AUTHOR: Babygirl lizlee@star.net

PAIRING: John/D´Argo

RATING: NC-17 graphic m/m anal sex.

SUMMARY: D'Argo comes to terms with what he truly feels.

NOTES: Part three of my "Reaching Out" series. This story takes place hours after my story "Reaching In".

DISCLAIMER: These characters belong to Henson and the SciFi Channel, and no copyright infringement is intended by my use of them. The characters may not belong to me, but the story does. Copyright 2000, Babygirl.

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It was silent in the dark cell, save for the constant low hum that Moya's systems made. In the center of the cell was a bed, and on the bed were two naked figures. One lay amongst the sheets sleeping soundly, the other sat on the edge of the bed with elbows resting on his knees.

/What have I done?/

D'Argo leaned forward and covered his face with his hands. Behind him he could hear Crichton's soft, rhythmic breathing. The Human seemed at peace, D'Argo was envious. Perhaps it was easier for Humans to cast off their social rules and act on their feelings? Perhaps Humans weren't as strict as Luxans in regards to same sex matings?

For D'Argo, few things seemed easy, most of all love.

He took a chance loving Lo'laan, and he paid a huge price, although not as huge a price as she did. But at least she was a female. But now, this, with Crichton. It was wrong, everything he had been taught told him it was so very wrong.

Then why did it feel so right?

To show brotherly love for another male was normal among Luxans, but to love another male was…was evil. The laws were very clear on that. D'Argo had told John that for a warrior to show affection for another of the same sex was considered treason and punishable by death. But he didn't tell John that such a crime is considered bad enough to sentence the accused to Untra'Tal.

Only once had D'Argo seen the sentence of Untra'Tal carried out. Two warriors that had been caught together were brought out before the entire army. Their tunics were stripped off and their arms were pulled wide as their wrists were bound between two poles. Then they were whipped, but only ten lashes, only until their backs were bloody.

Then they were left there to bleed.

It was horrible to watch the two men screaming and writhing as they were poisoned by their own blood. It took a long time for them to die and all the while the other warriors were ordered to watch. D'Argo was young but knew then that the strange stirrings inside of him were bad and must be subdued at all costs.

It was hard, the urges were strong but D'Argo fought them and took pride in the fact that he was able to overcome the perversion that bubbled within him.

That is, until now.

/No! This shouldn't have happened!/ D'Argo groaned softly into his hands and rubbed his face in frustration.

Behind him there was a rustling of sheets and a sleepy sigh. "Hey D'Argo," John said, propping himself up on one elbow.

"Go back to sleep, Crichton." There was a hard edge to D'Argo's words.

John sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Are you okay, big guy?"

"No!" D'Argo snapped back. "I am very far from okay."

John reached over and placed his hand on D'Argo's shoulder. Almost immediately D'Argo jerked his shoulder forward, pulling away from the touch.

"Hey, did I do something wrong?" John was suddenly feeling hurt.

"It is I who am wrong."

"Why?"

"Two males should not mate!"

"It's a little late to start having second thoughts."

There was a long empty silence. John took a deep breath before speaking again. "Hey D'Argo, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you into something you weren't ready for."

"I went willingly," D'Argo whispered sadly.

"But you regret it now?"

"No!" D'Argo turned to look at John. "I mean, it was nice to finally…finally…"

"Let go," John cooed as he slipped his arms around D'Argo's waist. "To give in to those feelings that you've been fighting all your life, the feelings that everyone else said were evil."

"You say that as if you can see my thoughts," D'Argo pressed himself back against John. It felt so good to feel the warmth of his body.

John planted a few soft kisses on D'Argo's shoulder. "I've been fighting the same battle you have, big guy, all my life."

"I always felt that I was alone," D'Argo whispered.

"You're not alone anymore," John said as he slipped his hand down and began stroking D'Argo's mivonks. D'Argo inhaled sharply as the ridges pulsed and rippled under John's caress.

Satisfied that he had made D'Argo forget his reluctance, he pulled him down on the bed and slid his body on top. D'Argo gasped and inhaled as John kissed and nibbled at his chest before closing in on his mouth for a long passionate kiss.

D'Argo couldn't believe how much he enjoyed kissing John; there was a coarse gruffness to it that D'Argo found especially appealing. Wrapping his arms tightly around John he gave back the kiss as strongly as it was given. Before long John was pulling away, gasping for air. D'Argo couldn't help feeling aroused at winning that little intimate show of strength.

"You like to play rough, eh?" John said with a wicked smile. "Perhaps you need a good frelling and I think I'm the one to give it to you."

D'Argo's hearts suddenly started to race and his body went ridged at the thought of what John was suggesting. John quickly picked up the look of worry on D'Argo's face and his sudden tension. Mentally he kicked himself, this was all still something very new to D'Argo and he had to remember not to let his passions push D'Argo into something he was not ready for.

