Trinket

The sun had set a few hours ago, the slum that was District 9 was dark, only a few fires dotted here and there still providing any light. Little CJ had long sense curled up upon the ratty sofa cushion he called his bed and was dead asleep. Christopher had remained up for a few more hours after tucking his son in with a badly stained (but still surprisingly soft ) bath towel, quietly typing up a good sized post for his ‘secret’ blog. He didn’t seem to mind blogging in front of Wikus himself, after all, it’s not like the guy could rat him out to anyone… Soon enough he too was off to bed, clicking a quiet, “Good night…” at the half transformed man for politeness sake.

Wikus only murmured in return, not really paying much attention, all his concentration upon his work. It was no secret to his old human friends that Wikus was an artist at heart, a rather xenophobic artist, but an artist nonetheless. It was pretty well known that he would happily craft many pretty little trinkets for his beautiful wife whenever he had the free time, taking great joy in the lovely smiles his Tania would offer in return for his gifts. Now a days, he had a lot of free time… Unfortunately, he hadn’t been able to find an artistic outlet for his frustrations for a while for several reasons. One was lack of materials, after all, one did not find clay or papier-mâché lying around the junk piles of D9… The second was the fact that he had been in so much pain recently that his hands shook too badly to work. Recently, as spikes tore through the flesh of his shoulder, back and around his collar bone the nerves of his human flesh seemed to be dying off, the pain lessening. Lucky him, his legs were starting to ache instead… Still, he thanked God for at least a rest from the horrific pain he was in, gladly taking an annoying ache at every step in it’s place.

Thanks to his change in condition, he had been venturing out to see what he could find that might be at least somewhat useful. There was junk everywhere and people threw away all sorts of things! There had to be something… CJ had even joined in helping him search and he had been surprisingly helpful in retrieving colorful beads and fake jewels. Sure it came with it’s share of ‘pretty’ buttons and shiny rocks, but at least half the stuff the little shrimp brought back was actually useful and the other half could probably be too, with a little creativity. Predictably, when CJ found out what Wikus wanted all this random stuff for he wouldn’t stop pestering the man till he explained… And so the art lessons began, but that’s another story for another time…
At present, he was finishing up the last touches on a small broach he had been working on when there was nothing else to do. It had been made with flattened out aluminum foil, a safety pin, and a few fake gem stones. It was more or less shaped like a painter’s pallet, the little gems replacing the paints. He had even gone through the trouble of carefully etching in lovely patterns into the foil. He smiled down at his work affectionately, placing a tiny drop of what little glue they had managed to find ( that hadn’t frozen itself solid inside of it’s own bottle ) within the little dip he had made. With fingers that trembled only slightly, he fitted the final peace into place, a deep pink gem. Sure it wasn’t real, but it didn’t need to be, not for what he was trying for. All he wanted was to let his beloved know that he was still alive, not to mention he missed her more than anything else in the world as well as how much he loved her. He blinked away the tears that started to well up thanks to his current train of thought and was thankful that no one was around to see. He sighed happily as he waited for the glue to dry properly before placing it in his shirt pocket and slipping out as quietly as the squeaky door would allow. Off into the night he went, traveling as quickly as he could without risk of tiring himself out too quickly. Soon enough he was at the perimeter fence and sneaking out under it, making his way as quickly as he could to his house where he knew his beloved would be fast asleep.

