest and stomach with ropes of cum.

Dash'r collapsed forward, his member still achingly hard inside Michael, and the sensitivity was transmitted to both, causing the orgasm sensation to feel as if it lasted minutes as it echoed back and forth across their minds, slowly diminishing, and leaving both incoherent, their brains practically fried from pleasure.

It took forever according to their addled brains, for Dash'rs cock to soften enough to gently be extracted from Michael, and afterward, Dash'r completely collapsed, resting his weight on the smaller human. Michael could feel himself dozing off lost in the most intense afterglow of his life, and he could feel Dash'r right behind him, lapsing into his own deep sleep.

When he woke, he found that they had shifted positions, and were now front to back, spooned on the cramped cot. He could feel Dash'rs soft, substantial member pressed into his butt, and he wondered if they would have time for another round before the shit hit the fan and they arrived, wherever it was that they were headed. He gentry rocked back, nudging the sleeping Protoss behind him, hoping that an infallible sense of time was another gift that he possessed.

He felt the Protoss stir, and luxuriated in the tightened embrace he was soon wrapped in, "What time is it? Any idea if we have time for another go?" he asked, hopeful, yet dreading the possibility that combat was only minutes away.

"We have time if we hurry," Dash'r said, and in a slightly teasing mental tone added, "Since neither of us appear to be able to last, it should not be a problem."

Michael knelt on the bed, and rolled Dash'r onto his back. He stroked the soft member in front of him, working on getting it hard as fast as he could. When the Protoss' cock was pointed towards the ceiling he straddled Dash'rs lap, and positioned his still moist ass above it. In one swift motion he had descended to the base of the cock, and he groaned at the sensation of a speedy rough entry that echoed across his own body. He rocked his hips back and forth.

He raised up, leaving only the tip of the large member in him, before swiftly settling back down on Dash'rs lap. A second time and the Protoss met him halfway. Their tempo increased, and far to soon, he felt the sensation creeping up his dick that he would soon cum. Dash'r now held his hips aloft, and thrust upwards, the unique setup of his legs giving him a greater amount of thrust as he swiftly made love to his human partner. It only took minutes for their orgasm to reach them, and Michael emptied himself on the the muscled chest below him as Dash'r deposited his own second load.

They were brought out of their extended echoing orgasm when the intercom crackled to life.

"This is Raynor," they heard, the voice echoing through a ship wide broadcast, "We will be dropping out of warp in 30 minutes around Korhal, the hardest hit human world, prepare for combat."

Michael laughed, and leaned forward, relishing in the sensation of Dash'rs slowly softening cock still lodged in him, rocking in and out."That man has horrid timing."

"Yes, and I would say we have time to go again, aside from the fact that you once again need a new set of armor."

Michael just laughed. He slowly got up from his perch atop Dash'r, and dressed. His legs ached slightly from the awkward positions he had been in, and he idly wondered where the nearest working restroom was. It would not do to get a cramp in his gut in the middle of a firefight with a hybrid.