Akkan had been cuddling Paul, trying to get him to ease up, but it wasn't easy. He had to fight his mating urges, the urge just to stick himself into Paul and fuck him mindlessly. He knew it was a bad idea, but his body wanted it so much...
Paul was uneasy and scared, clinging onto Akkan's chest. They had tried it, but Paul, shaking and white with fear had quickly stopped it.
I'm sorry… I just can't… it is so horrible…
The sorrow in Paul's words hit Akkan like a missile in his heart, exploding and making him so very sad. Don't worry.
You want this. I can feel it. I'm sorry, I'm not good enough for you…
Akkan growled. Hey, why shouldn't you be good enough for me?
Because I have issues. Issues that stop us from mating...
Akkan honestly wanted to scream and bite himself now. He was making his lover feel bad and it felt even worse for him. I'm sorry, Paul. I shouldn't have pressured you. I didn't know it would make you feel bad…
They kissed.
No... Don't worry about it. Just give me a bit more time.
We can try it another time, when you're feeling better, and more relaxed.
Paul put his hand on Akkan's head, stroking along its length. Maybe that's a good idea.
Akkan hissed and turned over on his back, hugging Paul on his chest. He nibbled his shoulder a bit, being careful not to nick the skin, Paul's blood tasted awful, he knew as much.
The bullet wound was almost gone, a blackening scab and a white scar being the reminder of it. A few scratches and bruises were disappearing too. Paul had made quite a recovery, yet he wasn't fully done. The images of their fight still lingered on in his mind, Akkan knew this.
Paul would never fully recover from what they had done. He would always see those images, burning inside his soul.
Akkan himself was also, behind a wall of strength, weakening. He saw the brutality, how humans treated each other, and it scared him. He could never kill a xenomorph. But humans killed each other, ravaging their own kind about such little things, money and influence, for instance.
Weyland, whom he had regarded as a warrior, like himself, was nothing else than a brutal butcher, not caring for anything but himself.
It scared Akkan. If Weyland was ruthless, how would Dr. Schulz be?
Akkan?
His thoughts came back to the present day. What is it?
You were quite far away...
I was... This human life is all too confusing for me.
Well, you're not human silly. Playfully, Paul boxed Akkan's side, making the xeno squeal.
Ow! You hurt me! I will kill you now. Smiling broadly, Akkan hugged Paul
Akkan?
Yeah?
I hate you.
Paul giggled, and Akkan kept nibbling his shoulder.
They hugged in bed for a few minutes, not saying anything, just enjoying the feeling of the other.
Paul?
Yeah, sweetie?
Being called sweetie made Akkan very happy. Do you want to mate with me?
Paul smiled, and kissed Akkan's forehead. You don't think about anything else, do you?
I do, but I want to mate now.
Smiling his toothed xeno smile, he turned on his back, and stroked Paul's side Go ahead. I've changed my mind.
About what.
You mating with me.
He nudged Paul towards his tail hole.
And even Paul couldn't resist anymore. He bent down, pushing a finger inside the soft, smooth spot, the spot where even Akkan was vulnerable.
The muscles at the base of the tail twitched, as Akkan let out a roar, almost jumping. Feels good?
The xenomorph nodded, not wanting to reply anymore. He wanted to be taken by Paul NOW.
But Paul kept teasing him with his fingers, and Akkan squealed and bucked, his manhood flapping around, until Paul caught it with his hand, rubbing it quickly.
It started to leak pre, and Paul could already feel it harden, preparing to shoot hot white xenomorph cum.
Paul stopped.
EEEEK!
Akkan kept still What was that for?
Paul grinned. We can't have you shooting all over you again. Get on all fours.
Akkan obeyed, still shivering from being brought so close to the climax. What are you going to do now?
Lifting Akkan's tail up, and putting it over his shoulder, he grabbed the xeno's butt, and slowly inserted himself in. It was tight, and Paul had to pull himself together not to just ram inside, but he knew better than that.
Better now?
Akkan squealed, and wriggled, to push Paul deeper into him. They stayed like that for a few seconds, one stuck within the other.
Wanna be fucked? Fucked like the little xeno bitch you are? Paul giggled. Sometimes he enjoyed such things.
Akkan played along Yes please... He replied in a most timid way, making Paul giggle again.
Being timid and shy doesn't suit you at all…
Paul put his hands around the two lower dorsal tubes, sliding them up and down their length.
It made Akkan screech.
He started moving his hips, feeling himself slide along his lover's inside. He gathered speed, and felt his alien blood taking over.
Pounding Akkan's backside hard, both the Xeno and him screeched and roared in pleasure.
Akkan curled his tail around Paul, hugging him tightly with it, and binding the two together, whilst Paul, his alien blood burning in his veins, kept slamming into Akkan.
The Xeno came, spewing all over the mattress, soaking it in his cum. He squealed, screaming at Paul mentally in pleasure.
They fucked, hard and fast, until Paul felt himself climax. He pulled out of Akkan, causing a squeal of surprise from the xenomorph, and let himself squirt all over his lover's back.
