Warning! Gayy content ahead! Read at your own risk.
Akkan scrambled through the ventilation shafts. Already this had turned second nature to him. He was fast and almost soundless.
He had smelled the humans' fear, and for the first time, felt the thrill of the hunt. It enveloped his mind in a dark web, and for some time, he forgot completely about Paul and hunted. He was superior to them. Smelling them, feeling them, like candles flickering in the dark, candles he could snuff out at an instant.
And he did. Feeding on his prey, he grew even stronger. He grew during the hunt, from a mere hunter to a true warrior.
Satisfying his needs, devouring the humans, destroying them, he only stopped after his maw was bloody, and his talons had ben wet on the bones of his victims.
He had to return to his queen.
It was unexplainable to himself, but that made it even more thrilling. Paul was not suitable for reproduction. They couldn't start a hive, so their whole contact was for nothing. And yet a side of Akkan buried deep behind his primal urge to replicate, couldn't let go of Paul.
It was overpowering, even stronger than all his instincts together. He could only guess that this was the power of love, and what a power it was. It beat down the forces of hate, the instinct to feed and even his desire to replicate. Yes, he would gladly sacrifice replication for an existence solely with the human. He was weak, yes, but he had strength even Akkan could not match. His saliva dribbled from his maw as he thought about Paul, washing away the sweet bloody taste.
He was ready. Ready to get his mate to a place of safety.
His mate.
His world.
Scuttling back, he caught the scent of Paul through the huge network, and it guided him home, like a beacon in the dark and absolute night.
He crawled through the shafts, and finally found his way back to Paul
Hey Paul! I found a nesting place! Follow me! He suddenly sensed Paul being downcast and almost sad.
What's wrong? He asked bluntly.
Everything is. My shoulder hurts. My back hurts. And I'm worried.
About?
You.
Me? Why should you be worried about me?
Because we did an awful lot together lately.
Akkan dipped his head
Listen, Paul… I need to tell you something. It doesn't make sense keeping it from you because it will come out eventually, and I'd rather tell you.
Paul breathed. Go on.
Paul, I've grown attached to you. There's something deep inside me. Something I can't explain. I love you, Paul. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to stay with you forever. It doesn't make sense, not from a xeno point of view, and it won't make sense from yours either.
He breathed out, and shivered a bit.
Paul sobbed, and put his good arm around Akkan. I love you too. I know nothing can explain it, but I love you. I can't love anything else anymore now. You're a xeno. I'm human. We can't even physically mate, but I don't ever want to lose you!
And with these words, Paul buried his head in Akkan's neck, and cried.
Weyland had found a body.
It was mauled and ripped, the stomach cavity empty.
It wasn't a clean kill, but apparently a kill to still a huge hunger. A xenomorph kill.
He had shut down the alarm that he had caused by breaking in through the airlock, and had hidden within a cupboard, quietly dispatching the guard who had come to investigate.
There were going to be no survivors. Weyland wasn't taking any chances. His plan had already been knocked over often enough, so he decided to use the old methods again.
Kill everyone whom you meet and who can't be of use to you.
A xenomorph kill, and a rather fresh one at that was a clear sign though, even in the hold of this ship. Akkan was free. Whilst not desiring an up close and personal encounter with the probably angry alien, he couldn't help himself feeling happy.
He ventured on into the more populated areas of the ship, disguised in a suit and a brown coat – not really a disguise, but it made him fit in with the personnel hurrying along, well, in a hurry. Something had gone haywire, everyone was armed and the rank smell of fear wafted through the air. Weyland stopped a guard, and thrust a card into his face. It said: "Weyland-Yutani Security service, Agent Davies"
He asked the guard: "What's happened here?"
"We had a xenomorph outbreak. Sir, it's a disaster! The creature disappeared into the ventilation shafts. We don't know where it is."
"Thank you."
Weyland ventured on.
Akkan had done a few people in, including a female researcher in his cell. That's how he had escaped, with Cromwell. Weyland was bending over the disembowelled body. It was a magnificent work, showcasing the lethality of the xenomorph.
The head researcher was sitting beside him. "She stood no chance."
"Why did she go inside the cell?"
"The creature was raping the human. She shocked him with the collar, and then went in to "save" the human."
"But the collar hadn't stopped the creature, hasn't it?"
The researcher nodded. "We don't know why. It should've knocked it out cold. For all what I'd known…"
"How many people are on this ship?"
The scientist gritted his teeth "27."
"That's 27 prospective victims. Don't you have any marines on this ship? You're carrying the most dangerous freight in the world."
"No... We didn't-"
"That's good. That's very good."
And with these words, he put a bullet through the fat man's head.
Akkan had set Paul down. He had carried his mate to a room deep within the ship's ventilation system, a room suitably warm and safe for a nest.
Here you are. No-one will find us here.
Thank you, Akkan. He sighed and winced, as he lay down on the hard, bare metal floor.
Akkan lay down beside him too, and pulled his mate close to him. He was soft and warm, and the xeno relished the feeling of the soft skin on his.
Paul raised his good arm up to his head, and brushed the recently-appeared ridges on the smooth dome.
You're becoming a warrior…
The human's breath was so warm, and Akkan felt himself give in to primal urges once more. This time no-one would disturb them, no one would stop them. They weren't in captivity, they were free now, without being watched and scrutinized.