"Hey, I'm sorry man," John reassured. "I'm not gonna make you do anything you don´t want to."

Immediately he felt D'Argo's body relax under him. "I feel very foolish," he sighed. "I just don´t think I'm ready to be…penetrated yet."

"Don't worry about it, big guy," John smiled softly. "It's a big step." He then thought for a moment. "If you like you can, you know, do me."

D'Argo was silent for a while as he pondered this thought. "You…wouldn't mind?"

John cracked a wide smile. "Sadly I am a slut, I like it both ways."

"You're sure?"

"Only if you are."

D'Argo thought about it for a moment longer. "I would like to try it."

Smiling, John rolled off D'Argo and lay down next to him on his back. "Take me, I'm yours!"

D'Argo let out a slight chuckle. He was truly thankful that John was doing all he could to make this as easy as possible. Rolling on his side he let his hand slide over John's chest a few times before saying anything.

"How do you want to do this?"

John leaned over the edge of the bed and pulled a small glass jar out from the back of a drawer on his nightstand. "First we are going to need a little help."

"What is this?" D'Argo took the bottle and popped the cork off. Inside was a clear thick cream that had a slight menthol scent to it.

"Just a lubricant to make things more pleasant. I picked it up a few months ago at one of the commerce planets."

D'Argo gave John a quizzical look. "How long have you been planning on bedding me?"

John couldn't help laughing. "I assure you it was the farthest thing from my mind at the time. I just like to be prepared in case I get lucky."

D'Argo looked at the bottle again and took a deep breath. "Alright, now what?"

John got up on his knees and urged D'Argo to do the same until they were sitting on the bed facing each other. Then, taking the bottle he scooped out a glob of the cream, warmed it in his hands and then started to spread it over D'Argo's cock. Using long, slow stokes, John made sure all necessary areas were covered and was pleased at how quickly D'Argo hardened under his touch. He then lay down on his back on the bed, bending his knees and spreading his legs.

Needing no instructions D'Argo scooped out some of the cream and, once warmed up, spread it deep between John's ass cheeks. He also took this opportunity to study John a bit, caressing and prodding. He could hear and feel John responding to his exploring fingers and found it aroused his own pleasure.

Now came the moment of truth. Lying down on top of John, D'Argo positioned him self so that his cock was pressing into the opening of John's anus. John in turn lifted his hips slightly to make the angle better. When he felt sure of himself D'Argo pushed forward with his pelvis and entered John.

The cream helped him slide in smoothly but he suddenly stopped half way when he heard John gasp.

"Is everything okay?" D'Argo was suddenly very worried that he might have caused John pain.

"You're doing fine," John whispered. "Just keep it slow."

D'Argo pushed forward some more, being careful and paying close attention to every sound and movement John made, however slight. When he was all the way in he paused looking down at John.

John smiled and reached up to stroke his cheek. "I'm ready if you are, big guy."

Slowly, D'Argo began to move in and out inside John. It was a magnificent feeling to be clamped so tightly by this hot passage. His arousal felt as if it was jump started and his rhythm increased. John also felt as if he'd been struck with a bolt of ecstasy as D'Argo's bumped and ridged cock moved in and out, hitting all kinds of spots he never knew he had. As an added bonus John's painfully hard cock was rubbing against D'Argo's stomach and all those wonderful rippling Mivonks ridges.

D'Argo was overcome with the strong musky scent that wafted off John's body and surrounded him. His Mivonks ridges were rippling frantically against John's cock sending wave after wave of pleasure shooting though his body. It wasn't long before D'Argo was completely lost in all of the sensations and he was thrusting into John almost violently.

John wove his legs in with D'Argo's and wrapped his arms around the Luxan's broad shoulders. His muscles tensed and his back arched against the jerking thrusts that were so hard and so good. As he could feel his excitement peaking he groaned loudly as he dug his fingers into D'Argo's muscular back.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh Goooooooooooood!" John's back arched high and his hips rocked as his hot release shot out soaking both their stomachs.

The sound of John's cries combined with the wet warmth on his mivonks and the muscles that contracted within the Human pushed D'Argo over his edge. His body went ridged and hard as a rock as his mivonks contracted to push out his own hot fluids.

As John felt himself filled up he couldn't help notice that once again D'Argo was struggling with all his strength to hold in any sounds he might make.

When it was done D'Argo sank down boneless onto John and laid there in silence. John reached up and began tenderly stoking D'Argo's tentacles at the same time he moved in for a long leisurely kiss.

"That was pretty good, wasn't it" John said softly.

"It'll do," D'Argo whispered back.

Surprised for a moment John leaned back laughing hysterically.

THE END