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A/N: Another chapter. Amazing. Poor poor Wikus.

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Wikus eyed the other warily, before glancing back at himself.

But Wikus looked at himself with an overly critical eye. Where there should be flesh, there was hardened shell. He shook his head. That was a human comparison.

Instead he thought quickly of the other Prawn he had seen in the past two decades. And there was one thing he couldn't overlook.

"But I'm... smaller." He trilled meekly, mandibles shifting worriedly, as one tentacled hand wrung around the other, a nervous habit he had apparently kept from when he was human.

It was true, the average Prawn towered over a human at a staggering nine feet. Wikus was tall for a human at six feet and five inches, but in the Prawn world it seemed... lacking.

"Hmm..." Shaun stroked his chin thoughtfully with his tentacles, "I would use the word... compact. Slender. Manageable. It makes you so much more appealing. So much easier to dominate..."

"Excuse me? Fook that! Who said I wanted to be dominated?" Wikus growled, indignant anger cutting through the fear.

Shaun's surprise at his fire quickly dissolved into more primal urges. So this little Prawn wanted to play? Wanted to defy him? That was fine. They all submitted to him in the end. And it was every bit as satisfying as he could have imagined. As Shaun backed the unsuspecting hybrid against the outside wall of a shack, Wikus began to understand just how screwed he was.

Shaun devoured the look of fear and surprise as Wikus realized he was cornered, previous anger forgotten.

"Foolish human..." Shaun caged the slowly panicking Prawn with his arms, leaning closer as he clicked deeply, "Whoever said you had a choice?"

Wikus couldn't help it, he keened lowly, his form trembling slightly in fear.

He didn't ask for this.

He didn't ask to be made into a Prawn. Or a highly desirable one, at that.

He would give anything to have been transformed into an ugly fooker.

Perhaps his obvious discomfort would dissuade the brown Prawn from his heated actions.

But at the alien touch and Shaun's murmur of, "Such intoxicating sounds... perhaps I can make a few more slip past your mandibles..." it was obvious this had the exact opposite of Wikus's desired effect.

Wikus shivered, disliking the feel of Shaun's tentacle running down his outer shell.

A fresh wave of pheromones hit Wikus. His antennas waved wildly as he pushed back against the wall in an attempt to get away, his back ridges scraping against the rusted metal as he shook his head.

"No no no..." He keened lowly, trying to shut out the feeling of those seeking hands, stroking ever lower down his sides.

"Submit to me, hybrid..." Shaun purred, watching the myriad of emotions flitting through the delicate Prawn's face.

He would definitely have fun with this little one.

Wikus panicked as he felt the hand reaching in between his legs.

"No!" Wikus suddenly growled, shoving the brown Prawn off him with enough force to make the other stumble.

He defied the pheromones. The physical attractions.

Shaun's eyes narrowed.

The hybrid defied HIM.

Shaun growled.

Wikus antennas flickered nervously, tasting the aggression in the air. Shaun wanted this. Wanted him. And apparently had no qualms forcing the matter.

"Get away from me, you ugly fooker!" Wikus cursed, scrambling to streak past him. If he could just get a running start, he knew he could keep just ahead of the brown one until he found help.

He could admit it this one time.

Yes, he did need help.

And yes, he did wish a certain green Prawn was there.

As the larger brown Prawn tackled him to the ground, binary arms locking around his slender waist, Wikus struggled for all he was worth.

"Christopher!" He keened loudly, struggling.

He mewled in sudden desperation, Shaun angrily rocking against him. When a tentacled hand brushed against his slit, Wikus felt his whole body pulse.

Fook!

He struggled once more, but that hand rubbed thoroughly along his slit, making the hybrid's body arch upwards as a moan warbled past his mandibles.

"Christopher!" He keened loudly, eyes tightly shut, "Christopher, please!"

He didn't know if the other could hear him, hell, he didn't even know if the green Prawn was anywhere NEAR, he just...

He felt the sudden urge to plea and cry out for his help. He didn't know why.

Apparently it angered Shaun, however, as the brown Poleepkwa backhanded Wikus. The black Prawn could taste blood in his mouth, mandibles twitching in the aftershock.

"Do not say that name, hybrid! Do not call out to him! It is ME! I am here pleasuring you! I am!!!" Shaun vented, antennas and feelers frenzied wildly. His eyes were wide. Something cold slid down Wikus's spine at the look in them. Something was clearly off.

