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Key to Merwe
By : BlueBastard
Category: 1 through F > District 9
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A/N: Yeah, I figured Christopher's eyes weren't red. Lol, knew someone would catch that. Just decided to make 'em that way. And this wouldn't be the same without the kid. Just easing him into the plot line.

Did you guys know there's Poleepkwa symbols for their lettering? Crazy stuff, I'm tellin' ya.

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"I... am most definitely NOT eating that." Wikus eyed the bloody piece of meat like it was diseased.

Fook, with all the flies swarming around it, it probably WAS.

Christopher had deposited the slabs of meat then had left, just as suddenly. The two lieutenants were sitting across the fire, looking with raised brows at the stubborn hybrid.

"You need the protein." Carter grunted.

"I've been surviving just fine on cat food. Can I at least cook this?" Wikus frowned.

The two Prawns looked at him in horror, as though he had sprouted a third antenna on his forehead.

"Why would you ever want to do that?!" Carter clicked.

"Takes the protein, the flavor, and the blood all away." Travis shook his head.

"Not to mention the taste..." Carter made a face.

"Or the smell." Travis chipped in with a distinct shudder.

Did the hybrid know nothing?

Wikus faintly remembered back in the beginning. When human organizations were attempting to find compatible food to feed the refugees, they had mistakenly wasted hundreds of pounds of donated beef because they had cooked it in the compound. There was a frenzied rush of Prawns heading the opposite direction. What they had feared was a mass riot was actually Prawns attempting to get as far away from the cooking foods as possible.

Wikus eyed the raw, unappetizing meat and cringed.

Did he really have to...?

Blinking at the two, Wikus decided perhaps a diversion was in order, "What the fook is up with Christopher anyway? He's been kind of... moody."

"He is nearing his cycle." Carter clicked freely, at which point the yellow Prawn cuffed him in the back of the head.

"That's only part of the reason." Travis snarled. Trust the red Prawn to think with his slick shaft before his head.

At which the Curtis replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head, "Well you didn't let me finish."

Rolling his eyes, Travis chucked a slab of meat at the other, giving in to the hurt look in the red's eyes, before turning back to Wikus, "There is a shifting of power among the people. They sense the death of one of the dominants. The other dominants are defending their territory, making sure Christopher isn't moving in on their turf. But they are confused. Christopher didn't make a grab for Shaun's followers, a sensible path for any dominant interested in usurping power."

"And Christopher didn't...?" Wikus trilled questioningly, head cocked.

"No." Carter clicked around a mouthful of bloody meat, the specks landing near the feet of one, horribly disturbed, Wikus Van de Merwe. He wrenched a large chunk by his mandibles, swallowing deeply as he continued, "Our Christopher isn't like that. He believes in choices. You could say he is our youthful, modernized Poleepkwa leader."

"Youthful? How old is he?" Wikus asked, digesting the new bit of information.

"28 cycles. Or rather, 280 of your earth years." Carter mumbled, before tearing into his meat once more.

Wikus spluttered, clicking, "W-what?! How old are you guys?"

"210," Carter raised his arm, then jerked to the yellow one, "209. but Christopher's the youngest dominant to gain so much support. It was his idea to let the humans believe we were mindless. So we can observe them."

"Speaking of Christopher, I would finish that before he gets back, Wikus." Travis suggested, not at all deterred by the hybrid's ploy.

Wikus gaped, surprised his ruse had been so transparent. The yellow Prawn was sharper than the hybrid realized.

"I refuse." Wikus crossed his arms, "What's he gonna do anyways? Force me to eat it?"

The two exchanged glances once more.

"If that's what it takes, then yes." A familiar deep voice clicked behind him.

Wikus started.

He hadn't even heard-

"C-Christopher..." Wikus chuckled nervously, "I -ah- didn't hear you there."

As the green Prawn sat decidedly next to him, the unexpected move sending a sharp shiver down his spine, Wikus prattled, "S-so is it true that you're 280 years old?"

