TITLE: "A Friend in Need"
AUTHOR: Donovan
ARCHIVE: Yes
CATEGORY: Hurt/Comfort
RATING: NC-17
PAIRINGS: Crichton/DK, Crichton/D'Argo, Chiana/Chiana's hand
WARNINGS: Slight spoiler for season two
SUMMARY: Upset by visions of Scorpius, Crichton seeks comfort from D'Argo.
FEEDBACK: Welcomed! On-list, off-list, either is fine.
DISCLAIMER: The characters belong to others, I only borrowed them. Please,
send no money!

John moaned in pleasure, eyes closed, as the soft lips brushed his right
temple then kissed his ear. He could feel the fingers of DK´s strong hand
comb through the hair on his chest and caress his left nipple. Slowly DK´s
lips traveled down John´s neck, his tongue delicately flicking the sensitive
skin. DK´s face floated across the sea of John´s chest hair until he came
to the right nipple, his lips latching onto it like a vice. John moaned
again and writhed on the bed as DK´s teeth grazed the dark nub of flesh,
then all too soon abandoned it in search of the other.

“Oh, DK,” John sighed as DK climbed atop him. The tiny bed in DK´s
apartment would barely accommodate them both side-by-side. John felt DK´s
hard cock slide across his thigh as he settled his weight between John´s
legs.

After chewing on John´s left nipple for a while DK began the trek south, his
lips and tongue forging a path through the forest of hair between John´s
pecs and down the sparsely haired expanse of his upper abdomen.

John placed his hands on DK´s which were still playing with the fur on his
chest and ran them up DK´s forearms, squeezing his biceps then grasping his
shoulders. He opened his eyes and looked down at his best friend who paused
long enough to flash a toothy grin back at him. John´s aching cock was now
bobbing against DK´s chin and he raised himself up on his elbows to see what
DK would do next.

Keeping their eyes locked together DK turned his head slightly and kissed
the head of John´s swollen member. Then he stuck out his tongue and ran it
down half the length of John´s cock and back up to the head. He winked at
John, then opened his mouth and took the head inside.

John threw his head back and moaned loudly as DK´s mouth enveloped his penis
with a warm velvety wetness.

“Oh, yeah,” he groaned aloud. “Suck me, buddy.”

DK opened his throat and swallowed John down to the root.

“Ahhh! God, yes!” John cried out as he thrust his hips up trying to
penetrate even further down DK´s throat. DK held John´s pelvis firmly and
began to piston up and down.

“So this is human sex,” came the all too familiar, lilting voice in John´s
ear. “It seems quite pleasurable.”

John jerked his head up to look wide-eyed in the direction of the voice.
There on the edge of the bed sat Scorpius, his black, gloved hand gently
stroking DK´s dark wavy hair.

“Nooooo!” John screamed and leapt to his feet. He spun about to look in
horror at the bed… but it was empty. He was alone, standing naked in the
dark in the middle of his cell aboard Moya.

*****

Rap, rap, rap… John knocked on the door to D´Argo´s cell.

“D´Argo,” he quietly called. “Are you alone? I really need to talk to
someone, man.”

There was a soft rustling from inside the cell that almost escaped John´s
hearing. 'Chiana's here', he thought to himself. Then, just when he had
come to the conclusion that he should just go back to bed he heard D´Argo
call out, “Come in, John.”

John entered the cell and closed the door behind him. He figured Chiana
must have only just left because the odor of sex still hung heavy in the
room. D´Argo was sitting up in his bed bare-chested, the bed sheet covering
his pelvic region and one leg.

“You´re up late,” D'Argo commented and indicated John was to sit on the bed
beside him.

D´Argo looked at the human as he tentatively sat facing him. John was
wearing only his black leather pants that had apparently been donned in
haste. They were unfastened at the waist and riding low on his hips; he
wore neither shoes nor shirt. D´Argo took a selfish moment to admire the
human´s bare chest. It was slightly furry but not overly so like many
species D´Argo had seen, and he thought the pattern of the hair was
complimentary to John´s shape. He noticed the hair was slightly matted and
realized the whole of John's exposed body was covered with a fine layer of
perspiration. Then the scent John was emanating registered on D´Argo´s
senses. It was fear – thick and overpowering. The sexual high of his
interrupted coitus with Chiana must have kept him from noticing it before.
A scent this strong he should have picked up half way down the hall.

