The door to the cell opened.

Quietly, walking in, trying hard to keep to a minimum the noise the boots made. The intruder paused just inside the door and stopped to gaze down upon a sleeping John Crichton. Continuing on into the room, carefully setting the pulse rifle up against the back wall, moved into the bathroom, to the toilet to be specific.

After relieving it's bladder, on the way out of the room, the intruder noticed a small, strange object lying upon the shower floor.

It was a long, curious item, made from some kind of metal. After walking over and picking it up the intruder examining it and exited the room.

Now, standing above the sleeping John Crichton, a smile broke out upon it's face. Warm affection for this strange creature filled it's heart. Never, would the intruder probably completely understand this Human, but it sure was an adventure trying. They had been through so much together since they had first met on this Leviathan prison ship called Moya. Certainly this path that they were now on together was far from finished. Looking down at the metal object confirmed this.

Quietly. "John. John. Wake up John."

Bending down placing a hand upon John's forehead; it felt very cool to the touch, but it was also damp, even a bit clammy. Something was wrong.

"John. John are you all right? Wake up!" The intruder began to shake John.

With a start John jerked awake. Looking up, an expression of shock flooded his face.

"Larraq? I, I thought you were dead!" he exclaimed in alarm.

" Not today." the amused soldier chortled. Then he saw that John was wearing a very serious expression. " What is the matter, you do not look well John, are you ill?"

"Ill... I mean... Aeryn... Um... You..." John wasn't making any sense.

"Stop. Slow down. What about Aeryn? What did you mean, you thought I was dead?"

"I mean Aeryn, she was here. She said I had to go with her, she had a gun. She said you were DEAD!" the last statement caused Johns face to wrench up into a horrible grimace and he began to cry.

"No, no Aeryn Sun has not been here. You must have imagined it?" Was his response as he now stroked the head cradled in his arms.

"No! No she was here. Aeryn was here. I clearly remember it." John insisted. "She was standing in that doorway." and he pointed towards the entrance to emphasize his point.

" Well, I can assure you Aeryn Sun has not been anywhere near this doorway." Larraq said in a slight chuckle. "She has been on the planet we are now orbiting for 6 solar days."

John's tears immediately stopped and a look of confusion again spread across his face.

Larraq continued, "You must have dreamed Officer Sun had come here, perhaps to rescue you. I, I take it you two were close?"

"Yeah. I mean no. Well, there were a couple of times... but I guess no, we weren't that close." John was getting very agitated. "But it was so real... Are you sure she wasn't here?"

"Well, if what you say is true... How could she have been here, if I am now here." He was smiling again at John.

John looked back at him, still very bewildered.

"Do you wish me dead John Crichton? Is that why you are so upset? That I am here and Aeryn is not?" Larraq no longer wore a smile.

"No. No, that's just it. Aeryn was here to break me out and I didn't even care, because, because I thought I had lost YOU!" He now had Larraq firmly grasped by the shoulders.

Larraq again wore a huge grin as he pulled John in for a kiss. Upon contact with Larraq, John's emotions went ballistic; he began hungrily sucking, biting, grabbing and clawing at Larraq with his mouth and with his hands. The frenzied passion ignited Larraq as well, and the two men began frantically ripping each other's clothes off, all the while, trying not to break contact with their mouths. When they were both completely naked, prone upon the mattress, they continued the frenzied maul, grinding their bodies together till they were battered and bruised. Larraq was on the bottom and in a raspy, panting voice said into John's ear. "Enter me."

John continued kissing him, but was finally now, less frantic. He reached up and spat into his right hand. Without hesitation he brought it down between Larraq's spread legs and smeared it onto his anus. He slid his middle finger in. Larraq arched his back and spread his legs wider. John had eased his finger in as far as it would go and began rhythmically pumping it in and out of Larraq's ass hole. With a little bit of shifting, John was now off to one side and Larraq was holding himself behind his knees to give John easier access. John then tried to add a second finger. As they continued making out, Larraq found the Gift and activated it. Holding it up, John removed his fingers and scooped off some of the clear lubricant from the device. With ease he slipped two fingers in and resumed his finger fucking.

Staring now intensely into each others eyes, so much was spoken with out needing words... When John couldn't wait any longer, he pulled his fingers out. He repositioned himself once again between Larraq's legs. This time he activated the device himself. With a hand full of clear goo and Larraq now holding himself spread eagle before him, John slathered his cock. Taking just a moment or two, he stopped his advance to stroke himself, taking in the sight before him. Lust permeated the room; the air was thick with the smell of it. John reached out, nostrils flaring, jaw clenched, and took hold of Larraq's testicles, still forcefully pulling on his own penis. Somewhere in the back of John's mind, he knew that at this moment anyway, he had total control over this man beneath him. It was almost an animalistic, hunter/prey kind of bond.

Now with Larraq's balls under his palm, he positioned himself at the entrance. With one quick jab, he was engulfed. Holding himself motionless he began kneading the two orbs methodically, never removing his intense gaze from Larraq. Larraq responded by lifting his ass open, even wider. This sent John over the edge, he began to wildly thrust himself into and out of Larraq's hot, wet hole.