Christopher shot a stern glance at the two across the fire, the Prawns shrugging and giving apologetic grins. They respected their leader and his power, but they were not afraid of him.

Snorting, Christopher just turned his heated gaze back to Wikus.

"Yes. Now eat." Christopher said in a tone that brooked no argument.

Wikus's Prawn body did that telltale twitch, the one that would follow anything that the dominant said. Strangely enough, Wikus was sure his body wouldn't bat an eye even if he was instructed to jump off a bridge. One of his antennas, the one closest to Christopher, started to waver towards him, like a magnet. Wikus almost reached out for one of the slabs of meat.

Almost.

His ghost of his missing finger twinged, reminding him of his previous humanity.

Wikus jerked his head, forcing the antenna back into place. He even went so far as to grab his left arm with his right.

"And if I refuse?" Wikus clicked stubbornly.

The two across the fire stilled, watching the scene playing out before them with morbid curiosity. They knew now, Christopher being his appointed guardian, that he wouldn't kill the hybrid outright. But that didn't mean he wouldn't enforce what he knew was best for the black Prawn.

Christopher himself stilled, surprised almost, as he turned slowly to the foolish Prawn next to him.

"You will eat it, Wikus." The emerald Prawn clicked deeply. Seriously.

Wikus trilled absentmindedly, looking across the fire to their rapt audience, back to the serious looking Poleepkwa beside him.

It's not like Christopher would actually do anything. Right?

Wikus scooted a little farther away down the log as he clicked, "No, I will not. I fookin' refuse. Eat it your fookin' self."

"All right then..." Christopher stood, surprising all three as he went to retrieve a slab of meat. He came back to his seat, though possibly closer than Wikus remembered.

Though the black Prawn was too busy grinning in his small victory, to notice.

Then Christopher turned to him, and he had a sinking feeling in his gut.

Apparently the Prawn wasn't done talking.

"...we do this the hard way." Christopher clicked gravely.

Suddenly a strong arm grabbed Wikus, all but pulling the smaller Prawn into the green one's lap. The hybrid froze in momentary surprise, before he struggled, seeing Christopher's tentacles make short work of shredding a piece from the large slab.

Wikus turned his head, trying to twist away as drops of blood dripped on his face, his tentacles quivering. His body wanted it. It scented the succulent meat. But Wikus's mind couldn't release the social stigmas his human side had learned.

"Take this. Eat." Christopher ordered through the meat hanging in his mandibles, easily overcoming his own body's basic need to feed. He would eat, but not until the stubborn hybrid did.

"No!" Wikus wriggles, almost breaking free.

Sighing, Christoper pulled strongly with his one arm, yanking the hybrid easily back to him. His binary arms then smoothly gripped around Wikus's slim waist, trapping the hybrid's own binary arms, as well as effectively locking him in place in Christopher's lap.

"This is your last warning, human." Christopher warned.

Wikus shrinked as far back as the green Poleepkwa's hold would allow, his face uncomfortably close to the bloody meat hanging in Christopher's maw.

His body reached for it. But Wikus shook his head, "Don't want it. No."

"Foolish child..." Christopher clicked in frustration. He hadn't wanted to take such measures...

Cupping the back of the hybrid's head, Christopher saw those mismatched eyes widen as he closed the small distance between them.

Fook!

Wikus panicked, hand pressing against the large green plating of Christopher's chest.

Fook, was Christopher trying to kiss him?!

Christopher growled at Wikus's resistance, then sprung across the remaining distance, mandibles catching the tendrils of the hybrid's mouth. Their hard plating clacked together at the sudden move.

Wikus's inexperienced tendrils and mandibles were no match for Christopher's, as the older Prawn battled for entry. Prying the hybrid's mouth open, Christopher shoved the meat inside then promptly interlocked Wikus's tendrils with his own, creating a barrier should the younger try to get rid of it.