“What´s wrong, John?” D´Argo asked in as gentle a tone as he could manage.
He placed a thick hand on the human´s shoulder. The skin was warm and moist
and felt good against his palm.

John looked at D´Argo and his eyes began to well up. “I´m loosin´ it, D´Argo,” he said.
“Scorpy… He´s in my head… When I´m awake, when I´m asleep… He´s always fucking there!”

Tears began to roll down John´s cheeks. D´Argo leaned forward encircling
John´s shoulders with his big arms and pulled him close.

Turning his head slightly to the side D´Argo whispered, “Chiana, this is
serious. Perhaps you should leave us."

The rumpled sheet beside D'Argo began to move and Chiana peeked out from
beneath.

"Oh, shit!" John exclaimed jumping to his feet and backing up a few paces.
She wasn't very well hidden but he hadn't even noticed her there! "I'm so
sorry, Chi," he stammered. "Damn, I did it again!" He was wiping the tears
from his face as he said, "D'Argo, I'm sorry, man! I'll leave you guys
alone!"

"D'Argo, stop him," Chiana urged.

But D'Argo didn't need the prodding. He was already on his feet and grabbed
John's arm. "You're not going anywhere," he said and halted John's retreat.
"I'm your friend, John. And that means I'm here for you when you need me.
And I think you need me right now."

John stopped and looked at D'Argo's face. Staring into those large dark
pools, he felt his own eyes welling up again. Then, as D'Argo's strong arms
encircled him, he was washed over by an overwhelming sense of safety and he
began to cry.

*****

An arn later the three were laying in D'Argo's bed with John in the middle,
D'Argo on his right, Chiana on his left. They were flat on their backs
staring at the ceiling. Chiana was covered by the sheet but D'Argo was
stark naked. John still wore his unfastened black Peacekepper pants but
they had settled a bit more to reveal the top of his patch of curly pubic
hair. He lay there with his hands behind his head wondering how many years
of psychoanalysis he was going to need if he ever got home.

"How long has that mirror been there?" John asked still gazing at their
reflection in the ceiling.

Chiana giggled.

"Five days," D'Argo answered. "It's been an eye-opener."

"I imagine," John responded with a grin.

Turning to face John and propping up on an elbow, Chiana steered the
conversation back to the source of John's distress.

"So he just appears to you anytime?"

"Yep."

"Night and day?"

"Yep."

"And nobody else can see him?"

"That's because he's not really there," D'Argo said.

"Oh, he's really there," John countered. "He's just in my head."

"In your head," D'Argo repeated also turning to face John and propping
himself up on an elbow.

"Is he live, or is he Memorex?" John asked. "I don't know. But he's there.
And he's fucking with me."

"He did something to you when you were in that chair," D'Argo said. "We'll
find a way to fix it, John. I promise." And to emphasize his pledge he
laid his free hand on John's upper abdomen just below the pectoral. The
human's skin was soft yet firm and D'Argo felt a little guilty for enjoying
the contact under the circumstances. He did not want to take advantage of
John's state. But he did not remove it.

Chiana inched closer to John and placing her hand beside D'Argo's said,
"What happened tonight? I think it will help you if you talk about it."

At first John cringed at the thought. He had never told anybody about him
and DK… ever. But these were his friends, as close or closer even than DK
had been. When you share life and death experiences day after day with
someone you become quite emotionally attached. That was one bond he and DK
did not have. They had faced many things together, but never death. But
Chiana was right. If they were going to find a way to beat Scorpius he had
to talk to them. And he was had to tell them everything. He took a deep
breath, his chest expanding and then contracting beneath their hands. Then
he started talking.

