Thread: All Steamed Space (Shikokudarkstar X Charlie_Death)

Merrill jolted at the alien's words, flinching like he had been hit. For something that wasn't human to start with, Xanthor was perfectly able to make verbal hits. Sometimes Merrill if he was really sane to enjoy the alien as much as he had. Of course when the alien was talking about need that lit another fire in Merrill's blood. Like the alien knew anything about needs! He didn't even need anything to just exist! Your needs? What do you know of needs ? What of my needs? If you remember when we were working on my project we discussed the need for more organic matter. A natural organism with the blend that I was creating! I have a need to! You know what that need is? I need to be able to look at myself in the mirror at the end of the day. I refuse to work on the unborn! It makes me sick to even think about the possibility! Merrill shook in anger when he watched the alien shoved his project onto the floor. His hands fisted and he found himself thinking of getting into a round of fisticuffs with the other before he caught himself. Looking back he saw some of their colleagues gathering and flinched. He had forgotten for all of a few moments where he was. He couldn't say everything he wanted to without sending himself and Brent into Bedlam. No one could know of aliens. No one could know fully about Merrill's attraction to men. When the witch hunts were going to start, it would be the ones that everyone knew about that they went after. He had forgotten while hanging out with aliens that he needed to take care. After all it wasn't like Xanthor would have to live with the consequences of his actions, it was Colten Brent. Merrill started laughing at that thought. He knew the alien was going to get more infuriated but he couldn't help the dark laugh that left him. It is not junk if it helps someone! But you don't care about that! All you care about is what you think I should do with my supposed genius! Have you ever thought that maybe I refuse to talk about it with you because I'm tired of other's dictating how I should be! You, who think you know just how everything should be? Have you ever thought that maybe I just want to be able to breathe? That I just want to be able to help people without being condemned for everything I do? Perhaps that thought never entered your brain? Perhaps you only care for my results and not me as myself. Merrill shook, his body shivering. Damnation he was so tired of just being the genius. He was tired of just being the eccentric. He was a person too. He wasn't an automation. He wasn't just his brain. Perhaps he was being slightly sensitive about it since it was all that anyone ever cared about him. His parents had shoved him in the best schools and forgotten about it. Now all they cared about was his adding to the family fortune. They wanted him to marry a lady above his station and wasn't that just selfish that he wanted to remain a bachelor? But he digressed, yes, in his temper he had forgotten that Xanthor wasn't corporeal. He had forgotten that the alien was highly sensitive to touch. Wasn't that just condemning right there? The first time in a long time he found a being he was willing to risk being with and he couldn't even touch them? All the sudden at the turn of his thoughts, hopelessness flooded his senses. What was the point of fighting it all? It wasn't like he was going to change the alien's view? At his unimaginable age, he was surely set in his ways. He couldn't think of any way to help with the over stimulation that the alien was experiencing. Merrill pulled on his coat and ignored the alien before slamming the door behind him. Another few days passed before he came back into his work. He was looking over slides of cells from growing environment of a fetus. Perhaps if he could not make his mechanical man, he could somehow make a growing environment so he would be able to have a babe without the need of a woman? The very thought of laying with a woman was agonizing and while he searched over the slides he wrote into his journal. Perhaps he could make something similar with the fluids of other creatures. Kutuel had offered some of this odd cells that allowed the growth of a babe but Merrill hadn't taken him up on it yet. He probably would after the babe was born. Merrill sketched his idea into his journal before pausing his work to finally look back Xanthor. Whatever the alien was thinking, he hadn't seemed to care about what Merrill was working on yet. It seemed that as long as he wasn't reverse engineering he was able to breathe. Perhaps it was time to extend an olive branch. Even if the alien did rile him, the feelings he had of attraction hadn't lessened. Perhaps he was as sick as the churches often claimed. Merrill looked back at the body of Colten Brent before sighing, Are Matuuk the only specie that allow male breeding? He supposed that would have to work for an olive branch. Not that he wasn't expecting to be verbally hit again. He found he couldn't always tell with Xanthor what the alien would do.