Akkan collapsed down on his belly, squirting another load into the mattress.
Paul lay down on the back, between the dorsal tubes and hugged Akkan. How did you enjoy that? He breathed, out of breath, both from pleasure and exhaustion.
Akkan was wheezing as well, probably from pleasure rather than exhaustion. The xeno turned around, and they hugged, smearing each other with their own cum. It was white, hot and sticky.
I loved it! The xeno exclaimed, hugging Paul tightly.
They kissed, a long, deep, loving kiss. It took a long time, until their lips separated. They kept hugging, until Akkan timidly spoke up again: Shower?
Sure.
The xenomorph cradled Paul in his arms, and Paul clung to the chest of his lover, as he carried him into the bathroom.
Weyland cursed.
He was putting together his gear, to infiltrate Schulz' private Bio lab in Russia. It was going to be cold, he had only been able to acquire ancient blueprints of the building, and he didn't know what Schulz was doing in there.
But what he hated most was being forced to take action. Usually, he wouldn't do that. He would wait for his opponent to make a move, and then strike when he found a weakness. Now he had to be the one making a move, his time was running out.
Schulz had started a full-scale legal war. Weyland obviously didn't care about it, but if it went to trial, he had to stand, at least in the public eye. It would ruin his reputation, and he didn't want that.
He had to remove Schulz. Akkan wanted to see Schulz dead too. He didn't know about Paul Cromwell yet, but he presumed he would stand behind Akkan, so he had to come too.
The Bio lab was deep under the earth, within an old bunker, of the Old Russian type. Schulz had done some upgrades to it, upgrades Weyland knew nothing about. They were diving head first into a water of unknown depth.
And that was their advantage.
Schulz wouldn't dream of them attacking him in his stronghold. Schulz expected them to fight him on a legal level. Weyland's resources were much greater than his opponent's, so it would be only natural to fight this out before a judge.
Weyland had debated this with Weyland-Yutani's legal councils. It was basically a fifty-fifty chance to win, but it wouldn't stop Schulz from coming back at them again and again.
Whilst he had turned the idea over in his mind to just give Schulz what he wanted, he dismissed that as well. It wouldn't shut him up permanently.
With the help of Dr. Marshal, they had devised a plan. A plan that was illegal, and would get him into real trouble with the law.
They were going to infiltrate Schulz' stronghold, kill him, and blow the whole thing sky-high. It was a lab after all, and no one knew what he was doing down there. It would provide a nice cover-up, and it would shut Schulz up permanently.
He had another two days left, and then the Shipstern Bluff would arrive on earth, and carry him and his team, including Akkan and Paul, to the old bunker.
The Shipstern Bluff was able to slip below any radar detection Schulz might have set up, and Jeanne was a good pilot. She would get them there.
The house was dark. Paul lay snoring on the bed, and Akkan had curled around the human protectively. Xenomorphs did not need as much sleep as humans did, so most of the time, Akkan was awake, watching over Paul. He didn't mind. He had the patience of a hunter, and he was content guarding his lover.
His talon stroked along the back of the human.
Paul had been doing something called "Working out" which involved him pushing and pulling and lifting weird heavy stuff. He had told Akkan he needed it to look better. He still remained his fleshy self though, except that he had become stronger. Whilst play-wrestling in bed, it had become harder to overpower Paul, even so because Akkan had to take real care not to hurt him. Xenomorphs were much stronger that humans, so he had to take care when he was handling Paul. After all, the human was still very fragile.
The ridges on Akkan's head had now finished growing and every time he stroked them with his talon he felt proud. He had become a true warrior, ready to protect Paul at all costs.
But still doubt nagged in his mind, a nagging doubt he could not dispense.
He wanted to meet his kin. He wished to see other Xenomorphs. But he couldn't put Paul into that. He wasn't sure how his kind would react to his human lover. They might see him as prey, and kill him. He couldn't allow that to happen.
But still, his curiosity was not satisfied. Maybe once this was over, they could get something arranged…
He wondered when it would be over. He had to kill Schulz still, and then he and Paul could go away to the planet Weyland had promised. The human better keep his word. Weyland was a warrior too, but not as fast and as strong as Akkan. He could easily overpower the human if he became a threat… could he?
He remembered the day where they were held by the Livingston human, on the top floor of the Weyland-Yutani tower.
He couldn't have overpowered Livingston without dying himself. Humans made up what they lacked in strength and reflexes by using their minds and their clever tools of death. They were not helpless prey, like the four-legged creatures humans called cattle, which he and Paul ate sometimes.
Humans were as much predator as prey. If he was not careful, they would turn him into prey, and kill him just as easy as he would kill them.
He feared his natural weaponry would not be enough to protect Paul from the evils Schulz would conjure on them. And he would not forgive himself if he failed. A warrior mustn't fail.
He needed a gun. Weyland used it, everyone else used it, but if he did so, coupled with his natural weapons, his enemies would truly have something to fear.