"When I get my hands on you…" D'Argo's menacing glower was accented by the fiery desire that burned in his eyes.

D'Argo's wild look made Crichton's heart pound feverishly in his chest and aroused his own excitement. /Man! I sure got his attention and now I'm a dead man. Oh well, it can't get any worse./

Crichton flashed a wicked smile. "Yeah, big guy, but you gotta CATCH me first."

Like a flash D'Argo bolted around the table at him. Crichton was surprised at how fast the big Luxan could move, that is, when properly motivated. Fortunately he was prepared and swiveled sideways making it possible to stay just out of D'Argo's reach. Sprinting across the room he cleared the bed in one graceful leap. Reaching the far wall he stopped and turned, planning to double back around the outer edge of the small room. He figured D'Argo would be right behind him but D'Argo surprised him by running around the bed and coming at him at the angle he'd planned to use as an escape. Doing his best to compensate, Crichton ran back the way he came but his second leap over the bed was considerably less graceful. His ankle caught on the edge and he tumbled down onto its soft surface. He turned over just in time to see D'Argo land on top of him.

He knew then that he was a goner.

Tugging at Crichton's T-shirt, D'Argo yanked it up and pulled John's head out of the collar leaving his arms still in it. Then, with one swift motion, he flipped Crichton onto his stomach and pulled the T-shirt down his arms, forcing his hands behind him. Crichton gasped, feeling the material tighten as D'Argo used the shirt to bind his wrists behind his back.

/Oh, I am seriously fucked!/

With a hard yank, Crichton was lifted off the bed and shoved up against a nearby wall with his back to it. D'Argo faced him; both hands on Crichton's bare shoulders, keeping him pressed flat against the wall.

John's eyes widened at the sight of the fierce desire he's foolishly awakened in D'Argo. He opened his mouth to plead for mercy but was silenced as D'Argo pressed his lips to Crichton's and kissed him. Crichton struggled against D'Argo's body that pressed him into the wall. Struggled against the kiss and the invading tongue that filled his mouth. Struggled against the knotted T-shirt that bound his wrists tight.

D'Argo ran his hand over John's chest, stopping at an erect nipple that he pinched and twisted between his thumb and forefinger. Crichton's body twitched and tensed under D'Argo's touch, a muffled groan was all that was allowed past the kiss. With his other hand D'Argo unfastened the clasp on Crichton's pants and slid under the material to stroke his already erect organ.

Crichton rolled his eyes up to look at the ceiling, gasping for breath from underneath D'Argo's hard, deep kissing. D'Argo still kept his body pressed against Crichton's, holding him firmly to the wall. Crichton's muscles jerked and quivered in response to the Luxan's groping hands.

Finally D'Argo pulled away and Crichton gasped in a deep breath both from excitement and lack of air. D'Argo removed his caressing hands and grabbed Crichton's shoulders. Yanking hard, he dragged John back to the bed and pushed him down on his back. Crichton watched helplessly as D'Argo undressed him the rest of the way. He tried to prop himself up on his elbows but his bound wrists made it almost impossible.

Once D'Argo had him stripped naked he leaned down and took Crichton's cock into his mouth. John moaned and gasped at the warm, moist feel of D'Argo's mouth. The Luxan worked on him without mercy, sucking hard, teasing with his tongue and dragging his teeth along the sensitive shaft. Crichton rocked and groaned without control until he felt his approaching climax. But, before he could reach that final explosion, D'Argo pulled away leaving him trembling and moaning in misery.

D'Argo stood up next to the bed with his eyes locked on John's. Without releasing his stare he slowly began to undress. Unable to break from D'Argo's gaze, Crichton breathed in quick gasps as he struggled to free his bound wrists.

Crichton grit his teeth against the clever way D'Argo was tormenting him. His slow undressing was driving Crichton crazy. He wanted to pull the clothes off D'Argo, wanted to stroke his body, wanted to feel the muscles that stretched under the Luxan's skin. But his bonds held fast, his wrists stayed firmly behind his back. He begged D'Argo to untie him, to let him touch his lover and to bring on the release from his now aching erection.

D'Argo only smiled and held his eyes on Crichton. When D'Argo was finally naked he leaned down and stretched out on the bed next to him. Crichton moaned as D'Argo pulled his head back and began licking and sucking the soft skin on his neck. D'Argo liked Crichton's neck; he always started with his neck. Moving down slowly, he lapped and nibbled along Crichton's collarbone and then down over his chest, light and teasing.