He told them about DK. He described him physically, told them about how
they met, that they had gone to school together, started the Farscape
project together. There was a tenderness in his voice when he spoke about
DK that D'Argo had seldom heard in John… and a loneliness.

"You were obviously very close," D'Argo said.

"Yes," John said. "I miss him a hell of a lot."

"You were lovers," Chiana said with a smile and slid her fingers up into the
thick patch of hair between John's pecs.

John blushed. D'Argo felt the rise in temperature as the human's skin
flushed red. He thought it an interesting reflex.

"Damn you, girl!" John exclaimed with a nervous laugh. Then, "Yes, I
suppose you could call it that. There was no formal commitment, though. We
didn't live together or anything like that. But we did enjoy each other's
company," he finished with a sigh.

He told them that tonight he had been dreaming about DK. He had often
dreamt of him in the first months after being hurtled across the universe,
but not so much any more.

"So there we were," he said. "DK was… well…" He glanced nervously at D'Argo
then closed his eyes and said, "blowing me, when suddenly I heard Scorpy's
voice again. When I opened my eyes and looked down… he was playing with
DK's hair. I freaked."

John kept his eyes closed and he felt himself blush again.

"Um… John," D'Argo said tentatively.

John closed his eyes even tighter and laid his right arm over them silently
cursing the limitations of translator microbes. "Oh, come on, D'Argo," he
exclaimed. "You *gotta* know what I'm talkin' about! Playing the skin
flute, shinning the knob, a blow job! Understand?"

The silence told him they didn't.

John raised up on his elbow, leaned over and whispered something in D'Argo's
ear then laid back down, arm over his face and blush again.

"In his mouth?" D'Argo asked fascinated. "And you like that?"

John laughed, then putting both hands behind his head again he said, "On my
planet, guys will do *anything* for a good blow job… And DK was one of the
best!"

"Then tell us about it," Chiana intrigued. "How'd he do it?"

John lifted his head and shot a quizzical look at Chiana but her smiling
face seemed to portray only friendly curiosity.

"Well," he began, settling back with his hands behind his head again and
closing his eyes. "What made DK so great was that he never went straight to
it. I mean, he'd always start some place else… like my ear."

John proceeded to describe DK's technique to a level of detail that
surprised even him.

"We'd usually make out for a while first. He's a really great kisser. His
lips are so soft and he can do things with that tongue I've never
experienced with a girl. After what seemed like hours of necking we'd find
ourselves naked. Sometimes I wouldn't even remember loosing my clothes; I
was that into him."

Keeping his eyes closed made it easier to tell Chiana and D'Argo about DK,
and he had to admit that it felt pretty good to finally tell somebody.

"Go on, John," Chiana encouraged quietly.

"Well," he continued, "after we were naked he'd get me to lay on my back
with him beside me leaning over. I'd feel him lightly kiss my ear, then his
tongue would wash over it." He touched his right ear as he spoke, squeezing
the lobe between his fingers. As he kept talking his hand followed the path
he described. "Next he would drag his mouth down my neck leaving a trail of
the gentlest kisses as he went." In his mind he visualized DK performing
the actions he was relating.

D'Argo realized he was staring at John's moving hand. He glanced at Chiana
who also appeared to be mesmerized by John's hand as it traveled lightly
down his neck and onto the wide expanse of his chest. As John continued to
relate the details of his intimacy with DK, D'Argo saw Chiana take her hand
from John's chest and begin to mirror his movements on herself. When John's
fingers came to his right nipple Chiana's arousal pheromones flooded the
room.

Then a new scent hit D'Argo's olfactory organ. It was strong, musky and
different. It was the scent of John's arousal. He had caught hints of this
pheromone wafting through Moya's corridors before but they were old and
stale. This was strong and coming fresh from the source. He glanced down
and saw the head of John's penis peeking out from the half-open crotch of
his black leather pants. He watched the organ grow longer and thicker as
more of it came into view. The smell of John's arousal and the sight of his
growing cock excited D'Argo and his own sex organ began to thicken.