And Wikus was not strong enough to get the crazy Prawn to stop.

Wikus keened lowly, unable to even form the sound in Christopher's name, fearing the brown one's crazed wrath even if he could.

Shaun descended on him.

Wikus shut his eyes.

Then suddenly a ferocious bellow shook the ground and the tin shacks around them, the very pebbles around Wikus vibrating with its tremendous power. The brown Prawn was torn forcefully from Wikus's unwilling body, flung with enough force to fully dent the wall of an abandoned shack.

Wikus's mismatched eyes snapped open, taking in the emerald Poleepkwa in all his rippling, furious, glory. His green armored chest heaved, that red vest fluttering stiffly in the breeze. His antennas whipped violently, tentacles clenched. He stood erect in front of Wikus, tense form humming of power and resolute anger.

His narrowed gaze was focused on the dazed brown form, temporarily embedded into his steel prison, the wall warped as if it had been made of putty.

But then those hardened ruby eyes flicked slowly to Wikus sprawled near his feet, his gaze softening. As if checking to see if he was okay. Satisfied after a brief moment, Christopher turned fully to Shaun, features hard once more.

The brown Poleepkwa stumbled to his feet, peeling himself from the metal indent. Shaun's dazed gaze focusing on first Wikus, then Christopher, then back again.

He steadied himself and charged, a dark glint to his eye.

Christopher released an angered roar. Shaun should have stayed down. Now there would be no more mercy.

Wikus watched with widened eyes at the grizzly scene before him. Shaun put in some pretty good hits, but Christopher...

Christopher was ruthless.

First a leg, then an arm was broken, Shaun's mandibles a bloody, tangled mess on his face. The fight must've lasted only minutes, if it could be called a fight.

More like a massacre.

It ended with Christopher grabbing a hold of Shaun's head, and ripping it out of his flailing body, spine and all.

At Wikus's unmanly squeak, all that power and fury honed in on him.

Christopher dropped the slackened head, dead foe forgotten as he trudged to the trembling Prawn sitting on the ground. Wikus hadn't moved an inch since Shaun had been thankfully ripped off him.

Wikus was surprised.

Christopher looked untouched, besides the obscene splattering of blood that was not his, coating his exoskeleton. The only show of Christopher being hurt was a pronounced limp, but the green Prawn looked completely fine, otherwise.

With rising apprehension, Wikus found the Prawn finally stopping only when he towered over him. That broad green chest still heaved, but the fury was gone. Mandibles twisted wordlessly, antennas flicking as ruby eyes went over Wikus's form.

Intense eyes found and held Wikus's mismatched ones, and Christopher clicked deeply, "You called to me."

Even now, with the other drawing nearer, Wikus could feel a flutter inside of him. Wanting to cry out. To reach for the more dominant Poleepkwa.

To reach for what he could offer.

Protection. Warmth.

Something more.

Wikus swallowed thickly, shoving those reactions down as he fought them.

Blinking nervously, realizing those intense orbs still held him, Wikus pushed himself more upright on the ground. He had to answer. Felt compelled to, "...yes..."

"This is not the first time you did so. And this time... you called for ME specifically." Christopher held his gaze, the mere intensity of it threatening to snap the last of Wikus's resolve. Make him flee.

But to run away from what?

To cower... from what?

At Wikus's continued silence, Christopher's gaze narrowed, crouching so he wasn't so over imposing. So terrifyingly in control. But it didn't matter that they were closer in eye level now, there was a certain power Christopher had that would always make him seem bigger.

Larger than life.

"Do you understand the implications of this, Wikus?" Christopher trilled, in all seriousness. He was so calm, despite the blood of his enemy that dripped off his sleek form.

His ruby eyes were imploring. Needing Wikus to understand.

But also warning him.

If this wasn't what Wikus wanted, Christopher was giving him a very VERY slim chance to back out.

Christopher crouched, body as still as stone, but Wikus could sense the Prawn's very muscles quivering.

Waiting.

Anticipating.

Wikus shrunk back, one hand held out in defense as he trilled meekly, "I..."

He didn't mean it. He was just afraid. Called out for the only person that had seemed familiar during the recent events of his world turning upside down!

His mind supplied him with numerous reasons. Numerous arguments to backpeddle from whatever Christopher was implying. What he was offering.

His body cried out, keening. Seeking for the comfort of the green Poleepkwa before him.

