Hey everyone, just here to say that there is no actual lemon in this chapter (sorry if that disappoints you) but there is mature themes involving a male Xenomorph. If you do not wish to read this then you can skip the chapter if you want. There will most likely be a lemon in the next chapter though, if anyone dislikes this then comment or pm me, if there are enough people that dislike the idea of a lemon, then I will not post it in the next chapter, but will instead message it to anyone who would wish to read it.
Artimus woke up with Varrek still wrapped around him, he hadn't needed to use a blanket while they slept as they just shared their body heat. Varrek had released Artimus' finger sometime during the night, and he was happy to find that it was still in one piece. Artimus could hear the quiet beeping of his wall monitor, telling him he had a message, most likely more work for him to do, so he decided to leave it for a while, hugging Varrek and pulling himself closer against him. Varrek was like a giant teddy bear, only he could rip your head off if he wanted to.
Varrek seemed to enjoy the close proximity and was letting out quiet hisses of satisfaction. Artimus reached an arm up and began stroking Varrek's head, hearing, and feeling, a quiet rumble come from Varrek's chest. Artimus smiled as he thought about how this must look, a Xenomorph lying in the same bed as a human. Anyone that saw it would surely think that it was a murder scene, or at least was going to be. Artimus didn't want to get up, be he decided that he would have to eventually, so slowly, he began to withdraw his arms to his side.
Varrek stirred slightly when he felt his arms being moved, and a comforting warmth being taken away from him. He went to wrap his arms around Artimus and pull him in closer, but realised that something was wrong when they just slide up against his own chest. He started moving his arms around, lazily flailing them along the bed, trying to find something that they could gain purchase on. After a short struggle with the blankets Varrek was on his feet and looking around, he didn't feel nervous in this room, as Varrek knew that it belonged to Artimus.
Varrek had found a large wooden cube, which had smaller areas that could be pulled out. The smaller areas were filled with some kind of cloth, clothes if he could remember correctly. He started pulling the clothes out and throwing them on the floor, creating a small mountain of them. He had started rolling around on top of them, enjoying the scent that they had on them. Artimus walked out of the shower, a towel hanging around his waist, the first thing he saw was Varrek laying upside down on a pile of all of his clothes.
Varrek didn't seem to care about the look that Artimus was shooting towards him. He just enjoyed lying on Artimus' clothes, enjoying getting Artimus' scent all over him, making him smell like him. Varrek was sure that if he wanted to he would easily be able to make somebody think that he was Artimus. Artimus just leaned down and grabbed the clothes that he needed, turning around and started heading back towards the bathroom. Varrek wanted to know what Artimus was doing so he decided to follow him back into the bathroom to find out.
Artimus, however, wouldn't let Varrek in with him, causing loud hisses in complaint. Varrek was sure that Artimus was trying to hide something from him and he didn't like that. Varrek hadn't tried to hide anything from Artimus, but Artimus still wanted to keep his secrets. Varrek found the whole thing unfair and decided to do something about it. He tried grabbing the door handle, but became frustrated when he found it too small for his hands. He started knocking on the door, trying to make Artimus let him in.
"Just hang on, I'll be out in a minute" Artimus called out.
Varrek didn't want to wait, he wanted to know what was being kept secret. He started letting out short screeches, almost like he was whining, still trying to make Artimus open the door. After a few more seconds Varrek heard the door start opening, and without a second thought rushed in. Artimus was half dressed and was starting to put his shirt on. Varrek quickly started searching throughout the room, looking for whatever it was that Artimus was hiding. It didn't take him long to search the whole room, but his search came up empty.
He walked up to Artimus and grabbed his arm, screeching quietly, like he was pleading for something.
"What is it?" Artimus asked, not understanding what was happening.
Varrek started carving letters into the bathroom wall before Artimus could even tell him not to, and before long he had one word spelled on the wall. The word was 'secret' with some of the letters looking deformed, while others were facing backwards.
"If it's a secret you don't have to tell me" Artimus said, still not understanding the meaning of it.
Varrek started whining again, before pointing to Artimus and then the writing on the wall.
"My secret?" Artimus asked, pointing to himself.
Varrek nodded, hoping that he would find out what had been kept secret from him.
"I don't have any secrets" Artimus said, shrugging his shoulders.
Varrek looked down at the ground defeated, he was sure that Artimus had some kind of secret that he wasn't telling him about but he had no way to prove it.
"Want to come for a walk to the cafeteria with me?" Artimus asked, holding out his hand.
Varrek nodded and held his hand, walking next to him as they left the room. Most of the people in the cafeteria were happy to see Varrek, he was the first Xenomorph known in history that wasn't hostile to people, and almost everyone loved him for it. It had been just like last time though, Varrek not leaving Artimus' side, and shying away from anyone that got to close, besides a few scientists and one or two marines. Artimus let him decide what food he wanted to get this time, and Varrek picked on out of a menu of pictures.
