The generators had been repaired, and Frederic Bishop Weyland was, two soldiers at his side, sitting in front of a very angry Colonel Marker
"Everything you've been doing, from the beginning of this blackout was to aid your return to earth, with the Xenomorph in your power. No doubt to grasp control over the firm. Well, until we get further orders, you're staying here. And we'll do anything in your power to make your stay most uncomfortable."
He smiled a superior smile.
"Listen, Marker. I'll give you 100.000 Dollars, if you let me go. I swear you won't ever hear from me again. Take the money, and buy something nice for your wife!"
Marker spat. "I won't take your money. I don't need your money, you bastard. Now get him out of my sight!" the two soldiers behind him were spurred into action, gripping his shoulders, and pulling him out of the room.
"You'll regret this, colonel! Soon."
"Right. You can stop your blabbing, and show me just how I'll regret this." And he laughed.
"Very well then."
Weyland dug his heels into the floor, momentarily halting their progress. Twisting to his right, he dislodged the grip of one soldier. Using his free arm, he struck the other's throat with the side of his hand.
A wet crack sounded, and the soldier gurgled.
Weyland pulled his leg out from beyond the gurgling man, and making him crash to the floor. In a split second, he darted to the other man, who was fumbling with his rifle. Ripping the soldier's combat knife from its sheath, he embedded it deeply into the man's chest, and twisted it. With a spurt of blood, his eyes broke, and he dropped down, dead.
Colonel Marker stared at him, dumbstruck, but then reached for his weapon. Weyland bent his arm back, and hurled the knife he was still holding into his opponent's belly.
Marker howled in pain, and doubled over, blood colouring his shirt, and flowing down his belly.
Weyland vaulted over the office table, and pulled out the knife.
Blood flowed out.
"What….are…you?" Marker coughed.
Putting the red, dripping knife to the man's throat, he whispered into his ear: "I'm Frederic Bishop Weyland. I'm here to take my revenge. And nothing will stop me."
He drew the knife across the throat, spilling blood over his brown coat.
Fishing a pocket communicator from the desk, he set up the appropriate frequency, and spoke into it: "Calling the Shipstern Bluff. Shipstern Bluff, can you read me?"
"Loud and clear" A female voice answered.
"Pick me up at the base entrance. Oh, and don't try to be late."
"Fred, you know me, I'm never late." A short, high pitched laugh followed the remark.
Weyland shut off the communicator.
He retrieved Marker's revolver, and the Combat knife, and left the office.
Akkan felt the soft, warm lips on his, and almost fainted. He felt Paul's good arm snake around him, and bring him in closer.
Behind his closed eyes, he felt his vision go red, then blue, then green, then black, as he kissed Paul.
The human felt so hot, he felt him on his exoskeleton, it caused heat to well up inside him. He breathed shallow, as Paul's soft fingers brushed along one of his dorsal tubes.
A soft moan escaped his throat, Paul kissing him deeper. The Xeno pushed back, so they both lay on the bed, Paul on his back, and Akkan on top of him, still kissing him. His biology proved somewhat problematic, but he kinda managed by propping his upper body up on his left arm. With the right one, he stroked Paul's side.
Below the fleshy warm skin, muscles stretched, hard, strong muscles.
Akkan couldn't help himself. He wanted Paul, he wanted him so badly. Pushing him down on the bed, he started to rub their hips together.
Feeling heat flowing into a part of his body that had never been used before, he kept rubbing.
Extending his second maw, he pushed it into Paul's mouth cavity, and softly, playfully, he bit his tongue.
Before he knew it, Paul yelped, and roughly withdrew, and pushed him away.
Akkan jumped off the bed, retracting his second jaws and closed them. It was only then, when he felt a sickeningly sweet taste in his mouth.
He knew without having to ask, that this was Paul's blood.
It was disgusting. Frantically he tried to spit it out. He rubbed his maw, tore at it, and even tried swallowing the blood, so it would leave his tongue.
Paul propped himself up, and spit out a bit of blood.
I... I'm sorry… Akkan mumbled. He truly was.
Paul sensed Akkan's discomfort Hey, its okay. Don't worry about it.
What happened? What did I do?
You bit me. Paul winced. In the tongue.
I'm so sorry. Akkan tried to clean his inner maw. Your blood is awful! It doesn't even taste nice! I want to vomit!
What were you doing? The xeno sensed Paul's confusion
I umm… I kissed you? Embarrassment shot up into his head, and he turned away, even though Paul couldn't even see him because their cell was dark.
You sure did.
Well it's not my fault. You made me compliments. You kept talking about such things.
Paul giggled a bit Right, talk yourself out of it you little horny bastard!
I'm not horny! I don't even know what that means! It was never in one of the books you read to me.
Akkan, come here again
I'll just hurt you again. I'm staying away now.
Please?
Akkan couldn't resist, and walked over to the bed.
Lie down beside me.
He didn't let him be asked twice. Lying down on his side behind him, he put his arms around the human, pulling him close. Paul didn't resist, and settled up against him.
What's horny?
When you want someone a lot, like... to mate with him. Do you understand?
Umm I do …
They fell silent.
What's around my neck?
He felt Paul's hand grope for it, and touch it.
Well, that's a shock-collar.
What's it for?
It delivers you a shock at about 200.000 volts.
Is that much?