John was visualizing DK´s actions as he described them. He imagined DK´s
tongue on his right nipple as he circled it with his finger. Then John´s
hand touched D'Argo's which was still resting on his upper abdomen. His
little finger barely grazed D'Argo's thumb but the contact was electric and
John felt his heart skip a beat. In fact he had known D'Argo's hand was
there all along but now this tiny contact reinforced D'Argo's presence. He
opened his eyes and saw the deep pools of D'Argo's black pupils staring back
at him. Those pupils swallowed him whole.

“What did he do next, John?” D´Argo whispered and leaned forward to kiss
John´s right nipple.

John let his hand fall away and stared in amazement as D´Argo licked and
began to suck on his hard nipple. He heard Chiana moan and turning to look
at her saw that her round gray breasts were now exposed. The sheet had
fallen to her waist when she sat up to better see him and D´Argo. Her hand
had disappeared beneath the sheet at her waist and was moving back and forth
between her legs.

John looked back at D´Argo and felt his cock throb from the sensations the
Luxon was giving him through his nipple.

“Then he´d do the other one,” John whispered.

D´Argo propped himself above John with his hands on either side and dragged
his mouth across John´s chest to the left nipple. His braids and tendrils
tickled the flesh of John´s abdomen.

John closed his eyes again reveling in the sensations he was feeling. But
in his head he was no longer picturing DK.

“This isn´t quite right, is it, John?” D´Argo muttered and jumped up from
the bed.

Panic seized John and he sat up immediately. Had D´Argo suddenly realized
what he was doing and had second thoughts? He readied himself for an
onslaught of Luxon rage. But that wasn´t anger in D´Argo´s eyes – it was
lust. Instead of attacking, D´Argo stretched out a big hand and push John
back down on the bed. Then he grabbed the waist of John´s pants with both
hands and pulled them off in one motion. John´s hard cock flapped
momentarily with its newfound freedom then stiffly pointed towards his
belly.

The bed groaned loudly as D´Argo leapt back into place beside John. “That´s
better,” he announced. “Now, where were we?” he asked as he leaned over
again and resumed lapping at the human´s left nipple.

John moaned softly and ran his hands up D´Argo´s strong arms. He traced the
flexed tri-cep muscles and round shoulders then caressed the pierced flesh
and thick rings imbedded in the Luxon´s clavicles. When John spoke again he
was no longer relating a past experience. He was giving D´Argo instruction.
And D´Argo obeyed.

"Now," he whispered, "move down. That's it," he encouraged as D'Argo drug
his tongue down John's abdomen and into the expanse of hair there.

D'Argo lowered himself onto his elbows and grasped each of John's flanks in
his big hands. His long tongue flicked out and into John's navel as the
hair on John's stomach tickled his nose. Lower he could feel his long chin
sliding through John's thick pubic hair and press against the base of John's
cock.

"Lower," John said, and he raised up on his elbows to watch. He could hear
Chiana softly moaning and cooing beside him but the sounds barely
registered. It was as if she was no longer there.

D'Argo's face was now even with his crotch.

"Take it in your hand," John said.

D'Argo took the human sex organ in his hand and looked at it longingly. It
was paler than he expected but had the same mixture of soft and firm as did
his own. He squeezed it and was rewarded with pearl of clear fluid from the
slit and a flood of John's pheromones assailed his nostrils.

"Kiss it," John whispered. The lust was clear in his voice.

D'Argo paused momentarily to look up at John's face, then smiled and kissed
the knobby tip. More of the clear liquid flowed out and the scent was
completely overpowering. D'Argo's own cock ached as he ground it against
the foot of the bed.

"Lick it," John commanded.

D'Argo looked closely at the human organ in his hand again. He ran his
thumb across the sensitive tip. It was now leaking almost constantly, and
the smell was so wonderful, so musky, so *Crichton*… he felt like he would
do anything John asked. He snaked out his tongue and ran it up the length
of the shaft and around the top picking up a generous amount of the clear
liquid. The taste was better than D'Argo could have hoped. It was like
John's pheromones only a hundred times stronger. As he savored the
substance on his tongue he felt his own precum surge forth beneath him.