It took a couple of hours but he arrived, smiling to himself as he approached the house. He hadn’t been seen and now he was here! So close to his wonderful wife, yet he couldn’t bear to let her see him. He’d just leave the present in her mail box all the way in the back, surely she would find it. Before venturing so far out into the open however, he wanted to at least glimpse her sleeping. It was past midnight so she was sure to be… In… Bed..? He blinked, frowning softly as he came around the side of the house to where their bedroom was. Who’s car was that…? He came closer, very much confused. There was her car, but… Someone else’s was there too. Perhaps she was so saddened by his absence that she had invited a friend over for the night to comfort her? Surely that had to be it. He nodded slightly to himself before once again coming over to their bedroom window. It was pretty dark inside, but not as dark as it should have been. Did she forget to turn off the bathroom light or something?
He slowly peeked into the dimly lit room careful so as not to be seen only to freeze. His eyes widened at the sight inside, the familiar moans of his angelic wife just reaching his ears as she was taken by an unfamiliar devil. He turned, back pressed against the wall only for his aching legs to demand a rest, slowly sliding down onto the damp grass. No… This couldn’t be happening… He was a wonderful, dotting husband… She would never betray him like this! They loved each other! They… Sh-She… She loved him… She… She was… Oh God… She had been the only thing he had, had left… All his friends were gone, he couldn’t come back to his home, he had no job and the only reason he was surviving as well as he was, was because of some fokken creature that had taken him in out of necessity! She was all he had! Knowing she still loved and missed him was the only thing that kept him going through all this Hell and now he had found her fokken some guy he didn’t even know!! Eyes slowly squeezed shut as angry tears demanded to be set free, but were forbidden the privilege. He needed to get out of here… With that final thought he ran, far faster then was wise, back to the slums he now called home.

A cry of pain echoed out as Wikus squeezed under the fence, the chain-link claiming some of his shedding flesh as well as bits of his shirt as payment for reentering the District. “Fokk…” He half growled once he was free of the fence, bolting towards Christopher’s shack. He burst in through the door and shut it as quickly and quietly as he could, surprising himself as he realized the caution was for little CJ’s sake. Wouldn’t want to wake him with something like this… Not to mention he really didn’t want to explain himself to the tiny prawn… No… He wasn’t in the mood to deal with the curious cricket at the moment… He wobbled over to the makeshift bed they had kindly helped him put together, shedding his blood stained shirt along the way and dropping it onto the floor next to his bed. Flopping onto his stomach with a pained whimper, a string of curses left the man then, muffling the harsh but hushed words within the crook of his still human arm.

So caught up in himself and his own inner pain that the cool wet rag that gently touched his back was enough to make him jump up and nearly slam into the wall his bed was pressed up against. There was Christopher, now looking very startled, one three clawed hand gripping the half-man’s waist while the other latched onto his prawn arm to keep him from hitting the wall. The wet rag he had been holding had been dropped and caught in mid-air by both of his smaller limbs, holding it close to his chest.

“Relax… It’s me… What happened to you…?” Clicked the green tinted prawn as he slowly tried to pull the man back down and settle him. “You’re hurt. Where did you go?” He continued, releasing the man once he had sat back down and taking up dabbing away the fresh blood, rinsing in an old bent pot of relatively clean water only to repeat.
Slowly Wikus calmed and settled once again as his friend urged him. Friend? Well… It’s not like he had much else in the world… The half-human looked in pitiful shape, strange as he had looked so good earlier… “My wife…” He murmured, already battling against the surge of emotions trapped within him. “She… I went to go visit ‘er… I… She was… Fokk… She was with someone else…” His voice broke badly as he went on, looking away as he finally said it. Saying it made it all so real…

Now it was out in the open and Chris understood… Sort of. So he had been working on that little trinket for his mate. That made sense. Then he went to leave it for his mate to find. Dangerous, but understandable. Now he’s back here, looking like he could will himself to death because he found her with someone else. What was so bad about her being with someone else? Wikus wasn’t /that/ defensive of her, was he? “I… Don’t think I’m understanding this right… You’re upset because she was with someone else?” He clicked quietly, leaving the rag in the pot of now bloodied water and gently pushing it aside with his foot. He would dump it in a little bit.

“Of course I’m fokken upset!” He all but hissed so as to keep his voice down. “Wouldn’t you be?!”

“We’re not that over protective of our mates…” Countered the green alien, maxillary palp* fidgeting over his facial tendrils.

“So if someone was fokken around with your mate behind your back, ya wouldn’ care?!” He snapped harshly, leaning forward slightly, just to get up in the prawn’s face. He needed an outlet of some kind and Christopher was as good an outlet as any.

Realization struck the outlander hard as the innuendo was finally explained. “Now I understand what you mean…” He clacked, nodding slightly. “I would be upset if I didn’t know about it.” He agreed, feeling a little guilty about the mix up.

“I thought s---Wait… If you didn’t know?” Wikus was so startled by what the words suggested that he forgot his anger for a moment.

