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  Darling relaxed its channel around him and he wrapped his arms around its little body to hold it close, but was taken by surprise when it leaned over him, kissed his neck, and then bit in hard, drawing blood. It licked its lips and smiled down at him again, then pulled off of him as his cock softened, and rolled him over on his stomach.

  It pulled him up onto his hands and knees, and after that rough fucking he half expected it to mount him from behind, so he was startled when it came around in front of him instead and knelt to offer him its penis to suck. It had grown into a lovely clean thick penis, throbbing blue, just the right size to be sucked on. Before he even thought about it he had half the length of it in his mouth, but then he was startled by long fingers stroking down his crease.

  He jerked in surprise, but Darling moved in closer and straddled his head, its hands and knees trapping him in place, as though he would have tried to escape anyway. It purred again, and pushed its hips forward, the sweet little penis not so little anymore and filling his mouth. The fingers digging into his crease and exploring his hole really were Darling’s, he realized with shock. The flexible little creature had wrapped its arms right around behind him and its fingers were sinking into his crease, pulling him forward.

  Darling smiled and purred, its eyes happily shut again, and fucked his face energetically while its hands grabbed his ass and pulled him forward onto that sweet cock. Every pull forward, every thrust of its hips drove that growing length into the back of his throat. He choked at first and then learned to take it deep because he had no choice, breathing through his nose, trying not to gag, wanting to take it all in, wanting to have this now even if he died tomorrow.

  One of Darling long fingers pushed into his hole and probed, found his prostrate, and he jerked and climaxed a second time just as Darling released into his willing throat. He swallowed and swallowed, wanting to take it all, far more of the sweet cum now than the sweet little spurts of Darling’s first orgasms. When his little Darling was finally quiet and still against his face Zack sat back, that finger still pleasurably up his ass, and licked the last of Darling’s blue cum off his lips.

  He smiled up at his sweet one and hummed, and Darling purred back. In that moment, they were as happy as two lost creatures could be.

  Chapter 4.

  Their plan was simple, as were the best kinds of plans. Darling seemed to be able to tell when the door was about to open, so next time a tray was delivered Zack would jam the tray in the door so it couldn’t close, force the door open and over-power the big alien, and then they would find the cockpit and go home. Darling’s home, anyway.

  Zack didn’t expect it to go quite that smoothly, and his secret plan was even simpler. The big alien had to die, even if Zack died too. Darling knew how to get home, and would. Everyone – which is to say Darling – would live happily ever after.

  The door opened, Zack shoved the tray back into it and put his shoulder to the door, and then all hell broke loose. Searing pain cut through his shoulder, and alarms sounded. That confused Zack for a moment. Why would a ship with only one occupant have an alarm system? Darling screamed and covered its ears, curling up against Zack’s body, getting in his way.

  Zack pushed Darling away and tackled the big alien, wrestling with it for the weapon it had in its hand, trying to immobilize it, and had almost succeeded when he heard heavy footsteps running down the dark hall towards them. Desperation lent him strength, and he pointed the weapon in the direction of whatever was coming at them and fired. Fortunately weapon design didn’t vary too much across the universe, and the second big alien screamed and fell.

  Darling. Where was Darling? He couldn’t see in the darkness, but Darling must be able to. Just as he was about ready to panic a little hand gripped his, and a familiar head tucked into his chest. He pulled himself up so that he was sitting, leaning against the side of the hall, and tried to assess his injuries. He didn’t have any feeling in one side, and one arm appeared to have been sliced open. Not good. He tried to project calm and happiness to Darling, but all he got back was confusion.

  That was when he learned that Darling could not, perhaps, count. All the little creature had ever seen at once was one big alien, therefore there was only one big alien. Darling was almost hysterical, blaming itself for getting Zack hurt. In full panic mode, it couldn’t project any useful images. Zack had been counting on his little friend to get them to the cockpit and out of here, now they were losing valuable time and who knew how many other alien creatures were headed their way?

