An alien you mean? What do they look like? You said non-human, but you said he had hands and a neck. And a sword. Why did he have a sword? Wouldn't aliens have better technology?


[He lost himself in questions for a minute, just giving the man an intensely curious look. If there was one thing that fascinated Steve more than anything else, it was outer space. Most people didn't push that button though. Poor James.

When Steve remembered what they were doing he looked down at the scar and stroked it with a tender finger again, tracing the circle of crescents his nails had made a moment later. When his eyes met James' again, his own held a dark humor and an edge. He knew how to make that type of wound, what it felt like to get one too. The smell, the pain, sometimes even the pleasure . . .]


Torture huh? I know you didn't talk, but did you come?