Alien Prisoner of the FBI
When Halas' ship goes down, he wakes up in captivity, and in restraints. Little more than an experimental subject, there's only one person who seems to take any pity on him, and David's only a lab assistant. Can David help him escape- and can Halas stay alive long enough to do it? Warning: this 10400 word story contains explicit gay sex, xenophilia, aliens, and some violence. More
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He doesn’t know what it is. Maybe it’s just loneliness, or maybe it’s something more. Maybe it’s just clutching at the first spark of something good that’s happened to him in god knows how long. Halas leans down and cuts David off mid-sentence with his mouth, and David goes still.
The feel of it is strange, alien but enjoyable and somehow right. David’s lips part, and for a moment their tongues touch; Halas can feel the wet heat of David’s mouth, and he tastes of himself and, faintly, of mint.
David’s eyes flutter shut. He groans into the kiss and Halas can feel the vibration against his own lips. It’s powerful, electric. He doesn’t know if it’s just the adrenaline rush of escape, of being close, for the first time in a long, long time, to seeing the sky, or only the proximity of another warm body, but Halas finds he doesn’t much care.
What he’s doing, this kiss, may be alien, but he throws himself into it with enthusiasm. His long split tongue coils out to trace the edges of David’s white teeth, to duel with the other man’s tongue. When David tugs at Halas’ bottom lip the shiver of lust that goes through him nearly staggers him. He finds himself groaning, his body molded against David like a second skin. His skin prickles hot.
This close up, he can feel the way that David’s body differs from his own. It’s harder in some places, softer in others. There’s no give to the bony places, but his exposed belly seems so vulnerable. He wonders distractedly how humans have managed to survive for so long with such an obvious weak spot. Halas’ hand settles on the soft skin there and David shivers.