Seeking Christopher's warmth.

His strength.

His protection.

Wikus was barely able to stifle the sound, using his hand to clamp forcibly against his own mouth.

But he saw the green Prawn's reaction to it all the same.

Christopher's gaze was half-lidded. A shudder wracking through his body. Wikus did this to him. No other affected him so much. His body was tense, unmoving. Even his mandibles froze, his mind seeking the calm to stop himself from doing something he would regret later.

His antennas jerked. He could smell the heat, the moisture, that the brown Poleepkwa had forced on Wikus. It was alluring. Heady.

And intoxicating.

Christopher felt another shudder wrack through his form, trembling from the vicious conflicting urges. The need to take Wikus where he lay, vulnerable. Finish what Shaun started.

But the larger part of him knew.

There had to be trust.

In order to gain it, Wikus had to take the first step.

His strained gaze looked down into those adorable confused, mismatched ones. Wikus was watching him, warily noting his restraint.

Could Wikus trust Christopher?

His blue and gold eyes drifted slowly to the side, taking in the bloody pieces that had made up Shaun. Christopher was dangerous. Terribly powerful.

Wikus knew that now.

He was... what was that word? Dominant?

Wikus shivered, not even wanting to know what that made him.

But... Christopher had stood by him. Helped him when he needed it, even if Wikus hadn't realized at the time-

Suddenly, with a gasp, Wikus snapped his gaze back to ruby red ones.

Christopher had saved him.

Wikus's body trembled from their proximity. Needing, wanting to be held. It was only Wikus's troubled mind keeping it from that.

Unable to resist the pull any longer, Wikus clicked under his breath, "I-I don't fookin' care what it means, Christopher!"

He looked up into those piercing red orbs, praying he didn't hear. Yet wanting him to as well.

Of course he heard.

The trembling stopped, those eyes softening to a content grin.

"I see..." Christopher mused.

Without a second thought, he scooped the hybrid into his arms and stood. He let out a pleased purr as Wikus -instead of struggling or pulling away- leaned into the touch, keening softly.

As they walked away from the carnage, Christopher trilled calmly, "It means, dear Wikus, that you have placed yourself under my protection."

Wikus stilled, eyeing the Prawn, "What... like we're mates now?"

Christopher paused, almost taken aback, as he looked down at the ebony Prawn, "Are you offering yourself to me?"

A heated flush ran through Wikus's form, and he stuttered, "N-no!"

Disappointment coursed through the larger Prawn, though he quickly kept walking to stop it from showing, "Then it means simply that. I am your guardian. Your protector. Your benefactor." Christopher glanced down at Wikus then, red gaze unreadable, before he looked away, clicking softly, "Until the day you find your mate."

They continued the trek, Wikus unconsciously clinging to Chrostopher's larger form.

Did he really want that? A mate?

To integrate so fully into the Poleepkwa society?

Who would he even-?

At the soft rumble in the green chest that held him, Wikus looked up at his new protector.

Could... Christopher ever... desire him that way?

No. Impossible.

Wikus turned his gaze sharply to the ground. He must be fooling himself.

Christopher was so strong. So powerful.

So confident.

What would he see in a weak, little hybrid like himself?

He felt another heated flush run through him, muttering suddenly, "I can walk, you know."

He felt the embarrassed need to suddenly distance himself from the larger Prawn, almost afraid the other could read his thoughts.

"And?" Christopher clicked, brow ridge raised.

Wikus gaped, speechless momentarily. Then his mandibles worked furiously, "And that means I want you to put me down!"

Christopher looked like he was contemplating it, before replying, "...No."

Amidst Wikus's indignant garbled 'what' and 'cheeky bastard' clicks, Christopher mentioned lightly, "You never thanked me, you know..."

That shut the hybrid up.

Wikus seemed to be chewing on the air, looking contrite. He finally brought his attention back to Christopher's expectant gaze.

"Thank... you, Christopher... for everything." Wikus said softly, his clicks sincere.

Christopher's red eyes melted, as he purred, "You're welcome, Wikus."

They continued walking.

A few moments later, a meek voice trilled, "So you gonna put me down now?"

Without missing a single beat, the reply came forcefully, "No."

There was a pause.

Then Wikus growled, "Fookin' bastard!"

To which Christopher chuckled, "Foolish human."
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Key to Merwe	By : BlueBastard Category: 1 through F > District 9 Views: 5819 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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