Paul was so exhausted he had fallen asleep, ever so often wincing and grumbling in his sleep. He was having nightmares and Akkan, who was wakened by this was bothered. He had done his best to remove his cum from Paul, and now when seeing the human naked, snuggled against him, found it hard to resist the temptation. But Paul was exhausted, and not feeling well.

There will be a proper time. Yesterday the spare room where they had nested in seemed safe to them, but now the floor seemed cold, and the walls pressing in on them. The Xenomorph listened to noises, but there were none.

They were searching for them, but apparently not in in this part of the ship.

He couldn't leave Paul now.

But there was something wrong. Something was happening that wasn't planned on this ship, beside their escape.

He just had to have a look.

Scooting into the ventilation shaft, not after making sure Paul had been makeshiftedly covered by the remains of his clothes, he propelled him forwards.

He smelled fear.

And then a tantalizing smell. Blood. Hunger gnawed in him, and he followed the scent.

It was only to his surprise when he looked out of the ventilation shaft, and saw a dead body on the floor.

There was blood pooling around his head, pouring from a cut in his neck. The body was still warm, only a recent kill.

Akkan dropped down with an almost-soundless thud, and sniffed the body. There was a familiar odour to it.

Weyland.

The xenomorph hissed. Now, he would find the traitor, and rip his heart out. He would feed on the remains. Ahh, how he would enjoy it.

Silently, he stalked on, following the scent down the corridor. His quarry was close. The scent was strong.

He rounded a corner, ducking low to avoid being seen by the two guards that stood beside a door, their weapons at the ready. A third one was standing in front of them, looking at the door.

They were talking.

Weyland, smelling his usual confused self, was walking innocently enough towards the guard standing in the middle.

They were four, and he was alone, so Akkan stayed where he was, watching the scene unfold. The guard had noticed Weyland's appearance, and turned to him. "Hey..? Is there anything I can-"

And to the Xenomorphs unbelieving eye, Weyland drew a blade across the guard's throat, spilling his life-blood onto the floor.

The other guards were surprised and dumbstruck, and with a sudden flick of his wrist, Weyland hurled his knife. It impacted in the guard's ribcage, and left him spewing blood and reeling over, dumping it on the floor.

The third and last one hadn't wasted any time watching his comrades perish, and pointed his weapon on Weyland.

"DON'T MOVE!" he screamed, fear in his voice and fear in the air. Fear of Weyland. The guard shivered, but the other man raised his hands in the air.

"DOWN ON YOUR KNEES! HANDS BEHIND THE BACK!"

Unbelieving to Akkan's eyes, Weyland did as he was ordered. He had seen him fight. Weyland was a warrior, not unlike to him.

It didn't make sense to the Xeno.

If Weyland had betrayed them, why was he killing the guards? Akkan didn't understand. The guard had fastened metal straps around his hands, and told him to get up.

Akkan tilted his head. The guard turned Weyland around and told him to pass through that door.

They marched off, and the xenomorph cursed in his mind.

Oh well, he could devour Weyland later.

Hissing, he bounded towards the guard, who was staring at his black, rushing form with open-mouthed horror.

He tackled him to the floor, ramming his phargynal jaw through the skull of the man, squirting blood and brains everywhere.

Weyland uttered a shout of surprise as the Xenomorph turned over to him.

"Akkan? Is that you?"

Akkan hissed threateningly, making Weyland scramble backwards.

"Stop playing games with me. Lead me to Paul!"

Sniffing Weyland, he still was confused by the scent. But, he figured, if he wanted to kill Paul, he would have done so.

But he was bound. And if he was bound, he posed no danger.

Growling, he smacked the human hard against the skull with his tail, causing him to pass out. Wrapping his tail around the unconscious human, he pushed him into the ventilation shaft, and then sated his hunger on Weyland's kill.

Paul had sat up, and re-dressed himself. Most of his shirt was in shreds anyway, so he improvised, tying it around his upper body.

Akkan had left, no doubt to hunt, or to take care that they wouldn't be found. His shoulder throbbed and hurt, but it was slowly getting better.

Remembering yesterday night, he smiled happily. It had been so much fun. For a long time, he hadn't been touched by caring hands, hands of a person that loved him. For all his xenomorph ways, his roughness, Akkan had a true, caring, sweet heart.

Paul wondered where he was. He longed for him to come back. He really needed someone he could cuddle right now.

Paul was a scientist, not a soldier. And since he had met the Xenomorph, his life had taken a turn, both for better and for worse.

He had found a mate. It didn't matter that Akkan was an Alien, all that mattered were the feelings that were between them.

But he had also been abducted, shot, operated, he had watched people kill and be killed, he had ran, escaped, fled through ventilation shafts. And he didn't know when this was going to end. He didn't see any way out of this ship.

And once they had made planetfall, their enemies would surely manage to get the somehow, and then Akkan would probably be killed and dissected, and he would spend the rest of his life locked away in a cage, to be experimented on.

He didn't want this.

He didn't know what he wanted. They couldn't for sure both get a job, get a flat, they weren't a "normal" couple. He wasn't even sure if there was a future for them.

