Donja
NC~17
Summary:
John and Chiana play a virtual reality game that has adverse affects.
by
ChianaGray
12/1/00
Crichton roamed down the corridor, hopping in his step as he jerked his hands up and down in front of his chest with his
thumbs up.
"M - I, crooky letter, crooky letter I, crooky letter, crooky letter I, hump back, hump back I..."
Chiana creased her brows at him, tilting her head slightly as she hung out of her bedroom door and watched him pass.
"What are you doing?" She asked as she stepped into the hall and watched with a wry smirk as she followed behind.
"Stuck in my head," Crichton muttered as he paused and then turned on a heel to the crossing hall and began to jerk his
head back and forth in a bird like fashion as he continued his bouncy hop. "M - I crooky letter, crooky letter I..."
"So, you're going to go down the halls like you're kinkoid until it goes away," She eyed him beneath her bangs as she chuckled.
"I'm not farbot," Crichton spoke lightly as he turned to her and flicked out his index finger and thumb at her with both
hands, biting his lower lip as he moved his hands back and forth from his chest. "I'm bored, ya know what I'm saying, like,
let's fit Guido with some cement shoes and take him for a swim at the dock."
"There is something we could do," she smiled teasingly as she looked him over. "But you wouldn't be interested."
"Try me," he blinked slowly as he nudged his head at her. "As long as it doesn't start with 'I know this niece big dead
Budong restraunt just reeking for business'."
"Oh ha - ha," she darted him a glare and turned to leave him when he grabbed her arm.
"No seriously," he glanced around himself, thumbing his lip as he eased his shoulder closer into her. "So aah, what's the
plan CatWoman, we ditch BatMan and take his Bat Mobil for a little spin? Y'know Robyn might get just a little jealous."
She snorted her breath through her nostrils as he waggled his brows and bobbed his head with his mouth hanging open. She
shook her own and slapped her hand to his shoulder, cutting her eyes to him.
"Trust me, I don't think you could deal with this one."
"Oh?" He blinked again as he stepped back. "I'm interested, curiosity is definitely going, so what's the sales pitch?"
"Donja," she nearly cooed as she turned her head into him and planted her finger in his chest, shifting her hips as she
twisted the finger. "But you wouldn't play, you're too square."
"Square?" He gave her a look of mock shock. "Moi? Hey, I am the twist in your twist ties. I am the irony in your chicken
soup. I am the crooked in your crooky letter I - am - sooooo double dog dare ya."
"Well," she tilted her head again, narrowing her eyes on him from her shoulder. "I got this game thing from a merchant
but you have to have someone else play, are you really interested?"
"Well, let's have a look at it lil lady," he drawled as he wrapped his arm around her neck and followed her back to her
room.
Chiana stepped in and eased to her things, coming back with a small case. She plopped it onto her bed and opend it, gazing
down at several different colored cartridges neatly fitted into grooves next to a hypo gun, two silver pistols shaped more
like one of Pilots pinchers and two head sets. Crichton came to her shoulder and twisted his brows at it.
"What is it, some kind of virtual reality?"
"Yeah," she nodded though her dark eyes shifted with unsureness. She glanced at him. "Or I think so. He said all you have
to do is hypo yourself with one of these cartridges and you - you can go around blasting monsters you make up yourself."
"Sounds dangerous, what if we end up blasting one of the others instead?"
"Well, the weapons aren't real, and then you could just take off the headset and the monsters are gone. The game ends when
the hypo wears off, or I shoot you or you shoot me."
Crichton put on one of the head sets, flinching back as a wide banned screen shot across his eyes and he began to see everything
in purple.
"Woe," he gawked as he waved his hand in front of himself. "Cool, let's stick together though, if it checks out alright
then we can split up. Only rule though, no hiding so good I can't find you."
"Yeah right," she narrowed her eyes at him with a wry smile as she put her hand inside the large pincher shaped gun. "When
we split up, you're mine old man."
He nudged his head with a snorting laugh as he picked up his own weapon and pulled the inner trigger, eyeing her as a red
beam shot out of its pointed end like the hologram of a swords blade.
"Tell it to the new Wynona, home chick. I'm gonna light saber you into the dark side."
Chiana barked a laugh as she held up her own and balked as it shot out a white ball of light that hit the ceiling harmlessly
and disappeared.
"I think you're on the wrong setting."
"No, correction," He bit his lip as he twisted the hand, playing with the strange controls he felt at his finger tips until
he came up with the hologram of a mace and chuckled.
"I think I'm on the wrong era."
Chiana hypoed him in the arm and then herself. She bent low, gazing over her room in the purple vision of her head set
as Crichton planted his hand on his face through the holographic visor and wiped.