  He forced himself to take deep calming breaths, and moved Darling’s head towards his uninjured side, where it unerringly latched onto a nipple. When it seemed to be calmer he tried to get thoughts through to it of the cockpit and their need to get there, soon. He tried to block the thought of ‘while I’m still alive’.

  Darling must have picked up some of the urgency, because it ran its hand over his chest and barely stifled a shriek when it felt his bloody wound. He tried not to faint, and concentrated on images of the cockpit. ‘Good little friend, sweet lover, we will go to the cockpit now.’ It seemed to understand, and he pulled himself to his feet and let Darling take the lead.

  They held hands as they shuffled down the hall, him using the wall to hold himself up, hoping that the weapon still had charges left in it. He was also hoping that there would be no more big aliens, but he had a nasty feeling there would be at least one where they were headed. Bad luck always came in threes. The one little creature beside him was about all he was going to be able to handle right now.

  Darling led them up and down halls until he was thoroughly confused, but then came to a stop in front of another door. It looked up at him, and then at the door. It climbed up his body, careful of his wounds, and gave him a gentle kiss on the mouth. Then it climbed down again and held its hand over a panel beside the door, looking at him and waiting.

  He motioned it to stay out of the line of fire, tried to get his own larger body flat against the wall on the other side of the door, then nodded at it. It touched the panel, the door slid open, and a round of something lit up the doorway and exploded behind them. He hated it when he was right. He fired in the direction of the shooter, and then flattened against the wall again, motioning for Darling to stay put. Its whole body shook, but it stayed.

  He waited, with the patience of a hunter. He who moves first dies first. Finally there was some movement inside the cockpit, and he tracked the motion by sound, and then stepped into the doorway, firing. Something large and heavy hit the floor, and then there was silence again. Leaning against the doorframe for balance, knowing he was running out of time, he swept the room with his weapon ready, but there were no more of whatever they were fighting. He just hoped that no vital ship’s instruments had been hit in the exchange.

  Darling half pulled, half dragged him towards something that may have been a chair, and then sat itself down at the one next to it, staring at the panels in front of it like a child with a new game. It hit a few panels, seemingly at random, and he stared at it in disbelief. Seriously? It managed a smile in his direction, then went back to touching panels and buttons. Maybe Darling’s people would send someone for it, if it could get a distress signal out. He passed out, hoping that at least Darling would be alright.

  When he woke up, the ship seemed to be motionless, and Darling was tugging on his arm. He felt the air pressure change as an exterior door was opened, and could only follow his little friend blindly through hallways again, fighting to stay upright. They found the airlock, and Darling smiled up at him and hit the control panel next to that door.

  If Zack hadn’t been ready to fall over already, the sight in front of him would have done it.

  Their ship was surrounded by what looked like a ceremonial guard. No-one wore uniforms that fancy to fight in. They had left a half-circle open in front of the ship’s ramp, and mid-center in that was a taller version of Darling. Zack knew rank when he saw it, and glared suspiciously down at his little
friend. Darling did the small alien version of a shrug, then charged down the ramp, across the clearing and leapt into the tall creature’s arms.

  Zack made it just past the bottom of the ramp, and that was as far as he could go. His knees were giving out anyway, and he dropped to them with his head bent. He wasn’t sure how one was supposed to greet royalty on this planet. He hadn’t got that memo, and this was going to have to do.

  Two of the guards moved forward and hauled him to his feet, and he wondered if this was where he got taken away and shot for kidnapping the crown prince or the king’s consort or whatever Darling was. They had only made it a few steps before there was a commotion behind them on the ship. One of the big aliens staggered down the ramp, weapon aimed directly at Darling and the tall creature who was holding him. Zack had got the memo on this part of it. He lunged between the shooter and the intended victims.

  Chapter 5.

