Nightmare in Love, Act 2.
One month after the last events:
Akkan paced his and Paul's room. There was nothing to do.
Paul was away for his weekly check-up at the doctors.
Weyland had given them an apartment in the Weyland-Yutani tower, and Akkan was doing his best to be grateful
But the truth was that it was unbearable to him. He couldn't leave. He couldn't run. He couldn't hunt.
Weyland had told him, that if anyone found out about him, he'd end up in a laboratory again, and that frightened him.
There was something else that frightened him too.
He kept thinking of Schulz' horrid, calm face. It haunted his nightmares, and it made him wake up all scared at night.
Paul understood, of course, and that deepened his care for the human even more. But this small space was cramped. His blood desired to run free, to hunt.
He hadn't left this for a month, and it felt like prison to him. But he could not escape, as he would escape to something much worse. He would lose Paul. He couldn't lose Paul.
Paul was okay. His wound was healing, and he would return to full strength soon.
Akkan was exhausted and angry. Why was Weyland keeping them here much longer? Oh how he much he wanted to hunt Schulz right now. How much he desired to sink his teeth into the soft, delicious flesh.
He couldn't wait much longer, but knew he had to.
Weyland was working. He was rushing between meetings and meetings these days, not finding any time to occupy himself with the other task he had.
He had to find Schulz. He was hiding his hand for now, but Weyland was sure that Schulz would send an answer to his televised speech.
But a month had passed, and there was no sign of his Opponent.
Weyland didn't know Schulz that well, but he knew the German was clever, very clever.
He was like him, to an extent.
Sighing, he slammed his fist on the table.
The computer beeped. Incoming transmission.
Location: Unknown
Time: Unknown.
Length: Unknown.
Silently, Weyland disconnected his computer from the firm's network, staying on the public one in case this was a hacking attempt.
The video opened
"Hello, Mr. Weyland."
He would not have recognized Schulz' face, without the beard. The man's hair had been shortened and dyed, losing its greyness, and his beard was shaved.
His glasses had disappeared, and he was wearing a black suit.
"This message has been recorded, so don't bother to reply. I must say, your plan was delivered with superb sleight of hand. I had expected trouble from you, I had worked on Sigma-44 with you, and I thought I knew you. But seemingly, below the merry, happy small manager, a monster lurked. I had to sacrifice one of my closest allies, Albert Livingston, so I could make safe my escape." Dr. Schulz chuckled.
"I want to be frank with you. I have no desire to spill any blood, being it physical or legal. I don't care what or where you lead Weyland-Yutani. I'm not really interested in Weyland-Yutani anyway. I want your xenobiological Division.
Your father was quite obstinate. Did you know, he actually wanted to disband the xenobiological division? He said it wasn't right, to keep experimenting on these creatures. He was quite soft about it. He said, we should give them their space, defend us if we must, but stop abusing them for weaponry. He was planning to close down Sigma-44 too, he told me so. He kept it a secret from you, as he kept so many secrets from you. I had to withdraw from Sigma-44. I tried to talk him out of his plan. But he wouldn't budge. He told me he was "sorry". He told me this was it. He had already decided."
Schulz laughed.
"I couldn't let him do that, of course. I couldn't let him destroy all my research. So I killed him. I took his voice, to alter his will, to put myself at the top, so to speak. I then made public his demise. We had our talk, and I knew you were going to come back to earth, so I ordered Colonel Marker to kill you. He didn't manage, apparently. What a shame.
But you and apparently Dr. Cromwell too, managed to get too close to me for comfort. I was not prepared, I did not expect you to come for me. I didn't even know you were capable of the atrocities you committed. But apparently you were. This puts me in an awkward situation.
Either you give me both Cromwell and the xenomorph, and the whole of the Xenobiological Division with it. I will take it, go back to sigma-44 and complete my research there. I do have paying customers outside Weyland-Yutani, if you want to know.
Or you carry on with your father's course, and then I will have to spill blood. Legal blood. I will take you down, burn you, and bury your ashes. Like I did with David. You have no chance against me, Weyland.
But it is your choice."
The message terminated.
Weyland slammed on the table in rage. He pressed a buzzer, and ordered for Paul Cromwell and Akkan the Xenomorph to be brought into his office.
"Fred, we're not dogs, you can't just summon us on your whim. So this better be important."
"Schulz has finally showed his hand."
He played the message, the image of Schulz producing a growl from Akkan
Paul looked unsure. "What does this mean? Will you turn us over?"
Weyland fell silent for a second "No."
"That's good for you, because if you would've tried, Akkan would have killed you."
"I know, and he would've succeeded. I am fast, but not as fast as you two."
Paul shook his head. "I'm not stronger than you."
"I have something to tell you, something I know of, for some time now. But only recently, it came to my mind that it might be of importance. It explains your reactions whilst protecting Akkan."
"We're listening." Paul had an unhappy expression on his face. He didn't like the recent developments.
"You are a descendant. A descendant of project Inflexus."
"THE project Inflexus?"
Weyland nodded. "One of the few alive."