But Wikus was busy flushing heatedly through the intimate contact. His mandibles quivered, his tendrils very sensitive to the stimulus Christopher was providing. The hybrid's fist clenched, trembling at the heated feeling, trapped between their hardened chests. Even the way they were pressed together -Wikus pinned within Christopher's strong arm and twin binaries- clouded his thought processes. Stalling his refusal.

The shredded meat slid warmly down Wikus's throat with no protest.

What was he fighting so adamantly against? Wikus struggled to remember.

Satisfied that Wikus had swallowed the morsel, Christopher released his tendrils, pulling back to observe. He didn't expect to find a flushed Wikus, eyes half-lidded, mouth floundering as though he didn't know how to use it after Christopher's departure.

A distinct heat curled in Christopher's loins.

Wikus himself mourned the loss of contact, surging forward once more before he caught himself. He pulled back, under watchful ruby eyes. Christopher hardly blinked.

"I- Uh..." Wikus spluttered.

"Shall I repeat the process... or can you finish the rest on your own?" Christopher clicked slowly, dragging his mind upwards from the lustful depths it had sunken to. But he couldn't tear his gaze away from the sleek black Prawn, rendered helpless in his hold.

He had the power.

He could force the hybrid. Would Wikus refuse?

Something in Christopher's gaze must have warned the hybrid. Before the green Prawn had the time to reason with himself -about certain thoughts such as why pounding the human down into the ground was a BAD thing- Wikus reacted.

"No no, I got it." Wikus said hastily, pulling himself from Christopher's lap. The green Prawn's hands tightened suddenly -causing nervous mismatched eyes to dart upwards- before Christopher slackened his hold, allowing Wikus to get away.

Wikus's heart pounded rapidly within his shell, hands gripping either side of the log as he sat heavily back down, staring at the dirt in front of him. The log was cold. He instantly missed the hard warmth of the larger Prawn's lap.

Fook. Just calm down. Christopher was just trying to help him eat. That's it.

No need to get overly excited.

Prawns must do that all the time.

It probably didn't mean anything.

Christopher, in the meantime, was filled with his own worries. Had he pushed the hybrid too far? He couldn't help the feeling of emptiness as the warmth that was Wikus Van de Merwe left his lap. He almost wished the human would refuse again, just so he would have the excuse to pull that slender body against his own. And to enjoy it this time.

Wikus looked up in surprise as the green Poleepkwa offered the large slab, trilling to pull Wikus out of his thoughts.

Tentatively taking the bloody piece in his hands, Wikus smiled weakly and brought it up to his mouth.

He paused, uncertain.

He had never really done much besides scoop cat food into his mouth.

Once more calm and under control, Christopher advised patiently, "Place the food before your mouth. Your body will do the rest."

Wikus glanced at him, then back at the meat. He swallowed nervously.

Then the former human had a crazy notion run through his head. And it involved the green Poleepkwa staring intently at him. And his warm mouthparts.

...and the food, of course.

Before he could lose whatever put the crazy thought in his head, he glanced nervously back at the larger Prawn, "C-can you show me how... again?"

He lost his nerve as those red eyes widened.

Wikus quickly looked away, feeling like a complete idiot.

Christopher was silent, something hanging heavily in the air.

Contrite, Wikus hung his head. Had he said something wrong? Was it only okay when Christopher did it?

"Fook man. S-sorry, forget I ask-" Wikus started to say.

But then Christopher was there, leaning down to nuzzle a chunk free from Wikus's frozen grasp. He straightened slowly in his seat, morsel held suspended in his grasp, red eyes locking with Wikus's. They were close, but not close enough.

Christopher was waiting for Wikus to come forward the rest of the distance.

Nervously, the black Prawn edged forward, his tendrils floundering. Christopher merely watched him, ever patient.

When their tendrils finally made contact, Wikus could've sworn a brief smugness flickered through Christopher's eyes. But it was gone before he could confirm it. Besides, his senses were busy overloading from the stimulus of brushing against Christopher's own warm mouth parts.