“We’re a very different culture…” Clicked the outlander, with as much patience as he could muster in that moment.
The half-man shook his head to clear the thought away, he really couldn’t handle any new information today… He’d ask later if he remembered. “Look… I don’t care about your stupid fokken customs alright…? I jus’… She’s all I had… Now I’m all alone…” He muttered, slumping a once again as he allowed the anger to wash away into depression.
“I’m here…” Came Chris’ quiet clicks, carrying more sympathy then the man before him probably deserved. Still, for some reason that was beyond his own understanding, he couldn’t help feel sorry for him.

Wikus blinked, staring for a moment. The prawn before him quietly met his gaze, waiting patiently for rejection or quiet acceptance that there was nothing better to be offered. What he got was something completely unexpected. The half-man suddenly leaned forward and wrapped his mismatching arms around Christopher’s neck, narrowly missing the spikes that ran along the alien’s shoulder. After a moment of hesitance, the outlander wrapped his own arms loosely around the smaller half-human. Wikus had never hugged him before… Hell he had been reluctant to come near him, let alone touch him…

“Um…” He clicked a little uncomfortably before falling silent. This wasn’t so bad, it was kind of nice actually… He hadn’t gotten the chance to cuddle another adult outlander sense Paul was… No… He wasn’t going to think about that. If the man was looking to him, he was willing to comfort. Without another click he slowly shifted himself up and into the man’s bed, settling his back to the wall before pulling him as close as he could manage, one haunched leg on either side of his distraught friend.

Wikus meanwhile was surprised the prawn was getting comfortable and tensed when he realize he had somehow gotten himself in a situation where he was between the green tinted prawn’s legs and half laying on top of him what’s more… He didn’t know how comfortable he felt with this. Strangely, he didn’t feel the urge to pull away as he might once have. The clawed hands at his back slowly started to rub, thankfully staying clear of the still somewhat painful mess around his shoulder. “That feels… Nice…” He muttered as he allowed himself to enjoy the touch. It felt very different, that was for sure… The palm didn’t seem to have plates or scales, consisting of flesh, like many of the other parts that peeked out from under the hard carapace that covered all prawn. They were well armored, but it seemed that there were still many vulnerable areas. Pushing that thought out of his head, the hybrid sighed and tried to simply empty his mind and just feel. He really didn’t want to think about anything right now…

Christopher lay there, stroking Wikus like he was some kind of giant cat, paying very close attention to his breathing and body language. He seemed to be relaxing finally, that was good. The somewhat limp body laying upon him shifted slightly to get more comfortable, one of his smaller arms reaching out from his chest to rest at the other’s back bellow where the spikes started to sprout while the other came to settle at the man’s side. This earned him a quiet chuckle and another shift that brought the half-prawn up closer and away from the offending little claws. A confused click came from the outlander as he looked down at him. What had just happened?

Wikus looked away, refusing to blush. “Um… Human skin can be a little sensitive… If you touch the right places, some people laugh…” He grumbled reluctantly, refusing to look at the other.

Chris cocked his head to the side. What a strange reaction to being touched… Seems the guy is rather embarrassed about the fact as well. For the sake of making him comfortable again, he offered a little tidbit about his own race. “Our skin is sensitive too, if you can reach it.”

The half-man finally looked over, a little startled by the information. He didn’t know that… Now he was curious… On the bright side, his mind had been completely distracted from what plagued him. “Really…?” He asked curiously reaching out to lightly brush the tips of his nail-less fingers along Christopher’s exposed side, just between the plating there. Sure enough it drew a shiver from the greenish prawn slouching bellow him. The corner of his lip gave a little twitch, the slightest indication of a smirk. His human hand was brought back up to sneak a touch between two plates that protected the soft flesh of Chris’ neck. This earned him a quite, involuntary purr along with a somewhat uncomfortable look.

“U-um… What are y-you… Uh… Doing…?” Stuttered the outlander, adding couple clicks too many to a word or two. The answer he got, if you could even call it that, came in the form of a prawn hand coming to rest on his shoulder only to shove him with just enough force to make him flop over on the bed with a startled squawk. He shifted himself so he was propped up on his elbows glaring lightly at the transforming human. “What was that f… fo… Um…” He didn’t get to finish his sentence as Wikus reached out and ran both hand’s flat along the other’s plated stomach.

