Thread: All Steamed Space (Shikokudarkstar X Charlie_Death)

It was boggling to his mind that the alien said that he needed no sustenance to be alive. If he understood the alien correctly, then the alien literal lived on nothing. Merrill cocked his head before letting out a sigh. Of course the idea that ghosts were just the left-over energy of a life past made some form of twisted sense he supposed. Although, if the alien was correct...the idea of a mechanical man would be best if the parts could be integrated into the nervous system before it was fully formed. That way the two energies would be in sync and the organic matter would be able to adapt to the wavelength of the mechanical. Merrill didn't know if he had the stomach to work with the unborn in such a way. Probably best he gave it up but he couldn't quite give up the idea. Tabling the idea inside his brain he turned his attention back to his companion. There are theories that your form is the final form of evolution. Merrill broke away from his thoughts before looking over at the alien. That we will one day shed our need of bodies and become incorporeal beings. The man paused a moment before sighing, Sounds rather boring to me. I am rather attached to my body. The thought that we may no longer have them frightens me. As of right now, our identity as a specie is heavily related to our forms. In fact the term hominoid is a form with two arms, two legs and a body similar to ours. The Matuuk by definition are hominoid as are Flampkin. Though from what I have seen the Flampkin are a rather simple specie. Murk claims they become very smart when they are of age but anything that eats the excrement of horses does not have my vote for intellect at the moment. He wondered if Xanthor's specie had once had a body or if they had always been masses of sentient energy. Everything had to have a beginning and so he wondered how the alien's own specie had started. Merrill let out a sigh before looking again at his pocket watch and cringing. I'm afraid it is time for me to depart. I bid you adieu. Over the course of the next few days, Merrill worked on other inventions. The idea of a mechanical man was shoved to the side as he started work again on reverse engineering some of the more useful items that Murk and Kutuel had brought with them. Most of the work he did was at his home since the few times he had tried to work on them at work, Xanthor began to set fire to his nerves. However, his house guests as of late were also getting on his nerves and the lesser of two evils had become one belligerent alien as opposed to one nesting one and his mate. He wasn't going to give up reverse engineering. Not, if it would help humanity. It wasn't like he was recreating weapons. He mostly stuck to things that would make a hard life easier. However the way that Xanthor reacted often had him thinking that it didn't matter what he did. Although they had shared good civil conversation in the past. The more recent days seemed to fill with arguing. In fact, there seemed to be a bet as to if they were going to kill each other going around their colleagues. Of course there were different things he would rather be doing to Xanthor but it was hard since the man wasn't in a body that was his. Some days it was hard to remember that. One such day Merrill found himself tested, he had backed Xanthor into a wall again. Merrill had put his hands on the man's shoulders to do something, probably shake some sense into him when he froze. Colten Brent's body was something from Merrill's dreams. He inhaled startled, feeling the strong shoulders. He also felt the strong body as he was close to the infuriating alien. It took moments for Merrill to settle, slowly removing himself from the other man. He almost hated that he knew Xanthor was not really Colten Brent. He hated that he had to pull himself back physically away from the man. There was no one like Xanthor who turned Merrill's blood into a raging inferno. The man had a feeling the alien would effect him no matter what his body looked like. However, in Brent's body, the alien was a deadly package to Merrill's already shaky composure. Being with another man was frowned upon heavily and while it wasn't a deadly law yet, it looked on it's way to becoming one. Merrill could see the writing on the wall. It wasn't common and it wasn't useful so it was to be feared. Just because Xanthor had no issue with Merrill's gender did not mean that Brent didn't either. It was an exhausting thought and one he had many times before. Merrill huffed, leaning back against another wall. Apologies, but I do not believe we will ever see eye to eye on this. His attraction was growing more that he knew the alien. Why was it that even though he wanted to throttle the alien, that he wanted to bed the creature so completely? Did Xanthor have any clue all the havoc that he was creating inside Merrill's mind? Did Xanthor even care? Merrill had always assumed since he fought so much that the alien cared about him in his own abrasive way. Of course it was hard with all the different stressors in Merrill's life to not take the alien's manners personally. Merrill had told Murk and Kutuel about Xanthor as a courtesy and the pair had reacted like he expected. Which really wasn't well but they had grown used to the idea and after much hissing had told him they would behave if and when Xanthor came over. Right now though, Merrill was thinking he needed to get another house just so he wouldn't have to be around any of them. Murk said he just needed to be bedded but since the only 'person' he was interested in was two different people he was rather confused as to what he was going to do with his affection. Perhaps he would have to visit a den of pleasure but the thought nauseated him more than relieved him.