His talon passed over the human's belly, clutching the shirt, and pushing it upwards. It passed over the soft belly, touching, feeling the muscles below.
Pressing his lips on Paul's, he pushed his inner maw into his mouth. It met the human tongue, and let it enter him. They kissed passionately, and suddenly, Akkan couldn't wait any longer. Paul was his, his to take. He was his mate. His own.
Sitting down on the human's hips, he tore at the shirt, ripping it off Paul's body. The bandage over his right shoulder was still in place, and Akkan left it where it was.
The human was fragile and tender, and he had to take care, however difficult that was.
He dripped saliva on the now bare chest of the human, passing his claws along the sides. He felt Paul twitch and moan at the touch, and felt something harden in his pants.
Hell, he himself was getting aroused, and as Paul started to pass his hand along his ribs and the belly, Akkan lost it.
His tail lashed viciously from side to side, and he pulled at Paul's pants to get them down, revealing the hard, warm member within it. Paul moaned, and the xenomorph's hardness brushed over his, making Akkan screech in pleasure. The xeno pushed his hips against Pauls, faster and faster, he wanted to have him now, to take him, but he couldn't, he had no idea how to do this. He slowed down, until he was almost lying on the human, breathing softly, as Paul's hand caressed his back
Umm... so how do we do this?
Paul grinned You really don't know how
Embarrassment washed over Akkan, and he felt Paul kiss him.
I can suck you off if you want to He smiled.
Grabbing his butt, Paul pressed Akkan's member towards his face.
Paul guided Akkan's hip to hover over his face, watching the alien meat throb in front of his face. He slowly, softly put a finger on it, gently running it along its length. Every touch made the Xenomorph squirm softly under his fingers. Taking the whole of it in his hand, he rubbed it. A xeno's organ had no foreskin, and whilst not being needed was discreetly hidden within its body. It was dark, and rather smooth to the touch. Every rub coaxed squeals and screeches from Akkan, and he threw his head backwards.
Paul rubbed the shaft in his hand, marvelling its size. It was at least ten inches long.
He felt Akkan thrust his hips against Paul's hand, slapping the alien meat against his face. Paul opened his mouth, and let the member pass into it.
This coaxed a long-drawn screech from Akkan, as he thrust his manhood into Paul's throat so deep that he gagged.
He liked it rough, but this was on a new level. Akkan relentlessly pressed his organ into Paul's throat, only ever so often withdrawing it to let him catch his breath. Sweet pre was leaking from its tip, and trickling down into Paul's throat.
He was moaning, and the alien was squealing. There wasn't time to use his tongue, it was going so fast, Paul couldn't believe it. This was so utterly different and satisfying to the other guys he had made out with on earth. Akkan was like a crazed animal, fast and wild, seemingly not caring for what was happening.
The Xeno threw his head backwards in a feral roar, and then came.
It was like someone had pulled a plug on a water reservoir, so much hot cum shot out of the xeno's member. It doused Paul's face, filling his mouth and squirting on the floor around his head. He relished the sweet, sticky warmth of it, only using his good and to wipe it out of his eyes.
Akkan had withdrawn his member, and gotten off Paul, still ever so often releasing his seed over his mate.
Your turn the xeno whispered in Paul's head.
And with those words he put his jaws around Paul's manhood.
He felt the hard teeth, and then, something much smaller, much tighter went around his dick, causing him to moan loudly, and push his hip towards the xeno. Akkan started passing his inner mouth along his shaft, it felt so good, and Paul kept on moaning. Like pushing into an incredibly tight hole. He pushed against the xeno's head, feeling the saliva run down along the inside of his legs. Pushing harder and harder, and before he knew it, he was face-fucking the xenomorph, and it felt so amazing, so fricking amazing.
Akkan's pleasure wafted over Paul's mind, as he noticed the Xeno touching himself again. Surely he couldn't-
The Xeno pressed his inner maw so hard and deep on Paul, that he just had no other choice than to cum hard.
They came together, Paul spewing his seed into Akkan's maw, and Akkan spraying himself and Paul's legs with the hot white stuff. The xenomorph roared again, muffled due to something buried in his maw.
It felt like someone had lit all the nerve ends in his brain alight, he couldn't breathe in pure pleasure, as Akkan greedily sucked up all the cum he could get, squealing in pure pleasure and happiness.
He flopped on top of Paul again, the human feeling the hard xenomorph member against his legs.
That was super cool! Akkan exclaimed. Wanna have another go?
Flatly Paul replied: I can't….
Why? Akkan's aggressive mating urge suddenly subsided, as worry took its place. I hurt you, didn't I?
Worry and Shame...
No, it's not your fault. It's down to human physiology. I can only cum once ever so often...
Oh The Xeno giggled that's weird. I could go on and on and on and... Paul felt the Xeno's longing and his primal urge wash over him, and hugged him with his good arm. He felt relieved and free.
Oh, and sticky. He felt sticky with his lover's cum, but he didn't care.
They hugged, and Akkan pressed a passionate kiss on his lover's cum-smeared lips.
Woooo! I hope you liked it!
It's certainly been a hard piece of work, part eleven has! Feedback is much appreciated, as I've never done something along those lines! Thank you for reading!