I AM LIKE SOME KIND OF FIC-MAKING MACHINE
Title: Sensory Overload
Pairing: Christopher/Semi-Human Wikus
Warning(s): Sex with an alien? It’s D9 slash fic, come on.
Summary: Based on the prompt: “How about Wikus begins to notice just how good Christopher smells, and finally cracks and jumps him?” due to transformation-induced craziness. I attempted to deliver.
Wikus’ transformation hit him hard. All of the changes were suddenly and absolutely overwhelming; the improvement in his eyesight left him dizzy, his enhanced hearing gave him a massive headache, and his sense of smell…
It was fucking intense.
Smells were no longer just smells; they were hard or soft, warm or cold, and in some cases, they were alluring.
Actually, it was just Christopher’s smell that Wikus found so appealing.
Enchanting, one could say.
Fuck, it was the hottest fucking thing in the entire fucking world.
Being in the room with the alien was causing a real stir in Wikus, and he was finding it harder and harder (and harder) to resist walking up and throwing himself at Christopher. The possibility of decapitation kept these unsavory urges at bay.
That is, until Christopher walked over to where Wikus was sitting and reached down to pick up a bit of machinery, and the smell (the good, clean, wonderful smell) was right there, right next to Wikus and he just couldn’t help himself, really, he couldn’t.
He pressed his face into the crook of Christopher’s neck and breathed in.
He felt the Prawn freeze.
“Fuck, man, you smell so good…” Wikus was muffled by Christopher’s neck. “Your skin, it’s fucking amazing, it’s so fucking soft.” He nuzzled.
Christopher was at a loss. “I see your mood has improved.”
Wikus moaned into his neck.
‘Well,’ Christopher thought to himself, ‘this is definitely better than all of his complaining.’ He glanced down at the entrance to the ship beneath his shack, where he could see his son fiddling with some wires. “Close the door, Little One. I’m going to be busy up here for a while.”
“Okay, Daddy!” CJ called back. The hatch clicked shut. Christopher sighed.
This was all the permission Wikus needed. He pushed a passive Christopher to the ground and crawled over him, totally focused on touching and licking and tasting and smelling. He was experiencing a sensory overload, and it was absolutely blissful.
Christopher let the half-human do his exploring, choosing to sit back and enjoy the ride, so to speak. The touching was pleasant, especially when Wikus chose to grip and stroke his antenna with his Prawn hand. Wikus was running his right hand over Christopher’s skin, stroking along his side and chest, feeling the texture. He sucked hard on Christopher's neck, muttering a string of "fuck, fuck, fuck" under his breath.
He ground his erection into Christopher’s hip and choked back a sob.
Christopher gripped Wikus’ hips and pulled him close, pushing up into his clothed erection. Wikus shuddered and came.
He laid over Christopher for a moment, satiated, before suddenly jerking back and away from him. “Oh, fuck.”
Christopher sat up and adjusted his vest, which had become slightly askew from his recent encounter.
“Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” Wikus moaned. “What the fuck is wrong with me, oh God…”
Christopher stood up and walked over to the hatch, opening it. “CJ, we’re done up here. You can come and play with the Sweetie-Man when you’re done down there.” He heard a happy set of clicks in response.
“I’m gay. I’m gay and I fuck aliens. Oh God, what will my mother say?”
Christopher took a quick look at Wikus before heading over to his work area. “Relax, you’re overwhelmed. There are many sensory enhancements you’ll experience, rash actions are normal.”
"You'll experience many other enhancements, as well."
He turned to look at Wikus.
"Your sex drive, for instance..."