"God, this feels great!" both men thought simultaneously.

Larraq now let go of his right leg, so John held it in place with his free hand. Larraq spat into his hand and reached down and began rhythmically yanking on his own cock. John then removed his hand from Larraq's balls and held onto the other leg, he then repositioned Larraq so that his calves rested on John's biceps. He was now able to pump even harder and deeper. John still wore an intense grimace, but it was no longer out of a feeling of dominance or control over Larraq. It had been so very long since John had had intercourse of any kind, he could feel himself moving to that delicious precipice, and he was concentrating on not cumming, not yet. As he was focused on what Larraq was going to think of him if he came so soon, a breathy moan escaped Larraq while white semen shot onto his stomach.

"Well, so much for that..." John briefly thought.

The sight of Larraq's release was more than John could endure, as Larraq ejaculated, he could feel the sphincter muscle tighten around his own probing cock. Within moments he too had exploded, but his was buried deep within Larraq's rectum. Gently, carefully he lowered Larraq's legs down to the bed, trying not to pull out. Larraq reached down with his hands around the still plugged opening.

"OK." was all he said and John pulled out.

Larraq quickly got up and off the bed and moved into the bathroom.

He emerged several minutes later to find John still panting, but he was now lying on the mattress flat on his back with a raised arm flopped over his face. Larraq held in his hands one of John's gray tee shirts. It was damp and Larraq gently used it to sponge off John's genitalia. With the cleanup complete, John scooted over to make room for his lover. Entwining together once again to exchange tender, passionate kisses.

John's whole body was singing. Maybe it was the months of abstinence? Maybe it was the incarceration in this cell? Or maybe it was the slow, subtle seduction between himself and Larraq that had built up to this event. John did not know? What he did know, was that he had just had the 'fuck of a lifetime.' They kissed and caressed for quite a while. John especially reveled in the wonder of it all. He no longer was shy or ashamed of his intimacy with Larraq, he eagerly allowed him to suck and grope anywhere he desired. Still however, he was tentative to return the caresses in Larraq's most intimate places.

When they were finally satiated, albeit temporarily, John pulled back, laying himself back down onto the bed. He lifted his arms and ran his fingers through his sweaty hair, rubbing and scratching. A huge yawn escaped his mouth.

"Hey, your not the one who's been on duty 38 arns straight." Larraq chuckled as a yawn of his own escaped.

"Maybe not, but you are some Fuck, let me tell you!" John answered amusingly.

"This word you use, it is curious?" He had now propped onto one elbow next to John. "Fuck. You seem to use it to mean many different things, do you not?"

"Yeah, it's the greatest word in the English language!" John was now chuckling.

"It's an noun; you dumb Fuck. As a verb: quit fucking around. An adverb; that is so fucking cool! An adjective The fuck faced bastard. It's anther noun; what the fuck is that? It is an all-encompassing statement onto itself; Fuck! Depending on where you place the emphasis. Yes, it is a very versatile little word. Besides it being our main expression for the act we just Um, you know, did together."

John was now blushing. " You know... I fucked you... Er, We fucked."

Larraq was now the one blushing. "You certainly did John Crichton, you certainly did."

John awoke to the most delicious blow job. Larraq was kneeling beside the still broken bed, going to town on John's dick. He could feel Larraq trying to edge his finger into his crack, so he opened his legs apart a bit and let him in. Vertigo again flooded his entire being as Larraq pumped and sucked expertly with deft fingers and mouth. He could feel himself constrict around Larraq's digit as he reached climax. Larraq's mouth action stopped after all the juice had been drained from him, but he continued thrusting away with his finger. Remembering what Larraq had done, he hoisted his knees up. Larraq pulled out only long enough to reposition his hand underneath John's thigh. Grabbing himself, John's feet were now positioned well over his head, Larraq had eased a second finger into John's butt. He then lowered his face down and began to lap at John's balls between thrusts. John was openly moaning now and his dick was beginning to harden again. Larraq was able to squeeze a third finger into the now sloppy, open hole.

He couldn't take it any longer... "Fuck me!" Demanded John.

Larraq didn't need to be told twice... He continued lapping at John's sack, while he simultaneously applied lubricant to his own engorged cock. Larraq quickly stood and located himself on the bed between John's open ass cheeks; deftly he maneuvered the head, pressing it against the wet, willing opening. He used his free hand to grab both of John's ankles, he held them together all the while his throbbing cock was straining at the entrance to John. Slowly he began to ease the tip in.

Beep Beep Beep

He was up and off the bed instantly. Before John could even get his legs down, Larraq was almost half dressed. Neither man said a word. As Larraq finished dressing, John just stared at the ceiling. He couldn't bear to watch him turn into the PK killing machine he so much despised. He just lay motionless until the room was silent and he knew he was once again alone.

End Love the One Your With, Act VI by Loki