John groaned and threw his head back as D'Argo's tongue slathered up and
down his cock. He felt harder than ever before and knew he would be cumming
soon.

Chiana moaned loudly and began to writhe on the bed beside John. Her hand
was moving furiously at her crotch and the sheet had all but fallen away.
The sight of D´Argo licking John´s penis pushed her over the edge and she
rocked back and forth flailing her head about in orgasm. She stuck out her
free hand to roughly grip John's left pec as she came but the boys did not
notice her. To John and D'Argo nothing else existed.

John opened his eyes and looked back down at D'Argo. He saw the Luxon grin
seductively then open his mouth. John's head whirled and he fell back on
the bed as the sensation of D'Argo's hot mouth on his cock overwhelmed him.
He groaned loudly and clutched at the sheets as D'Argo swallowed more and
more of his length.

D'Argo gripped John's hips, his long fingers reaching around and squeezing
the human's ample ass.

John could not hold back any longer. He grabbed D'Argo's head, taking a
tentacle in each hand, and began to piston his cock in and out, fucking the
Luxon's mouth. He felt the rush begin deep inside him and began to holler
like the southern boy he was as the euphoria swept through him.

D'Argo sensed John's desperate need and let the human abuse his face. He
was surprised that he actually enjoyed the sensation of being used for
John's gratification. He had always been the dominant in any coupling in
which he participated, but allowing John Crichton to have control over him,
however briefly, was somehow… satisfying.

John suddenly shoved his cock as far into D'Argo's throat as it would go and
froze. Every muscle in the human's body tightened and he cried out in
ecstatic rapture. Bolt after bolt of ejaculate shot down D'Argo's throat
and the flow continued as John began to relax and released his death grip on
D'Argo's sensitive tentacles.

As John began to relax D'Argo took control. He withdrew slightly so that he
could taste the remnants of John's ejaculations. He caught two full shots
on his talented tongue and swirled them around his mouth and back onto
John's pulsing cockhead. The taste-smell combination sent shivers down
D'Argo's spine and he swore to himself that this would not be the last time
he pleasured John Crichton.

But now it was his turn.

D'Argo let John's spent but still stiff cock fall from his lips and climbed
to his knees between John's outstretched legs. Grabbing behind the human's
knees he lifted John's legs high in the air. He opened his mouth and his
long tongue shot out striking John's anus dead center. But instead of
recoiling, D'Argo's tongue tarried caressing the Luxon venom into John's
tight ring of muscle.

Still in his euphoric state John was only semi aware of D'Argo's actions.
He felt a warmth begin at his asshole and spread outward. There was a soft
pressure down there and when he opened his eyes D'Argo was above him. His
legs were hooked over D'Argo's elbows and he felt the fullness of D'Argo's
penis slowly enter him. There was no pain, only warmth, a pleasurable
pressure, then BANG! A bolt of lightning shot through him. D'Argo withdrew
and pushed back in a little faster. BANG, the lightning struck again.
Again and again, at the end of each thrust D'Argo's cock slammed into John's
prostate and seemed to actually grab and wrench the gland. The sensation
was more than John could handle. It was pure ecstasy and it radiated out
from that point in all directions enveloping his whole body. He writhed on
the bed and tossed his head about. He tried to speak but only garbles came
out.

BANG, BANG, BANG! D'Argo's tempo increased and John tried to push back to
meet him, he tried to reach up to touch D'Argo's face and chest, but he had
lost control of his limbs, everything, to the shocks.

"AAAARGH!" John cried out as his back arched and his cock erupted again
firing copious amounts of semen up his belly, chest and across his face.

D'Argo cried out too, and coated John's insides with Luxon juices.

Their cries were joined by Chiana's as she also reached another climax at
her own hand.

D'Argo collapsed on top of John resting his head upon the soft hair of the
human's chest.

John gently caressed D'Argo's back as one by one they drifted off to sleep.
As the last veils of consciousness slipped away a soft, lilting voice
floated through John's mind.

"That was beautiful, Crichton," the voice said.

"Thanks, Scorpy," John responded then fell asleep.

END