What was he doing? Exploring of course! Anything to keep his mind off his problems at the moment and comparing the difference between what he felt with his human hand and his prawn equivalent was enough for now. Fingers and claws alike ran over hard plating and dipped between each one when it found a nook, brushing along the soft skin underneath. There did seem to be a difference, but it was slight. He felt about the same using either hand, but the only difference seemed to be that one hand had claws that he could use to lightly scratch while the other didn’t have anything at all, having lost his finger nails a while ago.

“W-wait… This isn’t such a… Nng…” Warned the prawn, or… Tried at least. No one had touched him sense Paul… No, he shouldn’t think about that now, the thoughts stopped for a second time. Pleasure didn’t come often here( unless you hired a prostitute, which he was not in the habit of doing ) and he really shouldn’t be complaining, but… He just wasn’t sure how Wikus would react to where this was very likely to go…

The mutating man’s smirk grew wider at the other’s protests, but notable lack of actual resistance. He wondered what else he could get away with. He’d never actually given himself the chance to get to know the ins and outs of these alien creatures other then what little exploration he dared on himself. This was not a chance he should allow himself to miss. Oh… He wondered what would happen if he… As he thought of it, he reached up with a human hand while the prawn one rested on the other’s plated chest, taking one of Chris’ thick antenna between his fingers, slowly running up the length of it.

The green tinted outlander purred deep in his throat, eyes slipping shut as he shuddered visibly. It’s true that their skin was sensitive, but there were a few places that were particularly nerve-filled and their antenna was definitely one of them or four as the case may be. They used the four of them for all sorts of things… Smelling, picking up vibrations, feeling and even communication with loved ones. Head petting so your antenna was gently pressed down along your head and neck was a sign of deep affection, but stroking like this was far more intense and generally reserved for only lovers… “W-wait… I… You shouldn’t… Mm… You should o-only do that t-to y-ah!” The outlander tried once again, the irony being he rested a clawed hand on the other’s still human shoulder, pulling him a little closer as he was stroked again. It wasn’t hard to tell Wikus was simply experimenting to keep his mind off things so Christopher would be as helpful as possible, but… He really shouldn’t be doing that! Not that he was doing a very good job of stopping it…

Wikus was more than amused by the influence he was having over his prawn friend, the whole bit feeding his ego. Heh… Almost sounds like he’s… Before he could finish that thought an out of place wet sound caught his attention. What the Hell? And so the half-prawn shifted up and looked down, eyes widening. There was a very distinctive tent in Christopher’s ripped up shorts and it didn’t take a genius to realize what he had just done. He quickly scrambled back, lost his balance and fell with a small bounce on his ass, one of Chris’ feet still on either side of him. “W… Why didn’t you fokken say anything, ashewo*?!” The man all but yelped, openly staring.

“Shhh! You’ll wake my son! And I tried to warn you, but you wouldn’t give me a chance to… Did you just call me a prostitute?!” Christopher clicked irritably, shifting in a feeble attempt to get comfortable despite the insistent throb in his shorts. He clicked in annoyance as he reached down to unfasten his leather belt.

“And what if I did, you slut!” He snapped back, quieter this time. He tensed as the prawn went for his belt, “What do you think you’re doing?!” He hissed, just noticing the growing tightness in his own pants. Oh, no… This couldn’t be happening… Not on top of all that had happened…

“I’m just loosening it… And stop calling me that!” Christopher retorted in his clicky-clacky language, the sound sharper in his aggravation. He paused, as he pulled the belt free. His antenna swiveled in the air picking up a rather unexpected scent, eyes narrowing in amusement. “You’re enjoying this…”

“Am not!” Snapped the transforming man.

“Really…?” Clicked the outlander in amusement, large eyes turning down to look at the growing bulge in the other’s pants. “Giaman*.” He baited, sounding that much more amused.

“I am not a liar!” And so the very reaction the prawn had been hoping for came, Wikus leaned forward on his hands, coming that much closer only to wince as he rubbed up against the inside of his pants.

