More Possibilities

Disclaimer: all licensing and copyrights of the motion picture ‘Predator’ belong to Twentieth Century Fox and the screen writers. I receive no profit from my writing of fan fiction and do so only for enjoyment purposes.


Author’s Note: I’m not dead yet !!! RL just kicked me around for awhile.

Warning: a bit slashier than most chapters.

More Possibilities
Chapter 7

Kir stealthily slipped into the darkened room to check again on his resting Ooman mate. His acute sight could only discern a cool-sheet covered lump as Sam had pulled the material over her head. Only one green tinted blonde braid was visible. Kir smirked as he spied it in the dim light. It seemed their bathing fluid had a discoloring affect on the hair of the Ooman woman. After Sam had ranted over the discovery a few days ago she had admitted in a disgruntled tone of voice that something similar had happened solar years ago when she had been a member of a sporting unit called a ‘swim team’. A competition event the Yautjas could not understand when she had described the rules to the two hunters. Kir could conceive some excitement if the competitors tried to drown each other, but just swimming back and forth in a huge rectangle of H2O made no sense to them. She had explained that the chemicals used to treat the water had the same outcome and would slowly disappear once she was off the ship and no longer using the bathing pool so frequently. Since then she had restricted the amount of time she lingered after cleaning herself so there were no more episodes of wet slippery sex that he so enjoyed. He hid his grin in the event his Ooman mate was peeking beneath the sheet at the remembered reaction Sam displayed at their approval of the change in her hair, after all green was a favorite color for their kind and her altered hair had provoked much teasing from himself and Salek. It was also discovered that their feisty Ooman female mate had a sharp shin kicking ability as well as Sam retaliated.

Unfortunately, he and Salek had improved her aim over the solar days they had spent already on the ship. Sam’s injured leg had healed perfectly and she had insisted on being trained by them in their fighting style. It wasn’t because she doubted their ability to protect her, Sam assured them, but to fill up the empty days ahead as they traveled through the stars to reach the planet their home was now located on. Unless they planned to spend the entire journey just ‘fucking like large leaping rodents’, was they way Sam had phrased it, Kir believed. When the two males had just nodded enthusiastically in agreement and eagerly rubbed their mandibles together, appearing pleased at her suggestion, the Ooman female explained the concept of ‘sarcasm’ to them.

She was actually doing well in her practice sessions, Kir thought proudly and adapting in other ways. Sam was always eager to try their food, though she did insist on it being dead first, and learn about their culture. She was even attempting to understand their language and was adapting to the warm humidity their kind preferred. He and Salek did not have to keep the ship’s temperature at such an uncomfortable chilly setting as they had first feared. They were also learning more about Ooman females as well. Some of the discoveries were confusing and hard to understand, though. Sam had explained to them about the Ooman female’s reproductive cycle and the part of it called menstruating. The huge warriors could not fathom why Ooman doctors had not cured the side effects of this before. Cramps, bloating, moodiness, back pain and bleeding were all suffered by the females every single Earth moon cycle. And the Oomans considered their kind to be barbarians, Kir thought in amazement.

This seven day cycle Sam was experiencing it and Salek and Kir felt sympathy for their female mate. It was more than her lack of desire for physical intimacy that disturbed them, but her lethargy and change in attitude. She only wanted to be left alone and sleep. If she hadn’t warned them of this the Yautja warriors would have been deeply worried. The past few sleep cycles they had tip-toed around the ship, making sure she had plenty of juice and her gold wrapped substance on the small table next to the sleeping pad. She claimed it helped and had insisted on a large supply being purchased before they left the space station. Kir frowned; he had secretly scanned the dark food item and could find any medical, or for that matter nutritional, aid it could possibly render their female mate, nevertheless he silently crept in the darkened room and deposited another labeled G-O-D-I-V-A for her.

He felt guilty for still desiring physical relations while she was unwell, but there was no denying that his own sexual drive remained undiminished as the Ooman female recovered. His mandibles curled as he considered where Salek might be found. Perhaps it was time for the two males to do some bonding instead. Kir considered the possibilities of the slender, dark patterned male’s location. The ship wasn’t that big and there where only so many places Salek could be. The other warrior had mentioned at the waking meal that there were several repairs and routine maintenance he was planning to do. Kir also remembered a few bruises he had received in the past that he had acquired when he had tried to disturb the other Yautja while working. His mandibles rubbed together eagerly as he thoughtfully considered the challenge ahead.