He just had to get the piece of meat and be done with it. But the process was harder than he had expected.

Christopher's tendrils quivered, as though restraining from making any moves, allowing Wikus the room to explore. But he didn't succeed completely. The hybrid shied away when one of Christopher's mandibles wrapped around his own, easily trapping the appendages for a moment, before releasing them.

Wikus started to pull away, before he stopped. He found those ruby orbs still watching him. Eyebrow ridge arched in challenge.

Was the little human afraid, the look seemed to ask.

Bolstered by slight indignation, Wikus dove back in, tendrils wrapping intimately against Christopher's before he managed to grab the morsel. He shivered as those mandibles made a last, farewell caress before Wikus pulled back, meat already sliding smoothly down his gullet.

Wikus thought maybe he was panting a little hard as he gazed at Christopher, a triumphant smirk on his ebony form.

Christopher thrummed in praise.

The sound warmed Wikus. And he couldn't help the smile that touched his eyes. When he saw something deeper in Christopher's however, Wikus felt a questioning clutch around his heart at its meaning, and the former human coughed.

He searched frantically for a distraction.

"You know, this doesn't taste half bad." Wikus commented, forcing his gaze from the green Prawn, "What is it?"

"Dog." Carter chirped from what he thought was the relative safety on the other side of the fire.

Upon which the red Prawn got slapped on the back of his head by Travis, and an irate Christopher rose half-way up from his seat, trilling angrily at Carter.

All because of the predictable reaction Wikus provided.

The black Prawn gagged, "I... am NOT eating that."

Christopher snarled, taking a step towards Carter.

"I couldn't help it!" Carter laughed as he got up to skirt around the fire, dodging an attempt by Christopher to grab him.

"Tell him the truth, Carter!" Travis trilled at the back of the Prawn-with-a-death-wish's head.

"What? Look at his face!" Carter chirped, narrowly dodging another lunge from a silently growling Christopher.

Wikus was staring with utter horror at the meat dangling from his tentacles, holding it as far away from him as he could. But for some reason he just could not let it go. After the first taste, his body was quivering for more.

"Finish it, human." Christopher ordered, not even looking in Wikus's direction.

Wikus just mutely shook his head. He knew there were countries out there who thought these were a delicacy, but he just kept picturing the face of his old puppy. Of course he couldn't remember the Labrador's name, since it had been run over a week after they got it.

But that was not the point.

Travis, humming, stuck out a foot at the exact moment Carter ran past. The red Prawn's eyes widened as he was tackled from behind by Christopher, his squawked, "Traitor!" directed towards a smug looking Travis.

Blood heated from previous contact with Wikus, the deprived Christopher forced the red Poleepkwa to the ground, "You leave me no choice, Carter. You are to be punished."

The red armored Prawn was bigger. Probably as strong, if not stronger, but he was no match for Christopher.

Carter struggled, "What? Christopher wait I-"

A hardened rod had barely pushed out of Christopher's heated sheath before it plunged into Carter's entrance, the red Prawn crying out loudly in pained pleasure.

Wikus's eyes flew wide, his previous disgusted look dropped entirely. Antennas twitched before freezing, as every other part of him had.

Holy FOOK!!!

What was Christopher doing?

Out in the bloody open?

With Carter?!

And were they ENJOYING it?!?!?!

Musk filled the air as the green Poleepkwa pistoned in and out of Carter from behind, one green arm shoving the other into the dirt. The other keeping the larger red from touching himself.

Carter threw his head back and gave a pleasured moan, trapped arms clawing the dirt in ecstasy.

THIS was punishment?

How would it feel to be the one under Christopher? Wikus began to heat at the thought.

Fook, what was he thinking?!

Wikus made a choked sound, the meat dropping to the ground.

This made those red eyes hone in on him, and Wikus pressed back against the log, as if he had been physically struck by the fire in them.

The last thing he wanted was Christopher focusing on HIM during this heated act.