D'Argo's skin was hot and Crichton did his best to press as much of his body against it. He could feel D'Argo's hard cock as it rested on his thigh. Jerking sideways, Crichton tried to turn on his side towards D'Argo so he could press his aching erection against him, grind it against him. D'Argo pushed him back down and held him there as his tongue flicked along the edge of his thigh right were it connected to his body. Still not touching John's hard organ.

Crichton pressed his head against the pillow and shut his eyes tight, doing his best to endure this torment. D'Argo stood up and moved to the foot of the bed. Crichton opened his eyes and gasped as D'Argo wedged his hands between John's thighs and spread them wide. Crichton closed his eyes again and waited for the feel of D'Argo's mouth on his now sore cock. Instead he felt warm, wet lips kissing and sucking on the soft skin of his inner thighs.

Crichton grit his teeth hard at this new teasing. D'Argo moved from one inner thigh to the other. Covering as much area as possible yet avoiding that one place John needed him most.

"You are such a fucking asshole!" Crichton whimpered.

D'Argo let out a low purr of contentment as Crichton continued cursing him.

Then D'Argo raised himself up and moved his mouth close to Crichton's cock. Crichton looked at him with wide eyes and a face twisted in desperation. Stopping only inches away D'Argo puckered his lips and let out a steady breath. The flow of air wisped across the head of Crichton's cock, causing the poor human to shudder miserably.

Standing D'Argo pulled Crichton off the bed. Forcing him to stand he moved Crichton over to the table and guided him down so that his chest lay across it's smooth surface, his ass pointed out, properly presented. John pressed his cheek to the cold surface of the table and closed his eyes tight. He ached miserably to be allowed to climax but D'Argo had cleverly positioned him so his painful erection hung down and touched nothing.

Then he felt D'Argo behind him, grabbing and caressing, kneading the soft flesh of his ass. Crichton held his breath, hoping that D'Argo would grab his cock and stroke it but D'Argo had other plans.

Crichton's muscled tensed as he felt D'Argo's fingers impaled him. As they moved around inside his center John couldn't help gasping and jerking, he knew what this was leading up to. After several minutes of exploring and caressing the fingers were removed and replaced by the tip of D'Argo's cock. Crichton braced himself and let out a choking cry as D'Argo pushed slowly into him. Pressing his forehead to the table Crichton struggled to control his panting breaths. He'd been in this position many times before. It was good but the first thrust was always difficult to endure.

D'Argo held still until he felt John relaxed a bit and then stated to thrust slowly, gently. Soon his pace quickened and the two rocked back and forth as one. Crichton pushed his hips hard with D'Argo's thrusting pelvis and prayed silently that D'Argo would reach around and stroke his tormented organ to climax.

This was not Crichton's lucky day.

D'Argo groaned and gasped as he bucked hard against Crichton, pumping him full of his hot release. Crichton moaned in agony at the denial of his own release. When he was spent, D'Argo leaned down and rested his weight on Crichton's back for the few minutes it took to catch his breath. Then he raised up, pulling Crichton with him.

Once again John was laid out on the bed. This time he rocked and tugged hard against the knotted T-shirt that refused to release his wrists.

D'Argo stood over him, watching Crichton struggle in agony.

"Oh God! D'Argo, please untie me!" Crichton begged pathetically.

D'Argo lowered himself and attacked Crichton's groin, fiercely sucking and stroking. Crichton rocked and bucked violently with this onslaught of stimulation.

Crying out he arched his back, "Oh Jesus! Yes! Yes! Ooooooooooh God!"

Tensing and convulsing he pumped his hot fluids into D'Argo's attentive mouth. No orgasm Crichton had ever experienced had been so hard, so painful.

So good!

Then when every bit of him was used up he lay gasping and trembling. D'Argo lay down beside him and reached around to unfasten the knot that held John's wrists. Finally free Crichton wrapped his arms weakly around D'Argo as D'Argo did the same. Crichton tucked his face in D'Argo's neck and could feel the gentle caressing of D'Argo's hands on his back.

Moving his head down D'Argo kissed John softly on his eyelids, on each cheek and then on his lips before settling down and pulling him close in his arms.

"I guess that'll teach me to play with fire." Crichton whispered.

D'Argo let out a low chuckle and the two fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.