"How long did you know?"
Akkan hissed.
"For about ten years, give or take. Your name was in a file about the descendants of Project Inflexus. I wasn't aware consciously, till I reviewed the file lately. Schulz had examined it, and I was trying to trace what he knew. Your name is on that list. Schulz knows, that's why he wants you. And I'm sure Akkan knew as well. He must've smelled it, maybe that is the reason for your relationship."
Paul nodded. "It all makes sense now. WHY did you never tell me? I had the right to know."
"You hadn't. At the time I found the file, someone was killing descendants. But they had an old file that did have a few people unaccounted for. Including you."
"So what does that mean?"
Weyland sighed. "I don't know. Schulz is yet to show his hand fully, and I am not sure if anything he said on the message is the truth. I will investigate all of this."
"Akkan's getting impatient and I am getting bored." Paul stepped up to the desk. "Akkan wants to see Schulz dead, so do you? I suggest we get on with that, and then both I and Akkan can leave this world. I am sick of being a subject to another's whim. I told you you'd have our cooperation, and I'm keeping my word. But keep this in mind." The xenomorph stepped up to Paul's side, his tail cutting the air behind him.
"We are running out of patience. And you don't want us to do that."
"Are you threatening me, Paul?"
"I am merely pointing out the consequences."
Weyland got up too, and both Paul and Weyland locked their eyes.
"I'm not interested in fighting any of you two. It wouldn't be to my advantage. All I ask of you is a little time. Once Schulz shows his hand, we will strike deftly and quickly. Maybe another month, maybe two."
"In this case, we want a bigger house. We're sick of staying on the same few metres all the time."
Weyland's face broke into a smile. "That can be arranged."
Paul, this place is enormous!
They walked through the rooms of the small house Weyland had pointed them at. The transport was tedious, as it wasn't easy transferring a live xenomorph through the midst of London, but now they were there. They even had a garden, encircled by a high stone wall.
Akkan had spent the day loping through the rooms, inspecting everything.
We've got two bathrooms, one big bedroom and lots of other small and big rooms. Weyland certainly hasn't promised too much.
Paul had sat down on the sofa, and was eating a self-made sandwich. Akkan had come into the room, sitting down beside his lover, and lay his head on his lap. He purred.
Yeah, Weyland kept true to his word. But I'd rather like this to be over and done with. This house might be big but still, we're not safe.
Akkan scratched his back. That is true, but for now, it's good.
Right, now we two are going to end up as an ordinary couple, cooking, sleeping, and doing housework...
And mating. Akkan kissed Paul's belly, tickling it with his talon
Stooop! I'm ticklish! Akkan's tickling sent Paul into fits of laughter.
Akkan pushed Paul down, straddling him with his legs and holding his arms down softly with one talon whilst tickling Paul's side, sending him into fits of laughter. You're all mine now, sweetheart. Do as I wish
Paul whinnied and laughed at the touch of Akkan, who had pushed his shirt up. He hissed at Paul Undress for me.
Akkan let Paul go, letting the human undress.
What do you want me to do now Paul knelt before the Xeno, winking his eyes. He enjoyed the little game as much as Akkan.
Akkan was getting hard, there was no doubt to that, and he pushed his manhood towards Paul. Suck me off
The Xeno growled, as Paul took it in his mouth, carefully licking and teasing the alien meat in front of him.
It's my turn now to be in charge.
Paul stroked Akkan's tail, whilst sucking him off, ever so often stroking the tail hole. Akkan growled, pushing his stick into Paul's mouth, almost making him gag. No. You're mine.
Paul flinched in fear, but kept sucking. Akkan was big, bigger than him, but not bigger than anything he ever had. But he was doubtful about it, scared after what had happened to him in the past.
Akkan sensed his worry, and fell out of his role as Alpha xeno Don't worry, love, I'll be very very gentle. I'll be real careful.
Paul licked Akkan's manhood, stroking his side. Carry me, my alpha.
Growling, Akkan lifted Paul, and started carrying him towards the bed.
Weyland was witnessing a meeting of Weyland-Yutani's top executives. They were having a healthy discussion about selling the xenobiological division or disbanding it.
"Gentleman, may I have your attention?"
The murmur in the room ceased, as Weyland raised himself from his chair.
"I have received this legal notice a few hours ago."
"Legal notice? Weyland, what is this?"
"Dr. Emanuel Schulz has sued me for a few things, including manslaughter. Things that had happened during our exchange of power. It is grave. If he managed to prove any of this, I'll have the police on my tail. What do you think?"
The senior executive, Dr. Marshal, looked at Weyland. "Are you afraid of the police?"
"They cannot harm me."
"What is your worry then, lad?"
"I need to eliminate Schulz."
The room fell silent. "Legally or physically?"
"I want to destroy him. He was the one who killed my father."
Surprise and shock passed through the room. "It can't be." "No, not Schulz. They were friends."
Weyland slammed his fist on the table. "IT DOESN'T MATTER. IT IS LIKE I SAID!"
Marshal rose. "We are with you."