Varrek didn't want to sit at the table, there were people there that he didn't know, so instead he just decided to lay down next to where Artimus was sitting. The picture that Varrek had picked was actually a soup, but the cook gave him a big chunk of meat anyway, and Varrek seemed pleased that he had chosen the right picture. No one was going to tell him that he had chosen the wrong picture, because not only was Varrek smart, he was also very emotional. Everyone who had been in his old room with him knew this, and they all knew how to act around him.
Varrek just assumed it was normal to be treated how he was, even though he knew about the other Xenomorphs on the ship. He finished his meal quick enough and started clinging onto Artimus' legs, making it seem that his legs were tied together. Artimus didn't mind how close Varrek liked being to him, he knew that Varrek wouldn't get this close to anyone else but it didn't bother him. He enjoyed his time with Varrek, he considered himself a close friend to him. Varrek didn't really understand the concept of friends very well, but he liked Artimus more than all the other people.
After the cafeteria Artimus brought Varrek to the observation deck, Varrek seemed to love it there, and Artimus didn't mind it very much either. Varrek was lying down with his head on Artimus' lap, he seemed very lazy whenever he wasn't running around and causing mayhem. Artimus couldn't help but smile at how friendly Varrek was, even if another Xenomorph was as smart as Varrek, it wouldn't mean that they would be as nice as he was. Varrek always seemed ready to help Artimus however he could, unless he was hungry.
The stayed on the observation deck for nearly two hours before they started moving again. They usually found themselves just aimlessly wondering the ship, walking from place to place where people would ask for Artimus' assistance. Varrek saw how hard Artimus always worked, he hardly ever took a break and always did his best. He decided that he would need to do something nice for Artimus, to show him that his work was appreciated. Varrek had decided to try and learn how to cook, but it was a disaster.
Varrek had ended up with saucepans all over the ground, and food all over the, well everything. Artimus had taken him back to his room so that he could wash off, but he was still new to the whole 'keeping clean' concept. Varrek knew that water cleaned away any unwanted dirt or filth, but he had no idea what a shower was. He almost jumped onto the roof when water started spraying out of the shower head. Artimus had helped scrub all of the food off Varrek but when he said it was time to get out Varrek wanted to stay in.
Artimus told him to call out when he wanted to get out and he would come and help. Varrek loved the shower, it was like magic to him. Not only was it like it was raining inside but it was also warm. He had done the best he could to lay down in the small shower space, enjoying the feeling of the water over his stomach. He had been lying there for a few minutes when he started feeling a little bit strange, it was like the feeling he got when he was nervous but not quite. His stomach was tingling and the feeling was racing up and down his spine.
He wiggled around a bit on the ground, trying to figure out what the feeling was, but noticed something strange. It looked to him like he was growing an extra body part. He watched it slowly extend from a small slit between his legs, and wondered what its purpose was. He curiously reached down and touched it, being quite surprised when he felt pleasure course through his body. He touched it again and watched as it started growing more. He wondered what it was meant to do, but soon lost his train of thought as he wiggled around some more and found himself in a rather enjoyable position under the shower.
He hissed in pleasure as the water pounded against the area between his legs. He felt his tail moving around and slapping the walls, and soon enough found himself bucking into the air. He didn't know why he did it, but it just felt natural to him. He couldn't help himself as he let out a few short screeches of pleasure as his hips started moving at a frantic pace. He couldn't seem to stop himself, not that he wanted to. He had never experienced anything like that and he loved it, it sent his mind into pure ecstasy.
He jumped up in shock though when the water started running cold, it was very unpleasant against his skin and newly discovered areas so he quickly jumped out. He banged his head against the door a few times, feeling something swaying between his legs as he did. He would definitely have to shower more often. Varrek heard a loud yawn from the other side of the door and then saw a sleepy looking Artimus open it for him.
"Finally decided to get out?" Artimus asked, leaning against a wall as he tried to fight off another yawn.
Varrek nodded has he and walked out of the bathroom, enjoying the feeling of his newly acquired appendage swinging between his legs. He made his way over to Artimus' bed and jumped onto it before half curling around himself, waiting for Artimus to return so they could go to sleep. Artimus slowly made his way back to the bed, almost falling onto it because he was so tired. He lay down and felt Varrek wrap his arms around him. He was so tired he just closed his eyes and ignored his surroundings the best he could, feeling himself being pulled even closer to Varrek.
The last thing he could remember before falling asleep was Varrek sliding his tail between his legs, but he was already asleep before he could complain. Varrek had gotten comfortable, very comfortable, and was ready to go to sleep. He hugged Artimus and felt pleasure course through his body with every small movement he made.
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