I normally really do not care for crossovers, and I've even complained about it in the past. This is mainly due to the fact that they're hard to portray realistically. This is my first. The idea for this story was mostly out of desire to see the interaction between very different characters. You'll notice I don't explain how they got together, as I intended to worry about that after the fact but obviously never got around to it. Their interaction is more important anyway. This is a part one of two. I do not own Alan Wake, Isaac Clarke, or Dead Space
Convergence (noun): The act or instance of converging. The degree or point at which objects converge.
Alan touched Isaac's jawline lightly with his fingertips, his expression softening slightly at the feeling of stubble. Isaac leaned into the touch despite himself and his eyelids fluttered over his pale gaze, watching Alan's nervous body language. His own frame was tight with anxiety and aversion but he remained grounded as if to witness if this was truly happening. He had set his plasma cutter down on the table and there his right hand remained, stiffly clutching its edge to exert some of his tenseness.
Alan's hand lingered against the heat of Isaac's neck and began to play along the advanced technology and armor of his chest. Isaac observed with short breaths as his partner touched the littered display screen on his sternum, enthralled by the detail and newness.
"I've never seen anything like it," Alan noted almost passively, a graveled whisper.
"Most CEC employees carry it," Isaac responded with a shaky, hurried pace, noticing how close their faces had become. "It-it's protocol. It has all of my information, and whatever's necessary for missions..." he trailed off when he felt Alan's hand on his stomach. An inhale caught in his throat and a warm feeling began to pool at the bottom of his insides. "It's... technology that has been around..." the touch was weaving around hems of the thick abdominal fabric and the muscles in his knees were weakening. "For at least one hundred years..."
"It's amazing," Alan responded in a casual tone as if he were not preoccupying the engineer, "Something my generation only dreamed about."
Isaac's eyes rolled back as his weight began to lean into the table, lightheaded with anxious enjoyment. He swallowed hard. "What generation is that again?" he murmured.
Alan only laughed and lifted his teasing hands from his partner, running his fingers through his hair and examining Isaac's face briefly. He noticed his flush cheeks and slight perspiration on his forehead. "You seem nervous," he stated with barely a smile.
"I'm not sure what to make of this," Isaac responded in honesty, leaning both hands back on the table and regaining his posture. He reached over his shoulder briefly to touch his RIG.
"What is that?" Alan asked him, his brow furrowing in sudden interest as he stretched to see the mechanism.
Isaac took a deep breath and stood up straight, turning his body at an angle so Alan could see. "It's a RIG. It's a health detector that's connected directly to the spinal column. They're another thing everyone has." he reached back to touch it again, craning his neck. The action struck Alan as strangely attractive. "Sometimes it gets sore..."
"It's connected to your spine?" Alan seemed disgusted and fearful at the same time, as if projecting that in his lifetime he would be subjected to the same fate. "And the blue...?"
"The blue means I'm in generally good health." Isaac explained briskly. He cooperated passively as Alan began to examine the mechanism, working lightly so as not to cause discomfort. He could feel pressure on his muscle but he stared forward at the shadowed wall, pushing down the warmth in his stomach. A part of him wished the exploration would spread out of control again, but portions of his mind were not as accepting as others.
"What's the yellow ring?" he heard Alan ask quietly.
"It's called stasis," Isaac recited the information without thought, "Since I work on functioning machines a lot of the time, it slows them down enough where I can operate on them for a few minutes."
"Does it actually slow time?"
"Not... so much as the movement of an object. They bounce back to pace, though."
"Wow." was all Alan said and he felt the pressure cease.
Isaac paused a moment before moving to turn back but he was surprised by a familiar invasive touch. Alan's hand had slipped around his waist and was again caressing his stomach. Isaac's body was overwhelmed by a wave of excitement and he braced his palms against the table, letting his chin fall against his chest. This was happening. "What are you doing?" he asked not with defense but interest.
"Nothing." Alan replied, and then added, "This is a full body suit?" Isaac could only nod. "How does it come off?"