“Giamanman*.” The outlander clicked pleasantly. Bringing his arms up to use them both as a pillow, the smaller arms at the base of his ribs dropping the belt off the side of the bed before reaching down to give his own plated belly a scritch. The man glared at him, he just looked back at him, sweet as can be.

The glare that Wikus was shooting at the very amused prawn before him slowly traveled down to pause at the very thing that had made the whole situation awkward. He looked a little further down to note that as he had been sleeping, Chris had removed the rope he used to keep the short’s legs where they should be so they hung loosely now. Another moment of hesitation before speaking. “I want to see…”

“What?” That caught the green outlander off guard.

“I want to see. I’ve seen diagrams and caught glimpses, but…” He muttered sounding a little embarrassed. “I want to fokken see, alright?” Christopher stared at him for a moment before planting his feet better and lifting his hips, silently granting permission. This earned another glare from Wikus. “Oh come on!”

“You wanted to see right? So go see.” He wasn’t about to get blamed for the ex-human’s curiosity. Sure enough, miss-matched hands reached out and took up the hem of his pants, pulling them down and off, Chris at least kind enough to kick them carefully off himself before settling back down with his legs conveniently spread for a better look.

With a measure of hesitance, Wikus leaned in closer for his look. It looked weird to him to say the least. The gist is still the same, a shaft with a slightly thicker head topping it, but… It looked more pointed and the ridges more defined just behind the head, the whole of it having come from a vertical slit that had opened up with the shifting of a couple of the crotch plates… Not that he had ever taken that close of a look at another male penis before of course… Pushing the awkwardness that was college back out of his mind he also noticed that Chris sported no testis, but knew from diagrams that those were kept inside. In it’s place there was the more or less familiar sight of the bursa copulatrix*, but the colors were all wrong… To be fair the aedeagus* was the same off color, the same dark blackish pink the rest of the prawn’s skin seemed to be. Alright so he’d had a look, but… Without asking that human hand was back, a finger lightly running the whole length of it from the tip all the way down the shaft and beyond, even dipping slightly inside and grimacing at the blackish slime that coated the tip of his finger. These creatures where indeed disgusting…

The outlander gurgled awkwardly, not having expected the transforming human to be so daring, defiantly not going to complain though. Now that he thought about it… “Hey… I want to see you… It’s only fair…” He added in hopes of getting some leverage. He didn’t think it would work, but…

“Lai lai*…” Grumbled the man, just as the prawn had guessed. Curiosity got the better of him and he slipped two fingers as deep as he could into the prawn, only to pull them out and look at the black viscous liquid there. “Why is it black…?” He muttered.

“Why is yours white?” Countered the mildly annoyed outlander. He sat himself up on his elbows looking rather disgruntled. “Do you mind… I didn’t tell you, you could do that… I’m not just going to lay here while you just have your way, you know…” He added with a huff.

Now what was unexpected was for Wikus to be so caught up in it all that he would unfasten his pants then promptly strip them off to add onto the growing pile on the floor. So much for refusing to show himself. How quickly this fickle man changes his mind… With that he settled himself into a lounging sit and spread his legs invitingly. “Susuim*…” Came the single term, a smirk pulling at his lips.

Christopher stared, unable to believe what he was seeing… Had Wikus just given him a command…? It had been such a long time sense another outlander had told him what to do… Paul had been rather dim witted so orders never came from him, instead he usually just did what came to mind or what Chris told him he should. The last actual order he had ever gotten was from the Queen before she passed away... It was true that Wikus wasn’t technically an outlander like himself yet, but somehow, he was still compelled, the familiarity of being guided a welcome comfort.

The hesitation left behind he pushed himself up into a crouching position only to crouch down further, almost like a cat on all fours. Wikus had almost forgotten that they were comfortable enough in such positions to even run on all fours every now and again. He shouldn’t be thinking on such things however as he realized he’d just enticed a very large very carnivorous insect to suck him off… This could end VERY badly… Maybe he should take it back… He didn’t get the chance however.

Warm tentacles reached out to slip around the head of the half-human’s cock to pull it closer for him, opening his mouth to allow his long galeae* to slither out and brush up against the other’s length. Chris took in the initial gasp and follow up shudder with a measure of pride, the tentacles pulling the other in close enough for his galeae* to wrap around and pull him into his mouth. And so he began to do what he was ordered to do in the first place. Suck.