  When Zack regained consciousness this time the bed was considerably more comfortable. If a tired old soldier had been able to picture a paradise, it would have looked a lot like this. A soft bed, silky sheets, a table loaded with food and beverages, a window open to fresh breezes and the distant sight of green trees. It only lacked one thing to be perfect, and that thing bounced in through the door and onto the bed, wrapping itself around him and purring wildly.

  He hugged it and hummed at it, then looked up as the larger version – D2? – followed more sedately along behind his Darling. D2 smiled and purred as well, though, so he began to relax. He didn’t hurt anywhere, he realized, and carefully examined that part of his body that was above the sheets. There were a few more healed wounds than what he remembered from before, but no fresh ones. D2 shrugged, in what was apparently a universal gesture.

  Darling latched onto Zack’s nipple and sucked happily, although not as hungrily as it had in the past. It looked larger, happy and well fed, so it must have other sources of nourishment now. Darling moved from one nipple to the other, and then apparently satisfied with the ritual, sat on his chest and flooded him with images.

  Zack was getting better at this part, he thought, or maybe having D2 present added a calming influence that helped to stabilize the mental imagery. Darling had indeed managed to contact his home planet, they had sent him a beam to follow home, the bad guy had tried to kill them after they landed but Zack had saved them, again. Zack had been very sick but he was alright now. Zack got the feeling that he was a hero.

  Then Darling pulled the sheets aside, moved down his body, and proceeded to give him a very sweet blow job, while purring ecstatically. Zack’s usual physical reaction to being nursed on had not gone unnoticed by his little friend, and now his little friend’s father or lover, whatever D2 was, was going to take him out and shoot him, or whatever they did here.

  Instead of which, D2 purred as well, and climbed into the big bed with them, cradling both of them in its strong arms. Zack gave up on trying to figure anything out and went back to sleep, still tired but feeling safer than he had in a long time.

  The next time he woke up, the three of them were curled up together, and he was feeling a lot stronger. D2’s large and muscular chest was right under his head, and he had to fight back an urge to nurse. D2 smiled down at him, and guided his mouth to a nipple, and he succumbed.

  No wonder his little Darling was always purring – he felt like purring himself, and had to check to make sure he wasn’t turning blue. He wasn’t, but he was enjoying how good that nipple felt between his lips, the vaguely almond-flavoured sweetness of the milky nourishment, and the soft caress of D2’s hand against the back of his head. He looked up to see Darling attached to the other nipple, and they smiled at each other as they suckled.

  Then Zack looked down between D2 legs, and almost choked. D2 was sporting an enormous erection. But why did this surprise him? Darling trailed one of its little hands down to take a gentle grasp of it, and Zack hesitantly did the same. When in Rome? How far was he willing to take this? He couldn’t think of a reason to stop, though, and nursed until he was full, then fell asleep again, still holding onto D2’s thick cock for comfort.

  He woke up alone and crying out from a nightmare, and Darling was at his side in an instant. It was Darling’s turn to distract him, and it did a very good job. He was so distracted that he didn’t realize D2 had joined them until a large hand teased up between his legs and probed at his hole with one long finger. D2 nuzzled at his neck and probed his hole again, then looked at Darling with apparent puzzlement. Oh yeah, Darling was self-lubing. Was Zack supposed to be as well? He tensed, wondering if paradise was about to come to a painful end.

  Darling seemed to think that the Owner’s Guide to Zack was in order. He purred at D2, pulsing in happy colors, and moved up to sit on Zack’s chest. First he directed the bigger creature’s attention to the small scar on Zack’s throat where Darling had bit him. Darling pointed at the scar, then at itself, and Zack wondered if it was an ownership mark. D2 seemed to nod, or whatever agreement looked like here. Darling had a similar scar, now that he was looking closely, and so did D2. A clan mark? A family mark? Belonging with, not belonging to.

  Zack suspected that a lot of the gesturing was for his benefit rather than D2’s. The two creatures seemed to communicate well without words. It was sweet of Darling to include him in the conversation, though, especially since it was about him.