* * * * *

Eilynn couldn't sleep. Her body was tired but her mind wouldn't stop racing. Her people were safe, for now, but she knew that wouldn't last. She knew that they couldn't run forever and fighting was out of the question. They needed to get away, far away, somewhere where they could never be found, but where? The grasp of the Peacekeepers stretched far into the uncharted territories, the rebellion would never be safe there.

She remembered Crichton once referring to a situation like this as "caught between a rock and a hard place."

She suddenly sat up in bed. Crichton!

He was from far, far away! He'd never heard of the Peacekeepers or Luxan's or Delvian's or any of that until he came to this part of the universe!

He got here through a wormhole!

What if he could make another one? Then she could take everyone that was left to the other side of the universe where they could finally be safe!

It's perfect!

Eilynn hopped out of bed and padded down the corridor to Crichton's room. She couldn't wait; she had to know if he could do it, and if he was asleep she would just wake him up. She had to know now!

Reaching his room she could see that it was dark. Oh well, she thought as she opened the door and entered. Walking over to his bed she could see clearly that it was empty.

She tapped on her communicator. "Pilot?"

"Yes, Eilynn?"

"Do you know where Crichton is?"

There was a moment of silence. "I read his comm. badge in D'Argo's cell although I can't be sure if he is in there."

"Thanks Pilot."

Leaving Crichton's quarters she padded further down the hall to D'Argo's. When she approached she could see that his lights were also out. Tip toeing up to the door she peeked through the bars.

The first thing she saw was Crichton. He was lying in D'Argo's bed, on his side, facing the door. His face was a mask of calm and his bare chest moved slightly with the deep breathing of a peaceful sleep. Trailing her eyes down she saw that the bed covers were pulled up almost to his waist. It covered him enough not to reveal anything but it was obvious he was naked underneath.

Why was Crichton on D'Argo's bed? Why was Crichton naked in D'Argo's bed? Where was D'Argo?"

Peering harder into the darkness she realized where D'Argo was. Part of his face was visible just over Crichton's shoulder, tucked into his neck. Casting her eyes along Crichton's length she could see that it was outlined by D'Argo's slightly larger form. He was lying on his side as well, pressed up against Crichton, one large arm draped over the human and sleeping just as soundly.

Eilynn knit her forehead in confusion. She may have been over a hundred cycles old but she'd lived a sheltered life and couldn't possibly understand why two males would sleep together like this. She'd remembered falling asleep with D'Argo, after they'd had sex. He would lie like that with her-pressed up against her with one arm draped over her.

Did John and D'Argo have sex? She couldn't understand how, they were two males. Could males have sex or was this some other male thing?

Just then Crichton shifted slightly while inhaling deeply. Responding to the movement D'Argo groaned softy and pulled his arm tighter around Crichton's chest. In a moment the two settled back down and were still again. Eilynn was surprised at how peaceful they looked together. It almost seemed loving.

Turning she padded back down the corridor to her quarters. She decided that her question could wait.

* * * * *

D'Argo found Crichton in the main hanger working on his Farscape module. He was surprised when Eilynn approached John earlier and asked him if he could make a wormhole for the rebellion to escape into. He was even more surprised that Crichton had thought it was a good idea and agreed to try. D'Argo couldn't help feeling worried; of what, he wasn't quite sure. Was he worried that the plan would fail or was he worried that it would succeed?

If it worked then Eilynn would leave with the others. This time, most likely, for good. Worse, what if it worked in John's favor and opened a wormhole to Earth? Then Crichton would leave, most definitely, for good. D'Argo closed his eyes and tried to push those thoughts from his mind. He couldn't help wishing for the plan to fail.

"Hey, big guy," John said cheerily as D'Argo approached. John's tone seemed just a little too chipper.

/He must really want this to work,/ D'Argo thought. /I know he still hopes to go home and I know that I could never go with him./

D'Argo realized that his face was a mirror of his feelings as he caught Crichton giving him a concerned look.

"Is everything okay?"

D'Argo shook the look off his face and tried to force a smile. "Everything's fine, I was just wondering how things were going."

Crichton started at him for a moment. He knew D'Argo well enough to know that something was bothering him but decided not to press this issue. "Everything's going smoothly. I'm just finishing up the installation of the remote guidance unit."

"Remote?"

"Yeah, so I can control the module from up in command."

D'Argo gave him a quizzical look. "You're not going to pilot the module yourself?"

"It's safer if I do it this way. You know, so I don't get sucked in too."