Wikus resisted the urge to bite his lower lip, not having very much luck with what was left of his teeth and not wanting to risk losing any more. His human hand fisted his ratty sheet as Chris not only started to suckle harder, but leaned in to take all of him in that warm wet mouth. It wasn’t too much of a feat considering how much larger full blown prawn where, but this wasn’t exactly on his mind at the moment. He could feel the other’s tentacles lazily rubbing up against him as well as a maxillary palp* reaching out to lightly scratch a little ways to the right of the tentacles, pulling another shiver from the mutating man. He was having issues keeping himself from moaning, but so far so good. Couldn’t let the creature know it feels that good right? He flinched slightly as the longer of Chris’ antenna reached out to lightly ghost along his chest, the smaller two settling for his stomach. Luckily as relaxed as he was, he didn’t feel /that/ ticklish, but still… Just in case, his prawn hand came in to play, gently running from Christopher’s vertex* down to his notum*, all four antenna pushed back and down.

Then the purring started…

Apparently Chris was very much enjoying the petting he was getting and Wikus couldn’t stop the low moan that forced it’s way out of his throat. This couldn’t continue… If it did, he wouldn’t last very long! His ego at stake, Wikus wriggled a little, both hands coming up to push the giant insect off of him. “S-stop…” He panted, closing his eyes to try and calm himself. “Not like this…”

The outlander backed off with a rather wet slurp, sitting up a little. Not like what? He looked at the half-human curiously, waiting to see what would happen next. Wait… Was he really waiting for his next order? Apparently so. Hm. He made a mental note not to make a habit of this, but allowed himself to indulge for the time being.

“Lay back.” Came the next somewhat panted order, however didn’t wait for the response. His prawn hand came up only to shove Christopher in the chest to make /sure/ he laid back… That smirk returned as the creature only glared at him, but remained where he lay and didn’t protest aloud. A submissive Christopher… He could get used to this… “Spread your legs…” And sure enough he was obliged, allowing him to crawl up between them, on hand coming to rest next to Christopher’s hip while the other human hand came back to grip his cock, positioning it.

Realization struck the green outlander too late and next thing he knew he was trying to stifle a rattling moan that escaped his throat. Bastard pushed in all the way in one go too… It stung only slightly however so he didn’t complain. “I doubt your transformed far enough… But if I get pregnant… I am going to kill you and use your flesh to feed the baby are we clear…?” He growled, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“Sarap*,” Wikus was very pleased when the prawn sure enough didn’t talk back. So he leaned his weight on both hands, starting to thrust in and out of the other without pause, but at a slower pace. He murmured contently, enjoying the warm wet that was Chris and pointedly trying not to compare it to his cheating wife. This wasn’t his wife. This was Christopher. Why did that make him feel better…? Pushing the thought out of his mind, he started to move faster, encouraged by the rumbling purr he could hear coming from his bed partner. An urge hit him and before he could stop it he was laying flush against the creature, just so he could feel the vibration through Chris’ chest. The pace quickened and grew rougher, the mutating man feeling that much warmer as not only a small set of arms wrapped around him, but a larger one wrapped around his shoulders while the last available limb chose to run it’s clawed fingers through his thinning hair. A trembling hand reached up and hooked onto a spike on Chris’ genae*, pulling so he was forced to hunch until their forehead’s touched. “Christopher…” He paused for a short moment to make sure their eyes were locked and he had the prawn’s full attention. “Don’t… Don’t leave me…” he panted, hand spreading out and moving up to rest high upon his notum* just behind the green prawn’s head.

The outlander frowned slightly, feeling guilty. He had already explained that he intended to leave the planet as soon as they got the fluid back… He still hadn’t mentioned his estimate on how long it would take and didn’t intend to at least until they had gotten it back. “I will come back…” He offered instead, his words ringing more true than they should have. He already intended on coming back as he was set on keeping his promise of reverting Wikus.

“Promise…” Came the quiet word, half panted and full of desperation.
Poor Wikus didn’t realize how angry he was going to be at the outlander later, but let him enjoy it for now. A single tentacle came up to brush along the man’s lower lip as he clicked his reply as evenly as he could through the thick fog of pleasure he found himself in. “I promise… I’ll come back…” He managed, shuddering as a warm pink tongue peeked out to brush up against his wandering tentacle.