A familiar sound of something scrambling through the ventilation shaft brought him back from his dark thoughts

I brought you something!

Is it food? I'm starving!
Akkan ejected from the ventilation shaft, dumping a protesting Weyland in front of Paul

Weyland had bruises, was battered and his clothing was scuffed. Akkan hadn't been kind to him. His hands were clasped into metal shackles.

He was cursing at the Xenomorph

"You dumb creature, you could've just asked! Stop pulling me around like I'm a sack of potatoes!"

I'm surprised you didn't just kill him on the spot.

I wanted to, but he was killing guards in a very good way. He is a warrior. I had to bring him here.

Well, let's hear him out.

"Fred? What a pleasant surprise. Akkan has told me all about you "plan". Why exactly did you not get us off the planet like you promised?"

"Listen, Cromwell. There was a fuckup. Things were happening in a way they shouldn't. My vessel wasn't there fast enough. I had to make sure the opposition got you alive."

"Well, but you didn't plan us escaping, did you?"

"I had hoped you'd do. You'd cause a diversion for me to get on board."

Paul was thrown off his balance. Is he lying?

Akkan pretended not to hear, and commenced cleaning himself. He's not.

"Well, just how did you do this? What's going on?"

"It's a bit complicated. The person who killed my father showed a massive interest in the research done on Sigma-44. He wants you two. Especially you, Paul. I'm on your side. I want to get back home to earth, and expose the killer. I want control over Weyland-Yutani, as it should've been mine after my father's death. The Enemy has put you as their top priority. And as long as they think you are in my hands, it will grant me an opportunity to strike."

"So we are nothing but playing pieces in your game of power?"

"In a way, you could say that. But I'm not going to dissect you, or put you in a research lab. I don't really care for you personally. Of course I wish you happiness, but this isn't about personal matters. This is a game, a game of power."

I'm not going to be objectified by this guy. I'll kill him. Akkan stopped cleaning himself, and got up.

Stop for a second.

Suit yourself.

"So, Weyland, if you get what you want, can we get what we want? Like a deal for instance?"

Weyland smiled. "Of course! I'm a businessman, you see, so a contract will it be then. Name your conditions."

"I want safety. Safety for me and Akkan, after this is over. Once we are done here, we want a place just to ourself. A place where no-one will find us. A place to live."

Weyland pondered. "I can offer you to live on LX-785, one system further than Sigma – 44. It's not deemed important enough for colonization. But you can live there, I suppose."

I'm not sure about this, Paul. I want to have a look at LX-785, before I get dropped there without a way back.

"We want to see LX-785 before we live there. If it's unfit, you will find us a different location?"

"Hell, money doesn't matter. If I become head of Weyland-Yutani, then you can live in the middle of New York on earth, and nobody would hurt you. I promise you safety, and a safe retreat once this is over. Happy?

"Yes."

Yes.

"Akkan is okay with it too. He told me so."

"Now I'm gonna name my conditions. I want Akkan to listen to me. I want you two to play by my rules, so to say. You will listen to me, until either I'm dead, or I'm the CEO of Weyland-Yutani. For that you get your safety and your retreat."

"Agreed."

I suppose there's no other choice but to trust him. Akkan mused and his offerings seem tempting. I will agree. For now. Tell him that.

"Akkan agrees."

For now!

"Akkan agrees for now."

Weyland smiled. "Very well, since we've got that settled, can someone get me out of these things?" He wriggled his hands. Akkan stepped forwards, and ripped the locks open with inhuman strength. Weyland nodded, and got up. "Thank you."

Akkan snorted Yeah like that was a challenge.

How are you? Paul asked

Don't ask me. I'm full. I'm kinda satisfied. Besides, what should be wrong? I'm an alien killing machine. I'm good. What about you? You weren't sleeping very well...

Just a few bad dreams. I'm cold, hungry, and my shoulder is hurting. I'm dressed in rags, because someone yesterday couldn't contain themselves.

Ehm If the Xenomorph could blush, he would've done so now.

Yeah, but apart from that, I'm good.

I can get you food. There are some recent kills not very far away. I can get them here for you.

Umm, humans eat cooked food mostly.

Why do you cook your food?

I will explain later. I just-

"Sorry to barge in to your silent conversation, but I can't exactly hear anything. So what's wrong?"

"I'm just hungry and cold."

"If you stay here, and Akkan comes with me, we can get you some food. I know where the galley is, and Akkan can bring it all back to you."

"What's your plan exactly, by the way?"

"I'm going to kill everyone on board who opposes me, and then, I will take control over the ship. I'm not as powerless as I look. I still have friends out there, friends even in high places. Our list of allies, whilst being thin, is not non-existent. If I can bring this ship down on a place of my own choosing, the first step towards victory is taken."

Akkan hissed

Shut him up and let's go! I don't want you to stay hungry and cold in here.

I'm not your baby, Akkan! Paul replied, with some indignation in his voice.

No. You're my mate. You're my wounded, hurt mate, who can't survive on his own without me.

Weyland clambered into a shaft, and Akkan stepped towards Paul.
It's not that bad… the human went.

Do you think I can survive with you, Paul? I can't.

They kissed, Weyland quickly looking away.