Yeah. It won't kill you, but the shock will knock you out cold for at least an hour. And you'll get third degree burns around your neck. It's just got one-shot use, but it will take you out of action immediately.
Why is it there? Can't you switch it off, or get rid of it?
They probably put it there to take you out immediately if you become a danger. I can't remove it without the key. If I would try to, I'd get shocked too.
Would you survive it? Akkan wondered
No. It would turn me into roasted meat.
And sure as hell that's a complete waste. You aren't even edible.
I'm quite glad that I'm not.
Akkan helped Paul take a syringe of painkillers, and quickly, the medicated sleep grabbed him.
Akkan?
Yeah?
You're the sweetest, most caring guy I've ever encountered.
With these words, he fell asleep.
Akkan lay beside him, clutching Paul to his chest.
He whispered in his mind:
I love you, Paul.
The Shipstern Bluff was a Delta-class space cruiser.
Unkept, smelly, dirty, and loaded to the brim with illegal goods, it was the ship owned by the Smuggler, who currently carried the name Jeanne D'arc, after an ancient heroine.
Weyland had made her acquaintance during his time with the Weyland-Yutani company investigation unit.
Since their first meeting, about ten years had passed. Weyland was visibly in his thirties now, and even Jeanne had aged.
Every now and then, when no questions should be asked, both he and his father had relied on her services, from time to time.
They had greeted, and soon, Jeanne had blasted off.
"So, what can I do for you, Fred?"
"You have to get me on board of the Weyland-Yutani extraction ship."
Jeanne stared at him. "Are you completely out of your mind?"
"Why?"
"That's impossible. I can't get you on board. I just can't. Not without risking the ship."
"Fuck"
"What's on board that you want so much?"
"Not something. Someone. A bargaining piece. A bargaining piece in a big game."
They say Jeanne was lured to the smell of the money like a moth to a lamp.
"What game?"
"The game for the control over Weyland-Yutani."
She thought for a moment. It was obvious to her that this was about big money.
"I might not be able to get you on that ship. But this old rustbucket is much faster than they are. We can reach earth before they do, and you can give them the welcome of their life."
Weyland thought for a second. He knew it was hopeless convincing Jeanne otherwise.
His plan was to free the Xeno, and take control of the extraction ship. But he had to obliterate that plan now anyway.
Find a better one.
"How long is it till you could touch down on earth?"
"At least three days, four is realistic. They'll probably take five days."
Weyland nodded and sat down on the co-pilot's chair. "Well, plot a course to earth."
Jeanne smiled, and put a hand on his shoulder. "With pleasure, sir."
"And get me something proper to wear. I stink of blood."
"Get undressed then first." She chuckled.
Paul and Akkan woke up to a bright light blaring in their faces. The light in their prison had been switched on, and it was uncomfortably bright.
A part of the wall had turned translucent, and a bloated face stared down at both of them
"HELLO!" it shouted, the voice blaring loudly making Akkan jump in shock and Paul put his hand to his ears.
"ALL RIGHT, WE'RE AWAKE!" he yelled back.
Oi! Quit your shouting! My head is already as bad as it is!
Paul decided to ignore the xenomorph for a second.
"What do you want from us?"
I'm interested into that as well!
If you don't mind, I'm trying to hold a conversation.
The xenomorph slapped him playfully with its tail.
The fat face replied: "You and this xenomorph are part of our new research project."
"What are you trying to find out?"
"That is of no interest to you. You will be fed. You will be held alive. But you will not get anything else. Do whatever you like. We decide how long this test takes."
"I want my lawyer! You can't do this to us!"
The face smiled. "Oh yes, I can do whatever I want to you."
The window disappeared, and so did the light. It turned pitch black again.
Akkan heard Paul yell out for a "Lawyer", but apparently it didn't work.
He dropped back into his bed as the light went out again.
"Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck"
Fuck?
Yeah. We're stuck in here. I don't even know what's gonna happen to us. Maybe they'll torture you or something. Maybe they'll-
Akkan broke in. Don't get a fit right now. Don't worry about me, I can take a bashing no problem. Paul knew he was lying. He couldn't hide his fear from him. He couldn't hide any emotion from him. Not anymore at least. Well, you can think of worse persons to get stuck in here with. Just imagine being stuck with Weyland in here.
Paul couldn't help himself, but he chuckled. You're definitely nicer.
He dropped on the bed beside Paul, and they hugged. Akkan drooled on Paul's chest. Sorry.
Don't mind it. It tastes quite nice actually.
Why'd you-
Akkan felt an arm around the back of his neck, and suddenly, Paul's lips were on his.
They kissed passionately, and, to Akkan's utmost surprise, the felt Paul's tongue enter his mouth cavity.
He extended his inner jaw to meet it, and, as they connected, Akkan felt an insane sensation run through his body. It was like a tingle in every nerve he had.
Paul pressed his body against Akkan, and the Xeno held him tight.
He nibbled the fleshy appendage very carefully, allowing it to enter his little mouth.
Paul moaned, and Akkan moaned softly in unison.
He pressed his hip against the human's and felt something harden. Shit, they were being watched, but Akkan couldn't supress it anymore.
He wanted Paul, and he could feel how much Paul wanted him.
Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation around his neck, and an invisible force whipped him backwards.
He squealed, flying backwards, and impacting in the wall, painfully bending his dorsal tubes.
Feeling Paul's confusion, and then he mentally screamed
WATCH OUT!