"Woe," he muttered as he shot a hand out to the wall for balance and stumbled back into the hall. "This dren gets you high.
What the hell did you hypo me with anyway?"
"Microbes," she spoke quietly as she joined him, easing out into the hall with her other hand holding up the weapon that
covered her right hand as she waited to see what would come at them. "They're kind of like the interpretation ones but they're
supposed to go away, this one was the novice level so they probably won't last very long."
"Kind of?" Crichton snorted a laugh as he began to walk down the hall. "Supposed to, probably?"
"I told you you were square," Chiana smiled with amusement as she turned a hall and raised her gun at what looked like
something dark and human-like rising out of the floor. "This is going to scare the dren out of us, I can just imagine."
"Yeah," Crichton snorted as he shot the form and it disappeared as the ball of light exploded into it. "What ever we imagine
right? Check this out."
He tilted his head slightly as he leaned back on his right leg, shifting his shoulders as if he were trying to admire something
until the hall was filled with a massive, burgundy red dragon with flaming gold eyes. Large bat-like wings flexed as it blew
a cloud of twirling flames at them.
"Woeee," Chiana awed as she side stepped closer to his side. Her eyes drew wide as the dragon raised a sharply clawed talon
and then stretched it out in front of itself to the floor as it snaked out its head at them. Its long, snaking tail snapped
behind it like a whip. A deep growl emitted from its throat. "What the frell is that?"
"Human mythology," Crichton smiled as he blew at the end of his gun and then aimed. "I always wanted to see one like this."
He fired, the ball of light exploding into the dragon. The dragon reared its head back and high, its eyes narrowing into
masterfully deviant slits of irritation as its bat-like wings stretched out.
"Run," Crichton chuckled as he grabbed Chianas arm though she needed little urging as they dashed through the hall with
golden flames whirling and lashing around them. She could hear the planting of the dragons steps as it followed, its sharp
black nails clicking against the floor.
"What's it going to take to get rid of it?"
"Here, try this," Crichton turned as they entered the docking bay, playing his hand inside the gun until he came up with
the holographic image of a long lance. "When it comes in, you distract it and I'll stab it."
"Me," she questioned seriously as she nudged her head down and stared at him beneath her brows from the visors purple band
of light.
"Yeah," he shrugged. "Well, dragons like to eat virgin maidens and then the knight in shining armour is supposed to stab
it before he toasts her."
"But neither one of us are any one of those."
"Right," he shifted, bouncing away and raising the lance as he heard the dragon coming. "Then you can be my trusty, nimble
elf-squire who distracts the dragon."
"I'm not going to distract that!" She pointed out at the dragon as it raised its head to a full ten feet and bellowed a
deep growl as it came in. "You distract it!"
"Too late!"
She awed at the dragon as it turned its gold eyes on her and the flames around the cat-like pupils seemed to flash more
brightly. She backed up, holding the hologram lance protectively in front of her as it approached. It snarled, taking a swipe
at her with its massive claw. She grasped tightly to the lance, using it to swing her away as she did an upside down cartwheel
in mid air to avoid the talon. Crichton screamed deeply as he ran at the dragon and shoved his lance into its chest with all
of his body weight. The dragon roared with pain filled rage, its slanted pupils dialating wide as several licks of flame whisped
out of its nostrils and it fell, fading into nothing.
"Cool move," Crichton smiled to Chiana as he hitched his shoulders and backed away.
"A girl gets around," Chiana shrugged as she looked away from him with a roll of her eyes.
"This is great," Crichton shook his head as he hefted the lance. "This stuff feels so real. Let's go to the next level."
"We ought to wait for this one to finish running through our system."
"So who's sounding square now?" He snorted as he came to her. "I say we pump this baby up and go right into its third level."
"That's two more shots at once," she scowled at him in a high pitched tone.
"Nay, my fine, cartwheeling friend," Crichton dove his hand at her. "Just skip the two and let's get down and mideavil
on their ass."
"If you insist," she tilted head as she took out the hypo and inserted one of the cartridges into it. Crichton snatched
it from her and hypoed her in the arm. She hopped back, swaying her head as her dark eyes gazed druggedly down at the floor.
Her lips parted in the dazed awe that came over her features.
"Welcome to the virtual side," he smiled as he hypoed himself in the neck and his eyes fluttered as they rolled back into
this head.
Chiana let out a barking laugh with a @#%$ of her head, staring off at nothing with avid fascination as Crichton reached
out to her as if through a dream and moaned to himself.
