Thread: All Steamed Space (Shikokudarkstar X Charlie_Death)

Xanthor had to agree with Merrill that there was something to having a physical form that was better than the one that it has. It never liked the idea that its form was the true way to exist, but such a long existence, especially once one experiences a connection to other creatures, can feel lonely. At least, that believed that was it was experiencing. Not that Xanthor minded the feeling, there was something to be had to mindlessly drift through space and understand the universe on such a deep level that every intelligent being that has existed could only dream of. When Merrill left it, Xanthor just stood in the empty lab, wondering what it is that it should do. It has been found out and nothing bad really came out of it. That is, unless you count the physical contact. Xanthor made Colten Brent's body sigh deeply. The sensation of the air entering the lungs, the pressure and tension of the lungs inside the chest and the rush of air leaving the body was so... interesting, and oddly comforting. It may just be because everything it experiences is something completely foreign and new, and that is why it enjoyed the small things. It felt Brent's stomach growl, having neglected food even though it had felt the body's autonomic system kick in various reminders and demands for food. It made it way back to Colten's home, feeling the coldness of the late evening air, and the humidity that comes with the incoming rain. Once it was safely in Colten's home, Xanthor laid his host in his bed and vacated. It needed to get away from the sensations that had been too much for it. Surprisingly, Colten woke up, ate, bathed and used the restroom. These were still things that Xanthor did not want to try. If touch was too much, anything with more flavor than bland water felt too much. As if there was nothing else that Colten wanted to do with his free will, he went back to bed. That one certainly enjoyed being a passenger. The next few days, Xanthor thought it could engage in scientific discussions with Merrill now that they had found some common grounds. If only humans were so easy to deal with! Rather than spend his time trying to figure out how to use the new found information it gave him or discuss other possible routes to accomplish his scientific achievement, he decided to go back to reverse engineering alien technology! Xanthor though it finally got through that fatty muscle inside his skull about his potential for being a great scientist. It seemed like he missed the memo. Irritated with this blatant defiance and postponing of scientific research, Xanthor amped up its harassment. It had originally went to pick up their previous discussion but instead it turned into an even more heated argument. These arguments became so heated that even Brent's body reacted with increased heartrate, faster breathing, and a hormonal surge of norepinephrine, cortisol and adrenaline. Internal prying into Brent's unconscious revealed that even he thought the same as Xanthor. Merrill is being stubborn! When one of these arguments ended up forcing him against a wall, Brent's nervous system kicked in, its passenger evidently getting caught in the drama. It seemed like the more the two were together, the more integrated they became. Their relationship was becoming more symbiotic than parasitic and it did not like it one bit. When Merrill had put his hands on it, as it feared he would, it could feel a spike in the autonomic functions. Its host's temperature rose, blood flow increased, hormones surged and the hairs rose in an evolutionary throwback response. Xanthor completely froze, not knowing what to do with the stimulation. It felt the hands grab it tightly, feel the heat from the other man's hands seep through his cotton shirt. But most importantly, it could sense his energy, that heated turmoil that came with arousal. It had noticed that whenever it was around, there would be the subtle shifts when it was being perceptive to energies around it, but with such tight contact it was a bit much. When Xanthor was about to eject, the offending hands had been removed. Trying to minimize the sensations, Xanthor spread its arms out a bit to prevent them from touching the body, body completely tense and unmoving. Its face was unbelievably hot, as if it had been staring up at the sun for a long period of time, absorbing all the heat. There was even the tickle of a drop of sweat trailing down the side of its face while it attempted to intervene in the body's natural system, halting the response Merrill triggered. Y-you blackguard! You flagrant! You reprehensible, ill mannered, son of a dog! Xanthor shouted as it tried to recompose itself. You take your confounded apology and shove it where the sun doesn't shine! You... Bloody... Touched ... Me! Feeling somewhat desensitized, Xanthor stood straight, only to flinch when its host defied him with a new release of adrenaline and... what endorphins are those? Was the host enjoying this? Traitor. It shook its head and jabbed an accusing finger at Merrill, not caring that their argument had drawn the attention of some of the interns and passing scientists. You know well why you should never touch me! I told you this before! Yet my attempts to verbally communicate to you my needed boundaries just go in one ear and out the other, completely bypassing that organ in your cranium that you call a brain! Why do you defy me? You were onto something and then you piss it away for another day? You don't even confide in me? Not that I want to be an advisor of yours, but you refuse to even allow the subject to be spoken! Your genius is being retarded by your tinkering on... on this junk! It gestured towards the machine that Merrill had brought to the lab to work on, what it was, Xanthor didn't care because it wasn't his original work. It even knocked a piece of it on the floor for good measure. It was so furious at the whole exchange, that it felt like leaping into the gas lamps just to overload them and make them shatter.