  Then Darling demonstrated kissing, with and without tongue, and nursing, and how nursing caused an erection. It seemed very pleased with its discovery of that. Darling must be young, Zack thought, at least in some ways, and wondered how much of that immaturity was a result of the time it had lost away from its family group. Or did it think that its new alien friend would be that different from them? Zack and D2 rolled their eyes and smiled at each other.

  Darling seemed to hesitate, unsure of how to proceed, then demonstrated both soft and rough tongue work on D2, who seemed surprised by the distinction, but nodded. Then Darling pointed at Zack’s erection and its mouth, and Zack caught the image of ‘soft’. Then it turned itself butt up and made the same gesture to its sweet little hole and Zack’s cock.

  Zack almost choked, but okay, if that would save him from getting the skin scraped off his cock again, it was all good. But was Darling planning on lending Zack to D2, or did he already belong to both of them? D2 was a lot bigger in every way, and Zack was pretty sure he didn’t want that big blue cock up his ass, couldn’t take it even if he did want it.

  Darling continued on to what it thought was the important point. Zack, although excellent in almost every way, was imperfect in that he was not self-lubing. Darling pushed impatiently at Zack until he rolled over onto his stomach, then pulled him up onto his hands and knees as it had once before. The lesson was quite different today, though. Instead of kneeling in front of Zack, Darling moved behind him, held onto his hips, and swirled its agile little tongue around Zack’s hole. Zack arched off the bed and bit his lip so he wouldn’t cry out, and D2 looked impressed.

  Darling worked its long tongue in and around Zack’s tight hole, and as the sensations of indescribable pleasure grew, along with his cock, he became aware that Darling was actually lubing his hole with its tongue. Just as he was getting ready to explode, Darling sat back and patted him gently on the butt, then moved around to kiss him on the lips and smile up at D2. ‘You see, you would have to do that first.’ Darling sat back and looked pleased with itself.

  Zack moaned and fell over on his side, his hands going to his throbbing erection. D2 looked like it was trying not to laugh. Something passed between the two alien creatures, along the lines of ‘You can’t just wind your pets up and then leave them lying there hurting’, and D2 rolled Zack back up onto his knees. Zack clenched his ass defensively, but D2 moved in front of him, holding him up against its safe warmth, while Darling moved behind him to finish what it had started. Zack’s cock and D2’s rubbed together in a kind of erotic dance, and one of D2’s big hands wrapped around both erections,
Zack’s cock dwarfed by his new friend’s but his need just as great.

  Zack felt Darling’s tongue at his hole again and then something bigger, Darling’s not-so-little cock fully erect and ready to claim him. Zack pushed his hips back, wanting and needing that joining. Darling thrust in hard, struggling to get past his tight ring, and then sinking into Zack’s warm channel. Zack would have cried out, but D2’s mouth was on his, and the pain ebbed and became pleasure, and he moaned instead, and writhed under the hands that seemed to be touching him everywhere.

  D2’s tongue was playing in his mouth, Darling was driving into him, and D2 was taking firm strokes on his cock as it rubbed against that big blue one, and he found what he’d been looking for. His climax started in his spine and tightened his balls up into his belly, and he and D2 shot off between them at the same time, white and blue cum mixing between their bodies.

  He felt Darling’s body jerking against his buttocks and then a pulsing deep inside of him as his sweet friend found its own orgasm. D2 kissed him deeply, and then reached up to kiss Darling as well. They all held each other up, kissing and stroking, until Darling softened inside of Zack, and then he rolled over on his side again, content now. He felt a tongue washing him, but didn’t know whose, and didn’t care. He did feel the thought from D2 to Darling. ‘There, that’s what our man looks like when he’s sated.’ Zack could live with being ‘our man’. He fell asleep again.

  He’d been wounded before, and recuperated before, but nothing like this. He slept, woke, was fed sweet fruits, nursed at D2’s breast, was washed by soft tongues, and then slept again. Sometimes they pleasured each other, but gently, rocking in each other’s arms.