Images and sounds floated around them lucidly. Crichton felt as if he were floating through a thick haze of deep colors
as his gun slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor. He bent to pick it up, his hands unable to find it as his eyes
were entranced by the slender strength of Chianas legs. He looked dreamily into her abdomen and the smooth, whitish cream
of her skin curving and shadowing around her slim belly button.
"Umm, excuse me," he muttered in a thick, sleepy tone.
Chiana chuckled brightly as she pressed her finger into his forehead and he fell back to the floor in a drowning sensation.
He felt as if he were swallowed in by a peppery thickness like someone had thrown him into a bat of pepper spray.
"I feel like fried bacon," he heard his voice as Chiana crept over him, her mouth open and supple as she let out a deep,
ragged sigh and slowly sat on his chest. Her hands reached behind her, fingers tracing along the bulge of his leather pants
before finding the snap and zipper. He rolled his eyes back as he felt her unzipping them, a sense of heat dwelling into his
groin.
"I feel like playing a different game," Chiana cooed with a seductive smile as her tongue raced over her upper teeth.
"Oh I don't think so," Crichton groaned as he grasped her hips, half raising as her warm hands found him and began to caress
him into an erection. He sucked in his breath as he rolled over with her and took in the rich scent of her hair. "I get to
be on top."
He glared up at her richly dark, alluring eyes as he grabbed her shirt with his teeth and pulled it up past her breasts.
He tilted his head as his lips gently folded around a hard, dark nipple, grasping her hands and pinning her as she gasped
and her hips came raising up beneath him before falling back as she turned her head to one side. He suckled her, the tip of
his tongue tracing around her ashen ariolas and then trailed moistly down her stomach. He kissed her sides as his hand slid
down to her pants and pulled them down. She gasped as his tongue found the outline of her clitoris, teasing and searching
as her hands grasped wads of his short hair and pulled until his eyes smarted with tears. Her hips came up again, groaning
as she climaxed. He blinked slowly, his lips finding her neck as he came back over her. He kissed gently, searching the depth
and saltiness of her flesh as he searched her with the head of his erection. He took in his breath with a gentle gasp as he
pushed into her and she half raised from her shoulders, letting out a trembling sigh as she grasped a wad of his black T-shirt
at the top of his shoulder and pulled until his collar began to tear.
He grabbed her wrists, holding them down as he pushed into her again and searched her breasts with his lips. Her breath
came deep and shakily, moaning when he thrust into her with a harsh grunt several times, their flesh slapping together to
each thrust as his sweat dripped onto her chest.
Crichton felt as if something were pounding into his mind as he groaned, slowing again as the peppering thickness began
to fade. Chiana pulled herself up to his neck, her mouth searching around his ear without actually kissing as she sighed.
"Don't - don't frelling st-stop now," she quivered sensuously into his ear. His eyes rolled back at the sound of her pleading,
almost demanding tone. He thrust into her again, her head rocking back as she gasped again. Her breasts came up towards him,
full and inviting as he took one into his mouth and suckled. He thrust again as he came, arching back as he felt himself throbbing
madly inside of her. She grasped him, grabbing wads of his T-shirt at his sides just under his arms as she let out a deep
groan drowned in her own orgasm. He pressed his lips into the wondrous scent of her hair, his hand coming to the side of her
face as they nearly fell together and became a limp mass of trembling muscles and sweat.
"Excellent," He heard Scorpius's voice. "Can I have some too?"
"Shut the frell up, Harvey." Crichton glared out at the floor in a bare whisper, breathing heavily as his heart pounded
hard in his chest. The effects of the virtual reality were wearing off very swiftly. He thought his heart may have just fell
into the pit of his stomach as the reality of what he was doing settled in and he wiped his lips against his wrist.
"Are - are we doing what I think we are?" Chiana whispered breathlessly beneath him as her hair whipped around to the apprehensive
turn of her head at the docking bay.
"No," Crichton muttered into her ear as he came to his hands and knees over her. "But next time, Chiana, ask D'argo."
"Next time," she breathed as she raised with her hands planted behind her and tilted her head at him with a small smile
in her eyes. "Don't skip to getting mideavil on their ass in Donja."
"This isn't bothering you as much as it is me, is it?" Crichton creased his brows as he helped her stand.
"Not me old man," she smiled as she twisted away from him. She backed up towards the doors, swinging her palms together
behind her back. "I'm just going to ah - check on something."
She nodded to her self with a purse of her lips as she turned and pointed out towards the halls she was making her escape
into. Crichton raised an eyebrow as he gave a sharp nod.
"Right. I guess I'll just - uh..."
He bit his bottom lip as he nodded, turning as he looked around the docking bay and slapped the ball of his fist into his
palm.
"Y-eah."