He crept down corridors as he searched the ship, careful to remain silent to the hearing canals of the other male. He swiftly stifled his chirp of pleased surprise when he finally spied his male bond-mate. Salek was on his knees with his head and shoulders deep in an engineering conduit. Kir watched with avid fascination as each movement and small shift in position caused muscles to ripple under the darkly mottled skin. He smirked as he heard muffled, disgruntled growling from within the metal tubing. Perhaps, Kir thought, his male mate might welcome a break after all, but he wasn’t willing to risk a refusal. On stealthy talon tips, Kir inched forward until he was within striking range of the other warrior. Wincing as he dropped the heavy metal shackle and the loud noise echoed around them, he grabbed one of Salek’s ankles. His bond-mate made a reflective kick, but Kir held the failing foot and snapped on the restraint, flipping the switch with a claw so it magnetically adhered to the hallway floor.

Ignoring the angry shouts, Kir avoided the other kicking foot and dodged until he was able to grab it as well. He repeated the procedure and his mate was secured and almost immobile. Salek’s powerful upper body was still trapped inside the conduit and with his lags fastened by the strong shackles he was unable to move back and turn to attack Kir or move forward to escape. Kir’s mandibles rubbed together with smug satisfaction as he viewed his male mate’s uselessly struggling hindquarters. The thin loincloth swished between tensely muscled thighs as Salek thrashed and chirped dire threats back at him. Kir heard sharp claws scrabble helplessly against metal as the other powerful warrior sough for leverage. Kir would have enjoyed taunting the other hunter if he didn’t have a more sensual torment planned for him instead.

He knelt between the restrained, spread legs of his lover and chirped his approval of the sight. Salek’s brief covering hanging from his lean hips obscured his view so Kir happily removed it. Kir’s nimble claw tips stripped Salek of his loincloth and with his action the other male stilled. He ran approving palms over the firm curves of the other male’s muscled calves, thighs and buttocks, admiring the pattern of dark spots over the gray and cream colored epidermal layer. Deep in Salek’s crease Kir’s sharp gaze spied the quivering pink furl and his thumbs spread the tense buttocks so it was more visible. Black freckles were scattered over the clenching, closed opening and Kir’s tongue tip flicked over it earning a low moan form his lover. He inched his probing tongue lower until it tormented the tightly folded lips of flesh that held Salek’s ball sack inside his body. Salek’s ass twitched, Kir’s hands slid over warm flesh to curve around slim hips to hold his lover still for his explorations. He retuned his attention back to the slit and ran his tongue up and down it. In a matter of moments he faintly heard a low snarl and was rewarded with the smooth scrotum slowly emerging. His tongue eagerly laved it as his lower mandibles stretched to cradle the guarded part of his bond-mate’s body.

After a few more moments of teasing wet caresses, Kir switched his ministrations back to his lover’s quivering furl. His tongue tip resumed its soft flicking causing his mate to growl in frustration. Heeding Salek’s silent demands Kir paused with his tongue poised over the small opening before plunging in. His long, strong tongue plundered deep in the narrow, clenching channel of his lover while his hands firmly held the wildly bucking body still. He repeated this several times before slowly withdrawing, his sensitive tongue seeking the special, hidden spot that would drive Salek crazy. When his tongue discovered the swelling, tender gland he gently fastened his suction-like tip over it. His face buried between the tense buttocks of his bond-mate, Kir sucked and listened gleefully to the tortured, keening cries echoing strangely because of the metal conduit Salek was still partly trapped in. He growled as his own ball sack dropped and filled his lungs with the other male’s musky arousal. The scent was soon intensified when Salek climaxed, his semen adding to the rich aroma.

Kir snarled in satisfaction and reared back so he could place the weeping end of his male member against the damp, quivering opening of Salek’s body. He gave a powerful thrust and seated his aching erection fully inside the warm sheath waiting for him. He began a relentless rhythm of long steady strokes and gloried that he did not have to temper his strength, as he often had to do with Sam. Salek’s muscled body easily absorbed the intensity of his hammering hips as Kir lost himself pleasure. He could feel that the other Yautja had braced himself as they both rushed for release, Salek’s second and Kir’s first. The other male peaked before him and the sensation of his mate’s rear channel rippling around his male member was too much for Kir. With a rumbling roar, he allowed his release to rush over him. He dimly heard Salek’s chitter as his warm seed splashed deep and washed over the walls of the still spasming sheath that was snug around him. He slumped over the muscled back of his lover as the shudders slowly faded. An irritated twitch from the lean hips that were flush against his groin roused him and Kir straightened. He gave a low mournful moan as he reluctantly withdrew from his bond-mate’s stated body. Kir knew from experience that once Salek was finished the slender male did not appreciate being in an uncomfortable position and pinned to the hard metal corridor definitely qualified as such.