D'Argo walked over to the module and leaned his arms on it, glancing down into the cockpit. "Do you think it will work?"

Crichton walked over and leaned against the module next to him. "Pilot seems pretty confident that the remote unit is compatible with primitive human technology."

"No, I mean, do you think you'll be able to create a wormhole?" D'Argo's voice was soft and had a sad edge to it.

"Well it should, in theory. There's a nearby system that has some really good solar activity and I have done this twice before." John put his hand on D'Argo's shoulder. "I'm pretty sure that everything will be okay." He then smiled and gave D'Argo a playful bump with his hip. "And I told Eilynn that if there's a blue and green planet on the other side claiming to be Earth she should probably avoid it."

"And if Earth is on the other side?" D'Argo's voice was softer than before.

Crichton took his hand off D'Argo's shoulder and leaned against him slightly, knowing now what was really bothering him. "The chances of a wormhole leading to Earth are about a million, zillion to one," he paused. "Besides, Earth isn't my home any more."

D'Argo looked at Crichton, unable to hide the surprise on his face.

Crichton, however, kept his eyes forward. When he spoke again his voice was a whisper. "My home is wherever you are."

D'Argo turned to look forward again and leaned slight closer to John so that the two were pressing against each other. A silent show of affection, unnoticeable to anyone else but speaking volumes to the two Sword Brothers.

D'Argo felt himself silently rejoicing. There was always a fear that some day John would find his way home and leave him. D'Argo knew from experience that home was a hard thing to give up. When it is given up for the love of another it is a love so strong that it outshines everything else.

To know now how strongly John felt, D'Argo was suddenly humbled by it.

* * * * *

D'Argo headed down the corridor towards Eilynn's cell. He hadn't really gotten a chance to talk to her since she came aboard. He knew that there were still feelings brewing between them and he wasn't quite sure how to handle that. He loved Crichton now and felt that it was important that Eilynn know. At least to prevent anything inappropriate from happening, although he secretly hoped something would.

As he approached her door he could hear Breg's voice; the two seemed to be having an argument.

"That is the craziest thing I've ever heard!" Breg shouted.

Eilynn answered in a calm voice. "Well if you can think of anything better, I'd sure like to hear it"

"It just sounds too risky."

"I have every confidence in Crichton. When we reach the fleet I want you and Meyla to take a transport over to Ka-Halen's ship and wait for me."

"Why don't you come with us?"

"I'm going to stay behind in case I'm needed."

D'Argo started to walk away, deciding to find Eilynn later for that talk.

"You mean in case D'Argo needs you." Breg's tone was sarcastic.

This made D'Argo stop and listen in.

"I've always been honest with you about my feelings for him."

"It doesn't mean I have to like it."

"Well, you'll just have to deal with it. Just because we shared a bed a few times doesn't mean you own me."

"It was a little more than a few times, Eilynn."

"I can't start loving you any more than I can stop loving him."

D'Argo wasn't sure if he should be happy or worried to hear Eilynn say these things.

There was the sound of glass clanking together and then some clicking noises.

"Oh, Great Light, Eilynn! When are you going to get off that stuff?"

"I'm really not in the mood for another one of your lectures."

"Well I'm sorry. I just can't stand to see you pumping that dren into your veins."

"Then leave!"

"Fine! I will!"

Breg came stomping out of Eilynn's quarters and turned down the opposite way D'Argo was standing, not even seeing the Luxan as he left. D'Argo took this opportunity to approach the door. He was now very curious to know what Breg was referring to as "dren".

Just as he entered the room he saw Eilynn pulling an injector out of her arm. Looking up to see him she was visibly startled and quickly stuffed the injector into a black case and slamming the lid shut.

"Great Light, D'Argo! Would it kill you to knock?

D'Argo was not interested in pleasantries and came right to the point. "What were you injecting in your arm?"

Eilynn gave him an angry look as she rolled her sleeve back down. "None of your frelling business!"

"Maybe so, but I'm asking you anyway."

Eilynn picked up the black case and stuffed it under her pillow. "It's medicine."

"The way Breg was talking, it didn't sound like medicine."

"Oh, I see. Now your eavesdropping on me?"

"I was walking by."

"Then why don't you keep walking!"

D'Argo was shocked that Eilynn was talking to him like this. He wanted to pursue the topic but her angry stare told him that it would be a waste of time.

Without saying anything else he turned and left her quarters.

TO BE CONTINUED…