With that comment Isaac stood without consideration and turned to face Alan. His stance was neutral and his face was even more so, and he was about to speak when his partner took a step forward, glanced at his eyes briefly, and then moved until he almost pressed to Isaac's chest. The engineer froze at the contact and unfamiliar smell, his gaze dropping to Alan and back up again. The writer leaned in and paused, then pressed his lips to Isaac's throat.
The engineer's eyes closed almost automatically and a sound caught in his throat at the feeling of another man's mouth against his neck. Alan's kissing was slow and soft, treating Isaac as passionately as if they had known each other for months as lovers. His hands came to rest on the front of Isaac's stomach who released a small moan of acceptance, blushing immediately in shame. Alan ignored this and continued to work in a trance at his partner's skin, gently using his teeth to coax another sound.
Isaac's hands lingered along the buttons of Alan's open coat, gripping weakly at their smooth edges before exploring further. He prodded his fingertips along the cloth of his shirt, feeling the strong, hot muscle underneath. Something in him sparked and he felt the heat in his stomach spreading upwards into his chest, making his legs weak again. He leaned back against the table's edge, opening his legs to allow Alan to stand between them. The writer took the welcoming motion without hesitation and stepped in closer, running a hand along the black and white fabric of Isaac's suit, up his thigh to his hip where he rested his palm.
Isaac was moaning quietly every few seconds now, entranced by the affectionate sucking and nipping. Internal mechanisms were pushing nausea at the situation but he fought it with a new pleasure that concerned and excited him. He gripped Alan's sides loosely, enjoying the radiating heat as he was drowned in stimulation.
The writer slid his palm over Isaac's crotch and the engineer jerked forward, shoving his chest into Alan's roughly. Alan hissed at the jab from the steel display but quickly returned to his task, ignoring the ache in his sternum. He began to kiss under Isaac's jaw, turned on immediately by the way the engineer lifted his head back for more access. He worked swiftly upwards and soon was staring drunkly at pale blue eyes.
He waited before advancing, taking a moment to study the stranger's face. Isaac's expression was blank for a moment but a smile broke and Alan felt his stomach drop, lurching forward and smashing his mouth against Isaac's. The engineer was frozen and the writer felt his hesitation and shock, moving the kiss slowly to wait for cooperation. Eventually he felt the force of affection returned and their lips began to move together at a lazy pace. Once a rhythm was established Alan's hand returned to Isaac's crotch, cupping his palm over the bulge and sliding it upwards and downwards, hoping for arousal.
Isaac's moan was long and drawn out and he pulled Alan's body closer to his, his hands sneaking under the black t-shirt to the feverish flesh beneath. It was the writer's turn to groan and he did so loudly, goose bumps forming on the back of his neck from Isaac's rough gloves. The engineer deepened the kiss without control, and the light nausea in his stomach turned when their tongues met. His eyes remained closed and his sense of touch became strong, waves of surprise returning when he felt Alan's unshaven chin every so often.
Mental pressure was slowly etching away at Isaac's patience and soon his hands went for his suit, breaking apart the large pieces of external armor and letting them drop to the floor with clunks and clacks. Alan broke the kiss to watch him, standing close to his body and resting his palms on the engineer's thighs.
"Seems like a chore," Alan remarked in a low, satisfied voice, meeting Isaac's eyes.
"Every day," he snickered in response, leaning in to kiss the writer again briefly as he unclasped the interior fabric around his neck and tugged it back off his collarbones. Alan was instantly aroused at the exposure and began to kiss down his partner's neck again, forcing more of the suit open to slip his hands underneath. He groped at Isaac's solid muscles, moaning in satisfaction at what he felt. Isaac leaned his palms back on the table and closed his eyes, remarking quietly, "How the fuck did we get here?"
The writer laughed through his kisses and touched Isaac's crotch with one hand while the other explored his stomach and sides. The engineer groaned almost defensively when Alan felt the start of his erection, almost freezing up in distraction. He unbuckled the utility belt and unfastened Isaac's suit to its base, forcefully ripping the threads when he felt the access wasn't enough. When he had exposed his partner he paused for a moment with his hands rested on the engineer's bare hips.