“Good…”

And with that single word from his bed mate, Chris found his tentacle getting sucking into that wicked mouth, eyes slipping shut as he let out another rattling moan. Damn it! He used those to feel too!! Ugh! Why must this blasted human find all the nerve riddled parts?! The green tinted outlander didn’t last much longer after that, shuddering as he came onto the half-prawn’s stomach as well as around the member buried deep inside him.

The half-human moaned around the tentacle that had taken to playing with his tongue, feeling the warm wet splatter upon his stomach as well as the tightness that suddenly gripped him. Only a few more erratic thrusts and he followed suit, filling the other with everything he had before flopping down bonelessly upon his alien partner.

There they lay, both panting for air and sated for the time. Christopher’s mind started to wander a little settling on a subject he probably shouldn’t touch. Still… He dared… “Hey… Where’s that thing you made…?”

Wikus tensed up noticeably at the question, glumly answering. “In my shirt pocket…”

Chris pulled the shirt over with a clawed toe, passing it to a small hand only for it to be traded off to a larger hand so the smaller could reach into the pocket. Once he had it, the shirt was dropped, the trinket passed to a main hand and the smaller resting upon the half-prawn’s shoulder. He looked at it carefully before quietly clicking. “It’s very pretty… A lot of detail went into it. Can I… Keep it? So I have something of yours while I’m gone…?” He added, feeling a little sheepish at how much sincerity was in his words. The man laying on him nodded slightly, stunned, but looking rather pleased. “Thanks…” He clicked as he slipped the little gift into his vest pocket, patting it affectionately. “We should… Clean up…” The man murmured wordlessly, already starting to drift off to sleep. ‘You have got to be kidding me…’ The green outlander sighed as he gently lay the man onto the sorry excuse for a bed, shuddering as this forced him to pull out. With a good amount of reluctance, he picked up his things as well as the pot of bloodied water, wandering into the kitchen. Once he was washed and dressed he came back with the now cleanish wet rag, gently scrubbed the half-prawn clean despite some sleepy whining and wiggling from the cool water before throwing the rag back into the kitchen, hearing it just barely make it into the sink with satisfaction. Slipping on the man’s pants he tucked him in as he would his own son. Last thing he needed was CJ waking up before them and traumatizing himself or something. Everything back in order he went back to his own bed, but not before pausing half way there to look back at the now sleeping mutating human. He hoped beyond hope that Wikus didn’t hate him at the end of all this… With a saddened sigh, he climbed into bed, drifting off into a sleep more pleasant than any had, had in far longer than he cared to think about…

~Fin!
A/N: And so I finish my first fanfiction! Please let me know what you think of it and do be constructive. This was originally posted on plus4chan, though I have edited it a bit as it needed a little fixing up here and there. Now… For the translations!

*Maxillary palp – The mouth parts on crickets and grasshoppers found on the upper ‘lip’ designed not for chewing but to act as teeny limbs that help pull food into the mouth. In a prawn’s case it’s those little mouth part on either side of it’s tentacles also located on the upper ‘lip’.

*Ashewo – Nigerian slang for slut or whore.

*Gaiman – Nigerian slang for ‘liar’.

*Gaimanman – Nigerian slang, also meaning ‘liar’.

*Bursa copulatrix – The insect equivalent to the vagina.

*Aedeagus – The insect equivalent to a penis.

*Lai lai – Nigerian slang for ‘not in a million years’.

*Susuim – Nigerian slang for ‘suck’.

*Galeae – The mouth part on a butterfly that it uses to lap up nectar, basically an insect tongue that can be used as a straw to suck up liquids.

*Vertex – The area just behind the compound eyes and encompassing the ‘dorsal’ or top of the head. This would be the area from a prawn’s eye ridges and the top of his head.

*Notum – The dorsal surface of a thoracic segment. This would be the back of a prawn’s neck. This could also be used to describe the upper and lower back segments individually.

*Sarap – Nigerian slang for ‘shut up’.

*Genae – The side of an insect’s head in the ‘cheek’ area.