His own knees protested a bit as he shifted and released the magnetic shackles with a flick of his claw tip. He helped Salek move backwards and eased the other male onto his back. The dark patterned warrior panted as Kir sat near him and absently stroked the black dreads spilling in his lap. He began to rub them on his erection, but a low growl and head jerk moved them to safety. Kir sighed; Salek for some reason did not like semen in his dreads.

“Let me finish you in my mouth?” Salek suggested.

Kir rubbed his mandibles together in anticipation, but his bond-mate made no effort to move from his comfortable sprawl on the floor. Instead a talon tipped hand waved to him and Kir considered. Salek wanted him to kneel over him, but his knees protested and reminded him he wasn’t a Fresh Blood anymore. Salek’s long, talented tongue swept out from between his mandibles and waggled teasingly in his direction and Kir decided that walking was definitely over-rated. Stifling his low moan of discomfort, Kir rolled to his hands and knees and crawled over to straddle Salek’s head. As he approached he watched the other Yautja unhinge his jaw to accommodate the girth of Kir’s filled male member.

Any faint twinge of pain from his abused knees disappeared as Kir slowly slid his swollen shaft in the wet cavern of his bond-mate’s mouth. Sam had explained to them a hindering condition that Oomans suffered known as a ‘gag reflex’ and at this moment Kir was thankful his species was physically different as his male member ventured deep down Salek’s throat. A low growl of satisfaction rumbled from his chest as his groin came to rest against Salek’s out stretched mandibles. He felt the strong, lower set cradle and caress his ball sack before he began to stroke shallowly. He leaned forward and braced his palms against the metal flooring, his claws hooking into a slated grating. His hips moved steadily as he enjoyed the wonderful sensation of Salek’s busy tongue curling and stroking his erection. His rhythm faltered, though, when sharp claws began kneading his buttocks and he felt a finger tip probing at his own rear entrance.

Those strong hands gripped his buttocks firmly and ground him down and still. Kir shuddered as Salek’s throat began making swallowing motions that squeezed and caressed his erection. When a low humming was added, Kir knew he only had a short time before his raveling self-control frayed entirely. He felt his ball sack tighten and draw up closer to his body as his second climax approached. He stared sightlessly ahead as his body was overwhelmed with intense sensation and his seed erupted in a powerful ejaculation. Salek eagerly swallowed his final release and Kir braced himself so he would not collapse on his mate’s face in a limp mass of sated space goop. While he slowly withdrew he felt the other male’s tongue lick him clean, which produced another set of tremors to rack his body. He slumped to the side of his bond-mate, rolled to his back and grimaced slightly as he straightened his legs. His pleasant wallowing in the afterglow of his orgasm was interrupted by Salek.

“It took you long enough to hunt me, did you need a nap first?” The other Hunter chittered.

Kir blinked his inner eyelid and turned his head to frown at his mate.

Salek’s mandibles curled with amusement, “Did you really think it takes me this long to change out a cooling coil?”

Kir chirped his rueful laughter as he reached and stoked Salek’s dreads. They spoke for a few moments longer before both Hunters roused themselves to move. Gathering up the discarded tools, they shuffled back to the living quarters of the ship. Kir snorted as Salek swiftly strode into the bathing chamber, no doubt to set the temperature at boiling level. He paused next to the sleeping pad and noticed that the foil wrapped ‘medicine’ was untouched. He decided to wake Sam after he and Salek bathed to check on her. Before they left the space station he had downloaded numerous medical files, perhaps there was more they could do to aid their Ooman female mate at this time. As he turned he felt something hard and sharp under the sensitive sole of his foot. Frowning he bent and scooped the small object up. His head tilted as he studied what he had found. In his palm rested an oval piece of cartage that had bright pink enamel on one side. Kir’s inner eyelid blinked as realization dawned. His gaze swiftly searched the sheet covered form of his sleeping female mate. His sharp gaze spied her slender hand, barely visible where it was partly tucked under the head cushion. Gracing her finger tips were dainty, curved black claws.

He chirped low and urgent and Salek quickly appeared from the adjoining chamber. Leaving the slumbering Sam in Salek’s care, Kir rushed to the main chamber to retrieve the medical scanner. As he searched the storage compartment, he winced as he heard a shrill scream. Sam had awaken and no doubt noticed the changes her body had undergone, Kir guessed, as he gathered up the needed equipment and returned to his now distraught mate’s side.

To be continued
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