But Christopher merely growled, grip tightening on the poor red Prawn as he thrusted even harder -faster- than before. The red-shelled Prawn was ground relentlessly into the dirt, his cries becoming more uncontrolled.

Wikus felt an unexplainable constriction in his chest as he watched the unfolding events before him. Heat travelled through his frozen core, his throat suddenly dry. The fact that Christopher's fierce gaze refused to release Wikus's distressed ones, didn't help matters.

Carter came suddenly, howling in agonized pleasure.

Christopher growled lowly, filling the Prawn to the brim with his hard black seed, never once tearing his gaze from the hybrid trembling on the log merely a few feet away.

Wikus was so taken aback, so literally frozen, that he didn't realize Christopher was standing, black seed dripping from his retracting shaft, until the green Prawn was standing before him.

The Poleepkwa's hardened tool was fully enclosed by then, withdrawn into the body, though the slickened evidence still dripped from his gleaming shell. Right between the juncture of his thighs.

Wikus chirped in embarrassment as he realized his gaze had lingered on that wet spot a moment too long, antennas jerking nervously as he looked up at the silent dominant.

With Christopher so close, the pheromones increased by triple, making Wikus's body tremble minutely, his head overwhelmed in the drowning scent.

He nearly fell -gracelessly- backwards off the log, a last minute attempt by his body to get away, when a strong arm caught him easily by the top ridges of his pectoral plating. Wikus's hand grabbed instinctively around Christopher's wrist, the green Poleepkwa the only thing keeping him from falling.

Christopher was leaning close, not helping Wikus at all in his futile attempt to regain his balance. Green antennas jerked wildly -scenting him?!- while he continued to stare wordlessly at him. Personal space obviously thrown to the wind.

Wikus started, remembering what Shaun had said. Could Wikus's Prawn form really be... irresistable? And if this was, indeed, true... would Christopher be able to control himself?

Fook, would Wikus?

Wikus was horrified to find his body thrumming warmly in response to the close scrutiny of the other, a dampness between his legs that wasn't there before. Wikus scrambled to shove his own, answering pheromones, down. Even going so far as clamping his quivering legs shut.

But the way Christopher's head canted to the side, mandibles shifting as if physically tasting the heavy aroma in the air, let Wikus know the other was not fooled.

For the longest twenty of seconds in the hybrid's short -holy Fook so short- life, Christopher just let him hang there in his un-relinquish-able grip.

That deep voice finally clicked, "You. WILL. Eat... human."

"Shit, man. Y-yes, absolutely. You got it." Wikus squawked, stumbling over himself to answer. He didn't care if it was dog, cat, or a fookin' carcass that had been rotting for weeks. He would eat it if it would make Christopher stop looking at him as if he meant to devour him right on the spot.

Wikus's hand clenched unconsciously around Christopher's wrist, making those red eyes flick to the point of contact, before traveling slowly back up to Wikus's widened, mismatched eyes.

Christopher seemed to be contemplating something, before he clicked gravelly, "So you WILL eat, then?"

"Fook yes, Christopher! I will. Just... Ah, help me up, eh? And I will get right to it. I promise you." Wikus babbled, his mouth tending to run away with him in times of intense stress or apprehension.

His breath stilled in his gill slits when Christopher suddenly pulled him back up, their faces closer than ever before, except with a lack of meat morsels from before.

No excuse for the proximity this time.

"...Good." The rumbled voice sent a heated shiver down Wikus's back ridges. Then the heat, the touch of the stronger Prawn was gone.

Christopher had stepped back. Slowly, but he was far away enough, for Wikus to still his rapidly beating heart and force his Prawn lungs to breath.

As he picked up the meat quickly under that unflinching gaze, Wikus smiled sheepishly to cover the nervous fluttering of his tendrils.

He would ask Christopher about what Shaun meant. But later.

Much, much later.

With another grin, he took the meat in his mouth and let the mandibles do their work.
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